Sunny Doll

On Saturday, Sun Meng sat on a rattan chair on the balcony, basking in the sun and watching the passersby.

Meng Tao moved here a week ago, and usually goes home on weekends, so Sun Meng is the only one left on weekends.

Just when Sun Meng was falling asleep, someone knocked on the door.

The drowsiness was dispelled, Sun Meng got up and opened the door, it was Yang Chen.

"I didn't answer your call, so I came over directly." Yang Chen came in with a schoolbag on one shoulder, and earphones hanging around his neck.

The mobile phone was thrown in the room by Sun Meng. He picked it up and looked at it. There were three missed calls, all of which were from the same number. They should be from Yang Chen.

After taking a look, he clicked a few times to save Yang Chen's mobile phone number, and there was one more person in the very few contact list.

Entering Sun Meng's room again, Yang Chen's feeling is different from before, it should be said that he has some vitality.

Sun Meng's room is of the chaotic and orderly type. It can be seen that things are placed in a fixed order, but they are all piled up in piles in their positions.

Two old-fashioned sofas, one of which is spread out with scattered stacks of papers, exercise books, half-open magazines and abstracts;

There are several stacks of used draft paper on the shoe cabinet, which is obviously a place for waste paper;

There are several stacks of books scattered on the desk, where Sun Mengping usually does his homework;

The quilt on the bed was not folded, and a few clothes were thrown inside, including the school uniform that was just worn on Friday;

There was a large shopping bag on the counter at the end of the bed, which contained several packets of instant noodles and bread. There seemed to be something else inside the counter, which was blocked by the shopping bag.

Scanning the room for a week, Yang Chen had a smile on his lips, Sun Meng looked like a delicate person, but his life was quite casual, and he couldn't escape the roughness that boys should have.

Rather than being rough, Sun Meng was lazy.

Too lazy to clean up.

Glancing at Sun Meng who lowered his head to save the number, he was still dressed in black, but not the same as last time.

Taking off his schoolbag, Yang Chen sat down on the only sofa left: "I'll do my homework here with you."

"Yeah." Sun Meng put down his phone, and moved out a folding square table from behind the door. Yang Chen got up and helped him place it in the middle of the room. The table was big, made of rosewood, half the height of a person, and it was very generous for two people.

Another chair was moved from the living room, and the two sat down next to each other.

No. [-] Middle School does not make up classes on weekends, but on Fridays, the teachers all look fierce, scrambling to keep homework as if they were on a long vacation, and the papers are written down like flakes.

Especially for math teachers, if they say "it's Saturday tomorrow", the students will know it's started.

Set, preview, set, set, set.

The students also had several opinions, and then she began to settle accounts for the students.

"This set is for Friday, this set is for Saturday, and this set is for Sunday. There are only three sets of papers in total. It takes two days, which is cheaper for you."

At this time, she forgot that her set of papers had two and a half sheets, and at the same time selectively forgot that teachers in other subjects would also leave homework.

In their class, the papers are usually handed out with the answers, and the back of the exercise book is not torn up, so that the students can write their own answers.

No teacher has stated that copying the answers is not allowed, and they don't even mention it. In line with the principle of being responsible to themselves, no students copy it, and basically write it by themselves.

So doing homework on weekends is the highlight of the second middle school students.

What Yang Chen is currently solving is a function problem. He only wrote the first two questions, and he has no idea about the third question. He followed the answer for a long time and couldn't figure it out.

Glancing at Sun Meng, he was doing English reading. When he finished one reading, Yang Chen leaned forward: "Have you done this set of papers? Take a look at this question, the third question."

"I jumped a few steps in the answer, and I didn't understand the curve I drew."

Sun Meng took the paper, and Yang Chen stared at it together.

After reviewing the question, Sun Meng said: "The answering process is a bit cumbersome. According to the formula obtained from the first two questions, you can draw such an image..."

When Sun Meng gave a lecture, the logic was clear, there was no nonsense, but it was also very detailed. At the same time, he wrote and drew on the draft paper, and explained the whole question thoroughly. After a while, Yang Chen understood everything.

Take back the paper and write the steps to solve the problem. Every time you write a step, the voice of Sun Meng's explanation echoes in your ears, which is very cool and pleasant.

After burying his head in writing for a while, Yang Chen suddenly realized that this was a good trick to get Sun Mengduo to talk, so whenever he encountered some difficult questions, he would ask him, and Sun Meng didn't get bored, and always explained it to him patiently.

However, later Yang Chen restrained himself, after all, Sun Meng also had a lot of homework.

