A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

"This..." Song's mother looked embarrassed, "If you really don't want to, of course mother will stay here with you. Although the house has been bought and decorated, I never told you that I wanted to give you a house." Surprise, I didn't expect you not to like it. If you really don't want me to discuss it with your uncle, let him go there alone."

"Is there an elevator in the new house?" Song Zhiyu asked an irrelevant question.

Song Wen: "Huh? Of course. What are you asking this for..."

Song Zhiyu took a breath, and tried to squeeze out a not-so-good-looking smile: "I was just joking, how could I refuse before I'm happy. When will you move?"

This time Mama Song finally relaxed completely, but she completely returned to her usual domineering appearance.

"You son of a bitch is really Les (awesome), and the joke is on your old lady's head. What to do in such a hurry, wait until the end of this semester. You can also say goodbye to your classmates. In fact, it is not necessary, after all In another year, you will still be separated."

Song Zhiyu didn't refute her: "Yes, yes, what you said is correct. If there is nothing wrong, I will go back, and I still have some homework to finish."

"Well, go back quickly. You've been looking bad recently. Go to bed early after finishing your homework. Don't always stay up late. By the way, remember to take your medicine on time."

When Song Ma was talking, Song Zhiyu had already left the room, and the only answer to her was a few scattered coughs from the air.

Whether you are familiar or unfamiliar, whenever you see Song Zhiyu, you must kindly or intentionally remind him: You look very bad recently, and as time goes by, he wants to put a note on his head.The note said: I know my face smells bad, please shut up.After more than ten years, he has grown into such a person who shuns diseases and avoids medical treatment, and Song Zhiyu himself can't do anything about it.

"Cough cough cough."

At the beginning, it was a cough that was similar to the breath sound, but unexpectedly, it became addicted to coughing, so that there was a feeling of tremor in the throat, tearing of the vocal cords, and dull pain in the lungs.Song Zhiyu squatted on the chair, feeling that the frequency of the heart beating was abnormal, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, a feeling of worrying about gain and loss lingered in her heart and did not want to leave, even her breathing seemed unsustainable.

The feeling of being sober for a while and dazed for a while drove Song Zhiyu crazy.The disordered breathing can't find an outlet and scurry in the body. Maybe the qi is broken after practicing in martial arts novels, and the feeling of zhenqi scurrying is similar to this.

The desk was only a few steps away from the door, but Song Zhiyu didn't have the strength to move even this short distance, so he could only silently wait for calm to return.I have been slowed down so many times in the past, and today will be the same as before.

As expected, although he waited for a little longer, he finally regained his strength, and Song Zhiyu swallowed the medicine that had been in his pocket for a long time.Although there is still a faint pain in the heart, it is not as difficult as before.

After calming down, Song Zhiyu felt an indescribable sense of loneliness.The books spread out on the table had been hanging out for a while, and he didn't have the heart to read them.Scanning around on the bookshelf, Song Zhiyu found the diary tucked in a corner, which he bought when he was in elementary school.

There are only a few thin pages left in a thick leather notebook. He opened the first page of the diary, and wrote four large characters in childish fonts—life plan.Song Zhiyu saw the last one from the first one, and felt that he was really a second grader in the past, which was scary.

If it wasn't for Form 11, why would you want to be an astronaut after writing the first item, and the second item is to climb to the top of Mount Everest?Song Zhiyu took a red pen casually, and crossed out all those unrealistic wishes. When he reached number [-], he paused the tip of the pen.

"I want to have a girlfriend before."

Seeing this, Song Zhiyu smiled for a moment at the corner of his mouth, but he still drew a cross on it, but this time it was a small cross.What was crossed out was the word "female" in the small round body, and a flamboyant "male" character was re-corrected next to it.

The second page of the diary is blank, and the rest are blank.

……

Until sleeping, there was still a dull pain in the heart from time to time, Song Zhiyu hugged the quilt in his arms, a little scared, tossed and turned, unwilling to fall asleep.I don't know how long it has passed, and suddenly sat up in shock, Song Zhiyu crawled to the side of the bed, reaching for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

"Hey, what's the matter? Did something happen? I'll come to you right away." As soon as the phone rang, Zhou Cheng rushed to speak before Song Zhiyu.

Song Zhiyu: "Don't get excited, I have nothing to do, I just want to chat with you when I'm bored. Have you finished your homework?"

Zhou Cheng was a little speechless: "...So you called me at one o'clock in the morning to chat with me just to ask if I finished my homework? I can write... I have finished it, and I can't write it even if I don't know how to write it."

Song Zhiyu also felt that his reason was a bit far-fetched, but now that he said it, he decided to bite the bullet and continue: "How can this be done, get up and finish writing quickly, ahem, I will teach you which questions you don't know."

So, in the middle of the night, Zhou Cheng was picked up by a call from Song Zhiyu to do his homework.When it was over, he was scolded: "How can you sleep so peacefully without writing such a simple topic?"

