Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

The print reads: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Then the teacher won't delay you, take the mooncake back."

Heartbroken, Miao Zaiqing stood up and bowed to Tian Ziping, "Thank you teacher."

Tian Ziping waved his hand, "Go back quickly, pay attention to safety on the road."

Miao Zaiqing nodded, thanked again, and left the office.

Back in the dormitory, Wan Xin hadn't finished packing his things, and a big box was barely a third full.

Wan Xin saw the box in Miao Zaiqing's hand, the print on it was clearly moon cakes.

"The head teacher gave it to you?"

"Ah."

Miao Zaiqing put the box on the desk, opened the wardrobe, and took out the backpack.

Miao Zaiqing finished tidying up in two or three strokes. He watched Wan Xin's awkward right hand movements, and kept tsk-tsk while tidying up.

Miao Zaiqing zipped up the backpack, walked over, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, wiped off the dust, folded them, and put them into the box.

Why did you twist your wrist like it was broken?

Also, the school wears school uniforms every day, and I really don't understand the meaning of dragging such a big box back and forth every time.

Of course, it was impossible for Miao Zaiqing to say these words out loud, she just complained silently in her heart.

Wan Xin dropped the clothes to the ground again.

"Tsk." Miao Zaiqing frowned and looked at him.

Wan Xin licked his lips and smiled.

Probably also realized that his acting skills were too exaggerated. Next, Wan Xin didn't make any small moves, and honestly moved the clothes in the closet to the box.

The two quickly cleaned up together.

"Not yet?"

Ke Ming walked in from the outside, pulled away the chair next to him and sat down, showing no intention of helping.

"almost."

Miao Zaiqing closed the zipper, stood up the suitcase, and went back to the desk to put on the backpack.

"gone."

Wan Xin nodded, and took the box out of the dormitory first.

The three came to the school gate together.

Wan Xin looked at the time on his wrist, "Do you have time to have a meal together?"

"In a hurry."

Ke Ming didn't know about Miao Zaiqing's situation, he just felt that this person was very disrespectful, "Tsk, eat, what's your hurry when you go back after eating."

Wan Xin secretly cast his eyes on Ke Ming to warn him.

Ke Ming,? ? ?

Wan Xin said: "Success, then you go first, goodbye."

Wan Xin watched Miao Zaiqing get on the bus, turned around and gave Ke Ming the kick he wanted to do just now.

"Dude, what do you mean?"

"Speak politely."

Ke Ming was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

Isn't that how he usually talks?

Ke Ming raised his hand to reach Wan Xin's forehead, and then to his own.

Well, buddy seems to have a bit of a fever.

After nearly three hours of ups and downs, Miao Zaiqing finally arrived at the station.

It's still the same dilapidated vegetable market, and it's still the same small stall.

Miao Zaiqing asked for several vegetables and fatty meat, and also two kinds of fruits.

After returning home, Miao Zaiqing cleaned up his activity area on the second floor.

Then wash the rice and cook the rice, fry the fat meat bought into cooked food, put it on a plate, and serve it with a bowl of rice.

He brought the food to the only table in the living room on the first floor, and turned on the switch on the wall.

Then I went to the toilet and twisted a rag, picked up the photo frame on the table, and wiped it carefully.

The photo in the photo frame is a black and white photo. The person in the photo is an old man with white hair and wrinkled face.

After wiping, Miao Zaiqing put the photo frame back, stood in front of the table and stared at the person in the photo.

After a long time, Miao Zaiqing squatted down, and took out a stack of paper money and some incense sticks from the paper box next to her.

The paper money is lit and put into the brazier, and the trembling incense is placed above the flame, waiting to be burned to begin its mission.

Miao Zaiqing inserted the incense stick, and said to the old man in the photo, "Dad, it's time to eat."

After the paper money was burned out, Miao Zaiqing got up, turned off the lights, and went upstairs.

Miao Zaiqing made something for herself and took it to the living room, took the mobile phone that was charging and turned it on.

There is news, it is Wan Xin.

Miao Zaiqing clicked in.

[Got home? ]

Miao Zaiqing replied with a hmm, and opened another software.

Although he goes home once a month, he still has to pay utility bills.

Miao Zaiqing saved one hundred each for water and electricity, and Wan Xin replied.

[Just arrived? ]

[It's been a while. ]

Wan Xin asked again.

[Did you have dinner? ]

......

Miao Zaiqing was speechless, just asking some boring topics, if you have the time, it is better to teach him two English exercises.

Rao thought so, but Miao Zaiqing still replied, eat it.

At the same time, in Wan Xin's room.

Ke Ming sat on the chair and saw the Yunnan Baiyao on the table, he suddenly thought, "Hey, where is your medicine?"

Wan Xin asked while typing, "What medicine?"

"I went to the hospital to buy the medicine that day."

Wan Xin didn't raise his head, "In the dormitory."