However, Yang Chen likes to turn his pen when thinking about problems, and Sun Meng discovered his habit, so when Yang Chen turned his pen for 10 minutes and still had no tendency to stop, Sun Meng took the initiative to ask him what he couldn't do.

For the next morning, whenever Yang Chen kept spinning the pen in his hand, it was time for Sun Meng to give him a lecture.

"Let's go to lunch." After finishing the last question, Yang Chen stood up and stretched.

Sun Meng didn't look up: "There is bread on the table."

"I saw it just now." Yang Chen sat down and looked at Sun Meng again, "Are you eating bread all day long?"

"Occasionally."

Strictly speaking, there are instant noodles.

"There are a bunch of pores in the bread, and the inside is full of carbon dioxide. If you eat too much, you will become stupid."

"..." Sun Meng turned his head and glanced at him, "It's not reasonable."

Yang Chen smiled: "Let's go, I'll take you to a good meal at noon, let's go down together, and let's get some fresh air."

Hearing that the meal was good, Sun Meng asked, "Egg fried rice?"

"How do you know?" Yang Chen laughed for a while.

Sun Meng said lightly: "Everyone on Earth knows it."

Being teased by Sun Meng for the first time, Yang Chen climbed onto the table with a smile, stared at Sun Meng's side face and argued: "Egg fried rice is the delicacy in the world, someone has to justify its name, I am that warrior," laughed for a while Son, said again, "I want to raise a dog in the future, and it will be called egg fried rice."

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he saw the corner of Sun Meng's mouth twitch, and then heard him spit out a few words: "No taste."

Yang Chen buried his head and laughed.

In the end, the two of them didn't go to eat the world's most delicious egg fried rice. Sun Meng took his classmate Yang Chen, who was a diehard fan of egg fried rice, to his neighbor who ate egg fried rice.

After another afternoon of dating with homework, you and me, Yang Chen stood up and walked around the room, stretching his muscles.

Moving to the end of the bed, seeing calligraphy utensils on the counter, Yang Chen's world view was refreshed again.

Brushes, ink trays, felt, and rice paper are all available. There are still ink marks on the ink trays and brushes, some of which have dried up, obviously being used.

Looking back at Sun Meng's hair full of burrs and cool black back, Yang Chen always felt that these things appearing in his room was a bit inconsistent.

Picking up the brush and turning it around, he asked suspiciously, "Sun Meng, can you still write with a brush?"

"Well, the basic skills of seal cutting." Sun Meng still bowed his head and wrote vigorously.

"So that's how it was, it scared me."

"Huh?" Sun Meng turned around.

"Ha, nothing."

For the sake of seal cutting, it's okay, otherwise it would be a bit strange to associate Sun Meng with calligraphy.

After dinner, Yang Chen didn't want to leave for the time being, so he urged Sun Meng to watch a movie together, a ghost movie.

In the process of watching, Yang Chen howled a few times from time to time, and couldn't help but grasp Sun Meng's arm when he saw the tension. He quickly covered his face with one hand when he was afraid, but he couldn't help squinting out from between his fingers. Be careful to see something unclean, and let out another slap, there are a lot of small movements in one film.

Sun Meng was silent the whole time, without any movement.

"Master Meng, you are so courageous!" The movie ended, Yang Chen shook off a cold sweat, and raised his hand at Sun Meng.

Sun Meng didn't make a sound, got up and turned on the light calmly.

Yang Chen was so concerned about himself that he was afraid, he didn't notice Sun Meng's situation at all, and he didn't notice that his face was even paler.

Sun Meng has always avoided things like ghost movies, and he lives alone, so he will never touch them.

Just now he basically only watched the beginning, and he closed his eyes without making a sound as soon as he had a premonition of a terrifying scene. Just hearing the sound made his heart beat non-stop, and he really didn’t have the strength to look at it. He didn't get out of the chair.

However, unfortunately, I still caught a few pictures that shouldn't be caught in the eye, and they were frozen in my mind and played back over and over again. The more I tried to disperse the images, the clearer the images became. It was like a ghost lingering. I had to turn on the lights to illuminate every corner of the room. Only then did I feel a little safer.

After watching the movie, it was past nine o'clock, and after staying for a while, Yang Chen went home.

After he left, Sun Meng sat down on the bed quickly, with his back against the wall, always thinking that nothing would suddenly come out from behind him this way.

Today's ghost movie really scared the children.

