waste heat

Song Yu accompanied Cheng Yan back home on the weekend.

It's been a long time since he came to Cheng Yan's house, and Cheng's mother had long missed him. Today, Song Yu came to Cheng's mother very happy, with a kind and warm smile on her face.

"It's just in time, I just bought some groceries," Cheng Ma greeted, "I didn't come for so long, I thought you didn't want to associate with Cheng Yan."

"No, no." Song Yu smiled and brought in the things he bought.

Cheng's mother said unexpectedly: "Why do you still take things?" For Cheng's mother, there is no need to make so many rules when dealing with children. There are enough red tapes for adults. Song Yu and Cheng Yan are about the same. Age is a child to Cheng's mother, but Song Yu's behavior is too much like an adult. Although Cheng's mother is not willing to pay attention to this with him, she is still happy for Song Yu's maturity.

"I just bought it on the road. It's been a long time since I came to see you. It's shameless to come here empty-handed." Song Yu put the things on the open space next to the sofa. It was a box of famous wine and a box of yogurt. The wine was for Dad Cheng, and the yogurt It was for Cheng Yan, and he was taken care of from top to bottom.

Cheng's mother likes it so much that she doesn't know what to say. Song Yu is someone else's child, and she is also Cheng's mother's "dream lover". , Delicate appearance, sensible and polite, very popular with elders.

If the girls in the school are Song Yu's "girlfriend fans", Cheng's mother is considered a mother fan.

"Mom, soy sauce." Cheng Yan came back from making soy sauce, still holding a canvas bag in his hand, and cooperated with his mother to entertain Song Yu early in the morning, and asked him to go shopping. Cheng Yan bought a bag full of seasoning medicine, and some kitchen supplies that my mother needs.

After coming in, seeing Song Yu, who seemed to be getting along well with his mother, Cheng Yan smiled at him, went to the kitchen, unpacked the things, and put them in an orderly manner.

"Give Song Yu a quick call and take him to your room to play. I'll cook for you and he'll be ready in a while." Cheng Ma picked up her apron, wrapped it around her waist, and walked into the kitchen.

Cheng Yan said to him: "Let's go, Master Song."

The two came to Cheng Yan's room.

Cheng Yan's room is not big, but there are many things. There are still open textbooks and test papers spread out on the table. The black pen rolls down on the edge and is about to fall to the ground. Song Yu went to pick up the pen and put it in the book Inside, looking around this room that he had been in before but gradually forgotten in his memory.

I haven't been here for too long.

"What to drink?" Cheng Yan listened to his mother's instructions, and took on the role of entertainer, "There are drinks and fruit tea, my mother's homemade, and fruit wine."

There are a lot of varieties, and Mama Cheng likes to learn these things. When she finds some eating and drinking videos on the Internet, she will buy some things and adjust them herself.

"Try the fruit tea made by Auntie." Song Yu was not thirsty, but it didn't matter if he had a drink, since he was idle anyway.

Cheng Yan went to pour fruit tea for him. The juicer contained today's fresh drink. He took a clean cup, filled it, and brought it in for Song Yu.

Song Yu, who was sitting in front of his desk, was looking down at the open textbooks, "I've been working hard recently."

Cheng Yan put the cup on the table, and he wanted to drink it now, rather casually, "It's not hard work, it's just making up for what should be done before."

Cheng Yan sat down, talked about the things in the textbook, and happened to think of something, "By the way, I haven't solved this question yet, can you help me look it up? I couldn't find the answer online."

"Let me see." Song Yu picked up the paper, Cheng Yan pointed to him, and talked about the wrong topic after half an hour of pondering.

"Calculation is wrong." Song Yu picked up the pen and paper, and there was a notebook with ghostly symbols next to him. He said, "Can this work?"

"It's just scratch paper."

Song Yu spread out the notebook, and asked a question about finding the trajectory equation: "Calculate it first."

He calculated in the blank notebook.

