Spring Summer Autumn Winter

The Olympic schedule is rushing forward, occupying the headlines of various media.This was once a grand event that Yang Siyuan was looking forward to, but he never turned on the TV except for the opening ceremony.

The buildings in the community are very close to each other. Through the windows, he can always see the family in the opposite building huddled in one room. Sometimes they suddenly jump up excitedly, and the Coke in their hands probably spills on the floor; sometimes He threw his hands again and collapsed on the sofa. Yang Siyuan guessed that the Chinese team should lose at this time.

When he baked the bread, he just leaned against the window and watched it. When there was a sound, he came back to his senses. He took the bread and gnawed off one and a half of it by himself, sometimes with some sauce, sometimes with milk.Most of the time it is dry food, because once there are a lot of things on the table, it will give him a feeling of emptiness.

What are you doing so much? It's all your own.

With the start of school approaching, his life has suddenly become busy these days.

Basically, make up homework, make up homework, and make up homework.

He did his homework during the holiday, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.No. 1 Middle School's online rate ranks among the top five in the city, sometimes going up and down, and occasionally falling out once or twice.But fortunately, the workload of No. [-] Middle School is No. [-].

Get up in the morning and have a casual breakfast, and start a new day of language, mathematics, foreign history, land and politics.

In order to save time, he ate breakfast more and more sloppily.

At the beginning, I even baked a piece of bread by myself, and then I went downstairs to buy a bag of steamed buns and came back. I ate while I was writing, and the oil dripped onto the paper to draw a map.

I don't know why, but there are so many people who come to eat breakfast this day, Yang Siyuan lined up, anxiously holding the steel iron.

He stretched out his head to look at the queue in front of him. There were not many breakfast stalls nearby. He wondered if he should walk 5 minutes to the steamed stuffed bun shop at the intersection that Li Yuan mentioned.Just thinking about this, a figure in front of him who was different from others by his skin color caught his eyes.

Nearly eight o'clock, a layer of bright yellow escaped from the clouds, hugging the world with impunity.Li Yu'an's outline seemed to be highlighted, and it was also glowing bright gold.He squinted his eyes, leaned forward and tried to call out: "Li Yuan?"

The people who were highlighted by the sunlight did not move, and the sculptures generally stood there.

Yang Siyuan slightly raised his voice again, and shouted: "Li Yuan!"

Li Yu'an suddenly turned his head when he heard the voice, and met Yang Siyuan's gaze.

Yang Siyuan was just thinking about asking Li Yu'an to buy it for him, but suddenly he got stuck.

He has been to countless art exhibitions and photography exhibitions, and has seen countless excellent and amazing works. However, at the moment when he met a real person, all the pictures on paper lost their language.

Li Yu'an was wearing a beige hoodie which was rare today, and his body was straight. When he turned his head, his right shoulder was slightly tilted. The neckline was a bit too big, and his collarbone could be seen.

Different from his usual indifference, he was a little confused when he was called suddenly, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he lost a lot of vigor.His eyes were beautiful, and his pupils were deep-colored. At this time, the warm light came over, and it was covered with a layer of softness.Then there is that pale complexion, which seems to be transparent under the sun...

The morning light, the slightly crowded crowd, the silence that only belongs to one person, and the steam rising from the front.

Li Yu'an created his own desertedness and warmth in this smoky street.

He was inserted in the line, and when he turned his head like this, it was frozen in Yang Siyuan's mind at that moment, replacing all the works of famous masters, plucking his nerves unreasonably.

So handsome - Yang Siyuan suddenly remembered what Chen Miao said.

"Yang Siyuan?" It seemed that after a short period of deafness, the surrounding voices began to slowly wake up, and the sound that reached Yang Siyuan's ears was the clearest.

"Ah!" He came back to his senses, and said hurriedly after remembering the business, "Can you buy it for me? I'm in a hurry to go back and do my homework."

Maybe Yang Siyuan's eyes were dazzled, he seemed to see the corner of Li Yu'an's mouth twitching, as if he was holding back a smile.

Li Yu'an nodded and said, "Okay."

Yang Siyuan thanked him, handed Li Yuan the steel coin that was already wet in his hand, walked out of the line, and stood side by side with Li Yuan.

Seeing that there were still a few people in front of him, he chatted with Li Yu'an: "It's already eight o'clock, don't you have a child to take?"

Li Yu'an was speechless, and corrected: "It's a junior high school student, not a child. I just came back from his house. He is sick today and won't go to class."

Yang Siyuan frowned after hearing this: "You just came back? Then you didn't have breakfast when you went? If he was in class, wouldn't you go to class hungry again?"

Probably because he didn't expect Yang Siyuan to be able to pull out the cocoon and grasp the important point that he didn't care about, Li Yu'an froze in place, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Yang Siyuan was still staring at him, he was looking straight at the back of the head of the person in front of him.

