silent me, silent us

A bowl of steaming egg drop soup is in front of my eyes, golden egg drops are flowing in it, and a few green onions are dotted on it; the fragrant soup feels neither greasy nor greasy. Just looking at it makes people move their index fingers.

But Ye Guang is not in the mood to touch it at all now, he sits on the bench of the small noodle stall with a dazed expression, in a daze, not as usual.

The tide of students after class has passed, and there are only a few customers in twos and threes left in the booth.

Someone sat down opposite the egg drop soup.

It wasn't until he was pulled up from the ground by the noodle vendor and placed on the seat, and realized his thin hands and feet, that he decoded his face like a fog. It was the monitor of Class [-], drug addict Xu Qizhang.

Watching Xu Qizhang take off his black apron and put it on the folding table, Ye Guang tried to think why he was here, but it turned out that his head was completely broken up and cooked like the egg flower in front of him, turning around There is no way to calm down.

And Xu Qizhang didn't speak, just stared at Ye Guang with his eyes with dark circles.

It's not an observing look, it seems to be waiting for him to speak first

"Xu Qizhang...why are you here?" Unable to think of what to say, and also unable to think of why he was here, Ye Guang simply pushed both questions to him at once.

"My noodle stall, my mother." He pointed to the small noodle stall and the woman who was cleaning the dishes, and he replied.

Ye Guang remembered his quick departure at the school gate today, which can be called "humiliating".

"Your noodle stall? So you rushed out today to help?"

Seeing Xu Qizhang nodding his head, Ye Guang picked up the spoon and stirred the egg drop soup. He felt that it was not so serious. He was busy with work, so he should...

work to earn a living?

"Didn't the school stipulate that part-time jobs are not allowed?" Ye Guang frowned.

Although it is a "family business", the school expressly prohibits students from working part-time on the grounds that students should focus on their studies and aspire to enter a first-class university.

The French Open Huihui was really careless, let him find out.Unexpectedly, Xu Qizhang dared to set up a stall on a street full of students so swaggeringly, it was really arrogant.

Is such a person eligible to run for student council president?Ye Guang narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

"It's a busy time, so I can't help it."

During the class time of the cram school, students have to eat dinner and are busy; during the get out of class time of the cram school, students have to eat supper and are busy.All in all, people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, and they need help at home, so there is nothing they can do.

But Ye Guangcai did not accept the saying "no way".

"No way" can be a reason but not an excuse.

"Is there no one else in the family who can help, where are the brothers and sisters?" Seeing him shaking his head, Ye Guang asked again, "What about your dad?" Anyway, he shouldn't violate the school rules.

"Well, it's been a long time since I passed away."

As if talking about other people's affairs, Xu Qizhang's smooth voice could not hear any emotion, but it hit Ye Guang like a lightning strike.

In his so-called smooth life, he has never encountered such a situation of stepping on someone else's landmine.

I don't know how to respond, the corners of my mouth that are usually full of spirits, but now I can't even squeeze out half a word.

I feel that saying "sorry" is also hypocritical. After all, it is like apologizing after accidentally stabbing someone in the thigh.

Although unintentional, the scars do exist.

"Don't worry about it." Seeming to understand what Ye Guang was thinking, Xu Qizhang smiled and comforted him.

If there was a faint smile, he would be weak even to smile, but if he saw any weight on his face at this time, Ye Guang would definitely be more embarrassed.

He hummed softly, his eyes didn't know where to put his eyes, and he wanted to find something to do to distract his attention. When he saw the hot soup that he hadn't had a mouthful of yet, he took a sip casually, blew on it and drank it.

The egg flower slips smoothly into the mouth, and the soup is not salty but has a refreshing aroma of meat and bones; the minced tofu is smooth and tender, the chopped green onion is not pungent, and the green vegetables are very green, which increases its richness and makes it more delicious. This simple dish won't be too mundane.

Ye Guang's eyes widened slightly, and he swallowed the soup down his throat.

Except for Maria, he has never tasted any egg drop soup, and it tastes more like "home".

In fact, if you asked Ye Guang to describe the taste of "home", it would probably be difficult to explain.

