Laughing astray

When Yan Zihan arrived at the school, it was supposed to be the end of get out of class time, and there were a lot of students. After he parked the car, he walked around the same way two or three times before finding the school doctor's office.

He didn't open the door and went in, just looked in through the small glass on the door like a thief, only Cong Xiaoyi and another student were in the room, lying on two beds, watching someone like a school doctor sitting and watching. computer.

Yan Zihan kept his eyes on Cong Xiaoyi's face. Cong Xiaoyi had fallen asleep with his eyes closed tightly, half of his face was exposed, one leg was curled up, and his injured foot was strangely resting on the wall.

The two looked alike, Yan Zihan looked at it for a while, then turned and left.

Cong Xiaoyi looks exactly the same as Bai Shaorong when he sleeps with his eyes closed, even the movement of curling his legs is very similar, is it really a blood relationship?

Yan Zihan couldn't describe his current mood, he didn't have the excitement he imagined, he had fantasized about what he would say after he found it countless times, but now he didn't even have the courage to go in and talk to him.

He casually found a place to sit, there was a canteen next to it, Yan Zihan went in and bought a bottle of water, and then took out the file bag that Wang Quanan gave him before from his bag.

Inside the bag were some medical records, some photos, and some odds and ends. Yan Zihan picked up the photos and looked at them one by one.

Two of the photos are graduation photos, one from elementary school and one from junior high school.Among the group of people, Yan Zihan saw Cong Xiaoyi at a glance, and his expressionless and irritable face was printed on the photo. Yan Zihan laughed out loud, thinking of Cong Xiaoyi's appearance in the bathroom today.

Same for so many years.

Cong Xiao woke up first, and his head hurt a bit from sleep. Wang Bin next door was snoring loudly. Cong Xiao got out of bed and tried to step on the floor with his left foot. It still hurt a little, but it was not so unbearable anymore. up.

"Wake up, wake up, let's go!" Cong Xiao rubbed over and pushed Wang Bin.

It was already quite arrogant for the two of them to skip class, and it was audacious to sleep in the school infirmary for a whole day. Cong Xiaoyi could only imagine what the old class's angry face looked like.

Wang Bin stretched and sat up. "Does your foot still hurt? I'll take you back by bike later."

"I can walk slowly. I'm hungry. Let's go eat something first." Cong Xiao straightened his clothes and greeted the school doctor. "Teacher, let's go first."

"Well, don't use too much force on your feet, it will probably be fine tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you." Cong Xiaoyi leaned on Wang Bin, and went out the door crookedly like a limp. "What to eat?"

"Why don't you go to my house? My mother should have cooked the meal." Wang Bin put his arms around his neck, wrapped his arms around Cong Xiaoyi's waist, and half-carried him down the stairs.

"I won't go, seeing me like this makes my aunt cry."

The car shed was not very far away, Cong Xiao leaned aside and waited for Wang Bin to pick up the car, Wang Bin roared angrily within a minute. "Hey fuck! Which dedicated bastard punctured my car tire?"

Wang Bin pushed the flat car out, "Look! The tires are flat, so you have to ride me on this fucking car?"

Cong Xiao couldn't say a word, the tires were already flat, and the two discussed taking a taxi to leave.

As soon as he walked out of the school gate, the horn of the car behind him sounded.

When Cong Xiao turned his head, Yan Zihan stuck his head out of the car window and shouted. "Let's go? Let me give you a ride."

"Who is it?" Wang Bin asked in a low voice.

"Savior." Cong Xiao waved his hand, and Yan Zihan's car stopped in front of him.

Cong Xiao went over and opened the co-pilot's door. "I see you have something to do, are you still in school?"

Yan Zihan watched as the two got into the car and drove it out of the school. "Something happened at school, and I'm back."

"Thank you for today." Cong Xiao put his foot on his lap, looking ruffled, Wang Bin in the back seat asked curiously, "What's going on?"

Cong Xiao pointed to his own feet, "The benefactor who saved the feet."

Yan Zihan turned his head and looked at Cong Xiao's sharp teeth and jokes again, as if something hit him in his heart.

"Take you to dinner! He helped me twice, and he paid for it." Cong laughed and pointed at Wang Bin in the back seat.

Wang Bin nodded helplessly. "Brother Cong, you have the final say, I'm ready to tighten my belt."