He moved a step forward with the team, and Yang Siyuan followed him, but his head and eyes did not move.Li Yu'an was really a little hairy from being stared at, and finally explained: "Recently... I got up late."

Yang Siyuan let out a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense... who can bear to work like you every day?"

Thinking of Li Yu'an's stomach ache that day, he was inexplicably irritable, and he spoke quickly, without thinking too much at all.After he finished speaking, he realized Li Yuan's reason for desperately trying to make money, and felt that this was inappropriate.

Li Yu'an didn't respond, he still looked indifferent.

Yang Siyuan glanced at him secretly, changed the subject and said, "What time do you go to bed?"

Finally, Li Yu'an was in line, and he ordered while giving the money: "Two carrot buns, two meat buns, and two cups of millet porridge."

Then he continued, "Around eleven o'clock."

Yang Siyuan took the bag in front of Li Yuan. Li Yuan hung his outstretched hand in the air, stunned for a moment, then glanced at Yang Siyuan, and followed him.

"Then it should be fine for sleeping." Yang Siyuan nodded, then lifted the steamed stuffed bun to look at it, and said with a smile, "The radish one? Is it delicious? You can drink porridge, it's not bad."

Li Yu'an responded in a muffled voice, then stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Yang Siyuan didn't give it to him, but asked, "Are you okay this morning? Then, do you want to come to my house and take me to do my homework? I'll give you the money, I don't need to ask my mother, I will pay it myself."

He walked in front, against the light, Li Yuan couldn't see his expression.

His voice was brisk, but Li Yuan felt lonely in his words.

He remembered that night when the neon lights were flickering, Yang Siyuan sent him home, the words that Yang Siyuan said in the light and shadow - just let me pass the time.

Could it be... simply wanting to find someone to accompany me?

He walked slowly for a while, until he walked downstairs to Yang Siyuan's house, and when Yang Siyuan felt that he refused, he said, "Okay."

When turning the stairs, Li Yu'an saw Yang Siyuan smiling.

"You..." After entering the room, Li Yu'an saw Yang Siyuan's messy desk, and was so startled that he stood there.

Yang Siyuan laughed loudly in embarrassment, scratching his head: "There's so much homework, it's everywhere."

"Aren't you afraid of losing the homework you've been writing for a long time?" Li Yu'an asked in disbelief.

"Ah? No... no way? It's all here..." Yang Siyuan replied belatedly.

Li Yu'an still stood where he was, staring at the table, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Yang Siyuan explained weakly: "It's really too much...and I don't know how to clean up..."

He raised his hand and raised it backwards, then suddenly got stuck in the air and fell down quickly.

Li Yuan looked in the direction of his raised hand, it seemed to be the wardrobe.He guessed that Yang Siyuan probably wanted to use the messy words on the cabinet as an example to prove it. As for why he stopped suddenly, he looked at the cabinet door that seemed to have peeled off a layer of skin, and he felt a little lonely.

Feeling soft, Li Yu'an hesitated for a second, then said softly, "If you don't mind, I..."

The words were interrupted by Yang Siyuan's bright eyes, and Li Yu'an froze again.

He hadn't seen Yang Siyuan's bright eyes for several days.

Although he is still cheerful every day, in his eyes, the light is weak.

Li Yu'an felt as if he had discovered his destiny, which was to have such bright eyes.When he met his eyes, he always did something that he thought he would never do in this life.

Staring in a daze, Li Yu'an forcibly pulled back his thoughts and tidied up Yang Siyuan's desk.

He does have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. He sorts the tutorial books and papers of various subjects, and distinguishes the completed ones from the unfinished ones. The unfinished pile is three times the size of the other pile.

Yang Siyuan wrote while eating, and Li Yuan read while eating.

"A lot of questions are of the same type, and they are too simple for you. Do you want me to help you sort them out? You can write these questions as you like." Li Yu'an bit his bun and said while holding a paper.

Yang Siyuan turned around in surprise and asked, "Huh? Xueba doesn't even do homework?"

Li Yu'an was speechless, and explained: "...It's not that I don't write it, but I don't need to write it in detail. There will be a lot of questions in the third year of high school, but not all of them are useful. If you want to improve efficiency, you need this."

Yang Siyuan bit his habit and nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The sun gradually climbed up, and the room became brighter and brighter. Yang Siyuan was very attentive, and kept his head buried in writing after entering the state, while Li Yu'an quietly screened the questions for him.When the sun passed by the window, the light was a little dazzling, Li Yu'an looked at Yang Siyuan who was focused, and silently closed a section of the curtain.

In the small room, there was only the sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other. Except for the absence of Li Yu'an speaking, everything was the same as usual.

But Li Yuan clearly felt that it was different.

This time, he didn't come to teach Yang Siyuan, he came to accompany Yang Siyuan.

