A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

There is no spring in N City. When the school first started, it was winter and he was reluctant to part with it. He insisted on forcing him to stay. When winter finally left, summer came in a hurry.The No. [-] Middle School just spent huge sums of money last year to add touch-screen projection screens to each classroom, but they didn’t have the money to install air conditioners, so they had to open the windows on both sides of the classrooms wide, and the overhead fans were adjusted to the maximum setting, and the draft was whistling. , combined with the mechanical work, barely made the space where more than fifty people were stored not so hot.

"Old Song, I beg you to take off your school uniform jacket quickly, I feel hot just looking at it." Baobao only wore a vest in the boy's territory, in stark contrast to Song Zhiyu who was wearing a full school uniform.

Baobao's words stung him a bit, Song Zhiyu said: "Tomorrow is a holiday, and I won't heat you up anymore."

Compared with the sweaty boys around him, Song Zhiyu wearing a long-sleeved jacket not only didn't sweat, his fingertips even felt a little cold.

Yes, tomorrow is a holiday.In the second year of high school, there are separate buildings for arts and sciences. According to Song Zhiyu's personality, it is basically a farewell.

……

"Today's summer vacation, your uncle and I are going to go out of town, will you come with us?" Song Ma asked.

"You go, I'm fine at home."

"How can I rest assured that you are at home alone? It's not that you don't know your body well. We'll be there for ten or twenty days. If you get sick during this period, who will take care of you?"

"Then I'll go to my grandma's house."

When Song Ma heard Song Zhiyu's words, she immediately stopped nagging, leaving only one sentence: "Then you go." She hurriedly closed the door of the room.

The orientation of Song Zhiyu's room is not good, and for other reasons, the light in the whole room is not very sufficient.This has both advantages and disadvantages. It is inevitable to be cold and humid in winter, but it can block most of the ultraviolet rays in summer, making the enclosed space slightly cooler.Song Zhiyu reshuffled the quilt that Song Ma had folded, and was going to sleep again.

"Flymetotheromon..."

As soon as the phone rang, Song Zhiyu cut it off irritably, and lay back on the bed.After a few minutes, he finally couldn't help getting up and glanced at the caller ID, it was Zhou Cheng.

"Hey?"

"I want to ask you... what are your plans for the summer vacation?" The person on the other end of the phone was visibly flustered.

"Go home, are you okay?"

"It's okay, when will you come back?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"School starts."

"Oh..." Zhou Cheng remained silent, but he had no intention of hanging up the phone.

"If you're okay, would you like to go with me?" Song Zhiyu asked like a ghost.

……

Grandma Song Zhiyu's house is in the countryside of a neighboring city, and there is no train, so she can only take a bus, which runs three times a day.It was too hot at noon and too late at night, so Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng waited at the coach station early in the morning.

Because it is summer, the dawn is very early.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

But it's hot!And there is no shade at all around the bus station!Can only accept the baptism of the sun!

"I told you earlier, but you don't believe me." Song Zhiyu squatted under the shadow formed by Zhou Cheng, looking boredly at the yellowed vocabulary book.

"I'm afraid of being late, I'm sorry, I'm really nervous now." Zhou Cheng's voice trembled a little.

"You are not only a little nervous, but you have been nervous since the moment you promised to die. Don't worry, my grandma can't eat people. Also, don't move around, the sun is about to burn me. "If it's not forced, Song Zhiyu doesn't like to go out in summer. From the moment he comes into contact with the sun, he has a feeling that his soul is out of his body, and he is crushed into powder by the heat waves around him.

"Then comment on my appearance today, is there something inappropriate?"

"Last time, no."

For today's trip, Zhou Cheng got up at four o'clock in the morning to clean up. He even touched a little hairspray on his head quietly.The clothes he wears are also the simple and plain ones that old people like, but if you look carefully, he actually designed some small details in them.If Guo Nanxing was present, he would definitely say: "I never chase fashion, because the so-called fashion is sifted by time, and only shame remains."

"Hurry up, the car is coming!" Zhou Cheng urged.

"What are you in a hurry for..." Song Zhiyu was about to stand up when Zhou Cheng had already run to the car door and lined up.

"Come here... Pull me for a while, my legs are numb..." Song Zhiyu said weakly.

……

The drive is not long, it only takes about four hours to get there.There is air conditioning in the car, and I felt very comfortable at first, but even in the short four hours, some passengers still seized the time to eat all kinds of delicious food, and the car entered the high speed, turning one after another.Every time the car bumped, Song Zhiyu's face turned pale.

Finally, when the brakes were slammed, Song Zhiyu's complexion turned extremely pale, and his stomach was like a sea of ​​water.He kept swallowing repeatedly, trying not to let the nausea flood his throat.

Taking the time to glance at Zhou Cheng beside him, it may be because he got up too early today, and after getting in the car and pulling Song Zhiyu nervously for a while, he fell asleep, and now he is still snoring slightly.

Although the empty seats were connected together, Song Zhiyu tried to keep a distance from Zhou Cheng as much as possible, and then gently pulled out a black plastic bag from the bag.

After opening the bag, he could no longer suppress the rising nausea, and returned all the breakfast he had this morning.But even though Song Zhiyu vomited uncomfortably due to motion sickness, he still tried his best to restrain himself and not make too much noise, so as not to disturb Zhou Cheng and other people in the same group, just curled up in the angle formed by the car wall and the seat, quietly quietly.

