A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

The next day, Zhou Cheng still packed a bowl of wontons filled with chili oil for class, but this time, he was not late.

The time was 07:30 Beijing time. Pang Dahai walked into the classroom as scheduled, and looked around. Unfortunately, Murong Baobao copied his homework and was arrested.

The time is 10:[-] Beijing time, [-] minutes before [-]:[-], the late king Zhang Zhipeng came late, this time he was empty-handed, he didn't bring anything, he didn't bring his schoolbag, he was invited to the office for tea by Pang Dahai, It is said that Zhang Zhipeng's mother will go to drink tea in a few days.

Zhou Cheng looked at the empty seat beside him, staring at the autumn water.

"Don't look, Lao Song didn't come back so soon." Guo Nanxing said to Zhou Cheng.

"I think he's probably stuck at home playing games now. This guy likes to be lazy." Murong Baobao echoed, "You played really well yesterday. Would you consider joining our school's basketball team?"

"Do you think everyone is like you? Even if Lao Song is lazy, he will be fresh and refined, and will not join forces with you. Ah Cheng, if you are really worried about him, you should ask the squad leader later, she should know the situation." Guo Nanxing explain.

"But Lao Song is really dishonest. A few days ago, he said that today's math test will cover me." Baobao muttered dissatisfied.

"Lao Song isn't here, don't you still have me? But it was agreed in advance, just say 'Dad'." Guo Nanxing shook his head.

"I call you papa!" Baobao roared angrily.

……

"By the way, your wonton will be lumpy if you don't eat it. I only ate three buns this morning, and I'm a little hungry now..."

"Oh good, you can eat."

"Wow, it's hot and dead!"

……

hospital ward

"It's been a long time since I saw Xiao Yu coming over. Aunt Zhang misses you so much." The charming Nurse Zhang said to Song Zhiyu.

Song Zhiyu lay expressionlessly on the white hospital bed, but secretly rolled his eyes in his heart. He even suspected that he was cursed by her every day when he went to the hospital this time.

"Really, I'm getting more and more handsome!" Nurse Zhang didn't seem to want to leave, "I used to see you until I reached my chest, but now that time has passed, I've grown so tall that Auntie is going to look up at you But ah, it’s not good at all, I still don’t like to talk so much~” After finishing speaking, he reached out and patted Song Zhiyu’s head.

Song Zhiyu subconsciously turned his head to one side, but caught a glimpse of several young nurses standing outside the ward, peeking in from time to time, and one of them was very good-looking.

"Then maybe we can still come a few more times in the future, but it's best not to come too many, he won't be able to take it too much."

The girl also seemed to notice that Song Zhiyu was looking at her, and lowered her head shyly.

"The response is good, there is drama."

Suddenly, a well-dressed man in a camel-colored windbreaker blocked the line of sight between the two of them, and Song Zhiyu's eyes tightened unconsciously.

"Uncle Wang." Song Zhiyu called out, and then continued to pretend to be dumb.

"Last night, you scared me and your mother to death." Wang Zhijun held a peeled apple in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to hand it to Song Zhiyu, but just put his hands on the apple without a coat Rub slowly.

"That's why Wang Zhijun didn't leave his home at all that night." Song Zhiyu thought of the scene in the crack of the door before he passed out.In the past two years, Wang Zhijun has gone too far, as if he has regarded this as his own home. Song Zhiyu always feels disgusted when he sees three toothbrushes neatly arranged in the bathroom.

"But it's okay. The doctor said it's nothing serious. You can leave the hospital after a few days of rest." Wang Zhijun was still stroking the apple in his hand. His hands were well maintained, and every nail was trimmed clean and round, just like his face. She looks very young, it is not too much to say that she is just thirty.

"Xiao Wang is here." Aunt Zhang greeted him warmly.

"Sister Zhang, it's been a while since I saw you, and you look much younger again."

"Xiao Wang's mouth is sweet." He pulled Wang Zhijun aside and whispered in his ear, "Seeing that you took care of Xiao Yu last night, is it possible that your business is finally going to work?"

At this time, Wang Zhijun suddenly turned his head to look at Song Zhiyu inexplicably, and replied with a smile: "No hurry, no hurry, wait until Xiaoyu goes to college."

Song Zhiyu just watched their boring exchange of greetings coldly. .

"Since your Uncle Wang is here, I'll go and chat first, and call me if I have something to do." Aunt Zhang said to Song Zhiyu, she walked out of the ward with a wag, and also rushed away the pretty girl outside the door.

"Yes." Song Zhiyu replied in a low voice.

"Come, eat an apple to moisturize your throat." Uncle Wang took out a small fruit knife from his pocket, cut out a small piece of apple flesh, and handed it to Song Zhiyu's mouth.

Song Zhiyu sat up, took the apple off the knife with his hand, and put it in his mouth.Due to long-term exposure to the air, the apples have begun to turn yellow and rust, and the taste is also very poor.

"Where's my mother?"

"Her unit has something to do, so she went to work first this morning."

"Go to the bathroom." Song Zhiyu immediately lifted the quilt, got out of bed, hurriedly put on a pair of slippers, and walked out of the room.Wang Zhijun's face remained unchanged, and he continued to play with the apple in his hand.

