Roommate Daily Research Report

Hearing this question, Cheng Xinyi immediately frowned.

Jiang Yu glanced at him: "My brother seems to hate me."

Shu Yang handed the phone back: "Why didn't you admit it? It's not that I didn't admit it, it's not true."

Jiang Yu smiled, and nodded his chin toward Cheng Xinyi: "Boyfriend?"

Cheng Xinyi looked at Shu Yang, knew that he hadn't promised her, and was about to speak, but Shu Yang smiled and said, "Yes."

Jiang Yu still hooked the corners of his mouth, but he seemed a little lonely, which eased the sharpness between his brows and made him look almost soft.

He said softly, "Very good."

After speaking, he turned around and waved his back to the two people.

Cheng Xinyi looked at Jiang Yu's back, turned to Shu Yang, and asked in disbelief, "Brother, what did you say?"

Shu Yang looked up at him: "Let's go, go back and pack your things."

After walking a few steps, Shu Yang's cell phone vibrated twice. They were a text message and a friend request, both of which had the same content: "Jiang Yu."

Shu Yang clicked through.

A few seconds later, Jiang Yu sent a message: "I told someone to talk to Shu Laoer last night, no matter how bad he is, he would never dare to blame the bastard, and he won't come to trouble you because of the house."

Shu Yang saved the number from which he sent the text message, and replied in the WeChat dialog box: "Thank you Jiang Yu, I am very happy to see you again. Best regards."

After sending the message, he turned his head and looked at it as something new, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Before packing up his things and going out, Shu Yang walked around his yard.

Cheng Xinyi waited by the side and didn't say anything until he stopped before asking, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

Shu Yang squatted in front of a row of withered flowers beside the yard, and replied with a smile: "When I was young, I thought the yard was so big, but now it's only a few steps up."

Cheng Xinyi squatted down, reached out and touched the dead branches in the clay flower pot, and said, "You have grown up, and you are already very big."

"Yeah, it's huge." Shu Yang said, "This flower has been dead for more than ten years."

Cheng Xinyi: "Why don't you plant new flowers?"

Shu Yang: "Flowers are just like people. They can sense the smell of the home. Why do they plant them? They will die anyway, because they are all pissed off."

Cheng Xinyi: "Then the flowers in my house are blooming well?"

Shu Yang: "Maybe it's because Aunt Bai is well-raised."

Cheng Xinyi: "In the future, when I have money, let's change to a bigger house. You can plant whatever you want, including trees, grass, and vines. We are so good, and the flowers and plants will grow well. I want to grow gourds. It looks good and can be cooked in soup, Aunt Bai brought one from home last time, it's sweet."

Shu Yang smiled, turned his head away, and flicked his forehead with his hand, Cheng Xinyi grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard.

"Let's go." Shu Yang said.

The bus at [-]:[-] p.m. was a hot time. Although the air conditioner on the bus was blowing, it could only make the air more cloudy and unbearable.

Shu Yang first sent a message to Shu Qingqing, then explained to Zhou Ting, and by the way, went through the paperwork he received a few days ago, planning to stay up all night tonight.

After finishing all this and putting the phone back into the bag, Shu Yang felt a little nauseous, and clenched his fists unconsciously.

After entering the high-speed tunnel, the car was suddenly dark. Shu Yang was suffering, when suddenly an earphone was plugged into his left ear, and soft piano music was playing in it.

Cheng Xinyi groped for his hand, opened it, clasped it, and tightened it a little bit.

Shu Yang didn't open his mouth, he paused for a moment, and exerted his strength on his hands.

The two hands finally interlocked with their fingers, but with a hint of secrecy, they were sandwiched between the two people's legs and placed between the seats.

Hide in a corner where no one can see.

The car was still running in the dark tunnel, and Shu Yang suddenly felt extremely tired. He leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and waited for the chest tightness to pass.

I fell asleep without knowing why.

It seemed that just after I closed my eyes, there was a voice shouting in my ear: "Brother, we're here."

Startled, Shu Yang opened his eyes suddenly, and turned his head in a daze to see that the car was already entering the station, slowing down very slowly.

He paused for a while before asking, "Are you there?"

"Ah." Cheng Xinyi responded, suppressed his voice, and whispered in his ear, "Don't look at me like that."

Shu Yang froze for a moment, then he was completely awake.He glanced to the side, lowered his head again, and let go.

The hands clasped all the way apart, the knuckles are a little stiff.

