A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

People don't want to die, but people are born to die, but people are born to die, which means fear. —— Shi Tiesheng

Plagued with disasters and illnesses like Song Zhiyu, going to the hospital is like visiting relatives, and taking medicine is like eating. For more than ten years, he still hasn't gotten used to being sick.He has been educated in Marxism since he was a child, and he has long been unable to believe that people can be reincarnated after death, go to heaven and go to hell, and death is nothing.

But taking a step back, if someone asked Song Zhiyu what do you want to be in your next life?He still answered you very seriously.

I want to be a turtle, I want to be an old tree, because I live long enough.There is no need to do anything special, the experience itself is enough to make people feel happy.

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"I just said that this device will suck my vitality, otherwise why would I be so cold and sleepy..." Song Zhiyu complained without saying a word.

"Fool, that means the fever has subsided." Zhou Cheng probed Song Zhiyu's forehead, and sure enough, it wasn't as hot as before, and thoughtfully took off his coat and put it on for him.

"Bold, who gave you the courage to insult my IQ? Wait... Hey... Are you going to wrap me into a rice dumpling..." Song Zhiyu protested dissatisfied.

"Don't dare." Zhou Cheng smiled and begged for mercy, then changed the subject and said, "Let me see what's in your pocket? It's so big, I'll take it out for you, don't worry yourself, don't worry about it when you're going to sleep." Comfortable." Before Song Zhiyu refused, Zhou Cheng had already taken out all the scattered things in the school uniform pocket.

There are discarded draft papers full of ghost marks, a flipped and yellowed word book, a utility knife and a few scattered erasers.

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"Are you Duoyai Aimeng?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Then I must also be the beggar in Dore's love dream..." His tablemate seemed harmless to humans and animals, with a kind face, but perhaps his best thing was embarrassing people, especially embarrassing Song Zhiyu.He is such a melancholy and desolate healing boy, why do you have to dig deep into the informal and free and easy side of his daily life?

"I'll keep this knife for you. What if I fall down and hurt myself?" Zhou Cheng suddenly recalled what Guo Nanxing said to himself a few days ago.

"Don't..." Song Zhiyu subconsciously wanted to snatch back the knife from Zhou Cheng's hand, and when he got agitated, he used the right hand that was giving the needle.

The blood flowed back immediately, and one-fifth of the tube was filled with red, and he didn't realize it.

"Your hand! Hand! Put it away!" Zhou Cheng shouted.

Song Zhiyu turned his head to look, and honestly put his hand back on the handle of the seat.

"Ahem...I just said that this device will suck the life force of others." Song Zhiyu coughed a few times.

"I usually use him to sharpen pencils, it's no big deal." He was referring to the silver utility knife clutched in Zhou Cheng's hand.

"Who are you lying to, everyone uses automatic pens now!"

Song Zhiyu laughed at Zhou Cheng's seriousness, and said, "I just like pencils, can't I?"

"Then I'll give you a pencil planer another day, a portable one." Zhou Cheng stubbornly refused to return that small utility knife to Song Zhiyu.

"I want you to send it."

If he didn't realize Zhou Cheng's weird words, Song Zhiyu would be a real fool.His face turned cold, because of a cold, his voice was a little thicker than usual.

"Did Guo Nanxing tell you something?" He asked.

"Ah, no!" Zhou Cheng pretended not to know what he was asking.

"My junior high school incident..." Song Zhiyu held his temper.

"What? I don't know?"

It seemed that Zhou Cheng had made up his mind to pretend to be a fool to the end, Song Zhiyu was annoyed, and suddenly had a plan.He waved to Zhou Cheng, beckoning him to take a step closer to speak.

Zhou Cheng was dubious, but still put his ear close to Song Zhiyu's lips.

"If you like it, you can take it, it's okay, I still have a sharper one..."

"West-melon-knife-"

After all, Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows halfway, and blew lightly into Zhou Cheng's ear mischievously.

"Itch!" Zhou Cheng covered his ears reflexively, red coloring his entire face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Tsk, Lao Zhou, you really were a non-mainstream before. I just saw your ear piercing, and there are more than one." Song Zhiyu smacked his lips and sighed, "Why do you want to have a rainbow head? I want to know about your mental journey."

Song Zhiyu compared his hand to the shape of a microphone, and handed it to Zhou Cheng.

"It was like this at the time... Forget it, I'm embarrassed to tell you."

"Tsk, what's the matter with your inexplicable shyness?"

"Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll sleep for a while, you watch it for me, I don't want to be sucked by this device anymore." Song Zhiyu warned.

"You must watch." Song Zhiyu repeatedly urged.

"Got it, go to sleep." Zhou Cheng wrapped the clothes around Song Zhiyu's neck, and tucked them in intimately.

There seems to be a saying that when a person is sick, he is at his most vulnerable.When people are sick, they behave differently than usual.Song Zhiyu, who was usually lazy, didn't even want to talk to himself during class, but today he was nagging all the time, talking non-stop.

I can't speak steadily, but I still have to say it.

So, the fragile Song Zhiyu is a nagging little old lady?

Song Zhiyu always sleeps during class, but always buries his head deep between his arms. On weekdays, what Zhou Cheng sees the most is his curled hair.It would be weird for a guy to stare at another guy for no reason.