Yan Zihan followed with a smile, "Where to eat?"

"Manxianglou can't afford it, so just find a small restaurant." Cong Xiaoyi leaned on his seat, "Are you a teacher? What do you teach?"

At the red light ahead, Yan Zihan stopped the car, unconsciously touching the steering wheel with the thumb of one hand, "Music, piano."

Yan Zihan’s father was the pianist Yan Zhenzhong, who died in a car accident with his mother when he was 14. Yan Zihan had already toured with Yan Zhenzhong long before that, and at that time, he met Bai Shaorong when he went to the orphanage alone .

To say that the fate of people is really amazing, getting along with Bai Shaorong day and night made him understand Bai Shaorong's past, and today he met Cong Xiaoyi by accident, and those days of searching for it are finally looking forward to it, Yan Zihan feels Feeling a little depressed in my heart, I opened the car window to get some air.

Looking at the car in front, it was already dark, Cong Xiao sat up straight after hearing his words, and asked in surprise, "Piano?"

"Xiao Yi, you can ask for advice." Wang Bin clapped his hands in the back seat, "Aren't you good at playing the piano! Let's discuss."

Cong Xiao slapped him with a wave of his hand, "Believe it or not, I really beat you?"

Yan Zihan turned his head, looked at Cong Xiaoyi, and asked in surprise, "Do you know how to play the piano?"

Cong Xiao nodded, not knowing what to say, and answered after a while: "Well, I'm not proficient at playing, but I knew it when I was young."

The three of them arrived at a rather impressive restaurant called 'Old Rules'. From the outside, the decoration looked like an ancient restaurant. There were two waiters standing at the door, wearing the clothes of the waiter. When they saw three people walking over, one of them quickly step up.

"Guest officer, please come inside."

"This is a semi-self-service restaurant, and the taste is good." Yan Zihan introduced.

"Do you come here often?" Cong Xiaoyi followed behind, Wang Bin was greedy for him, the curiosity factor in his heart was aroused when he saw the name of the store, his eyes turned around and he looked around, the restaurant is not very It is big, with only a dozen tables, but the decoration is very good.

The three of them chose a seat by the window, Wang Bin let go of Cong Xiaoyi, hurriedly asked the waiter where the restroom was, and ran away in a hurry.

"You can get whatever you want to eat. Their roasted pig's trotters are good, you can order it later." Yan Zihan took the menu from the waiter and showed it to Cong Xiao.

Cong Xiaoyi had the illusion that it was Yan Zihan who was treating guests, he shook his hand, "Look, I haven't been here before." Cong Xiao pushed the menu to him.

Yan Zihan glanced casually. More important than ordering food is how to talk to Cong Xiao in front of him. He admitted that he had planned to wait for Cong Xiao to come out at the school gate. Dedicated bastard' he heard it, so he drove over and pretended to meet by chance.

Looking over, Cong Xiao sat on the seat tiptoeing, pouring water from a teacup, deliberated for a long time and didn't know how to speak, but Wang Bin would have to come back to go to the toilet if he didn't speak.

"Do you like piano very much?" Yan Zihan twitched fiercely in his heart, the words he had planned had disappeared without a trace when he opened his mouth, so he could only squeeze out such a sentence.

Hearing Yan Zihan's question, Cong Xiaoyi's hands trembled, and the water in the glass was overfilled all of a sudden, and flowed all over the table.

Like it?

Cong Xiaoyi couldn't say it. For him, the piano is the process of changing his fingers from short to fair and slender. never thought about.

Yan Zihan asked this question too suddenly. If he left others alone, he would definitely like it or not. There was no need to scrape three layers of brain cells before answering after thinking about it, but Cong Xiaoyi was still stunned.

Unexpectedly, Cong Xiaoyi would have such a big reaction, Yan Zihan hastily took out a few inferior napkins from the box next to him, and wiped them on the table.

"Sorry, I asked too abruptly." Yan Zihan felt that he was a little anxious, and Cong Xiaoyi, who was opposite him, didn't know anything now, and had to take his time with many things.

Cong Xiao waved his hand, "No, no."

Yan Zihan took the teapot from his hand, "If you need it in the future, you can come to me, and I can guide you."

