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Xia Zang waited for a while at the door of the classroom as usual, but this time some students remembered to turn off the lights and lock the door.

Seeing him, he greeted him in a daze, "See you tomorrow."

Xia Zang nodded, but said nothing.

The students upstairs, in groups of three and five, walked past the stairs laughing and noisily.

He didn't see Yang Sheng in it, but if Yang Sheng wanted to go downstairs, he would definitely pass by here.

After all, I don’t live on campus now, so I’ll take a short walk to the science building next door if I walk over the bridge.

I promised the little hamster to go back together, so it doesn't hurt to wait a little longer.

Xia Zang watched the crowd pass by the corridor wave by wave, from small groups to twos and threes.

Not long after, the entire teaching building was emptied, and Xia Zang glanced at the stairs, wondering if he should go upstairs to have a look.

Class [-] seems to be on the fourth floor near the stairs.

Not hard to find.

After making up his mind, Xia Zang had just climbed the steps of the first floor when he met Yang Sheng who stumbled down the stairs at the corner of the stairs.

"Brother!" Just before he landed, half of him threw himself on Xia Zang.

In order to prevent him from falling down, Xia Zang stretched out his arms and hugged him with his schoolbag in his arms.

"Don't get excited." Xia Zang patted the schoolbag on Yang Sheng's back, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Perhaps he was too eager to run down the stairs, Yang Sheng blushed to the neck, gasped for breath, and said, "I'm afraid you've been waiting for a long time."

"It didn't take long." Xia Zang let go of his hand and said, "I'm going back."

The advantage of missing the rush hour is that the path from the teaching building to the back door of the school is unobstructed.

The lights in the surroundings were dim, and the colorful stones that reflected light on the cement path could barely be seen clearly.

Yang Sheng tugged at the corner of Xia Zang's clothes, motioning him to look up.

Without the shelter of the teaching building, the half-missed moon hung high in the center of the sky.

"I still can't see the stars." Yang Sheng sighed.

"The moon is also a star." Xia Zang said, "It is a satellite of the earth."

The little hamster's black eyes didn't blink, Xia Zang guessed that he was confused again.

When Yang Sheng came out of the shower, Xia Zang was lying at the desk writing the test paper.

The round clock on the wall showed that it was ten forty-five.

He can still study for more than an hour. He has always kept in mind the rules of shared living proposed by Xia Zang.

Seeing Yang Sheng approaching, Xia Zang put away some books on the table, expanding the area vacated for him.

"That's enough, brother, I don't bring many books back." Yang Sheng sat down across from Xia Zang and said softly.

"You don't have to be so cautious." Xia Zang glanced at him, then continued to look down at the question.

Yang Sheng nodded, and didn't have much to say.

He felt that he was being impolite at all, such as clamoring to go home from school with someone, such as jumping into someone's arms when going downstairs.

After smashing it carefully to taste it, Yang Sheng still felt embarrassed.

For nothing else, it seemed that Xia Zang was a little abrupt.

"Remember to dry the clothes after washing." Xia Zang said, listening to the sound of the washing machine drum spinning and stirring from the bathroom.

"Oh." Yang Sheng nodded again.

Even if there is nothing to say for an hour, the content of the college entrance examination for arts and science students is still far away, and Yang Sheng can't discuss a certain historical event or a certain monsoon ocean current with Xia Zang; Xia Zang will naturally not be idle to talk to him Balancing chemical equations.

If you stay in the same position for too long, your neck and shoulders will be stiff when you raise your head.

And Xia Zang had already got up to go to the bathroom, Yang Sheng was able to pinch his shoulders while looking at the papers Xia Zang spread on the table.

Although he couldn't understand the symbolic formula above, the shocking red cross still made Yang Sheng tremble with fright.

Look at the title of the test paper, oh, physics, that's not unusual.

It is said that physics is like the existence of a great devil among the three subjects of science and comprehensive science.

But... Xia Zang, who is in the key science class, is it really okay to be so poor in physics?

Yang Shengzai looked carefully at the multiple-choice questions on the first page, and found that Xia Zang almost didn't get six points for the multiple-choice questions.

Either choose the wrong one, or choose less.

In his impression, Xia Zang has always been a figure of a master of learning or even a god of learning.

But he really didn't know Xia Zang's exact grades after high school.

Gently put the test paper back, and at this time Xia Zang had already fished out the clothes from the washing machine and carried them to the balcony to dry.

Yang Sheng got up belatedly, but Xia Zang put down the clothes rail and went back indoors with an empty plastic basin.

"Sorry, brother, I forgot..." Xia Zang hurriedly tried to explain, but Xia Zang waved his hand to stop him.

"Clean up and go to sleep." Xia Zang said, glancing at the papers on the table that were covered with red crosses.

Yang Sheng opened his mouth, but didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The pointer stopped at ten past twelve, Yang Sheng was lying beside Xia Zang, and could smell the same bath liquid on his body as his own.

Lavender.

