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After seven o'clock in the evening, the weather that has already entered autumn is getting cooler, and the time of darkness is getting earlier.The lights in the corridor have been in disrepair for a long time, and some of them are always out of light. Cui Shican touched the switch and found that even the light outside his house was broken.

He took a deep breath, his hands still trembling when he took out the key to open the door.

Some daily necessities and snacks in plastic bags looked very casual against the backdrop of the insulated lunch box. Cui Shican put them together on the low cabinet behind the door, and leaned over to change his shoes.

The pair of sneakers that were to be washed hadn't been wiped clean after dragging on for so long, he stared at them for a while, kicking them aside, out of sight.Turning on the light in the living room, Cui Shican couldn't keep his eyes open for a moment because of the overly bright light. He covered his eyes with his left hand to pick up his clothes, stood in front of the mirror, and changed into an old T-shirt.

The old wound on the arm was still there, Cui Shican tilted his head to look at it, it had been a long time since healed, but the unsightly scar was always with him, like a switch, every time he found it, it reminded him that he used to help others block the knife when he was young.

After careful calculation, it was his last impulse so far.

A single-living apartment has one bedroom and one living room, and the layout is as simple as it needs to be.Cui Shican turned back and forth, sat down on the sofa again, and was hit by the remote control under his buttocks.He numbly took it out and threw it aside, lying on his back.

His nose was blocked, he could only open his mouth slightly to breathe, his throat hurt, his head hurt like hell, and his body temperature was extremely high. If he couldn't hold on, he wouldn't go downstairs to get the medicine.And buying food was just by chance, he didn't want to cook, and he didn't have the spare money to order takeout. Cui Shican couldn't help but think that if the time wasn't so perfect, he wouldn't be able to meet Wen Yu.

Thinking of Wen Yu, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the insulated lunch box on the low cabinet.

The phrase "I'll wait until you go back before leaving" seems to have an echo.

"...idiot." Shi Can said in a low voice, and the ending sound fell into the air.

He rested for a while, feeling that his headache was getting better, and sat up to get the medicine on the tea table.The room was tidied up simply, even a bit messy, but it was not popular. He was sitting there alone, and the whole place was deserted.

Cui Shican swallowed the medicine with a glass of cold water at hand, rubbing his temples in vain.A cold is not just about changing seasons. Recently, he has something on his mind. Wen Yu is still flickering in front of his eyes. He is too anxious. He forgets to turn off the fan when he sleeps at night. When he wakes up the next day, he finds something is wrong.

People in good health are always sick, not to mention that Cui Shican knew that he was strong on the outside but was weak on the inside, and he was too weak to die from lack of exercise. It was a good thing, he was put down directly, and slept in the room all day.

With the doors and windows closed tightly, Cui Shican shrugged his nose, and the aroma of chicken soup could actually permeate every hole.He rubbed his belly. He didn't feel anything at first, but when he was excited by the scent, he let out a "cuckoo" sound, and then started crying desperately.

The expression on Wen Yu's face when he sent it over was still in front of his eyes.

His eyes are really bright. Although he is smiling, his fingers are tightened, and he is obviously nervous.

But what is he nervous about?Are you afraid that you won't accept it?

If Wen Yu said that he made the chicken soup, maybe Cui Shican really wouldn't accept it—Wen Yu was too kind to him, knowing clearly that he didn't have any other emotions, it was too simple.

But he couldn't stand such an overture, and it would make him even more unable to hide.

Cui Shican picked up the insulated lunch box, a ready-made bowl that can be used directly, and he lifted the lid, his face was immediately covered in heat.Thick soup, half a stewed chicken drumstick soaked with kelp and snow peas, has an attractive color, the oil has been skimmed off, leaving only a clear bowl, which smells like ginseng slices.

The temperature of the fingertips was a little hot, Cui Shican took a sip, and walked into the bedroom with the bowl.

He lived alone. Ye Xiaowen retired from illness two years after his father died. When he left the hospital, he also left the city. He returned to his grandmother's house on the outskirts of Shican City. He rarely visited him once a year.Both their mother and son were deeply affected by that incident, Shi Can couldn't get out, let alone Ye Xiaowen and her husband have been in love for many years.

After Ye Xiaowen left, other things happened. Cui Shican struggled alone in this city, but finally failed to compromise. The old house where he lived for more than ten years was sold, and he could only rent a cheap apartment to live temporarily.

When moving, Cui Shican only brought some of his commonly used things, and two boxes that Ye Xiaowen didn’t take with him. After sorting out, they were all textbooks and exercise books from his student days.Cui Shican originally wanted to sell it to a waste paper collector, and asked the price, but it was only about a hundred yuan, so he suddenly didn't want to sell it, so he left it dusty in a corner of the bedroom.