Walking through the noisy hospital corridor, pushing aside the anxious, painful, and angry crowd, and stumbled all the way to the toilet at the end, Song Zhiyu closed the toilet door with a bang, locked it behind him, and began to retch while facing the sink .He firmly supported the sink with one hand, and the other hand went deep into his throat as if swearing to pull out something.When the yellow and rusty apple enters the throat, it is like drinking raw blood, full of sticky smell, especially if it is contaminated with other people's smell, it is even more disgusting.

"Woo... vomit——" Song Zhiyu retched in pain, thinking that he was going to spit out his entire gut, but in fact there was nothing but sour and bitter water.

"Dong dong dong."

Three clicks landed on the door evenly, without rush.

Song Zhiyu's pupils tightened immediately, and his body stiffened.

"Dong dong dong."

Three more.

"Who?" Song Zhiyu's voice trembled faintly.

"Um... is there anyone inside? Can you open the door? I'm... in a hurry." The other party's voice could not be heard clearly through the door, but it should be a young man.

Song Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, quickly rinsed the sink, looked up and saw himself in the mirror, and found that his face was frighteningly pale, so he rubbed his cheeks vigorously to make it look bloody.After everything was over, Song Zhiyu turned the handle and opened the door.

"Thank you, thank you!" A young man in school uniform rushed in sullenly when the door opened.

"Huh?" Song Zhiyu saw that he looked familiar, "Zhou Cheng? What are you doing here?"

"Ah!" Zhou Cheng turned his head immediately, and saw that the person who opened the door for him was Song Zhiyu.

"I... I'll come and see you. Great, you're still here!" Zhou Cheng opened his arms as if he wanted to give Song Zhiyu a hug, but seeing his expression was a little indifferent, he didn't know where to put his hands for a while.

"Is that true, I should be dead?" Song Zhiyu said with a smile.

"Why did you still go to the hospital? Is it because yesterday..."

Song Zhiyu took over the conversation: "That's right, it was you who cooked me a meal yesterday and gave me food poisoning and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment overnight."

"How could this be? I ate it too. Why am I doing nothing?"

"Maybe you are slow to respond, but I am more sensitive."

"Ah..." Zhou Cheng's face was full of remorse and self-blame, and he actually believed it.

"Fake." Song Zhiyu took a small step forward and stood within the range of Zhou Cheng's raised hands.

"Huh?" Zhou Cheng was at a loss.

"Hold me." Song Zhiyu said.

"Is it okay?" Zhou Cheng's face changed color, he mechanically formed a circle with his hands, and carefully wrapped Song Zhiyu in his arms.

Song Zhiyu also slowly put his hands around Zhou Cheng's waist, and then stuffed his still wet hands into Zhou Cheng's school uniform with lightning speed, which gave his kidneys a "transparent" effect. The heart is cold, the heart is flying."

"Go away!"

"Ah—" Zhou Cheng screamed.

"You!" Zhou Cheng was speechless, he didn't expect that one day, he would take the initiative to push Song Zhiyu away in this way.

"You're not going to the bathroom anymore?" Song Zhiyu kindly reminded him without giving him a chance to fight back.

"Oh, yes! I almost forgot!" Zhou Cheng hurried in.

"I'll wait for you outside." Song Zhiyu leaned on the edge of the promenade outside, and put his slender, clean hands on his shoulders.

"Little rain." The man's voice was not thick enough, but not too sharp, like salad oil attached to the water.

Song Zhiyu trembled when he heard the voice, lowered his shoulders, and silently gave up Wang Zhijun's hand.

"Why have you been here for so long?" Wang Zhijun said with some displeasure.

"Big one." Song Zhiyu replied.

"Don't stand in the wind, what should I do if I catch a cold later? Come, follow me back." After finishing speaking, she went to pull Song Zhiyu's hand.

Song Zhiyu avoided it again, and the gentle expression on Wang Zhijun's face seemed to be showing signs of collapse, but at this time Zhou Cheng happened to come out of the toilet.

"Who is he?" Wang Zhijun asked Song Zhiyu with his normal expression on his face.

"my classmate."

"Oh, the one you played with the day before yesterday?"

Song Zhiyu shook his head: "No."

"What's your name?" Wang Zhijun ignored Song Zhiyu and asked Zhou Cheng instead.

"My name is Zhou Cheng, and I'm his deskmate." Zhou Cheng answered honestly.

"You are very handsome." Wang Zhijun stretched out his hand to shake Zhou Cheng's hand, "I belong to Song Zhiyu—" Wang Zhijun deliberately dragged out the latter sentence for a long time.

"He's my father." Song Zhiyu suddenly took over the conversation, and grabbed Wang Zhijun's hand in front of Zhou Cheng, "Let's go."

Wang Zhijun walked ahead like a victorious general, Song Zhiyu was grabbed by his hand and followed behind.Zhou Cheng walked at the end along the path of the two.Song Zhiyu stretched out his other hand, blinked at Zhou Cheng, and spoke silently, his mouth was: "Please catch me."

Zhou Cheng held out his hand, which was firmly grasped by Song Zhiyu, as if the other party wanted to draw some strength from him.This made him unconsciously think of the sentence - "Beasts always walk alone, but cattle and sheep are in groups." He was a little puzzled.

A person's character will change, as long as the person remains that person, that's fine.

The author has something to say:

There is a lot of homework near the end of the period, so the update will not be so diligent.

Today is also a day to silently wait for the collection of little angels.