waste heat

I want to hear these words in my dreams, I want to hear Song Yu say that I like it, but now I can be indifferent?Cheng Yan smiled, sure enough, there are too many things that can change the state of mind, what you once dreamed of, expected, and wanted, after the precipitation of time and the polishing of facts, those longings can no longer be turned into waves in your heart.

Who has changed?It's not clear, maybe no one has changed, it's just that my heart is cold at the moment, and I won't be able to cover it for a while.

Cheng Yan looked at his ankle, and in one word was both a response and an attitude. He touched the string of English letters and said, "Let's wash off the tattoo tomorrow."

There is no need to say anything with a gun and a stick, the lethality of these words is not small at all, Cheng Yan took the initiative to hang up the phone in silence.

It's been a tossing night tonight, the rain outside is not bothersome, the rain is endless, Cheng Yan walked to the window and stood quietly for a while, he held the curtains, stared at the night sky of lightning and thunder, and finally lowered his eyes slightly , closed the curtains, isolated from the sentimental rainy night outside.

The phone was hung up, Song Yu was leaning against the window of the balcony, staring at the phone in his palm, as if he hadn't reacted yet, the back of his head was against the window, and he closed his eyes gently, no one would have a good time tonight.

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The matter of Tan Tingting is completely over.

No one in the school talked about this matter anymore. Everyone was in good spirits in the new week. During the meeting, everyone held their heads high. The teacher on the stage was talking, and the students in the audience were chattering. From time to time, the teacher above the stage said something fierce, and the bottom was quiet For a while, so repeatedly, every week will be the same.

Cheng Yan stood obediently. After the whole weekly meeting, he didn't say a word. After the meeting was over, Cheng Yan followed the group back to the classroom.

"Who closed the window? It's hot," Shen Yun fanned the wind with a notebook, and the weather after the rain became even more stuffy, "Open it, open it."

Cheng Yan pushed the window open and returned to his seat.

Shen Yun made a fist gesture to him.

It's hot outside, but it's also hot inside. I'd rather have some air circulation, otherwise what's the difference between a classroom and an oven?

Sitting down, the sound of turning the pages of the book was clattering, Zhao Yibai looked at Cheng Yan from behind and didn't speak, the spirit was not good enough on the first day of the new week, Zhao Yibai patted him on the shoulder, and asked: "What's the matter?" ?”

Cheng Yan tilted his head: "What?"

Zhao Yibai said, "Nothing."

Cheng Yan laughed and said, "It's too hot."

Zhao Yibai said, "It's really hot, and they don't install air conditioners for us."

Cheng Yan turned his head and flipped through the textbook. He had nothing to do. He looked at the schedule, the next Chinese class, it was time to move on to classical Chinese. He looked at the annotations and tried to understand classical Chinese.

He has been restless in his studies, and now he is not so restless, and he has so much free time, plus he doesn't like to play games, once he doesn't fall in love, he doesn't even know what to do, Cheng Yan Putting his mind on his studies and listening to the class, this Chinese class is the most serious he has ever taken.

I heard that diverting attention is a way to heal many moods. He is doing it now, and the effect is average.

Last week's test results came out, Li Xiaoxiao handed out the test paper, Cheng Yan didn't look up until Li Xiaoxiao came to him and said: "Cheng Yan, you performed supernormally again?"

Li Xiaoxiao pressed the test paper on his desk, did not say the score, Cheng Yan went to read it by himself, and the two numbers were clearly reflected in the middle.

115 points.

Cheng Yan put away the paper and said, "The full score is one hundred and five."

Li Xiaoxiao said, "Okay, you've been serious lately."

Cheng Yan asked back: "How much are you?"

Li Xiaoxiao did not disappoint and said, "Just a little taller than you, 121."

Cheng Yan didn't ask any more questions, Li Xiaoxiao bent down, and said as if telling a secret: "You work harder, I feel that your potential is infinite."

Cheng Yan did not veto this time, but nodded. Li Xiaoxiao fisted him as a sign of encouragement, and left holding the test paper.

Cheng Yan looked at the questions on the test paper. Most of the mistakes were multiple-choice questions, and two or three questions were wrong on the application questions. The overall score was not bad. It had been a long time since he had scored more than [-] points in the test. The old class was right, and his attitude decided everything.