A few exercise books were lying on the dusty desk, together with his college textbooks.

Shi Can pulled a tissue, wiped off the dust and sat on the chair.

After the chicken soup was put aside, he lowered his eyelids and turned on the desk lamp. A mass of warm light enveloped him, and the whole room suddenly became less stiff—the lamp he brought from his previous home, the only light source that could give him comfort.

Opening the English workbook on the top, Cui Shican pulled out a few small notes from a certain page familiarly.The traces of folding have been worn out, but the writing on the note is still clear.

Wen Yu's handwriting was much prettier than his.

He thought so at the time, and when copying homework, he always put small notes in Wen Yu's notebook and pretended to comment.After a few times, he actually received a reply, most of which were Wen Yu telling him not to do these things, study hard, and babble like a little teacher.

At that time, Shi Can really felt that Wen Yu might become a teacher in the future, and he even thought about how to ridicule him in another ten years.All his fantasies seemed ridiculously childish now.

His adolescence ended on a June afternoon, and the never-ending summer also had an end day, together with the pouring rain, the sound of basketballs hitting the ground, the class schedule on the blackboard, and the laughter of youth and ignorance of the world.Since then, these few notes have become Cui Shican's only memorial.

"After class, bring it here and I'll explain it to you^^"

"Don't mess with me, listen to the class first"

"He pleaded with the teacher, it's all right."

“I really want to eat the siu mai and sago QAQ outside the back door”

Cui Shican read one by one, not much, no matter how slow he read, he finished flipping through in two to three minutes.

In his memory, they wrote a lot, ranging from answers to English newspapers to daily complaints, but he only kept these few sheets, and the others were either thrown away casually, or they didn’t know where they were put, and it was difficult to find them after a long time.

The past between him and Wen Yu seemed to be compressed into only a few thin old papers.

The note was folded back carefully along the folds, put into the exercise book, flattened with the palm of the hand, and returned to its original position.After Cui Shican finished all this, he stared at it for a long time.

He covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and let out a long sob.

The extremely shallow sobbing sound in the room floated into the gap of time under the warm yellow light.

The phone beside the bed kept vibrating, Shi Can put down her hand with red eyes, glanced at the caller ID, stuffed the phone under the pillow, and picked up the bowl of chicken soup again.

He couldn't drink it down, and he couldn't bear to pour it out.

As much as he is reluctant, he hates himself now.

In the south of the city, the lively nightlife has just begun, and Wen Yu knows nothing about what happened in Shi Can.

Entertainment is the game of the Korean-Mo group. Many people are the friendship of the elders. A group of rich second-generation people get together to talk about a wide range of topics. Digits are not worthy of themselves, to an upcoming exhibition of modern avant-garde art.

Wen Yu and most of them are familiar, but you can count on one hand who really want to talk to each other.

The place they were in was a bar, and the owner was one of his own people. When he heard that Han Mo was coming, he couldn't help but pretend that he had reserved the best small box for them.Wen Yu asked Han Mo when he became friends with this person, and got an ambiguous smile.

"We met before." Han Mo said so, telling him to relax.

Among several friends, Wen Yu was considered the youngest. Whether it was because of his father's face or because he was likable, the others were really kind to him.Han Mo joked that he had a pet temperament, Wen Yu shook his head and thanked him for not being sensitive.

They got together to play dice, and Wen Yu hid in a corner, looking at his phone.

He has never liked such a lively scene. If there are not familiar faces around, Wen Yu can't let go, and he is unwilling to participate.

Flipping the address book from top to bottom, Wen Yu wanted to send a message to Cui Shican, asking him how the chicken soup tasted.He has become a habit of harassing, if he hadn't said "You like me" that day, he would have sent out a long time ago, Wen Yu was entangled, wondering if it could be so obvious, annoyed that Can had already come out to him when he ignored it.

He has a strange insistence, when both parties don't mention it, it will be nothing happened, but when Shi Can said it, he also knows that it is the same kind of person, but he can't take a step.

With a consensus, it's like every step must be followed.

Just as he was hesitating whether to ask first, Ji Yue's phone call came in suddenly.Wen Yu was dazed for a moment, then got up and went out to pick him up, cutting off the noise in the room, the girl's voice was very clear: "Wen Yu, where is he?"

"Play outside." Wen Yu said.

"Yo, yes, I thought you were counting sheep at home!" Ji Yue joked, cutting to the point, "Next Friday, Qing Jia and Jing Xing are going to come back to handle the school records, so they said to go and see Lao Yu together, are you going?"

Wen Yu was so frightened that he bit his tongue: "Look, look at Lao Yu?"

