Tachycardia

The table is full of vegetables, and there is a bottle of newly bought mango yoghurt.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and Song Yaxiang came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding another dish in her hand. After serving it, she folded her hands together and said in a coaxing tone like a child: "Okay, you can start eating now."

In front of his mother, Wen Jinran talked a lot, he narrowed his eyes, "Mom, when did you buy the shrimp?"

Hearing this, Song Yaxiang picked up two, put them in her own bowl, peeled them, dipped him in vinegar, and then fed them to him: "It was during the time you were waiting in the classroom, mother is not good, let my precious son eat a little Zhou Bread, I bought it specially to make amends for you."

Wen Jinran pursed her lips and took the shrimp away, still smiling: "Mom is fine."

Wen Jinran used to go to high school in a province with a large college entrance examination, a large population, high admission scores, and not particularly good environmental factors. Wen Jinran was not born in a wealthy family, but his body is not delicate. I am often allergic to the weather, and I often get rashes all over my body.

He is very partial to subjects. Among them, those who often get full marks are represented by English and mathematics, physics and chemistry, and those who never fail are represented by Chinese and history. The last class teacher who took him once joked to everyone in the class that his grades were "drought." Drought to death, waterlogged to death."

But the college entrance examination is a big province, and one score can change a person's fate.

Song Yaxiang looked at her son with red rash on most of his face, while turning on the desk lamp and reciting texts until midnight, his heart was almost broken several times.

It wasn't until the first half of this year that she made a connection because of a job opportunity, and she was moved to move her household registration.

During the busy few months with her son, she focused her development on City H and sold her house in City B. After all, her hard work paid off. Not long ago, the household registration issue was settled. Taking advantage of the new semester, he quickly picked up his son.

As a mother, there is only so much you can do for your child.

Wen Jinran understood Song Yaxiang's painstaking efforts, and never complained that she didn't spend time with her, but Song Yaxiang could still feel the lonely loss in her heart occasionally.

"Let's talk about something happy." Wen Jinran changed the subject, his tone changed, a little coquettish, "It's been almost half a month since we moved to a new house, and we haven't celebrated yet. Today is to celebrate your promotion, and celebrate me." Formally integrated into the new campus."

Song Yaxiang: "Okay."

Neither the mother nor the son drank, Song Yaxiang picked up the water glass and touched the yogurt bottle with Wen Jinran.

"By the way," she remembered something, "Your school has a cafeteria. It's my fault that your mother didn't get a meal card for you. But I still have to work overtime tomorrow. Can you get one yourself with the money?"

Wen Jinran obediently agreed.

In the afternoon, Song Yaxiang took him back to school in person.

After parking the car on the side of the road, she was still reluctant to leave.

Wen Jinran suddenly felt something was wrong after getting out of the car, the soles of his feet were chilly, and when he looked down, he realized that he had put on the white slippers from home.

Seeing his strange expression, Song Yaxiang lowered the car window and asked, "What's wrong?"

The place where she parked was a little obstructive to traffic. Traffic policemen often came and posted tickets in this area. Afraid of accidents, Wen Jinran came back to her senses and said softly, "It's okay, be careful on the road, I'm going to be late."

"Then mom won't waste your time, shall I go?"

"Ah."

Before the car was turned off, Song Yaxiang shifted gears and turned the corner by touching the steering wheel.

Wen Jinran stood at the back, quietly watching her car leaving only an afterimage from the road, until she could no longer see it, then lowered her head and stared at her ten round toes.

He had never been outside in this state before, and recently he was so confused that he didn't answer the teacher's questions during English class.

Holding half a bottle of unfinished mango yogurt in his hand, Song Yaxiang forbade him to drink more, so he could only divide the bottle several times and sip it in small sips. There was the thickness of fresh milk and the fragrance of mango in his mouth. sweet.

He walked slowly to the classroom like this.

It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and the students from the third department of high school have basically arrived. Because the class starts at [-]:[-], the corridor is still relatively lively at this time. From time to time, there are boys and girls walking past, and none of them does not glance at Wen Jinran. of.

Wen Jinran just thought that her attire was a little strange.

His cheeks were a little red again, and he quickened his pace, only to find out when he got to the classroom—why is there no one?

Turning my head again, there are six large characters written on the blackboard: physical education class, go to the playground.

Wen Jinran: "..." He forgot.

Quite a few classmates had already gathered on the playground. Jin Wendong was fine in class. Once he left the classroom, he walked like a hooligan leader. The few buddies who usually play together hid in the shade of the trees Low, he squatted in the middle with a lollipop in his mouth.

Others thought it was smoke from a distance.

There were a few girls in the same class not far from them. They didn't know if it was intentional, but their voices were a bit shrill. It was obvious that they wanted to attract the boys' attention.

"Hey, I just came here, guess what I saw on the road?"

"What's so exciting about picking up money?"

"Wen Jinran! That new transfer student!"

Jin Wendong's eyeballs froze, and his left ear quietly perked up.

"You don't know, he came here this afternoon wearing slippers. My god, those calves and ankles are thinner and whiter than mine, milky white, you know, God, I really want to touch two!"

"Really? I'll take a closer look when he comes later."

"Every time I see him, my mother's love is inspired. It's a pity that I don't know him well, otherwise I would have to bully him to death every day. My God, I can't control how much I send now."

Jin Wendong pouted his mouth and spat out a lollipop stick.

"But..." the female classmate over there asked a question, "It's physical education in this class, he came here wearing slippers, he will be punished to death by Teacher Li."

Another female classmate was still boiling: "It's okay, I'll give him my shoes."

"..."

Several physical education teachers on the playground have already started blowing their whistles, and their teachers are also walking leisurely on the other side of the rubber track.

At the entrance on the other side, Wen Jinran's figure has not yet appeared.

The class has already started to line up spontaneously, from low to short in an orderly manner. Teacher Li is a middle-aged man with a burly and thick figure—to put it bluntly, he is fat. whistle.

Jin Wendong was tall and stood at the end. Teacher Li had a good relationship with him. After walking over, he patted his shoulder to show his friendliness, and then whistled deafeningly, "Yes, stand up for me! "

"Now the first column starts, and the counting starts from the beginning to the end of the row!"

Jin Wendong turned his head to look at the gate of the playground absent-mindedly.

Just as he was about to look away, a white figure slowly approached.