Seeing Wan Xin's face rippling with laughter, Ke Ming sneaked closer and was discovered.

Wan Xin quickly cut out the chat interface and clicked on the group chat.

Ke Ming leaned over, "What are you looking at? You're smiling so hard."

Wan Xin clicked on a video sent by someone else, and it took a few seconds.

"Damn it, whoever posted it is your uncle."

Looking at Ke Ming who jumped three feet away, the joyful expression on Wan Xin's face deepened.

20, 20

October [-]st.

Today is the National Day, and it is also the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is a beautiful day for family reunion and national celebration.

However, this does not include Miao Zaiqing's family.

He was born with nowhere to go, and his only relative, his father, was gone. For him, there was nothing to look forward to during the festival.

But today's dinner, Miao Zaiqing still cooked three dishes and one soup.

Because, Dad likes the holidays very much.

Every time there is a festival, my dad will happily make delicious food for him, buy new clothes, new shoes, and even buy toys when he was a child.

Miao Zaiqing took out her father's favorite rice wine and poured two glasses.

He raised his glass to the empty seat opposite, "Dad, cheers."

After dinner, Miao Zaiqing sat on the sofa and read a book for a while.

[In green, happy! ]

Miao Zaiqing held the phone and looked at the message sent by Wan Xin.

[Thanks, same to you. ]

[what are you doing? ]

Miao Zaiqing directly took a photo of the book she was reading and sent it.

And Wan Xin's reply was: a selfie of his own face.

The light was dim, so the picture was not very clear, but despite this, the boy's eyes were as bright as the bright lights; thick eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips slightly puffed up, and the small mole under the end of the eye is not real.

In the eyes of ordinary people, such photos are absolutely sexy.

Yes, the target is Miao Zaiqing.

[......]

Hello, are you okay?

[Go back to school early on Monday. ]

[? ]

[Take you to a big meal. ]

Miao Zaiqing was baffled, and had a faint feeling that things were beyond her control, but she couldn't figure out why.

Miao Zaiqing didn't reply, Wan Xin sent several more messages, but after reading it, he still didn't reply.

Late at night.

Miao Zaiqing was soundly asleep.

Suddenly, a bell rang.

Miao Zaiqing didn't respond.

The bell stopped for a few seconds, then rang again.

Miao Zaiqing took the phone and hung it up without opening her eyes.

He has no significant contacts, whoever they are.

But the caller seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. He kept hanging up and kept calling.

After repeating this several times, Miao Zaiqing picked up the phone and raised it in front of his eyes.

Wan Xin? ? ?

Miao Zaiqing looked at the time again, it was 42:[-] in the morning.

The mobile phone was still ringing tirelessly, Miao Zaiqing picked up the phone without saying a word.

It was very quiet on the receiver side, only the sound of shallow breathing.

A few seconds passed.

"In Qing."

Miao Zaiqing frowned slightly, and there seemed to be something wrong with her voice.

"Is something wrong?"

Wan Xin answered irrelevantly, "Are you asleep?"

nonsense.

"Ah."

"I can not sleep."

none of my business?

Miao Zaiqing took a deep breath, trying her best not to exhale the fragrance.

Wan Xin's voice was a bit vague, "Have you eaten the mooncake?"

"Is something wrong?"

"I ate it, stuffed with red bean paste, I don't like it."

"You, have, something?" Miao Zaiqing asked every word, with a bit of gnashing of teeth.

Wan Xin still ignored his question, and said vaguely, "Zaqing, you, why are you unhappy."

Miao Zaiqing finally knew what was wrong, "Drink too much?"

"Zaqing, why aren't you happy?"

Miao Zaiqing was sure that she drank too much.

He couldn't figure out why this man would call himself when he drank too much.

Where is his good brother Ke Ming?

"In Qing?"

"are you still there?"

Miao Zaiqing didn't speak, and didn't bother to talk to the drunk, so he simply put the phone aside, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

A minute later, the bell rang again through the quiet night sky.

Miao Zaiqing had no choice but to pick it up.

"Ah."

"Ah."

"Ah."

No matter what Wan Xin said, he just said yes.

After a long time, the chatter on the phone finally stopped.

Miao Zaiqing hung up the phone for nearly 10 minutes.

Quiet, but he couldn't sleep.

Wan Xin's question has been circling in Miao Zaiqing's mind.

In Qing, why don't you like to laugh?

In Qing, why don't you like others to touch you?

In Qing, what university do you want to study in the future?

In Qing, do you like City B?Shall we go to school there in the future?

In Qing, when is your birthday?My birthday is coming soon.

Although Wan Xin asked a lot, Miao Zaiqing didn't think so much, he only focused on the key points.

City B, University.

Wan Xin had never considered this question.

His grades were considered top-notch in the small town at that time, but in the city, this comparison seemed a bit ordinary.

And his current grades