I almost didn't tell you what kind of disease you have.

Ji Yue also knew that this decision was too abrupt, so she said embarrassedly: "Qing Jia mentioned, didn't Lao Yu come on the day we got married, and told him that there are many people in our class who are promising, and Lao Yu is now leading I don’t have much motivation in my class, I want to call Qing Jia back to encourage them, isn’t school starting soon, and I’m calling Qing Jia again.”

After several years, Wen Yu found that he still couldn't understand Lao Yu's logic: "Then why is Yi Jingxing joining in the fun?"

"Oh, he's just by the way!" Ji Yue said with a smile, "He said he was greedy for the snack restaurants at the back door of the school, and he followed him back, and he could still eat—no, he convinced me too, and I've been thinking about you for a long time If you haven’t returned home, you should be hungry too, right?”

This time he was poking Zhong Wenyu, and he couldn't say no to it: "...OK."

Ji Yue: "Then it's settled. When the time comes, Mr. Wen, please spare your schedule to miss your youth."

Wen Yu smiled and said that Ji Yue's tone was weird, and thinking of another person, she couldn't help asking: "Then did you call Shi Can?"

"No." Ji Yue covered the receiver, "Afraid of being rejected by him, why don't you ask?"

The tone was too decisive for him to refuse, Wen Yu threw a rock at his foot, too embarrassed to speak, Ji Yue urged him to agree again, after much deliberation, he finally did not let go of this opportunity to invite.

He wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and not long after hanging up Ji Yue's phone, Wen Yu stood at the end of the corridor with a cigarette in his mouth, and called up the WeChat interface.He and Shi Can didn't need opening remarks before typing, but now he felt that the first sentence was not natural enough, so Wen Yu sighed.

Yangmei popped the ball quickly, and Wen Yu flicked off the last bit of ash without throwing away the cigarette butt. When he dialed the phone, he could still smell the nicotine smell on his fingertips.

The mechanical call made him think that Cui Shican was missing, but he was finally picked up.

The man's voice was low, even hoarse when he first spoke because of the fever: "Hello?"

"Me." Wen Yu said, and heard him humming softly, "Have you finished your chicken soup? You shouldn't be able to finish it today, so keep a bowl in the refrigerator to warm it up tomorrow, and cook a bowl of noodles in the morning."

Shi Can laughed: "That's why you?"

Wen Yu asked back: "Is it not possible?"

Cui Shican didn't answer, but smiled on purpose. Wen Yu was very annoyed and didn't want to entangle him with the chicken soup: "Just now, Ji Yue called me and said that in September, Xu Qingjia and Yi Jing You have to come back."

"...Jiuyue?" Shi Can was surprised for a moment, and said vaguely, "It's almost here."

Wen Yu: "Old Yu contacted Xu Qingjia and asked him to go back to school. Haven't been there for many years now? Ji Yue told me that I was greedy for the shops at the back door, which made me very hungry. want to go-"

Cui Shican abruptly interrupted him: "I won't go."

Wen Yu ignored him: "—Similu, siu mai, fried skewers and maocai, rice noodles, late at night, who can stand this. So I promised her, and I promised you too. "

Cui Shican's voice suddenly became louder: "I said I won't go, don't make decisions for me!"

"When the time comes," Wen Yu went on self-consciously, "we won't join in the fun with Lao Yu, just eat something and stroll around the campus—if you want, I'll pick you up on the same day, okay? "

It seemed that not having to meet the teacher made him loosen his attitude, so Cui Shican remained silent.

Wen Yu lowered his voice, as if he always had infinite patience with him: "Just let me go with you, okay?"

His palms were sweating, and he rubbed his fingertips. The smell of smoke seemed to climb all the way to the tip of his nose. Wen Yu licked his lower lip, and his eyes fell on the singer playing guitar on the ground floor stage.The angle was tricky, the lights were dim, and in response to the booing and applause of the audience, the singer's smile was somewhat similar to that of Shi Can.

He stared at it for a while, the phone was always connected, and no one wanted to hang up.

Finally Cui Shican let go and asked reluctantly, "What date is September?"

"On Saturday, you must be free." Wen Yu said, "Let's go back and have a look, I really want to go back again."

"What's the use of going back." Shi Can whispered something on the other end, Wen Yu didn't hear clearly, asked him what he said, but he denied it again, "It's okay...then, when the time comes..."

"I'll pick you up." Wen Yu said, seeing the smiling lips reflected on the glass.

The author says:

Open the dungeon of going back to my alma mater, this dungeon made me have a nightmare of going back to high school to do math problems at night...I couldn't do any of them (Li Li wronged.jpg