Cheng Xinyi looked at Shu Yang's hand, and then at the side of his face.

Shu Yang saw his movement from the corner of his eye, but he didn't turn his head away.

The car stopped.

I took a taxi back to the northern part of the city, ate something casually and went home.

Shu Yang entered the bathroom and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he threw his clothes into the washing machine, and sat at the desk to turn on the computer.

Cheng Xinyi packed up his things slowly, went to take a shower, and finally finished drying his clothes and sat on the sofa, biting an ice cream and watching Shu Yang.

Shu Yang knew that he had something to say, so he asked while writing, "Are you planning a summer internship?"

Cheng Xinyi: "Yes."

Shu Yang: "I didn't know what I was busy with a while ago, and I never asked you, have you found it?"

Cheng Xinyi: "Waiting for the notification."

Shu Yang: "What company?"

Cheng Xinyi smiled: "Just in the software park, I tried a few. There is a small game company called Cactus, which can go bankrupt at any time. I really want to go."

Shu Yang held back his emotions and didn't show, he just asked, "When did you go for the interview?"

Cheng Xinyi: "On the day of the fight, I went with Xiaozhouzi. But the companies we interviewed for were different."

Shu Yang: "What about the cactus attracts you?"

"I can't tell." Cheng Xinyi said, "The first few interviews are also quite suitable. The offices are all tall and tall. There are pineapples and white palms at the door. The last cactus I went to, when I entered the gate, I saw a row of cactus. I suddenly felt like this was the company I was meant to be in."

Shu Yang was happy: "What reason?" He paused and asked: "It's because your parents arranged for you, and you don't want to go, so you are busy looking for one yourself?"

"No." Cheng Xinyi said.

Seeing that Shu Yang didn't speak, he leaned over and put the ice cream to his mouth: "Brother, don't see through me so quickly."

Shu Yang looked up at him and took a bite: "I didn't see through you. You couldn't see through."

"Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

Shu Yang looked normal throughout the night, with almost no abnormal emotions.

Cheng Xinyi didn't say much, and told him to go to bed early before going to bed at night, and went back to his room.

Three in the middle of the night.

Shu Yang felt that the matter could be postponed to the next day, rubbed his shoulders and got up, accidentally bumped into the chair and made a creaking sound.

Two seconds later, Cheng Xinyi's door opened.

Cheng Xinyi came over in a hurry, rubbed his eyes, and saw Shu Yang standing in the living room, he was relieved and turned around to leave, then remembered something, looked down at the phone: "My God, I'm going to sleep soon, brother boiled."

Shu Yang was stunned: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I'm asleep." Cheng Xinyi was a little sleepy, and said hurriedly, "I'm asleep, I just heard the sound. Go to sleep, don't you lose your body?"

Shu Yang's heart ached, and he whispered, "Okay, I'll sleep."

Cheng Xinyi yawned, smiled in a daze, and nodded: "My brother, good night."

Shu Yang held back the astringency on the tip of his nose: "Good night."

Amidst the noisy chirping of cicadas, the time was dragged on for a long time, but in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.

Huai Yi's final exam lasted for two weeks, and the college Chinese was scheduled for the first two days of the second week. The invigilators were all full-time teachers, and Shu Yang only had to correct the papers.

The two went to Huaiyi together on Tuesday afternoon.

Shu Yang taught eight classes, all of which consisted of two professional classes combined into one teaching class, and nearly [-] test papers had to be corrected.

In the end, each of the two carried a large bag of test papers, with very thin straps, which made their hands hurt.

Cheng Xinyi picked up the test paper and muttered, "If I knew it earlier, I would have brought my family's car here."

Shu Yang smiled: "If you don't come, I'll still have to mention it by myself."

Cheng Xinyi let out a "tsk" and said, "How hard it is for you to live without me."

Shu Yang: "Yes."

For the next four days, Shu Yang sat in front of the desk from morning to night, either correcting papers or rushing to draft.

Cheng Xinyi was afraid that he would not be able to take it anymore and wanted to drag him to run, but he shook his head and said he didn't want to move.

Since Cheng Xinyi saw him staying up late that night, Shu Yang returned to his room on time, but the two of them were separated by a wall, and Cheng Xinyi didn't know whether he was asleep or not.

Correcting the papers is actually not a tiring job, but it can bring out a ton of anger, even Shu Yang's good temper can't help it.

