A single tree does not make a forest

Song Beiqi's smile froze on his face, and his body froze suddenly.

Lin Song originally regretted being impulsive the moment he hugged him. He didn't know what he was thinking at all. He wanted to let go immediately and pretend that he was just slapping the mosquitoes behind him, but he felt his reaction and felt even more sad in his heart. Instead, he tightened his grip.

Feeling that Song Beiqi's body finally relaxed, Lin Song took a deep breath: "If you are in pain, just say it hurts, if you are not happy, just say you are unhappy, there is no need to keep smiling like that."

"No." Song Beiqi answered after a long time, "I am very happy, it seems that I have never been as happy as I am now in ten lifetimes."

Lin Song let him go: "Stupid or not?"

Song Beiqi took an IV for two days, and on Monday night he said he could go to school.

His schoolbag and most of the books had already been buried in the flames. Song Wanqin carefully prepared a new schoolbag and new stationery for him the night before. Even though Song Beiqi has always had very good emotional self-control, he could hardly bear it when he got the things. In the end, I could only say in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Auntie."

Song Wanqin patted his face.

The fire department reminded the parties that the documents to dismantle the scene had not yet come down, and the houses that caught fire were still blocked.

On Tuesday morning, Song Beiqi took advantage of no one to bypass the cordon, sneaked into the scene of the fire, retrieved his wallet, and took out the card given by Zhou Xiaoman.

He rummaged through the charred attic again, and found the notebook that Lin Song had given him, but unfortunately it had been burnt to a small extent, and the note inside was still intact.

He stuffed the notebook into his schoolbag, and walked out of the small attic without looking back.

In the afternoon, he met Lin Song who had gone home for dinner, and they arrived at school together. When they entered the classroom, they found that their desk was full of books.

He glanced at it scribbled, almost all the high school textbooks were there, there were even a few notebooks, and two comic books were included.

He stood there not knowing what to say, Lin Song smiled: "Surprise, Mr. Yang! If you have extra, I will bring it to you. Anyway, the students in the liberal arts class will not study physics and chemistry anymore."

Ke Sishu looked at Song Beiqi's reaction, and said solemnly: "You are welcome to help the victims."

"Bah!" Chen Si slapped him, and knocked off his hands pretending to push his glasses. Ke Sishu protested, and Chen Si said with his hands on his hips, "The protest is invalid! You stingy little four eyes, all you took out are useless." You have the nerve to say so!"

The two of them started arguing next to each other, except for a few acquaintances, no one came to ask Song Beiqi what happened, they just smiled at him as usual, borrowed things from him, and asked him questions.

Later, Yang Xu came to see him quietly, and the two of them met their eyes through the window. After being stunned for two seconds, he smiled, and Yang Xu also smiled.

In the physical education class that afternoon, because Song Beiqi was injured and couldn't play basketball, several people sat together and told ghost stories.

Ke Sishu likes to make up stories the most. Gods and ghosts have always looked like that. In addition, his solemn posture and low voice when telling stories are quite fascinating.

Everyone listened with gusto, only Lin Song turned around like a monkey who couldn't sit still.

"This time he couldn't see his fingers. He was so frightened that he remembered the blood he saw through the dim light just now, so he stretched out his hand and fumbled to turn on the light." Ke Sishu said slowly, "But the position of the switch is in the memory. up, and touched a hand."

Hearing this, Lin Song stood up abruptly and knocked over Li Weinan who was leaning on him.

Everyone looked at him in surprise, Li Weinan stared at him with the expression "You want to murder your own father", and he smiled embarrassingly: "Well, I'm going to the toilet!"

Lin Song used the toilet until the end of physical education class.

During the whole team, Song Beiqi kept looking at him with a half-smile and asked, "Did you have diarrhea?"

Lin Song nodded hurriedly.

Lin Song was absent-minded when he went back that day. At the dinner table, Song Wanqin and Lin Ruiqiang asked Song Beiqi many questions in detail, and finally said that until the matter was resolved, they would live here with peace of mind, as if they were their own home.

After dinner, Song Beiqi wanted to help wash the dishes, but was rudely kicked out of the kitchen by Song Wanqin, so he excused his aunt to let him visit them, and then went out.

Song Beiqi found a secluded public phone and called Brother Wen.

Knowing that something happened to him, the other end was already insane, but also knew that he lived in Lin Song's house, so he didn't do anything for the time being.

He said "Hello", and Brother Wen's voice came over: "Xiao Qi? Are you okay?"

Song Beiqi responded in a low voice, explained a few words, and heard Brother Wen say: "I thought I haven't asked your opinion on this matter, and I know you are safe for the time being, so I haven't told the boss yet. Your mother should also Don't know yet."

He thanked me in a low voice, and said, "Don't worry about it, Brother Wen, I've said it now, and I will definitely have to leave right away. When I recover from my injury, my aunt will definitely call my mother. If... if uncle It’s your fault, you just say that I didn’t let you say it, and it’s no big deal.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then he said, "Why are you so stubborn, kid? Is the provincial capital so bad?"

Song Beiqi didn't answer, but said, "Thank you Brother Wen, I made you worry."

Brother Wen sighed, exchanged some pleasantries before hanging up, Song Beiqi looked up at the sky, and the stars were already hanging in the sky.