Cheng Yan put away the test papers, and he didn't lose his mind in math class. He listened carefully to the whole class when the old class was lecturing, and even the old class was surprised. gratified.

Cheng Yan didn't run around when school was over, and changed the test papers at his position. The old class's questions were in the notebook. He compared and analyzed them one by one, and then suddenly realized.

Blame yourself for not being careful enough.

"Cheng Yan, go play ball!" There were a few people standing at the door of the classroom, they were Zhao Yibai and Guan Di from their class, Cheng Yan looked up.

Guan Di shook the ball in his hand, he hadn't hit it for a long time.

Cheng Yan said, "I won't go."

Guan Di frowned and said, "Are you not active in playing basketball?"

Three or four people walked in, surrounded Cheng Yan's desk in the classroom at noon, Guan Di said, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yan propped his chin, shook the pen in his hand, "Doodle."

Guan Di leaned closer and said, "Are you solving a math problem?"

Zhang Teng said: "Damn it, why are you so honest today?"

Zhao Yibai narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

Cheng Yan looked out the window and said, "It's so sunny outside."

Guan Di said: "It's okay, the ground is dry."

Cheng Yan shook his head: "You guys go."

He closed the book full of ghostly symbols, sandwiched it among the tall textbooks, leaned on the table and said, "I'll sleep."

Guan Di and Zhang Teng looked at each other, not understanding what happened to him today, but they had no choice but to find someone else.

Only Zhao Yibai looked back at Cheng Yan who was sleeping on his stomach before leaving, with doubts in his heart.

As soon as the few people left, someone came in. It was Chen Ziyi, who came back to get something, and asked, "Cheng Yan? Why don't you go back to the dormitory?"

Cheng Yan answered irrelevantly: "Why are you back?"

Chen Ziyi: "I forgot my phone."

Talking and turning on the phone, Chen Ziyi said, "You want to go back to the dormitory, it's been so hot here for so long."

"Not hot." Cheng Yan said, pillowing half of his face in his arms.

"Then I'm leaving." Chen Ziyi left the classroom, Cheng Yan was the only one in the classroom at noon.

Can't sleep, it's a little hot, the air is stuffy, it's just rained heavily, the humid air still smells of rain.

The phone rang, and it was a message from my mother, asking if he was feeling well.

Cheng Yan [no];

Mom [let you rest for a day before going, disobedient];

Cheng Yan laughed [Mom, today's test results are out, and I scored 115 in math. 】

It has been a long time since Cheng Yan took the initiative to talk to his mother about his grades. After he entered high school, he didn’t have any more. In the past, he was not afraid of being asked if his grades were good, but later he hated being asked if his grades were not good. Today’s grades are not as good as before. Compared with myself, I have improved a lot.

Mom was as happy as he expected.

Mom [really?Whoops, I will reward you with a big trotter tonight, but it's a pity you won't come back. 】

Cheng Yan [Is this happy? 】;

My mother said "progress is worth being happy" followed by a thumbs up expression, really not stingy.

The current life is too boring, without any expectations, Cheng Yan wants to find something to do for himself, he hopes to find something meaningful, he himself has no big dreams, but if he can do something, let the people around him I'm happy, it's a bit of an achievement.

Mom【Are you going back with your dad this week?Look at your tits. 】

Cheng Yan straightened up, typed with both hands, aroused a little interest 【Okay, I haven't seen my baby for a long time】;

Mom [Then let me tell your dad, pack two clothes and go home on the weekend, and I will wash them for you. 】

Cheng Yan [I washed it myself];

Mom [Did you wash it clean? 】;

My mother is always like this, and always feels that the clothes he washed are not clean, because he only drains the clothes once after washing, and it is fine if there is no foam. My mother said that the clothes he washed smelled like washing powder.

Cheng Yan [Anyway, I wear it, not you];

Mother [Yes];

Cheng Yan smiled softly at the screen, he was holding a water glass, and he was the only one in the classroom at noon, looking around like this really felt special, even though he occasionally hated this place where his freedom was restricted.

Cheng Yan went to the water dispenser at the door to get water.

He put down the water glass, didn't take much, and the bucket ran out of water, and the water in the glass was enough for him to drink. Cheng Yan put the glass aside, picked up the bucket, and wanted to change the water in the bucket.

