Don't run after school

Cheng Jin left Rongcheng when he was eight years old. Before that, his family lived in a place called Jingli Hutong.

At the end of Jingli Hutong is his house, with a courtyard wall of six feet square, next door is Zhou Baoshan's house.

At that time, Cheng Jin always liked to sit on the wall and throw small stones at Zhou Boshan, who was lying on the stone table in the yard, quietly painting Chinese paintings.

After throwing the stone, he quickly jumped off the wall, waiting for Zhou Baoshan to stand up and scold him.

Especially immoral.

Thinking of this incident, Cheng Jin couldn't help asking, "Is the well still there?"

"It's still there." Zhou Baoshan threw the backpack he just threw over his shoulder, weighed it twice, "but it has been remodeled."

"Then, have you moved?" Cheng Jin wrinkled his nose, smelling the smell of the banyan tree in the air, mixed with the heavy fragrance of Zhou Baoshan's body, it seemed inexplicably like it had been hidden in grandma's closet for many years The sandalwood box, with a kind of old atmosphere.

"No." Zhou Boshan lowered her head, "I haven't moved."

"Are you waiting for me?" Cheng Jin smiled.

"What a face." Zhou Baoshan gave him a sideways glance, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and your skin thickness has increased a lot."

"You've changed a lot too." Cheng Jin said, "I've never seen you post a photo in Moments, I thought you were fucking disabled."

The two separated when they were more than ten years old, and when they were in high school, they were friends added by friends around them.

Cheng Jin remembered very clearly that when his friend pushed the business card to him, Zhou Boshan's head portrait was still Van Gogh's painting of sunflowers, and the name was a string of Greek words that he could not understand.

The content of Moments will always be the music and songs in small languages ​​that he shares every day.

Cheng Jin clicked on one of the songs and listened to it, and he felt lucky that he didn't get motion sickness, otherwise he would have to vomit all over the floor.

Later, six months after becoming friends with him, Zhou Boshan changed her screen name to "Healing System Tengger".

The content of the circle of friends is even more abrupt, and an emoji is sent at zero o'clock every day-daily check to see if I am still alive.

He insisted on posting this picture for a year.

I don't know if he checked it out or not, anyway, Cheng Jin tried his best to keep him from being blacklisted.

"No, I blocked you when I posted the photos." Zhou Baoshan's side profile was clear in the afternoon sun.

"As a kid who grew up wearing crotch pants with you, I can't even see your photo?" Cheng Jin asked.

"Are you worthy?" Zhou Baoshan patted him on the shoulder, "My boy, what happened to the courier you sent me a few days ago?"

These years, although Cheng Jin has never been back to Rongcheng, he and Zhou Baoshan have always kept in touch on the Internet.

Therefore, he would send something to Zhou Baoshan from time to time to express the care of the people in the capital for the people in the city under construction.

A few days ago, Zhou Baoshan celebrated his birthday, and he sent someone a vacuum and soundless inflatable doll.

On the signee of the courier, it reads: King of Dogs.

When Zhou Baoshan picked up the courier, when he said his name to the courier blankly, the young courier almost fell down without laughing.

"You don't like it?" Cheng Jin asked knowingly.

Zhou Baoshan expressed everything with his eyes, walked to the parking lot in front of the station without saying a word, and rolled out a modified motorcycle.

"Get in the car." Zhou Baoshan handed him the helmet, quickly fastened the safety buckle with his slender fingers, and tapped one foot on the ground.

Cheng Jin said: "This car is pretty good, where did you get it? I've never heard of it from you."

Zhou Boshan said: "I bought it in Jincheng, Linshi. There is a car repairer in Maoer Alley, surnamed Qi. He refitted it."

Cheng Jin asked: "Can't help rubbing now?"

"Motorcycles are only banned in big cities." Zhou Boshan said solemnly, "The sky is high and the emperor is far away. In the next city, drag racing can kill people, no one cares."

Cheng Jin saw a red mole on Zhou Boshan's neck when he got on the motorcycle. Since Zhou Boshan was very white, the artist's whiteness that never sees the sun, the mole was particularly obvious.

Cheng Jin let out a sigh of relief at the red mole, and then heard a low voice from ahead, "You idiot."

Cheng Jin smiled very foolishly.

He felt particularly comfortable being scolded for the first time.

Finally home.

When Zhou Boshan took him through the streets and alleys on a motorcycle, he tried hard to compare the surrounding high-rise buildings with the small city many years ago, but after so long, there was not even a trace of the past up.

Cheng Jin raised his head and looked at the buildings beside the boulevard, pointed to a dilapidated triangular building in the residential building and said, "Here, I recognize it."

"This is a church. Due to political reasons, it was not allowed to be demolished." Zhou Baoshan explained.

"My grandma often brought me here when I was young," Cheng Jin said.

"Well. Is she still there, old man?" Zhou Baoshan asked.

"He died of a cerebral hemorrhage five years ago." Cheng Jin lowered his tone as he spoke.

Zhou Baoshan heard something wrong, and naturally changed the subject, "When do you plan to go back?"

Cheng Jin heard it but didn't answer, because he didn't have an answer in his heart.

When he came, he just wanted to escape, to escape from the dormitory that suffocated him.