He drank too much water before going to bed, and Lin Song got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. When he came back, he didn't know what was going on in his head. He obviously didn't turn on the light when he went out, and now he was about to lie down and only remembered to turn on the light.

He reached out and touched it, just in time to touch a hand.

The ghost stories he had heard during the day instantly appeared in his mind, and Lin Song's drowsiness was frightened away. In the state of extreme panic, he couldn't shout out, and he didn't dare to move. He stood motionless on the spot until someone gently called Him: "Lin Song?"

He was so frightened that he hugged the person in front of him. Obviously he hadn't reacted yet, and said in a low voice, "I, I, I... touched..."

Song Beiqi chuckled, but Lin Song suddenly stopped.

Hey?wrong?

Song Beiqi wanted to laugh so much, but he was afraid of waking Song Wanqin and the others, and finally he was so suppressed that his whole body was shaking. Lin Song became furious and pushed him forward.

There was a soft bed behind him, Song Beiqi was caught off guard and pushed by him, and fell on his back on the bed.He was still laughing, but he couldn't laugh anymore, because Lin Song's whole body was on top of him.

Lin Song was holding Song Beiqi's neck ferociously to vent his anger at the moment, but when he found that Song Beiqi didn't resist, he stopped in astonishment.

His eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and he could see people clearly. Lin Song saw that Song Beiqi's eyes seemed to be shining brightly at night, and there was something hidden inside.

He couldn't help but move closer, trying to get a better look.

Song Beiqi's heartbeat could be clearly heard in the silent night, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, trying in vain to suppress the beating heart, but his pulse became more and more crazy.

Lin Song looked at him for a while and suddenly realized that this posture was wrong. He turned over and rolled to the side, feeling that Song Beiqi's eyes were like those of a goblin, as if he was going to suck himself in.

He smiled awkwardly, and said softly, "You scared me to death. I didn't realize that there was one more person in the room now, and Siyan Tiantian happened to tell that story again..."

Song Beiqi quickly calmed down. Lin Song didn't know if he heard his heartbeat just now, and felt a little embarrassed, so he answered him: "You still hug me if you don't realize it? What if it's a ghost? I didn't sleep well. , Knowing that you went to the bathroom, I was afraid that you would not be seen when you came back, so I wanted to turn on the light."

After he finished speaking, he thought of what happened just now and wanted to laugh again, just when Lin Song said softly "Don't laugh", he held back for a while.

Lin Song was angry for a while, then turned to his side and asked, "Didn't sleep well? Why?"

Nonsense, Song Beiqi thought, can sleeping next to you be safe?

Of course he couldn't say that, he adjusted his mood and turned sideways.The two of them faced each other, and Song Beiqi paused three times before finishing his sentence: "I just...can't fall asleep, and when I fall asleep, I remember...the scene of the fire is always flashing in front of my eyes...I think that I almost won't be able to see the sun tomorrow. "

He originally lied to Lin Song, but he started to feel sad when he said this, so he stopped talking, and the fragility of the idea seemed very real.

As soon as Lin Song heard the content and tone of his words, his heart ached, and he imagined that Song Beiqi was a child whose father didn't care about his mother, and he was injured in the face of a very appalling fire. I am lonely, and I don't know how to live the rest of my life. If there is no one to help, I will live on the street.

If this matter happened to him, even Song Beiqi would be afraid.

After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to hug Song Beiqi, but put it down halfway, but persuaded clumsily: "It's okay, it's not so easy to die, I said if you don't die, you won't die."

Song Beiqi chuckled: "Who are you? If you say I won't die, I won't die, so if you say I don't live, will I not live?"

Hey, maybe it is.After Song Beiqi finished speaking, he judged in his heart.

Lin Song laughed, lowered his voice and asked again: "Does your hand still hurt?"

"It's a lie to say it doesn't hurt." Song Beiqi bluntly confessed, "But this pain is far from the threshold."

When Lin Song heard it, hey, the kid has a backbone.So he punched him: "Hero Yang, please stop and sleep, there is still class tomorrow morning."

"I don't know who doesn't stop, a ghost story scares the soul out of it." Song Beiqi said.

Lin Song rolled his eyes that no one could see: "It hurts you to death."

I am also willing to die in pain.Song Beiqi thought.

Two weeks later, Song Beiqi's arm could be removed from the gauze, but there was a scar, and he had to continue to apply medicine.

Chen Si looked at the scar and shook his head: "This is really white jade with slight flaws."

Ke Sishu was still shaking his head: "White jade is nothing more than a stone, and some textures on the stone are normal."

Before Song Beiqi, who was discussing whether it was stone or jade, hadn't spoken yet, Lin Song said, "Oh man, some scars are medals! But burn scars don't look as good-looking as sword wounds."

"Have you read too many martial arts novels, Lin Song?" Liu Chuanqing came in from the back door and heard several people discussing, "Now that medical science is so advanced, a little scar will fade sooner or later."

A few people greeted Liu Chuanqing with smiles or vigor, and they heard him say to Song Beiqi: "Song Beiqi, come with me, your mother is here."

Song Beiqi was startled, looked at Lin Song, and followed Liu Chuanqing out.

Song Beiqi didn't return to the classroom until after school.