It is a scent of memory, a scent of memory that evokes many impressions in everyone's heart.

"Drink it well." The heat of the egg drop soup blurred his vision, and this taste makes people vulnerable.

"I cooked it."

It was that proud look that seemed to be covered under a veil again, Xu Qizhang looked very happy.

Putting the matter of Xu Qizhang's stealing part-time job aside, Ye Guang concentrated on drinking the soup until the soup bowl bottomed out, and then he burped in satisfaction, and then covered his mouth again, because elites don't burp or fart, so it's dangerous to look around , the guests are gone.

He's so relaxed, it's a powerful egg drop soup, it's a lethal weapon.

Ye Guang gradually raised his guard. Looking at Xu Qizhang who took the bowl away for his mother to wash, he said awkwardly: "But working part-time is against the school rules..."

I don't know why, but when I said this, I felt that my position was weak. It's probably the same reason as if I didn't dare to report because I received black money?

Hearing what he said, Xu Qizhang turned his head and blinked, while putting away the folding table.The seemingly slender hands and feet unexpectedly had the strength of a big boy. He put the table aside in a few strokes and chained it up with iron chains.Because the chair was also taken away, Ye Guang stood aside, waiting for him to answer.

Why do I always face such an awkward atmosphere when facing Xu Qizhang?

After handling the tables and chairs, Xu Qizhang slowly approached Ye Guang.

Looking into his eyes, Ye Guang suddenly had the illusion of being sucked in.

"Is the egg drop soup good?" asked this question without thinking, leaving Ye Guang at a loss.

"It's delicious." Although I don't want to praise his craftsmanship, elites don't lie... roughly.

"So keep it a secret." Xu Qizhang added this sentence without thinking, and made a "shh" gesture, which slightly broke the image of a drug addict, which was a bit playful.

The small universe in Ye Guang's heart struggled.He is not a person who likes to make small reports, but he will never hide from his "superior". Just like this incident, a mistake is a mistake. He has gone off track under the system, and he should get back on track.

Logically speaking, it is necessary to report, but it is possible that as soon as he said it, such a beautiful egg drop soup will disappear, and I will never eat it again... I will never eat it again...

Law, nothing more than human feelings.

For the sake of egg drop soup, it's not impossible not to report to the teacher... He didn't hide it from his superiors, he just "forgot" about it.Ye Guang nodded stiffly to the smiling Xu Qizhang.

Anyway, it's just that every time I see the teacher, I forget about it, it won't matter.

It was close to 10:30 in the evening, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road.Mother Xu turned off the lights of the stall, and only the street lamps were left for the moment.The dim street lights stretched their shadows very long like a fake sunset, and the sense of unrealism that was more blurred than the sunset surged up again, distracting Ye Guang for a moment.

What an incredible night.

Saying goodbye to Mother Xu who was riding a motorcycle, listening to the roar of the old locomotive, they were left standing where they were, surrounded by street lights.

"How did you go back?" Xu Qizhang turned around and asked as he picked up his crooked bicycle.

go back?Yeah, the bike...his little white bag...the school-school gift from his dad...

Thinking of the "Rotterdam" that he deliberately forgot, Ye Guang lowered his shoulders, his face was ugly.

Anyway, it seems that Xu Qizhang has seen all the embarrassments, and he "seems" to be the kind of person who doesn't talk much, so it's okay to tell him "should".

So Ye Guang explained how important Xiaozhe was to him, how happy he was with him, and traveled all over the country by riding it (in fact, he only rode it when he went to cram school), and it was an important gift his father gave him. Presents and so on are all revealed.

When he mentioned the word "father", he took a peek at Xu Qizhang's expression. Fortunately, he was still indifferent.

"Then it was just stolen..." I was really about to cry, and I didn't know the pain until I told it.

"I see." Xu Qizhang nodded, his expression didn't change, but he seemed to be thinking about something.

Ye Guang pinched the tip of his nose, and found that the feeling of pouring out was so relaxed yet so heavy.

In his memory, every time he talked to Maria, he always held the attitude of giving it a try, and didn't talk about anything completely, but only at home, he wanted to talk about something.