When Wang Bin came back, he negotiated and ordered some dishes, but it was inconvenient for Cong Xiao to kick, so only Wang Bin and Yan Zihan went back and forth to help him get them.

Cong Xiao picked out the ginger bit by bit from the plate, and Wang Bin clicked his tongue a few times.

"What's wrong? You can eat it when you cut it into pieces?"

"Get out, you can only eat it if you cut it into pieces." Cong Xiaoyi said while picking.

"You look like a friend of mine." Yan Zihan said cheerfully, and helped to remove the messy dishes in front of Cong Xiaoyi's eyes.

There was no chance to speak during the whole meal, Yan Zihan suppressed the impulse in his heart fiercely in his mother's womb, he had already lost his mind and searched for it for so long, it was only a few days.

Wang Bin took Cong Xiaoyi to take a taxi and left first. At the end of the meal, Cong Xiaoyi took out his pocket, crumpled out a pile of small change in his trousers pocket, ignored the waiter's impatient expression, and Cong Xiaoyi counted it. Three times, Wang Bin on one side did not express any reflections as usual, Yan Zihan's tangled desire to help Jie was also firmly rejected by Cong Xiaoyi.

When Yan Zihan came home, Tudou had heard his footsteps waiting for him at the door, barked several times before the door opened, pressed the password, and squeezed sideways into the door the moment Tudou rushed over.

"I'm back." Yan Zihan turned on the light, hugged Potato, and kissed the top of its head.

"Woof! Wang!" Tudou circled around Yan Zihan.

"Don't turn around, your eyes are dizzy." Yan Zihan grabbed Tudou, changed his slippers and walked into the bedroom.

On the bedside table next to the bed, there was a framed photo. Yan Zihan picked it up, stroked it with his hands for a few minutes before removing the frame, took the photo out and put it in his bag.Then, he took out a calendar from the drawer and looked at it. A certain day in April was circled with a red pen.

Yan Zihan lay on the bed, his whole body relaxed, and he was tense for a whole day before he had a chance to catch his breath, "It's less than a month...I have to take him to see you next month anyway."

Without letting Wang Bin send him up, Cong Xiaoyi took the elevator and went home slowly.

The room was pitch black, and I walked to my own bedroom in the dark. When I turned on the light, my eyes still felt uncomfortable for a second. Cong Xiao squinted his eyes and looked into the next bedroom. The door was wide open, and there was no one inside.

Cong Jiyun did not come back.

After charging the phone, Cong Xiaoyi spread out on the bed, didn't even bother to wash, the temperature in the house was not high, and the clothes were not taken off, rolled over on the bed, wrapped the quilt around his body, stared at the wall in a daze.

The encounter with Yan Zihan in the afternoon is vivid in my mind, especially my earth-shattering stagger, Cong Xiaoyi closed his eyes, it was too shocking to cry!

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, the birds were singing outside, my body had already rotated 360 degrees, my feet were resting on the head of the bed, and my legs were spread apart in an awkward position.

Cong Xiao stretched out a hand to touch the bed, and took out a pack of cigarettes. He sat up and leaned on the bed, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff to wake up his head.

Woke up and washed, put on a pair of pink socks casually, Cong Xiaoyi wrapped up his coat and put it on the outside of the school uniform, turned over and took out a small box under the bed, there were some scattered money in it, Cong Xiao counted it , I took out two 20 pieces and stuffed them into my pocket, put a few steel coins and pushed the box back. My feet didn’t hurt anymore, and there was no need to pretend to be lame. Cong Xiao took three steps as soon as he left the house. Go down the stairs.

There was already a queue at the breakfast stall at the door of the house. Cong Xiaoyi squeezed to a stall selling egg-filled pancakes, and asked the uncle to make himself pancakes with two sausages. Bean-flavored sweet soy milk.

It was quite late when I arrived at school, and it was amazing that I saw Yan Zihan from a long distance away.

Yan Zihan also saw Cong Xiaoyi, smoking at the school gate in a very arrogant way, and some female students passing by couldn't help but sneak a glance, Cong Xiao was tall and good-looking, just what young girls admire now .

After parking the car, Yan Zihan walked over, "Is it going to be late? Still not going in?"

"Immediately!" Cong Xiao took a big puff of the cigarette in his mouth, threw it on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, "Is the school closed this afternoon? What day is it today?"