However, after about a quarter of an hour, the door suddenly rang, and when he heard it unexpectedly, Sun Meng's heart skipped a beat, but he still sat still and did not dare to move.

The knocking on the door didn't stop, three times at a time, without rush or slowness, and the knocking made Sun Meng feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Gritting his teeth and getting off the bed, Sun Meng turned back before taking two steps, and returned to his original posture, sitting upright on the bed, resolutely ignoring the people outside the door.

A few minutes later, the knocking on the door stopped, and Sun Meng breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, the phone vibrated again, which shocked him all over suddenly.

Touch it and take a look, it's Yang Chen.

Sun Meng's tense nerves eased, and he answered the phone.

【Hey, are you asleep? 】

【not yet. 】

[It's good if you don't sleep, I forgot to take the key, it's outside the door. 】

Sun Meng got out of bed: [Wait a moment. 】

After opening the door, Yang Chen stood outside the door with a smile on his face. Sun Mengchang breathed a sigh of relief, and the bloody female corpses in his head disappeared.

Yang Chen is a flavored medicine, which has the effect of strengthening courage.

After finding the key, Yang Chen turned around with a smile on his face and wanted to leave. Sun Meng suddenly felt a little nervous, and hurriedly called him: "You...have you finished your homework?"

"Nothing." Yang Chen turned around, "There are still politics and geography left, ah, there are also weekly diaries and excerpts."

"Are you coming to school tomorrow?"

"Come on, there's quite a lot of homework." Eyeballs rolled around, Yang Chen smiled and looked at Sun Meng, "How about I come to you?"

This was what Sun Meng was waiting for. After hesitating for a while, he said again: "Just..." He cleared his throat, trying to speak as naturally as possible, "Don't leave today."

I just finished watching a ghost movie, and the aftertaste is still lingering. I really can't leave this room alone.

"Huh—?" Yang Chen stretched his neck in disbelief, his lips curled into a big arc, and he stared at Sun Meng with wide eyes.

But he quickly realized that before Sun Meng could speak, he opened his pursed mouth, blinked and said, "Okay!"

Although he was a little confused, he was really flattered that Sun Meng offered to let him stay.

"Wait a minute, let me tell my mother." Yang Chen put down his schoolbag, leaned against the door and dialed the phone.

Hearing his promise, Sun Meng couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, packed the table and put it back behind the door, and helped Yang Chen find a pair of slippers.

There was only one set of toiletries. After Yang Chen made the call, he hummed a song and rushed to the 24-hour supermarket. Not long after, he picked up a pack of food.

When Yang Chen came back, Sun Meng was taking a shower, rather than "showering", it was more appropriate to use "showering", which meant that Sun Meng would not come out within an hour.

Sun Meng likes to take a hot bath, and Xia Tian is no exception. Conditions do not allow it now, and there is no bathtub. If you give him a bathtub, he can soak in it for a day.

However, when he heard Yang Chen enter the door, Sun Meng still let go of his enjoyment, rushed out after a while.

Yang Chen hummed a song and went to wash.

Because Yang Chen didn't bring a change of clothes, Sun Meng found two of his own and handed them to him through the door. The two were about the same height, and Yang Chen's clothes were quite suitable.

Throw the clothes they changed into the washing machine, hang them up after washing, and it's past eleven o'clock.

Yang Chen was sitting on the bedside playing with his mobile phone, but Sun Meng didn't seem to be sleeping. He took out a carving knife and a seal stone from the drawer, and continued half of the practice before.

Seeing Sun Meng's movements, Yang Chen leaned over to watch for a while, and really felt that the craft of seal cutting is a delicate job.

Later, he yawned one after another, and his eyelids began to fight, so he told Sun Meng "rest early" and fell asleep before him.

Waking up in the middle of the night, he realized that there was still light behind him. He turned his head and saw that Sun Meng was still under the desk lamp, bowing his head and tinkering with the seal stone in his hand. He glanced at his phone, and it was almost two o'clock.

No wonder Sun Meng was late all day long in the morning. Yang Chen sighed and said nothing. He got up and got out of bed, took away the preliminarily formed stone seal and manuscript paper in Sun Meng's hands, turned off the desk lamp, and pulled Sun Meng to the bed, and then Wrapping the quilt around him, he lay down and fell asleep again.

Sun Meng looked at Yang Chen for a while with the light reflected from the window, and Yang Chen also looked at him, and said "quickly sleep" in a low voice with an ending.

So Sun Meng also lay down, facing inward.

Behind is Yang Chen, he can use this posture with confidence.

The bed was big enough for two people to sleep.