Tired Bird Knows Return

Chen Yanqing came out of the house and stopped slowly after going down a few steps. Looking up through the gap in the guardrail, there was no movement upstairs.

He usually dares to dawdle like this, but his home is in the school, he goes home for lunch break, eats and then takes a nap, and no one says anything when he enters the classroom by stepping on the bell. Looking at it, it was half past one, and then he thought, the man belonged to the principal's family, so he didn't need to worry about it, so he went downstairs in three steps at a time.

Yuan Ye probably didn't have enough for lunch. As soon as Chen Yanqing entered the back door, he saw him stuffing snacks into his mouth. When he passed by, he robbed him of a bag of potato chips. As soon as he sat down, Yuan Ye asked, "Where are the Fucheng people?"

"No."

"Your old Yang's class, he won't come?"

"First of all," Chen Yanqing hung the cloth bag by the desk, and looked at Yuan Ye very seriously, "Lao Yang is not from my family, I have said it ten thousand times."

"Uh, what's next?" Yuan Ye asked.

"Secondly, whether Fucheng comes to class or not has nothing to do with us."

Yuan Ye listened, pouted his buttocks and took a tissue from the drawer of his desk, wiped his mouth and said, "You're right."

As expected, Fucheng never came to the afternoon class. When Lao Yang was lecturing, he looked at Chen Yanqing with questioning eyes. Chen Yanqing curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders to express his ignorance, and then he was called up by the Lord of All Evils, Yang Xiangan, to answer the question.

Chen Yanqing ate dinner at the canteen, a piece of bread and a bottle of milk.

There are two canteens in the school, one is on the east side and the other is on the west side. The one on the west side is close to the senior three building, so the dinner point is particularly deserted.

Sitting under the awning at the entrance of the canteen, you can see at a glance the densely packed parents of high school seniors who come to deliver meals at the west gate, senior high school students in school uniforms sitting on ponytails, adults standing or squatting bent over, head to head, watching Looks more like eating than eating.

If Tang Ping wasn't a teacher, then their mother and son would have been like this in the third year of high school. Chen Yanqing felt a little envious for no reason, and then felt that she was a little bit clueless.

"Student, I didn't take the change!"

A shout came from the commissary, Chen Yanqing came back to his senses, stuffed the bread into his mouth, and when he turned his head again, Fucheng came out from inside.

Fu Cheng should have seen him too, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped, and walked beside him, his gaze fell on the bench under his buttocks.

"Eh..." Under his gaze, Chen Yanqing realized that he was sitting in the middle, with only a little extra on both sides, so he obediently moved a little to the right, leaving a width just enough for Fucheng to sit down.

Fucheng also bought bread, he tore open the bag of bread, flattened the rounded bread, folded it in half before feeding it into his mouth.

"Long time no see." Chen Yanqing teased him involuntarily.

After a while, Fu Cheng glanced at him, "Don't you have food at home?"

"Not today."

Tang Ping came to him in the afternoon and left money, saying that she would come back later in the evening, but Chen Yanqing didn't ask any further questions, and didn't plan to complain to Fu Cheng, so she threw the words back, "You didn't leave any food at home? "

Fucheng ate very quickly, taking a few gulps of milk, and when he raised his head to take the last sip, his Adam's apple squirmed violently back and forth against his flesh. Chen Yanqing was dazed, and subconsciously touched his own, um, Xiaoqiao But chic.

Fu Cheng stood up when he secretly compared his Adam's apple, and made a throwing motion towards the trash can in the distance opposite, and the cans and trash bags both flew in, "Let's go."

"Lessons won't start until a while."

"I'll go back." Fu Cheng said.

Chen Yanqing sat on the spot without moving, "Is it really okay for you to be like this?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Skipping class."

Fucheng didn't comment, just said, "You can treat me as a problem student."

Chen Yanqing originally thought it was a joke, so he didn't think much of it and let him go.

Tang Ping came back around ten o'clock in the evening. Chen Yanqing took a shower and sat at the desk to do the questions. She pushed the door in and asked softly, "Have you eaten?"

Chen Yanqing nodded.

Then he said, "May I discuss something with you?"

After a while—

Chen Yanqing shrank back in surprise, "I can't do that!"

"Why can't you do it?" Tang Ping held his arm and patted him reassuringly, "I didn't say I'd ask you to see Tian'er by my side, just these few weeks, or during weekend breaks, nothing hold up."

"It's not a matter of procrastination." Chen Yanqing got up and turned Tang Ping around, making her face the door of the bedroom, and then pushed her out, "Don't say that he came from Hong Kong, he just I just came down to earth, so that can't take up my rest time." After that, he closed the door and waved to his mother through the gap, "Good night, mom."

"Hey Yanqing!" Tang Ping's voice came through the door, "Yanqing, think about it."

"Don't think about it," Chen Yanqing closed the homework book, "I'm asleep."

"Then, all right, I refused, you tuck in the quilt, it's still cold at night."

It is true that Yancheng is still cold in April. The canvas schoolbag has dried, and apart from its own pattern, there are still some shallow marks left by the ink. When I went to buy a bag, Chen Yanqing took a fancy to this bag. There is a string of For the letters he couldn't understand, the boss also said that this one was included in this style.