"I am not very sure."

Yan Zihan looked at his watch, "Do you want to have a meal together at noon? I have something to tell you."

"With me?" Cong Xiao was surprised, the two Yan Zihan in front of him didn't have a lot of intersection, and he couldn't think of anything to say after racking his brains.

"Well, I'm waiting for you at the school gate." Yan Zihan said in a low voice.

Cong Xiaoyi didn't care, he agreed, and fell asleep in the classroom all morning.

When he woke up, his neck was quite sore from keeping one position for a long time. Cong Xiaoyi didn’t dare to turn his neck vigorously, so he could only turn his neck slowly with his teeth grinning. The teacher didn’t listen to what he said in class, the only one who listened It was a half-day holiday in the afternoon, and I didn't understand what happened to the school. It's just a holiday anyway.

Wang Bin didn't know where to go after class, so he left a message to call him in the afternoon. Cong Xiao packed up his things and dawdled to the school gate. After waiting for almost half an hour, he saw Yan Zihan driving out .

"I've been waiting forever, I have to go if you don't come." Cong Xiao jumped into the car.

"Seat belt." Yan Zihan turned his head and glanced at him. "What to eat?"

"Ah... I'm so hungry that I can't feel it. Let's find a restaurant nearby to eat." Cong Xiaoyi fastened his seat belt and leaned on the seat. "What are you talking about? It's mysterious."

Yan Zihan didn't speak, just drove around and looked around, "Hot pot? Or grilled fish?"

"Let's just go to that cold noodle shop, and eat ready-made ones." Cong Xiao felt his stomach boiled, and he was short of it.

"Where's your feet? How's it going?" Yan Zihan asked while driving the car.

Cong Xiao raised his left foot, revealing the pink sock, and shook it left and right at Yan Zihan. "Okay, I'll be fine after applying some medicine and sleeping."

"The socks are a nice color."

"Wholesale in the morning market, fifty cents a pair."

I don't know why, as soon as Cong Xiao said it as a joke, Yan Zihan's heart tightened, and the image of Cong Xiao counting the change to pay the bill last night suddenly popped up in his mind.

Yan Zihan could see that he was very hungry, so he found a parking space and prepared to stop the car. Before Cong Xiaoyi got out of the car, he opened the car window and yelled at the big noodle seller next to him: "Master! Two bowls of noodles! Hurry up!"

The elder brother was startled, and looked up for a long time but couldn't find the source of the sound, "Here! Here! Put more chopped green onions."

Cong Xiao stretched out his arm, and waved at the big noodle seller.

The eldest brother answered, Yan Zihan had just parked the car, and Cong Xiao rushed down to the cold noodle shop, as if he had a bazooka behind his buttocks, and he was in a hurry.

The surface came very quickly, and Cong Xiao took a big mouthful. "What's the matter? Don't tell me I'm scratching my heart."

Yan Zihan let out a muffled laugh, "That's all it takes?"

"I am just at the age of youth, and I am very curious." Cong Xiaoyi mixed the noodles with chopsticks, scooped out two spoons of chili oil from the seasoning box next to him and sprinkled them in the bowl. "Either?"

Yan Zihan shook his head, subconsciously protecting the bowl, for fear that Cong Xiao would give him two scoops in a rude manner.

Cong Xiao was amused by his actions, and he looked like a local hooligan, who would be slashed if he said no.

"Hurry up and eat, let's talk when you're done." Cong Xiao pulled down his curiosity, and didn't continue to ask.

In fact, because of Yan Zihan's words, he had already started to think wildly in his heart, and his sixth sense was quite strong. Cong Xiao suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and quickly solved the noodles in the bowl.

Yan Zihan ate the meal like chewing wax, he regretted calling Cong Xiaoyi out, and thought of countless ways to start, but he suppressed all of them.

wrong!Neither is right!

The meal was finished like this, Cong Xiaoyi waited at the door for Yan Zihan to pay the bill.

"You have something to tell me, don't you just want to ask me out for dinner?" Cong Xiao squatted on the ground and took out a cigarette.

"You..." Yan Zihan felt that his throat was a little dry, and his mind had already started to mess up the original settings. "Do you know Bai Shaorong?"

The author has something to say: I changed it again and again... I really think I don't have any writing talent...