The time was silent, and he held the person's shoulders and pulled him forward involuntarily. In the years to come, Li Yu'an never had the opportunity to accompany Yang Siyuan quietly like this again.

After sending Li Yu'an to the fried noodle shop at noon, Yang Siyuan went to Qin Ziliang's house.

Qin Ziliang's tour ended two days ago, but because he was just in time to go to the countryside with his parents to visit relatives when he came back, the two of them never got together.Last night Qin Ziliang called him when he got home and asked him to pick up souvenirs from him today.

He and Qin Ziliang's family were far away, but after Fan Li moved, they were very close to Qin Ziliang. When he was looking for Qin Ziliang, he was passing by Fan Li's house.

Coincidentally, Fan Li was walking back from the outside with a bag.

He pressed the bell twice and shouted, Fan Li looked back at him.

He rode forward, stopped and asked, "What did you buy?"

Fan Li shook the bag and said, "Noodles. Eat noodles at noon."

"Noodles? Doesn't your mother hate noodles?" Yang Siyuan asked casually.

Before Fan Li moved, they were neighbors and grew up together. After Fan Li's father left the mother and daughter and ran away, the Yang family has always taken care of Fan Li and her daughter, so Yang Siyuan is very clear about their living habits.

Fan Li likes to eat noodles, but Fan Li's mother hates it, so she is not very good at making noodles.Since she was a child, Fan Li was often brought to the house by Chen Limei to eat noodles.

"My mother is not at home, so I will eat by myself," Fan Li said.

Yang Siyuan didn't care, just nodded and said, "Oh, I'm not at home."

"What are you doing here?" Fan Li asked.

"Oh, what, I'm going to find Lao Qin. He's back." Telling Fan Li about Qin Ziliang, he always felt uncomfortable, so he only explained a few sentences, didn't say anything more, and didn't call Fan Li like usual go together.

Fan Li pursed her lips when she heard this, and simply answered without asking any questions.

After saying goodbye, Yang Siyuan watched Fan Li enter the community before continuing to move forward.

Qin Ziliang had been waiting for him a long time ago, and the big bed was full of messy things.

Yang Siyuan probably understood Li Yu'an's mood in the morning, and he was also walking forward with difficult steps.

"Come here, this is buckwheat tea." Qin Ziliang took him with one hand and introduced a small tea pot with the other.

Yang Siyuan has never been to the grassland, so he doesn't understand these things, so let him talk about it.

"I don't have high blood pressure..." Yang Siyuan said helplessly.

"Oh, give it to your dad!" Qin Ziliang patted him and said.

He didn't tell Qin Ziliang about the war between Yang Jianxin and himself, so it's no wonder that Qin Ziliang borrowed someone's scar.But these words touched his sensitive nerve, he could only smile stiffly.

Qin Ziliang seemed to have got the true biography of a tour guide, and introduced the things lying on the bed one by one, which reminded Yang Siyuan of the mother in Gao Lao Zhuang introducing three daughters.

At the end of the introduction, Qin Ziliang couldn't hide his excitement: "These are all so-so, so-so, you can pick whatever you want. But do you know what the biggest gift I will give you is?"

Yang Siyuan shook his head.

Qin Ziliang got the answer he wanted, so he took out his mobile phone excitedly, opened the photo album, and showed Yang Siyuan a photo - a strip of blue cloth tied to a stone, which should be embedded in a stone wall superior.

"What is this?" Yang Siyuan asked.

"Don't you know? This is called 'Aobao'. You can pray for blessings by tying this strip of cloth and turning around while thinking about your wishes." Qin Ziliang pointed to the picture and explained, his voice full of pride.

Sounds like a wishing tree, Yang Siyuan thought.

"Can you take pictures? It won't work if you take pictures, right?" he asked suddenly.

"...Oh, don't believe that, you're so clever." Qin Ziliang waved his hands guiltily and said when he was asked.

Strange and mysterious civilizations can always arouse the hearts of art lovers.Yang Siyuan showed a lot of interest in this, and Qin Ziliang happily showed him many photos of oboos, colorful silks and satins fluttering, Luma wind flags, mani poles and pious figures of people.

Yang Siyuan looked at it for a long time, and finally thought in a sad way: "After taking so many pictures, it's definitely not working, Guisun."

Before leaving, Qin Ziliang stuffed him with a bottle of kumiss, a packet of buckwheat tea, a few postcards, and a hat.

The basket was full, but Yang Siyuan was still thinking about Obo on the road.

Later, he finally went to the grassland once, under the sky, the hunting wind was blowing.He closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and walked around the solemn stone pile, slowly and piously.

That day he tied a piece of blue satin at the highest place he could reach, and wrote his blessings for that life with his fingerprints.After several generations of mobile phones, taking pictures is comparable to that of a camera. On his trip, the sky and grass were taken very well, but the photos about Aobao were missing.