He thought that Xia Zang would choose a refreshing shower gel like mint or lemon, mainly because the lavender was too lingering and soft, wrapping around his nose and throat.

Itchy.

Yang Sheng couldn't help coughing lightly, Xia Zang turned over and reached out with his hand.

She tucked the quilt up for him, "Cover it up."

Xia Zang was so kind, so Yang Sheng wanted to say thank you and apologize at the same time.

"Brother," Yang Sheng said, without saying thank you or sorry, "I still can't sleep."

It's talking about taking an inch without restraint.

"It's already twelve o'clock." Xia Zang's tone was resigned, but he didn't reject Yang Sheng, "Then I'll sing you a lullaby."

Hey, isn't it telling a story?

Fortunately, Yang Sheng didn't pick anything, and hurriedly responded with "Mmmm", nodding his head like garlic.

When will the moon be

Ask Qingtian about wine

I don't know the heavenly palace

What year is this eve

"Shui Tuo Ge Tou", Teresa Teng's version.

Yang Sheng didn't expect Xia Zang to use this as a lullaby, but all classic fairy tales can be used as bedtime stories, and the lullaby of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" can be regarded as extremely gentle.

I want to ride the wind back home

I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu

High in the cold

dance to figure out the shadow

Like in the world

Maybe because this song is widely circulated, and because he can recite Su Shi's original lyrics, Yang Sheng feels more and more familiar the more he listens.

It seems that when I had a nervous breakdown in junior high school, I didn't know if I was awake or dreaming, and this gentle song was flowing in my ears.

Turn to Zhuge, low Qi household, shine without sleep

There should be no hatred, what is the long way to go

Yes, what he listened to was not Ms. Deng's original version, but a hoarse teenager's voice.

That voice correctly sang "Low Qihu" Qi, just like Xia Zang who was humming softly to him now.

Yang Sheng opened his eyes, and Xia Zang's warm and clear breath in the darkness reached his profile.

It smells like strawberry toothpaste.

He remembered shutting himself in the room, covering his head with the quilt, trying to strangle himself to death in this half-dream.

Outside the quilt, the ethereal voice seemed to come from the distant sea, and it was so hoarse that it fell into rain.

He threw off the quilt indiscriminately, gaining a trace of freshness from the pattering rain.

Someone grabbed his wrist, just like he was unconsciously holding Xia Zang's wrist at this moment.

People have joys and sorrows

The moon is cloudy and sunny

This matter is hard to come by

I hope people will last

A thousand miles together

"Brother." Yang Sheng called out.

This time, Xia Zang agreed and said, "Well, sleep well, good night."

Probably in junior high school, Xia Zang discovered Yang Sheng's secret.

That is, he has a degree of somnambulism.

Seeing his unrelated younger brother wrestling with his quilt on the bed, Xia Zang's first reaction was of course to throw him downstairs.

But Yang Sheng broke into his room too quietly, even if he turned on the light, he didn't even open his eyes.

Xia Zang used his shallow knowledge to deduce that Yang Sheng was sleepwalking.

Not to mention sleepwalking, he also occupied his bed and tossed his quilt into a mess.

Tossing and turning, frowning and panting, it was obvious that he hadn't slept well and was having a nightmare.

Xia Zang didn't know which tendon was wrong at the time, so in order to calm Yang Sheng down, he sang that mother's favorite ballad softly.

"Water Tune Song Head".

He was in the period of changing his voice at that time, and it must not sound good when he sang.But Yang Sheng in his sleep gradually calmed down and pulled off the quilt covering his head.

Xia Zang stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, trying to put his hand back under the quilt.

Yang Sheng moved, and seemed to call out: "Brother."

Xia Zang didn't answer, he just thought Yang Sheng was asleep and talking in his sleep.

At that time, his father was busy with business and entertainment, and his stepmother had no time to be distracted by taking care of the newborn little sister, so no one except Xia Zang knew about Yang Sheng's situation.

Xia Zang is not a loudspeaker, so there is no need to publicize it; when Yang Sheng sleepwalks into the room, he makes room for the bed. It is spacious anyway, and it will not affect his good night's sleep if he coaxes people to sleep.

But there is still a problem that every time Xia Zang is awakened by his own biological clock, there is no trace of Yang Sheng next to him.

Then when he was having breakfast, he would see Yang Sheng coming out of his own room, rubbing his eyes and yawning, without any memory of the sleepwalking of the previous day.

Of course, Xia Zang stayed up in the middle of the night and discovered the fact that Yang Sheng would sleepwalk back to his room again after he fell asleep.

This situation lasted for nearly a month, Yang Sheng didn't know about it, and Xia Zang kept his mouth shut, just turning the pages so lightly and skillfully.

To this day, without knowing which tendon was wrong, Xia Zangqing sang the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

"Okay then, good night." Yang Sheng let go of his wrist, and lay down flat with a rustle.

Xia Zang thought that Yang Sheng would no longer have nightmares, because "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is really the first song that can sleep peacefully.

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