For so many days, he didn't even move a penny on his bank card. He was afraid that Cheng Dingfang would know his location through text messages.

When he was on the phone, he told his sister that he was going to go back to high school, but he was just afraid that she would be worried and that she would be sad.

After such a long time of college life, playing games upside down day and night every day, Cheng Jin's heart has been completely wild, and it is difficult to take it back and study hard.

Seeing that Cheng Jin didn't speak, Zhou Baoshan narrowed his eyes and said, "I might, I want to repeat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the motorcycle suddenly passed a ditch, and the body bumped violently.

"Haven't the college entrance examination results come down yet?" Cheng Jin asked.

"Yeah." Zhou Baoshan said lightly, "I'm here for the exception admission, but just now I was notified that the policy has been changed this year, no exception admission is allowed, no matter who it is, they have to exceed the minimum score."

"What's the lowest score?"

"Estimated at 280." Zhou Boshan said.

"So low." Cheng Xueba sneaked closer, "You can't even reach this level?"

"Damn it." Zhou Boshan said, "I handed in a blank paper in English."

"Damn." Cheng Jin said "Damn" in an aboveboard manner this time.

When the matter of this achievement was mentioned, the two of them became very silent as a tacit understanding.

When he finally reached the intersection, his phone rang suddenly.

It was inconvenient to pick up while riding a motorcycle, so he hung up directly, and later received a message telling him to go home and cook.

"I have to go shopping quickly, and there are three children waiting to be fed." Zhou Baoshan said.

"Three children?" Cheng Jin showed a respectful look, and secretly gave a thumbs up, "You are quite prolific."

"Get out." Zhou Boshan stopped the car without even looking at him, "It's my brothers and sisters."

"Your father went out again?" In Cheng Jin's impression, Zhou Baoshan's father has always been a very "artistic" man.

As long as he can remember, he hasn't seen Zhou Baoshan's father very much, and he guesses Zhou Baoshan is too.

Zhou Baoshan's father has been wandering abroad all year round, and has never stayed at home, even during the New Year.

Because of this, he divorced Zhou Baoshan's mother.

"En." Zhou Boshan nodded.

"When you came out just now, did your younger siblings know?"

"When I called to ask, the younger brother was still asleep." Zhou Baoshan said, "I told the elder brother that I came out to meet netizens."

"Netizen?" Cheng Jin pointed to his nose.

"Yes." When Zhou Baoshan mentioned his younger brother, the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a gentle arc, "Boss said, let me be careful, there are many scammers these days, don't be fooled by netizens."

"Yes, I plan to cheat money and sex." Cheng Jin put his arms around his shoulders and said, "Can you take me in for a while?"

"Yes." Zhou Baoshan copied his pocket, "It's just that we have a lot of family members, so don't feel noisy."

"How many bites?"

"Me, our two younger brothers, a younger sister, a cat and a dog." Zhou Baoshan stretched out his hand in the sun and made a gesture of six. The blue blood vessels on the back of the hand were distinct, looking clean and strong.

"Add me, not much."

Cheng Jin picked up his bag and followed Zhou Baoshan to the vegetable market, as if he didn't feel that his outfit didn't fit in with the surroundings at all.

All the uncles and aunts were strolling slowly, while Cheng Jin lowered his head and picked his phone.

"I just wanted to ask you, why is your bag so light?" Zhou Boshan asked.

"There is only a mechanical keyboard inside." Cheng Jin said, "I didn't bring anything with me when I came back."

Although Cheng Jin was dressed very low-key, Zhou Boshan could still feel the air of a young master in him.

Although the logo of the brand-name jacket is small and hidden under the hem, the mechanical watch on Cheng Jin's wrist and the Cartier knuckle ring on his finger all reveal his trenchant attributes.

"Do you play games?" Zhou Baoshan felt that asking was a waste of time. There is no male college student in this world who doesn't play games.

"Fight." Cheng Jin nodded, and deliberately said modestly, "Besides, I also broadcast live."

Not only have I broadcast live, I am the pillar of that game live broadcast platform.

"I'm a little handsome in the game."

It's not just Xiaoshuai, I wear national uniforms every day, and shoots a child.

"What are you playing?" Zhou Baoshan asked.

"Eat chicken." Cheng Jin replied.

"I am called SF Express." Zhou Boshan walked into the vegetable market with his 1.9-meter-long legs dangling in his pocket.

At this moment, most of the stalls have gone home, and the rest are almost all unsold dishes due to staleness, or elderly stall owners who are unable to move.

"Scream Dad, I'll take you to eat chicken." Cheng Jin smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Get out." Zhou Baoshan just finished speaking, glanced forward, as if seeing something, immediately turned around and put his arm around Cheng Jin's shoulder to leave.

Cheng Jin was confused, "What's wrong?"

He pushed Zhou Baoshan away suspiciously, and just turned his head, and then froze in place.

There was a fishy smell not far away. There were several big maroon oval pots beside the tiled table. There were cracks in different degrees on the pots. There were fish scales piled up beside the pots. One was wearing a blue-gray apron and A woman with sleeves of the same color stands in front of the basin and is catching fish.

Because her legs and feet are not convenient, her movements are also particularly clumsy.

Cheng Jin stood there blankly and stared at it for a long time, then he called out with difficulty, "Mom."