So it's a great opportunity.

His hair is indeed a little long, and it is already a little obstructing the line of sight.Confirming again and again that Song Zhiyu was asleep, Zhou Cheng tiptoed forward and moved his bangs covering his eyes to the sides.On weekdays, he always seized every opportunity to catch up on sleep, why is there still a faint bruise under his eyes?

It is difficult to describe him with an exact word, because Song Zhiyu is not a character with distinctive personality in the novel, but a real person.Although he looks melancholy and cold on the outside, in private, apart from good grades, he is more like an ordinary funny man.When Zhou Cheng wants to believe it is true, there will be some small facts that can't wait to jump out, telling you that things are not as simple as imagined.The Song Zhiyu you know is just the him Song Zhiyu wants you to know, just the tip of the iceberg, and you know nothing about the real him.

Song Zhiyu has shallow double eyelids, and the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping. When they are usually opened, the upper end of the eyeballs will be covered a little, and they look sleepy.A pair of eyes are beautiful, but lack of brilliance, lazy and supercilious, that's why Zhou Cheng is more obsessed with trying to catch the flash of light in his eyes.During sleep, his slender eyelashes trembled occasionally with his breathing, and Zhou Cheng even had the illusion that Song Zhiyu was more alive when he was asleep than when he was awake.

The eyebrows are soft and can be melted away slightly.

Of course, she is cute when she talks, and she looks cute when she sleeps, like a little lazy cat I once raised at home. My favorite thing every day is to find a comfortable place on the balcony to lazily bask in the sun.

Zhou Cheng moved to the seat opposite Song Zhiyu, rested his chin and quietly watched Song Zhiyu fall asleep, and began to recall why he had to dye a rainbow hair at that time.

……

"Don't you think I'm different from others?" Little Zhou Cheng struggled and clumsily pulled his hair to the boy's eyes.Unexpectedly, the boy burst out laughing: "I'm not as unsophisticated as those old hats."

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Because I want to be in the crowd no matter how crowded, the first thing you see is me.

Thinking about it this way is really naive.Zhou Cheng wants to laugh at himself now, he was young and frivolous, he took a wrong turn in the pursuit of a special road, went astray, and almost disappeared forever on the way to embrace Sha Matt.

It's a shame to think about it.

The past is unbearable, and every time he thinks about it, Zhou Cheng can't help but cover his handsome face with tears of regret.

Especially since Song Zhiyu accidentally saw his dark history photos at his house that day, he used it to laugh at him from time to time, and secretly called Zhou Cheng "Kill Teacher" or "Tony Teacher".

Fortunately, he is handsome enough to stand the test.

The small silver utility knife was slowly pushed out in Zhou Cheng's hand, and slowly pushed in again.The blade was already mottled, and Zhou Cheng even saw bloodstains that had solidified on it, maybe it was just an illusion.

"What can this little knife do?"

"Unless you really carry a watermelon knife." Zhou Cheng seriously imagined Song Zhiyu with a watermelon knife pinned to his waist.

That picture is too beautiful to dare to look at.

"I will protect you." He swore secretly in his heart.

……

"I know you're unreliable, kid. Look at the bottom of the bottle. If I don't wake up again, I will be smoked into a mummy in front of you."

"Why keep staring at me, you have a crush on me." Song Zhiyu woke up at some point, and was still sitting in front of Zhou Cheng, meeting his eyes.

"Ah?" Zhou Cheng was at a loss, "You...know?"

"Know what? Pack up and let's go home. I kind of want to eat the fried skewers from Beware Bridge." Song Zhiyu has a fan-like preference for spicy and greasy food. Still persist in liking that refuses to give up.

"You eat again!"

Song Zhiyu waved his pale and slender hands covered with tape in front of Zhou Cheng, and said solemnly, "Look, I'm already like this, I need to replenish my energy urgently."

"The power of chili?"

"Come on, stop talking nonsense, why don't I ask you to?" Song Zhiyu really didn't like the strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital, it made hands and feet cold.

The weather is unpredictable, people have misfortunes and blessings, halfway on the way, Zhou Cheng received a result notification from his mobile phone: the overall score ranked No. 30 and the second in the class.

Song Zhiyu came over to take a look, and said, "Number 20, you're not as bad as I thought."

"Why do I feel even worse after you count down like this..." Zhou Cheng replied dejectedly.

Zhou Cheng's phone rang at this time, and the caller was Zhou Cheng's cheap father who was running around outside.Zhou Cheng's father's voice was so loud that Song Zhiyu could hear him roaring through the phone.

"You unlucky bastard, I told you a long time ago that you are not a material for study, but you just don't listen! Honestly get a diploma, why don't you go home and work for me? You look at your grades, and I don't care about the rest." Having said that, look at your English test score, are you worthy of my hard-working early education? Are you worthy of the foreigner's face your mother gave you?"

"Dad, I think it's half your business."

"Oh, what's wrong with me here? Tell me, why do you blame me?"

"It's my fault that you're not a real American!" Zhou Cheng decisively pressed the hang-up button, his ears were going to be completely deaf.

"What about you? How much did you take?" Zhou Cheng turned to Song Zhiyu in order to relieve the atmosphere of being scolded.

"I won't say anything, I'm afraid it will hurt your self-esteem." Song Zhiyu looked sincere.