He grasped the force point with both hands, and just picked up the bucket, a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the class, he was startled, the black shadow pressed down directly, covering him, so the defenseless Cheng Yan's arms softened, The bucket he was holding hit the ground with a "bang".

"Hiss..." He groaned and shook his hand, but he was not injured, but was pressed a bit.

Song Yu at the door was looking at him. He approached Cheng Yan, grabbed Cheng Yan's hand, and was about to check it. Cheng Yan pulled his hand away, took a few steps back, and opened the distance.

Song Yu suddenly appeared here without even saying hello.

Cheng Yan looked at him, and reached out to take the water glass.

Song Yu didn't approach in a hurry, but bent down, grabbed the bucket of water in his hand, and continued what Cheng Yan hadn't done, put the bucket on the water dispenser.

Cheng Yan watched his flowing movements quietly, as if it was effortless at all, it was easy for boys to do these, and he didn't feel that the bucket was heavy, let alone Song Yu's physique.

"Is there something wrong?" Cheng Yan grabbed the water glass and looked up and down the person in front of him. There were only two people in the classroom, and every sound was very clear.

Song Yu didn't respond to him, but knocked on the bucket and said, "Do you still want to pick it up?"

Cheng Yan didn't answer.

Song Yu's eyes fell on the cup in his hand, "It's not full."

Cheng Yan said distantly: "Enough."

Song Yu withdrew his hands, put his hands in his pockets, and looked directly at Cheng Yan, "You didn't go to eat at noon, did you?"

Why ask these?

Cheng Yan didn't want to answer.

Song Yu went on to say, "I didn't see you in the cafeteria."

Cheng Yan said: "With so many people, how do you know I'm not here?"

Song Yu said, "Your classmate said it."

Cheng Yan didn't know who it was, and he didn't want to inquire. He went back to his seat, put the water glass on the table, and didn't take a sip when he called, so he sat down and didn't speak.

"Why don't you eat?" Song Yu didn't care about his estrangement, but walked over and said, "You're in a bad mood?"

"I don't want to eat." Cheng Yan's voice was still cold.

"How can you do without eating?" Song Yu said, "You can't resist the training in the afternoon."

"I can resist," Cheng Yan said, "I can resist anything."

This sentence is very meaningful, at least it sounds like this to Song Yu, he looked down at Cheng Yan's desk, and asked after a long time: "Have you washed off the tattoo?"

Cheng Yan took out a book: "Not yet."

Song Yu asked: "Can I not wash it?"

Cheng Yan opened the textbook, he didn't want to read, but just didn't want to stare at Song Yu, he said: "I think it's ugly."

He didn't feel ugly when he got the tattoo, he was still babbling in pain, so he had to stick to the tattoo, when Song Yu was by his side, he couldn't help but make some noises, in order to show some concern, childish very.

Song Yu knew what he would face today, he thought he was mentally prepared, but he still felt uncomfortable when he saw him being cold, but could he blame him?He wanted to push him away with his own hands more than once, no matter the reason, it hurt his lonely and persistent heart.

Song Yu didn't know what to say. I didn't expect that when I was short of words, take it easy. These emotions can't be digested in a day. Song Yu said: "I'll buy you a meal."

"I won't eat, no need."

"Eat a little, you have to work hard at night."

"Don't worry about it."

"Cheng Yan," Song Yu emphasized, "It's just a meal, is it necessary?"

Cheng Yan closed the book, raised his head and smiled at him, he hated fake smiles the most, and he had to do it now, Cheng Yan said: "Deputy team, don't give me the feeling of being courteous."

Song Yu stared at him sternly for a long time. Song Yu had seen enough of Cheng Yan's cold eyes in the hospital. It is not an exaggeration to say that Cheng Yan could mobilize his emotions, either exciting or fierce. , because he got used to his smiling face, now his targeted gaze is enough to hurt people.

He stepped forward, stood in front of Cheng Yan's desk, stretched out his hand, squeezed Cheng Yan's chin, and said in a stern tone: "I am courting you."

Didn't want to do it at all, but he was so cold that it made people feel a little anxious.

Cheng Yan stared at those cold pupils without any emotion.

Song Yu pinched his flesh with a little force, his hands were fierce, but his words were full of requests and discussions: "Can you cooperate, please?"