Cheng Yan silently watched from the side, the steps are the same, Song Yulie's equation is the same as his, but his answer is wrong, there is no mistake in the calculation, I don't know what went wrong.Cheng Yan watched intently. This was the first time he saw Song Yu solve the problem. Some people like to read the problem continuously, but Song Yu is very quiet. People say that silence can guarantee rational thinking. Cheng Yan is not sure about this. But it is convincing that silence can make the mind clearer.

Song Yu's mind is very clear, and he connects up and down very quickly. This is a fairly complicated topic. He is not flustered at all.

"Oh, this," Cheng Yan pointed to one of the steps, "I missed one step, I forgot this."

Song Yu stopped solving the problem, and asked sideways, "Got it?"

Cheng Yan nodded: "Understood, I will explain the rest."

He took the draft paper and put the complete formula into it. There was no omission or loss. After complex calculations, he got the correct answer.

"What about the questions?" Cheng Ma stood at the door and looked at the two with a smile. Song Yu and Cheng Yan turned their heads, and Cheng Ma had already walked in.

"Cheng Yan has been doing pretty well recently. I know I'm studying. Song Yu, you have good grades and take him with you." Cheng's mother is like other parents. Song Yu heard similar words the most, but he didn't hate it and nodded.

Cheng Ma pressed Cheng Yan's shoulder and reminded: "You promised me that I would be admitted to a prestigious school."

Cheng Yan was very embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "Mom, don't tear down my desk."

"Why did you demolish you? It's a good thing to be admitted to a prestigious school. What did you say about the glory of your ancestors..."

No, it's a matter of Guangzong Yaozu to pass the exam. Before the exam, my mother just picked up his words and said that Song Yu is still there. Cheng Yan is a little embarrassed.

"Okay, don't bother you, just learn. Mom has gone out, and I will call you to eat later." Cheng Ma walked out of Cheng Yan's bedroom with a smile, and closed the door thoughtfully, lest the sound of pots and pans would disturb her to two people.

After Cheng Ma left, Song Yu supported his head and looked at Cheng Yan with great interest.

Cheng Yan picked up the book and wanted to pretend to continue solving the problem, but Yu Guang couldn't ignore the fiery gaze.

"Do you want to be admitted to a prestigious school?" Song Yu picked up Cheng Ma's topic. This is a good topic, and he is happy to know about it and have a deep chat.

"No, I just said it for fun, to make her happy..."

"What's so embarrassing about this? Your mother is right, it's a good thing, not something to be ashamed of," Song Yu asked, "Do you really want to be admitted to a prestigious school? Which one?"

He didn't know which school Cheng Yan would choose, or which school he liked. It was good for Song Yu that he already had a goal, but not telling him made him unhappy.

Cheng Yan didn't hide anymore, and the topic came up, so he continued, "Well, it hasn't been decided yet."

Song Yu looked at him with relief: "Why do you suddenly want to be admitted to a so-called prestigious school?"

Ordinary universities are different from elite schools after all, and everyone knows the top Ivy League schools in China. There are only a few of them. Cheng Yan has set his goal high. This is what Song Yugang knows.

"It's nothing," Cheng Yan said, "I just feel that I have never done anything serious, and I have nothing to repay my mother. I just want to get into a good school to make her happy, and... the last time I talked to you However, I also want to work hard, this time it's not for you, but for myself, many people around me are going to a higher place, and I don't want to keep standing still."

This is the truth. It may be that the sense of security that Song Yu gave him is gradually full. Cheng Yan no longer focuses on following him. Improving himself is the eternal last word. Many students around him are working hard. He can't Live a life in a muddle.

In the future social competition, he hopes that he has the ability to stand firm, not relying on anyone.

I realize that now that I have grown up, I have both body and mind, and I should take on some future responsibilities.

