Spring Summer Autumn Winter

Although the entrance exam has passed, it doesn't mean that you can relax a little bit in your studies.Under the long-term high pressure, Yang Siyuan has even become numb, and he no longer feels tired.

He reads books and does questions every day, like a player running towards his future goal, actively working hard.However, only he himself knows that he has no goal at all.

He was just wasting time.

The countdown cards are changed every day, and the passage of time clicks and clicks between the hands, echoing in the quiet classroom.

A week later, there will be another monthly exam. In the words of the teacher, "the level of this monthly exam is no less than that of the mock and joint exams."It's just a few words, Yang Siyuan's mind is already flying in the sky.

Class meetings are boring and lengthy. He usually chooses to relax for a while at this time, and draw something in his notebook.

The mechanical pencil broke suddenly, almost poking through the eyes of the drawing.

He rested his chin on his left hand and stopped like that.

He can feel that painting is becoming more and more difficult for him.

From the premise, I always write with excitement and boundless imagination. When I write, I feel as if I have no self, and I have to change the details of a few strands of hair seven or eight times.

But now—he picked up the pen, not knowing what to draw.When the pen is written, it ends hastily.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired... He comforted himself.

After the class meeting is over, there will be another self-study class and then school will be over. After Sunday, the most formal monthly exam will begin.

He was dizzy when he wrote the inscription, and it was not until he pushed the cart for a long time that the wind blew him clearer.

In the past two weeks, he went to the milk tea shop a few times after school, only to find out that Li Yu'an was not there. After asking, he found out that he had asked for leave to go back to his hometown.

Where does he have a hometown?

He had a few guesses in his mind, but he didn't think much about it.He always felt that if Li Yuan didn't want him to know, forget it, after all, he... also had something to hide from him.

After returning home several times early, Chen Limei was doing nothing.

She never mentioned her husband, even though he hadn't been home for a long time.The answer in Yang Siyuan's heart was almost confirmed, but he didn't want to say it, he wanted to wait for Chen Limei to say it himself.

Said that she knew Yang Jianxin had cheated a long time ago.

Said that she didn't want to do this at the juncture of the college entrance examination.

Said that she must want Yang Siyuan.

It was enough to say it, it was enough for him to hear it.

It's really selfish and narrow-minded, that's all I think about when the family breaks up.

"Mom, Fan Li's parents are divorced. What should Fan Li do?"

"Fan Li followed her mother."

"Oh. Mom, will you and dad divorce? Who will I marry after divorce?"

"Of course not! Even if we divorce, I will take you away from your father!"

"Oh... Then Dad can't live alone."

……

Probably because I was too tired, the conversations in the corner of my childhood were blown up by the wind.The immature child's voice echoed in his ears with innocent worry. It turned out that he had such good memories.

It turned out that Chen Limei was so determined.

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

There will be no divorce... Pull it down.

Snatch it from Dad... Do you need to grab it?

Don't need it.

Not required.

The voice of memory gradually faded away, and curled up in the corner of his brain again, waiting to come out to torture him one day.

Yang Siyuan closed his eyes and exhaled lightly.When he opened his eyes again, the relaxed smile could almost be mistaken for real.

The warm light not far away is still on, as if earnestly waiting for the person who visits every night.

"Am I your most loyal customer here?"

The person under the lamp pushed over a cup of hot milk, lowered his head and fiddled with the corner of his clothes caught by the cabinet, and said coldly, "Childish."

Yang Siyuan didn't feel angry either, but found Li Yu'an's pretended indifference very interesting.

"Not good, this attitude towards regular customers? Deduct your salary." He joked.

Unexpectedly, Li Yu'an was really stunned for a moment, straightened the corner of his clothes and said sullenly: "You are not my boss."

Yang Siyuan laughed out loud and then laughed out of character.

In the windy autumn night, the wind chime rang twice, and Yang Siyuan felt very relaxed.

It is more relaxing than when going out with parents, playing games, singing, having dinner with friends, or even drawing.

After laughing, he looked at Li Yu'an, who was blushing, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

He licked the milk on his lips and asked, "Hey, I want to ask you something."

"Say."

"Have you thought about opening your own milk tea shop?"

He originally thought that Li Yu'an would think for a while before answering. After all, this was a matter of the future. In the world of young people, it took a long time to think about it.

However, Li Yu'an shook his head without hesitation, and did not stop working during the period.

It was as if what Yang Siyuan was asking was a completely impossible and unthinkable matter.

"..." Yang Siyuan was startled and speechless.

After a while, he picked up the cup, smiled and said casually: "I really don't understand you." Then he drank the milk in one gulp.

Those who didn't know thought he was drinking beer in this posture.

"...I have nothing to understand." Li Yu'an didn't change his clothes, and turned off the light and came out.

"It's very sad when friends don't know each other." Yang Siyuan pushed the cart over.The chain was finally oiled and rotated quietly.

Li Yu'an didn't speak.

"We are friends." Yang Siyuan said, "At least I think so."

Li Yu'an still didn't speak.