Alas, it's useless to say so much to him, right? Being stolen is being stolen, so what if you tell him?

"Ye Guang, it's late now, I'll take you home." Xu Qizhang called him, and patted the back seat of his dilapidated bicycle.

Huh, take him home?Ye Guang looked at his crooked faucet, wanting to reject it wholeheartedly.Firstly, I feel that it is inappropriate to give him a ride, and secondly, the crooked dragon head is really scary.Thinking of his crooked start today, Ye Guang smiled.

"No need, I can walk home by myself." He shook his hand to reject his kindness.

Hearing what he said, Xu Qizhang lightly touched the handle of the bicycle and asked softly, "...what are you afraid of?"

A faint sentence is like a question mark, but also affirmative, it does not sound provocative, but - how, how, can, enough, suspect, doubt, elite, Ying?

Ye Guang took a deep breath in his heart, and kept thinking about the meaning of "what are you afraid of, what are you afraid of?".

"I, where, yes, afraid, what, what." He said every word clearly, and the smile on Ye Guang's face almost couldn't hold back.

"Then get in the car."

"I just don't want to ride in a 'dangerous' car." He wouldn't say too harsh a word but still emphasized the word "dangerous".

"That's it, but I heard that it often appears here recently..." Xu Qizhang rolled his eyes twice and paused, smiled and said forget it, and then stepped on his bicycle as if to ride away.

If you want to scare him, he is not afraid.

Ye Guang cut his head in his heart and turned his head to leave, but hesitated the next second when he saw the slightly swaying figure under the streetlight less than fifty meters away.

He took a closer look under the dim light, and it seemed to be a homeless man holding a wine bottle...

"Last night, a homeless robbery happened near a certain noble cram school. A handsome elite student not only got his limited bicycle stolen after school, but also..."

"Wait! Xu Qizhang! Carry me!" Ye Guang quickly sat on the back seat with black cushions, deliberately ignoring Xu Qizhang's slightly trembling shoulders.

"Hey, is it really okay?" He pointed to his crooked dragon head.

"It should be, let's go." The answer with a smile did not give a certainty, and after the talk, the bicycle started off in a crooked manner.

At first, it was going smoothly. Ye Guang, who was just grabbing the hem of his clothes, suddenly changed to grabbing his waist when the bicycle staggered, and this grabbing turned the world upside down—he crashed the bike.

This fall almost fell on the turf, nothing serious.

"Didn't you say 'should' be fine?" Ye Guang gritted his teeth and asked Xu Qizhang who was also lying on the ground while lying on the side of the road.

"I'm ticklish." Xu Qizhang winked at him innocently.

"..."

I don't know who laughed first, anyway, the two of them hugged their stomachs and laughed so hard, because they didn't dare to make too much noise near the middle of the night, and this kind of muffled laughter is the most unstoppable.

Ye Guang covered his mouth with his hands and his face was flushed. How long has it been since he laughed so badly?

And the weak Xu Qizhang will have a day of holding back his laughter?

So weird, tonight.Is this the so-called late night mode?

Laughing to a certain point, Ye Guang sighed heavily, lying on the grass, looking up at the night sky with few stars due to light pollution, feeling small and indifferent for the first time.

It seems quite easy not to be an elite.

It was past midnight when we got home, and Maria spoke excitedly in an incomprehensible Indonesian accent, probably saying why he didn't contact me when he came home so late, and she almost called the police.

I turned on my cell phone which was turned off due to tutoring, and there were 56 missed calls.

"Sorry, Maria, for worrying you."

Seeing Maria's worried appearance, Ye Guang apologized guiltily, but was also a little happy.

Worrying is an expression of caring. As long as someone cares about him, he will feel happy.

As if she had never heard the young master apologize, Maria was stunned for a moment, then spread her white teeth and smiled and said, "It's fine if there is no poetry." She helped him get his schoolbag and urged him to take a bath.

He went into the bathroom with the change of clothes he had prepared, and felt a little embarrassed after scratching his head. Ye Guang was a little unaccustomed to this way of getting along, but it didn't feel bad.