"This is good," Song Yu looked at him appreciatively, held his wrist, and pressed it lightly, "But don't put too much pressure on yourself, you want to pass the school exam now, what do you think about billiards?" Woolen cloth?"

He just gave Cheng Yan a suggestion. Billiards is a shining point of Cheng Yan. Song Yu hoped that he would use his shining point, but that was a suggestion based on Cheng Yan's still confused. If he already had his own goals and wants, that's better.

"Go as far as you can go," Cheng Yan said: "I never thought of developing into billiards before, because I am just a hobby of billiards, and I don't really want to make it a career, but now I want to try. I also want to know what my level is and how far I can go on this road.”

"I'm afraid you're too tired, you might be a little tired mentally..."

"It's okay," Cheng Yan said, "I like the feeling now. It's quite fulfilling. Sometimes I can't think of you. You're going to college and leaving soon. It's good for me. I don't have that much. Thinking about you in your free time, studying and playing can fill your life without you, and it’s very rich, isn’t it?”

Song Yu agreed: "It's rich, but can you not be so cruel? I won't die if I think about it once in a while."

Cheng Yan smiled softly, laughing at Song Yu, and began to like these boring things.

Song Yu observed in Cheng Yan's room and found something. He pointed to the basket on the wall, "That..."

"Well, you gave it to me." Cheng Yan said, "Birthday present."

It was a basketball, Song Yu gave it to him, and it was because of this basketball that Cheng Yan began to set his goal on the school team. He thought that Song Yu sent him the basketball because he hoped that he would join the school team and walk the same path as him. I have always misunderstood myself.

Song Yu explained: "I don't know what to give you. I just met you not long ago. This one has the signature of the star on it. My dad gave it to me. He asked someone to find a relationship to get it for me."

"Then you gave it to me?" Cheng Yan went over and took down the basketball. He cherished it all the time, and he was reluctant to use the ball Song Yu gave him when he went out to play. Putting it in the basket became a decoration, "Just now Not long ago."

That birthday was very embarrassing. As Song Yu said, Cheng Yan didn’t call Song Yu when we first met. The reason was that he didn’t know if he would be willing to come. Don’t mention how uncomfortable it was when the two first met. I was very embarrassed to meet Song Yu at school. I always thought of the embarrassing things I had when we met for the first time. I didn’t inform Song Yu about his birthday. Later, Song Yu didn’t know where he found out that it was his birthday, so he gave him such a gift. Gift.

When receiving the gift, Cheng Yan's eyes were full of shame.

At that time, Song Yu said something that was still fresh in his memory, "Is our relationship so bad?"

Song Yu also remembered the time when he first met Cheng Yan, with a soft smile on his face, he stared at Cheng Yan, and said seriously: "Because you are worth it."

Cheng Yan raised his eyes and bumped into sincere pupils.

Song Yu seemed to be talking about his thoughts during that time, "I should have liked you a long time ago, otherwise how can I explain that I want to give you the basketball that is so important to me? The meaning of giving you the basketball is that I hope you can Watch my football games more, I have never seen you before you actively appeared in my sight, and I would be so eager to have you as an audience, I myself find it incredible."

Song Yu, who has never paid attention to the reputation and image of the outside world, and Song Yu, who is naturally indifferent, actually longs for such an audience next to his outstanding performance. This is probably a sign of liking people, and hope that person remembers his good side , the excellent side, to have a good impression of oneself, to have a heart.

He did it, they all did it.

"Then... do you want to play a game with me?" Cheng Yan weighed the basketball in his hand. This precious gift will finally come into play today. It is not a treasure that hangs high above and can only be seen from a distance. Landed on the ground, has already gone to the result.

Song Yu smiled and said, "Let's go."

They came to the basketball court in the community, and the group of children were there too. When they found Song Yu, they swarmed up and hugged him. The little girl was like this, and the little boy was the same. A flattering sound.

Song Yu, who hadn't appeared for a long time, got along with the children, obviously came to play basketball with Cheng Yan, but had to accompany the children for a while.