After eating the breakfast Tang Ping left, he put his bag in from the balcony, took out the contents of the non-woven bag and put them back into his schoolbag before going out.

There was also the sound of opening the door upstairs. Yesterday, he rejected his mother's proposal to let him take Fucheng for a walk around the city on weekends. Chen Yanqing felt that this was equivalent to rejecting Fucheng himself. For a while, his mind was full of warnings of "escape". He planned to sneak away before people came down.

"Xiaocheng, are you coming back for lunch?" A delicate female voice.

"No return."

"Wait, Xiaocheng, I'll get you some fruit!"

The conversation fell into Chen Yanqing's ears undisguisedly, he subconsciously stopped, and heard Fucheng say a few words in Cantonese, and finally switched to Mandarin, "So don't bother, don't waste time on me."

The sound of footsteps was approaching again, Chen Yanqing's feet were knotted, and he couldn't walk all at once, Fucheng had already come down to him, and he gave him a strange look, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Oh, let's go."

Chen Yanqing suppressed his curiosity and closed his mouth tightly. The two went to the playground one after the other. Fucheng walked very fast, so fast that he seemed to be venting, so fast that Chen Yanqing felt that he might not be able to catch up if he didn't run.

"Hey, slow down!"

Fucheng hurried away as if he didn't hear it, and stopped when Chen Yanqing cursed, "Your uncle, run by yourself", and when Chen Yanqing came behind him, he suddenly asked, "Did you promise?"

"Ah? Promise to what?"

"Weekend." Fu Cheng said.

Chen Yanqing's mind turned to the scene of him mercilessly inviting Tang Ping out of the room last night, and when he saw Fucheng's sinister and eager eyes, he drew a circle with his head, "Mmm..."

After class exercise, the director introduced the new principal in just 2 minutes.

The new principal wore glasses, and under the gray woolen suit, the white shirt was neatly tucked into the waistband of his trousers. He was a little fat, but he looked dignified.

While speaking official words on the stage, Chen Yanqing looked back at Fucheng on the tail of Class [-] and [-] in the audience, "This is your father?"

Fucheng just looked at him like that, as if saying, otherwise?

"Your father looks so fierce, how dare you play around?"

Chen Yanqing was one inch shorter than him, and when he leaned over a little, Chen Yanqing would feel oppressed, so when he realized that Fu Cheng seemed to be yelling at him, he quickly straightened his body and heard the voice on the stage say:

"Everyone go back to the classroom in order."

The crowd started to surge in response, and went to their own building according to grades. Chen Yanqing just started to follow the team, and Fucheng passed him and left first.

Yuan Ye came out from the group of girls in the class, hooked Chen Yanqing's neck, "So that guy is a lone ranger?"

"Never mind him." As Chen Yanqing said, when he passed the bulletin board, he found that in the list of faculty and staff inside, the photo of the headmaster on the top had been replaced by Fucheng's father. Chen Yanqing paused for a moment, and suddenly smiled .

"What are you laughing at?" Yuan Ye asked.

"It's an amazing combination," he said.

"What match?"

"Principal, and Fucheng," Chen Yanqing commented as he walked towards the classroom again, "an elite father, and a rebellious boy."

Chen Yanqing and Yuan Ye usually enter the classroom through the back door. The two always start to compete when they are about to enter the door. Whoever gets in first wins. Although there are no prizes, it will produce inexplicable pleasure. Chen Yanqing's pleasure today disappears as soon as it occurs. Exhausted, he rushed to the side of Fucheng in big strides, but was caught by Fucheng as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?!" Chen Yanqing looked at Fu Cheng inexplicably, and then looked at his schoolbag with distress. The white canvas school bag that had just been washed was being painted and drawn by Fu Cheng on the desk.

"I'll return it to you later." Fu Cheng held the ballpoint pen, and the blue pen and ink was wandering on the canvas. Chen Yanqing didn't want to read it, feeling depressed, and sat back on his seat, "Go ahead and play, I don't want it anymore."

Yuan Ye tried to adjust the conflicts among the people in the last two classes, but failed, and ignored them one by one.

Before the last class ended, the back of Chen Yanqing's chair moved, Fu Cheng returned the schoolbag, and asked behind him, "You really don't want it anymore?"

"Okay, that's the end of this lesson, let's eat, children." The English teacher left after finishing speaking, and the class dispersed.

How could I not, Chen Yanqing was so aggrieved that he picked up his schoolbag at this moment, "My mother just washed it for me, you say you, what is not good for playing, you have to do it,"

It's very strange, the schoolbag seems to be replaced with a new one, but the string of letter graffiti is still there, but there is another part of graffiti, which is a geometric background painted with blue ballpoint pen ink, and a bird is locked in three interspersed In the same cube cage, there is almost no hiding.

And these graffiti perfectly covered up the ink marks that hadn't been washed off before, and it was less dirty and more...amazing.

Chen Yanqing was tongue-tied and looked at it for a while, "What kind of bird is this?"

"Any bird." Fu Cheng said.

"you you,"

"Remuneration," Fu Cheng stood up, "the reward for accompanying me on weekends."