The scope is so large, and the focus is unified and clearly drawn. It is almost a matter of telling them the questions directly, but it can still be seen that more than half of them have not reviewed it.

There are too many test papers to answer randomly.

The author of "Dream of Red Mansions" writes "Rao Xueman", Sun Erniang's source writes "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and the last big topic of the commentary article writes the lyrics of the national anthem, and draws emojis to analyze the motivation of the characters.

These are considered good.

Shu Yang Mingming warned that it is not allowed to write words like "teacher let me go" on the test paper, but there are still a lot of people who write "teacher is so handsome" and "teacher can't make an appointment".

Unable to control his temper, he swiped the red pen and drew duck eggs all over, but when he turned around, he saw Mr. Zhao saying in the group that there was a limit to the number of people who failed, and the proportion could not exceed.

I had no choice but to turn it back again, sorting out those who had written characters and picking them up here and there, for fear that they would fail the exam.

"I'm still going to study in this school next semester. I'm a pig." Shu Yang finally couldn't help it.

Cheng Xinyi was writing programs beside her, looked up and said with a smile, "You're a pig and I like you too."

Shu Yang: "..."

He took two deep breaths and turned on the computer. Two seconds later, a picture of magnolia flowers blown by the wind appeared on the screen, and he suddenly felt relieved.

Cheng Xinyi's singing followed.

Shu Yang turned his head to look at Cheng Xinyi, but Cheng Xinyi pretended not to hear.

"You also have times when you feel embarrassed?" Shu Yang asked.

Cheng Xinyi: "Who is embarrassed?"

Shu Yang laughed.

Cheng Xinyi glanced at him arrogantly, hummed the melody once, and asked, "Does it sound good?"

Shu Yang nodded: "It sounds good, but it also looks good."

Cheng Xinyi smiled and said, "Really? I also think I'm pretty."

Shu Yang: "I said Magnolia."

Cheng Xinyi: "..."

Seeing him laughing for a while, Cheng Xinyi asked, "Are you going to the orphanage tomorrow?"

Shu Yang: "Go."

Cheng Xinyi: "If you feel tired, I will go alone."

Shu Yang shook his head: "I didn't go last week."

Cheng Xinyi frowned: "But don't you have to hand in your papers and go back to school before Monday? I see that you have to enter the grades and do various analysis forms and so on in the memo that is in your paper."

Shu Yang's eyes are still black and blue, making his face paler.

He was still angry a few minutes ago, but now his tone has become calm as usual: "It's okay, it will be changed in half a day, and it doesn't take much to make a few watches."

Cheng Xinyi knew that it was useless to say it, and finally said, "Okay."

Early the next morning, the two of them went to the orphanage as usual.

There was nothing wrong with Shu Yang's behavior. When Sister Xin asked, he only said that he went home, and he still said what he should say and smiled.

Cheng Xinyi watched from the side, almost thinking that nothing happened to him, Shaqing Town a week ago was like a nightmare.

After the noon class, Sister Xin told Shu Yang about Zhou Yangyang's situation.After a few minutes of delay, the two came out and saw Yang Liu.

The two sides collided head-on at the corridor entrance and stopped.

Shu Yang had no expression on his face, and he didn't open his mouth to call his mother.

Cheng Xinyi looked at him and then at Yangliu, but also remained silent.

A look of doubt flashed across Yang Liu's face, but he only asked, "Are you leaving?"

Shu Yang still didn't speak, Cheng Xinyi replied on his behalf: "Yes."

Yang Liu nodded, and walked towards the classroom.

Just passing by, Shu Yang suddenly said: "Mom."

Yang Liu paused and turned around.

Shu Yang asked with a smile: "How is Jiang Yichen's drawing?"

"It's pretty good." Yang Liu said, "I just won a provincial award."

"Congratulations." Shu Yang said.

Mother and son stood five steps apart.

Seeing that Shu Yang didn't intend to continue, Yang Liu turned around again to leave.

Shu Yang suddenly said again: "Why didn't you ask me, I called you half a month ago, why didn't you ask after such a long time? Why didn't you ask me what I wanted to say when I called you that day ?”

He spoke slowly and calmly, and repeated: "Why didn't you ask? I hung up on you, why didn't you call back and ask why?"

Yang Liu was stunned: "I thought you died by accident."

"Oh." Shu Yang still smiled, smiling as warmly as the sunshine in March, "I wanted to tell you that day, Shu Jianguo died, you don't have to suffer anymore, and I will have no parents, no mother, and no home. gone."