Later, when it finally started, all the children had to participate. Cheng Yan and Song Yu led a team respectively. Cheng Yan said confidently: "Let's be a little bit, we have girls here."

Girl: "No! I'm great!"

Song Yu pierced it and said, "Is it because there are girls that I want to let you?"

"Don't tell me if you see through." Cheng Yan touched his nose, even if he was given a group of big men, he couldn't beat Song Yu.

The two are on the basketball court, and the children are the main force. They are only responsible for passing the ball. Song Yu was harassed so hard that he only threw a ball. The children are all his sycophants. Falling behind, after all, he practiced in the school team, returned a three-pointer to Song Yu, and the shot was accurate when he was not under pressure, Cheng Yan was surprised that his hand felt so good.

"It's not bad." Song Yu said.

"You didn't embarrass the school team, did you? Vice team."

Song Yu smiled. The sun was shining brightly that day, and the figures running under the ball frame were enthusiastic. What was more pleasing to the ear than the singing of birds was the joyful cheers of the children scoring a goal. In the end, whoever won the team was something that only the children cared about.

The two big friends who led the team didn't care about the result, they just smiled at each other comfortably.

God has already given them the best results and gifts. To be able to meet, to like each other, and to be able to stand side by side is already something that no one dared to expect when they met for the first time.

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On the day Song Yu left, there was a lot of commotion in the south of the city. Some people exaggerated to the point of crying silently. Whether it was for Song Yu or for his unspoken intentions, no one could know. The corridors of the teaching building were crowded with people. The person with countless auras is about to disappear in the campus in the south of the city. I don't know when a second one will be cultivated.Song Yu is the brilliant color of most people's youth. When people in the future think of their school days, they will always have a sassy and cold face on the playground.

Cheng Yan was no exception. He stood in the corridor and looked at the figure going away downstairs. At this time, he didn't know which girl was so bold. He pulled his throat and yelled at the downstairs: "Song Yu! I like you! "

This sound was extremely loud, like an emotional outburst that had been suppressed for many years, and immediately attracted the attention of the teachers in the office. There was also cheering and booing, and the campus in the south of the city was full of excitement.

"It's so brave." Someone commented.

That day Song Yu also turned his head and responded to such a confession, which was probably the last touch of color he left in the south of the city. The sunset is beautiful, his figure is tall and tough, and his pleasant voice spread from the first floor to the fourth floor. to the higher skies.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

He said such a sentence with a smile. Does he know how big a storm this sentence will cause?But he said it, to the whole south of the city, in response to those unknown, unknown favorites, to everyone.

The surrounding commotion was loud and noisy. Cheng Yan lay on the corridor at the door of the class, buried half of his face in his arms, and the sunset light hit the corners of his reddened eyes, unable to hide the sadness and shyness.

There is sadness in his eyes, but it is more anticipation. He is looking forward to the next meeting with him. He is looking forward to a better reunion with him. He will stand at the same height, then stand on tiptoe and wrap his arms around his neck , and fall in love with him openly.

They have further appointments to go, this is just a short separation, they both know that there will be a better encounter next time, sadness is just a ray, longing and anticipation fill the gradually mature psychology, while embracing each other, they will move towards a better future It is the best lesson they have learned in their youth.

The teacher is right, what you should worry about is not puppy love, but immature puppy love. If we can make progress together and make each other a better version of ourselves, the worries from parents and teachers will disappear.

Although romanticists say that people who really love you will love you no matter what you do, but liking an excellent person and turning him into one of the motivations to help yourself better is also a courageous and worthy of encouragement thing.

Cheng Yan watched him leave, his high-profile reply to the confession echoed in his ears, turned around and entered the door of the class, and walked to his seat. The spread exercises, books piled up high, and messy draft paper, There is also the black pen and ink on hand, which is an indispensable tool for carving youth.

A brief farewell and see you at the summit, us.