"Ahhhhhhh finally finished writing! Good night, go to sleep quickly." Zhou Cheng stretched on the other end of the phone and said with emotion.

"En." Song Zhiyu hummed lightly, then fell silent.

Zhou Cheng tentatively asked: "Then I'm dead?"

Song Zhiyu: "Well, hang up."

"and many more!"

"Huh? I'm here. You feel a little strange today, what's the matter?" Zhou Cheng's finger was only an inch away from the phone screen, and he stopped in time when he heard Song Zhiyu's voice.

"Then why don't we go eat steamed buns together tomorrow? I'm afraid I'll oversleep, so... can you call me tomorrow morning to wake me up? If I don't answer, you must call more times." Song Zhiyu hesitated to speak, but in the end, his words turned into sincerity.

"That's it? No problem, leave it to me." Zhou Cheng smiled comfortably, "I didn't expect you to be so clingy, I'm very happy."

It was rare for Song Zhiyu to admit it, and said, "Maybe, good night. Remember to call."

"Understood, go to bed quickly. Good night, okay." Zhou Cheng didn't forget to show off his cuteness at the end.

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhiyu hugged the quilt in his arms again, so relieved that his consciousness was gradually occupied by sleepiness.When I closed my eyes at this moment, I felt that my eye sockets were astringent and my nose was sore. Even Song Zhiyu himself wanted to laugh at himself.

……

Song Zhiyu still woke up without the first ray of sunlight shining on the bed in the morning.He turned his head and looked out of the window. Not only was there no sun, but he couldn't even see the clouds. The whole world was shrouded in a gray smog.It wasn't until Zhou Cheng made a phone call that Song Zhiyu was completely sure that he was still in the real world, not the underworld.

"I can't eat today. The weather is so bad that even the breakfast shop is closed." Zhou Cheng said to Song Zhiyu in a slightly regretful tone.

The two were standing in front of a famous breakfast shop nearby. Unfortunately, this shop is famous for its waywardness. Seeing the bad weather, they simply closed the door to thank customers.

"Let's eat it tomorrow, it's almost...time, now I can only eat the dead-faced steamed buns opposite the school." Song Zhiyu wore a blue medical mask today, with a hoodie peeking out from the school uniform on his head, Only one pair of eyes is exposed in the whole face.

Passing by the bulletin board at the school gate, after the midterm exam, the school seized the time to post a new report card, but the photo has not had time to post it.This kind of incentive mechanism can be traced back to thousands of years ago. Where there are people, there is competition.

The queue at the school gate is already very long, and those in the back are still hurrying to eat fried dough sticks, rice and pancakes; those in the front see that they are about to arrive soon, and there are still a few soup dumplings in their hands. One, I didn't care about the pinch of soup and stuffed it into my mouth, and now I'm grinning from the heat.

The new official took office three fires, and the unsmiling old man was holding a metal detector to implement the new powers given to him by the school, and the black and thick plastic stick was swept from the heel to the back of the hat.

The uncle was full of anger: "Chew what's in your mouth quickly, okay, next one."

"Why did you cover up so tightly last time? People who don't know think you are here to blow up the school!"

"Master, you'd better stay away later, I'm already holding the remote control. One, two..." Song Zhiyu said angrily.

"Really?" The uncle was really intimidated by Song Zhiyu's aura for a moment, and he reacted with embarrassment and said angrily: "You are not allowed to leave. What's your name? What class do you work in? Take off the mask quickly, I I have already remembered your face!" The uncle desperately grabbed Song Zhiyu's arm, with the aura of an old man touching porcelain on the street.

If you want to blame it, you can blame Song Zhiyu's mouth, which is always habitually sloppy, so he had no choice but to take off the mask and look like he was slaughtered by the uncle.Unexpectedly, the uncle was like a scourge just now, and when he saw Song Zhiyu's face, he became tender and motherly in an instant.

"Go to school, poor boy."

"Next!"

"Di—" The metal detector rang at the right time, and the uncle gave him a cold look.

Zhou Cheng obediently took out his mobile phone from his pocket and put it in the palm of the uncle, and ran away after handing over, chasing after Song Zhiyu who was walking in front.

"Hahaha, you never thought that what I just gave the uncle was a mobile phone model." Zhou Cheng took out a real mobile phone from his pocket again as if by magic, "Let's contact as usual!"

Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyu replied coldly: "But my mobile phone was confiscated yesterday."

"Hey, that's right. What did you show the uncle? Why did he let you go so easily?"

"Who knows, maybe it's because I'm so handsome. Also, why do I think your tone of voice has been infected by Baobao?"

After returning to the class, Tong Wen, who was sitting in front of him, looked as if a great enemy was approaching and a catastrophe was imminent.Seeing Song Zhiyu's arrival, Tong Wen, who had always been reserved and didn't join forces with Guo Nanxing's generation, couldn't help but grab Song Zhiyu's hand and said generously, "You're finally here!"

"Hmm... um? What's the matter?" Song Zhiyu was taken aback by him.