After vomiting, he deftly fed himself another motion sickness medicine. In fact, he had already taken it once before getting in the car, but it didn't work much, maybe the medicine had expired.

When Zhou Cheng woke up, he only found that Song Zhiyu's face was a little paler than usual.

"Is it uncomfortable? Do you need to take medicine?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"It's okay, I just didn't sleep well last night." Song Zhiyu shook his head, forced a smile, and hid the tightly tied black plastic bag back.

"Then go to bed now." Zhou Cheng straightened his back, indicating that Song Zhiyu could lean on his shoulder.

"Okay. But I feel more comfortable lying on my lap." Song Zhiyu smiled slightly, and put his head on Zhou Cheng's lap in a mischievous manner.

"Now this scene should really be filmed for Bao Bao to see."

"Well, I think so too." Zhou Cheng was being pillowed by Song Zhiyu at this time, his whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move.

After getting off the car, the first thing Song Zhiyu did was to dispose of the black plastic bag just now while Zhou Cheng was not paying attention.But as soon as he walked to the trash can, he felt sick again, so he vomited in the dark while holding the trash can, and now it was impossible to prevent Zhou Cheng from seeing it.

Whenever this happens, Zhou Cheng feels a sense of powerlessness in his heart, a feeling of powerlessness that he can only watch others suffer, but he can't do anything.He caressed/stroked Song Zhiyu's back, helping to smooth the air, trying to alleviate his uncomfortable feeling a little.

"Hahaha, seeing you vomit like this, little uncle, my heart almost hurts." The person who spoke was a young man in his 20s, wearing black short sleeves and floral shorts, with flip-flops on his feet. Riding on a giant red motorcycle.He casually grasped the handlebar with one hand, stepped on the pedal with one leg, and supported the other on the ground, making his legs look slender and powerful.

"If I had known you were here, I wouldn't have come back." Song Zhiyu stood up slowly and looked at the dark-skinned young man without any joyful expression.

"What you said makes people feel chilling. I came back from a long distance just to see you. I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are so rude. You don't even call uncle. Hey? Wait a minute The guy next to you is your classmate? He doesn't look bad, and he has a good figure. If we have a chance, we can make gestures together."

"I didn't expect to see you for a few years. You are darker than before. This is my... Uncle Xia Baini, you can call him Heizi." When Song Zhiyu introduced Zhou Cheng, the word "uncle" was ambiguous. clear.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Cheng, and I'm at the same table as Song Zhiyu." Zhou Cheng hurriedly introduced himself.

"Hi, city people, my name is Xia Baini, you can call me Uncle Bai." The black-skinned young man said with a smile.

This black skin is called Xia Baini, who just turned [-] this year, is Song Zhiyu's distant uncle, and is now learning martial arts outside.

"Oh, here comes the problem. My car can only carry one person. Which of you two will run behind?" Xia Baini's eyes moved back and forth between Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng, and the slender Danfeng eyes contained Look a little sly.

"It's okay, I can follow behind." Zhou Cheng said hastily. With Song Zhiyu's current physical condition, it is absolutely impossible to walk to the destination alone.

"How dare you do that? You are a guest and a resident of the city. How can I bully you? Nephew, are you right?"

"If you don't want to take me with you, just tell me." Song Zhiyu's face remained normal.

"Don't look at my elder nephew who looks so weak that he can fall down when pushed, but he is actually very strong. I remember that when we were young, my buddies had a few swimming competitions, and he was the champion; there was another time when we climbed a tree together, it was my elder nephew who climbed the most The highest; right, right, more than that, and that time too..."

"Shut up." Song Zhiyu took a deep breath and said to Zhou Cheng, "Go with him first, the road is not far away, and I will be there in a while."

"I'll go with you." Zhou Cheng said to Song Zhiyu.

"Don't, I heard that motorcycles are not allowed on the road in the city. Come on, uncle will take you for a ride." Xia Baini couldn't help putting a helmet on Zhou Cheng, and pushed him onto the car.

"No, I can go by myself."

"Okay, then I'll go first. You two won't be in time for lunch~" As soon as the words fell, Xia Baini galloped away on the huge red motorcycle, which turned into a red dot and gradually disappeared between the two sides. in people's sight.

It didn't take long before the red dot gradually grew bigger, returning to the appearance of an adult riding a bicycle, and finally Xia Baini's dark and cunning face was clearly visible.

Xia Baini came back again, and there was a cloud of dust, Zhou Cheng stood in front of Song Zhiyu.

"Just kidding, don't mind, get in the car." Xia Baini smiled, showing a row of big white teeth, looking very sincere.

After the two got into the car, Xia Baini's expression froze again.

"Wait, now there's another question..."

"I'll get off." Zhou Cheng said.

"Don't, I mean there's only one helmet. This time, you two, let's see who doesn't wear it?" Xia Baini added, fearing that others might not believe it, "This time I'm really not joking."

Song Zhiyu snatched the helmet from Xia Baini's hand and put it on Zhou Cheng's head.

"You wear it, I think it's heavy."

The author has something to say:

The previous ones were all cute, but now there is a little villain~ You can’t learn from him, you have to take protective measures when riding a motorcycle.

It is expected that in this chapter, the relationship will make great progress...

In addition, recently I have the idea of ​​changing the title of the book, but I don't know what to change...