Walk with Light

At the end of August, the morning sun was no longer warm, and the sun at eleven o'clock scorched the land fiercely, making people flustered by the heat.

The old residential building also smoked in the scorching heat, and people passing by felt hot on the soles of their feet, but at the place where the sun was shining directly on the stairs, a barefoot woman stood, sobbing, not loudly, but Depressed and disturbing.

"Mom, let's go home." Jiang Zhao habitually squinted his eyes with his back to the sun.He held up a parasol with floral lace borders, leaning in front of Cheng Xueqing, blocking most of the light.

"Your father, your father." Cheng Xueqing only heard crying, but no tears.She held the key in her hand, a small and thin one, not like a key that could open the house.

Jiang Zhao glanced at the key in Cheng Xueqing's hand, it was the key on the small suitcase she brought with her when she married into the Jiang family.The cowhide box is not cheap even now. There are some old photos and yellowed letterheads locked inside. The contents are as old as the box and not worth mentioning.

"My dad is working outside and will be back at the end of this year." Jiang Zhao held Cheng Xueqing's thin shoulders, exerted strength with his palms, and half-armed and half-hugged her up the stairs and back home.

The corridor is narrow, just enough for one person, but not enough for two people.Jiang Zhao walked ahead, holding Cheng Xueqing's sticky hand, which was covered with sweat, and went upstairs softly.

Today is the third day of the second year of high school. Before he sorted out the test papers, and before he even had time to get acquainted with the teachers in the class, he received a text message from his neighbor, saying that his mother was ill again, standing at the stairs, who called Don't go home either.

Jiang Zhao hurriedly asked for a half-day leave, and when he came back, he saw Cheng Xueqing was in the same old state again, crying and looking for his father.She was crying like this, and she didn't know what happened to his father, but the fact is that Jiang Zhi just went south to work and didn't return for several years. Every year, he would pay Jiang Zhao home tuition and living expenses. His father was working hard outside. Take a bad photo and blame others for not coming back.

When he got home, Jiang Zhao first cooked for Cheng Xueqing. In the hot weather, he simply mixed cold noodles and patted a small plate of cucumbers.After washing her unwashed clothes and seeing that there was no housework to do, he went back to the bedroom and changed into another school uniform, stood in front of Cheng Xueqing refreshingly, and said: "Mom, I'm going to school, come back at night. You are at home Stop running around."

Cheng Xueqing's rationality returned to the cage with the meal, and she looked at Jiang Zhao majesticly, and responded with a weak voice: "Hey, you are good... go to school."

Jiang Zhao nodded, he was sitting in the entrance, when he was changing his white sneakers, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Xueqing's faded patent leather sandals, his eyelids drooped for a moment, and when he stood up again, he was that sunny boy again.

The lunch break is short, and the class starts at two o'clock in the afternoon. Jiang Zhao took advantage of the class time, dragged his shoulder bag in one hand, and walked up the stairs with long legs and two steps in three steps.

The pre-school class is very lively, you talk about gossip or discuss exercises.

Class [-] and [-] of senior high school are facing the rows of osmanthus trees in front of the building. When the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant in August, when the windows are opened, the fragrance is so strong that it seems to soak people in the sea of ​​fragrance.

Jiang Zhao quietly pushed open the back door. He wanted to go straight to his seat, but he was dumbfounded when he opened the door.Next to his seat, bottles and jars were piled up with milk tea and candies, and there were still marinated eggs sticking out of the bag, and several beautifully packaged gifts were placed in the empty space.

And on his seat, sat a straight young man, who came over only when he heard the movement.Immediately after, Jiang Zhao saw a chiseled face with outstanding features, the most eye-catching was the pair of black and white eyes, the black eyeballs looked at people calmly and calmly, as if to attract people go in.

Jiang Zhao looked at the classmate who was sitting among the gifts, and frowned almost invisible, as if the territory was occupied, he didn't like strangers sitting in his seat without permission.

"Student, you are sitting in my seat." Jiang Zhao said in a flat tone, without expressing his emotions so obviously, the expression on his face was still light, except for the sarcasm at the corner of his eyes, he seemed easy to get along with.

Li Jinghe shook the test paper in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I picked up a test paper and didn't intend to sit in your seat."

His voice was too deep, it seemed to be deliberately lowered, and it was hard to hear the traces. The magnetic voice seemed to spread sound waves around Jiang Zhao, and it was hard to ignore.

Jiang Zhao was stunned for two seconds, then shrugged and urged, "Then you get up, class is about to begin, and the teacher is coming."

Li Jinghe nodded, with his broad palms covering the cracks of the desk, his forearms supporting his whole body weight, he limped to stand up, took a step forward, and sat down.

Jiang Zhao has been looking at Li Jinghe since he stood up, until he saw the plaster on his leg, his mocking eyes turned into shock, and then he showed some embarrassment and embarrassment.

It turns out that his legs are inconvenient...

Jiang Zhao stood in the position, surrounded by gifts around him, and didn't feel comfortable in his heart.While he was reflecting, he was patted on the shoulder suddenly, and then he heard a joyous voice greeting him, "Student Jiang, you came back so early! I almost thought I couldn't celebrate your birthday today."

He turned his head, and as expected, he saw Zhao Yu's smiling face.Zhao Yu is Jiang Zhao's best friend since he was a child, and the two of them have been promoted together since childhood. If they can work hard together, it is called fate.

Zhao Yu must have told his classmates about his birthday, that's why he received so many presents. Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes and glanced at these things. He knew how many small cakes he should buy and return them. .

Before Zhao Yu chatted with Jiang Zhao, the homeroom teacher opened the door and walked in. He had no choice but to sit back and get ready for class.

Jiang Zhao put away all the conspicuous things on the table. He turned his head and glanced at the evergreen tree outside the window. The emerald green is especially eye-friendly. He stared at the tree enough before retracting his eyes.Before burying his head in the sea of ​​books, he accidentally saw the students in the front row. The shoulder blades under the white school uniform were propped up with the movement of turning the pages of the book, showing the freshness of youth.Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes, honestly handed his ears to the class teacher, and listened to the Chinese class for two consecutive lessons in the afternoon.

The class they were in was a liberal arts class. After the division of arts and sciences, some students in the class were disrupted and dispersed, and half of them were acquaintances.The head teacher, Lao Chen, has been leading them to the promotion. Apart from the head teacher, the teachers of other subjects are new to them.

The first thing to do after class division is the exam, commonly known as the bottom line, in order to let the teacher understand the students, the teacher understands, but the students complain.

Exams are a daily meal, and it is this meal that is hard to swallow.

The exam is fast, and the results are also fast.Lao Chen took the language test results he pulled out alone, pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, cleared his throat and read the results, and the students who read the results stepped forward to take the test papers.

He buried his head in the report card and estimated the improvement space of these students inch by inch. When he read Li Jinghe, he didn't see Li Jinghe coming over.He put down the report card with a slap, and then saw Li Jinghe who was walking halfway, "What's wrong with your leg?" He asked.

Li Jinghe looked at Old Chen, and said slowly, "Climbed the wall and fell."

"Why are you climbing the wall?"

The whispering class suddenly fell silent, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Li Jinghe, waiting for his answer.

"In order to climb over the wall and go out to buy study materials..."