Mizuki

It's not that Qiao Hui didn't persuade him this year, it's just that sometimes when Qiao Lin came home with an injury and asked her "but what can I do", she couldn't say anything, so Qiao Hui took him directly Transferred to school and moved, the mother and son moved away when rumors arose, and finally moved to the city where Su Miao was.

"My mother gave me medicine that day, and then cried and begged me not to go out again." Qiao Lin's tone was sad: "She feels that she owes me, but what did she do wrong to beg me so?"

This is probably one of the few Su Miao who saw Qiao Lin cry. When they were first together, Qiao Lin only dared to red-eyed when he was wronged, but now he is like a child who has been taught a lesson.

Su Miao patted him on the back like coaxing a child, and asked, "Are you coming to school later?"

"Well, I met you after wandering around for a year." Qiao Lin said.

"The person you mentioned," Su Miao contacted what Qiao Lin said, and combined with the conversation between the two of them when they confronted Zhang Yuanshan before, it was easy to guess: "Is Zhang Yuanshan's father?"

Qiao Lin nodded: "Yes. Although he wasn't disabled at the time, he had bad legs and could only sit for the rest of his life. Zhang Yuanshan looked like an enemy when he saw me. He didn't believe his father did such a thing. , insisted that I was slandering him."

Su Miao was so angry that it turned out that the grievances between Zhang Yuanshan and Qiao Lin came from this.

Qiao Lin sighed: "If he hadn't done that at that time, I don't believe he would have done it."

After all, if he hadn't been recognized as having a good character, how could Qiao Hui have tutored his son for two years, how could Qiao Lin have been defenseless, and how could Zhang Yuanshan only trust his father without distinguishing right from wrong?

"What about Zhang Yuanshan?" Su Miao recalled their bet at that time: "You said that whoever loses should apologize?"

Su Miao thinks that Zhang Yuanshan's nature is not bad, and he has felt compassion more than once since the fight.Moreover, he hated Qiao Lin to the core, but he never did anything to Su Miao. Today, he panicked because Su Miao was involved in the outskirts of the city.From the beginning to the end, he just wanted Qiao Lin to tell him that his father was not that kind of person.

What Su Miao wanted, Qiao Lin also guessed all kinds of things: "He was the only one who wanted the result, and I didn't care about it a long time ago."

"why?"

Qiao Lin: "He attempted to commit a crime. I broke his leg and evened it out."

Su Miao frowned and raised the corner of her mouth reluctantly: "You don't have such a calculation..." From the outsider's point of view, it is indeed the case on the surface. From ancient times to the present, a middle way to educate children has to be forgiving. Forgive me, but the indifference and betrayal that Qiao Lin suffered back then were sins that Zhang Yuanshan's father could never atone for.

Qiao Lin looked at the ceiling and said: "Early on, I was thinking, I was fighting outside again, would my mother be sad? I passed without telling you, would you be angry? Then you really I am so angry, and I am afraid that you will disappoint me." Qiao Lin knew that it was not only himself who had suffered all this time, but also everyone who cared about him.

Su Miao was silent for a long time, finally sighed, and her tone softened: "This is not an example."

He had always been careful not to reveal this matter in front of Qiao Lin, but he never thought that he had already relieved himself.Maybe Qiao Lin really lives up to his name, like the only tree on a barren peak, towering and straight, unyielding to the world, and daring to be green like an umbrella in the wind and dust.

Su Miao's forgiveness can eliminate all Qiao Lin's uneasiness, can make up for the vacancy that he was not by his side for two years, and can support his entire youth coherently.For Qiao Lin, Su Miao is the affection he should give all his life.

After that day, Zhang Yuanshan never appeared in front of Qiao Lin and Su Miao again, and he didn't even hear the wind. The apology promised at the beginning was nothing.

On the day Qiao Lin set off for the training camp, he packed his luggage and waited for the train at the station. He was bored and played with his mobile phone on his seat, but he noticed that there was an extra text message from an unfamiliar number in the intercepted message. The content was only three words: Sorry.

He clicked on the text message for a long time, but in the end he still didn't reply. He just put away the number and put it in the notes: Zhang Yuanshan.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for that incident, he and Zhang Yuanshan might have met because of an old man's connection, but there has never been an if in this world.

Although the grievances with Zhang Yuanshan have come to an end, their future has just begun from the moment Qiao Lin trained and Su Miao returned to school.

Although the class time of the studio in the province is from 09:30 am to [-]:[-] pm, in fact the training of the students is much more than that.From the first day of the training camp, their study plan has been arranged airtightly, repeating the same practice tasks every day, and the rest time is not as abundant as that of the school students. Sometimes it takes less than half an hour to eat. There are only two meals for the fallen leaves swept by the wind. Many students with bad stomachs will faint directly in the studio, and many people have stomach problems day after day.

Qiao Lin often needs to do the homework assigned by the teacher until the early morning, and then accept new homework the next day.Under such strong pressure, he has no time to contact Su Miao at all. At the beginning, he could say good morning, good afternoon, and good evening every day, but now sometimes he can't even say two words in a week.

Su Miao has asked her seniors about the art students’ training camp, so Qiao Lin only talks when she is free, and he always emphasizes "eat well", "take medicine when you are sick", "don't be lazy" and so on. , never tired of it, and Qiao Lin was not bothered, and replied him politely, as if he didn't see the cold but untouched lunch box in his hand.

After more than a month, Su Miao went back to the dormitory to take a shower and wipe her hair outside. Her body was covered with steam, so she put her phone on the bed and talked to Qiao Lin on the loudspeaker: "I'm free today." ? No homework?"

Qiao Lin's side was very quiet, his voice was low and clear: "It's in the studio."

Su Miao tentatively asked, "No one?"

"No, we all went to the dormitory."

In the next second, the voice call was cut into a video call, and Su Miao's face suddenly appeared on the screen, so scared that Qiao Lin almost folded his pencil.

"Scared me," Qiao Lin connected and said, "I'm wearing earphones, the ringing is so loud."

"It's not that I can't wait." Su Miao's hair was still wet, and he felt a little distressed the first time he saw Qiao Lin.Qiao Lin lost a lot of weight, his hair grew long and messy, and the dark circles under his eyes deepened a lot. Only his eyes were still bright, and the pen in his hand didn't stop when he was talking to him.

He lay down on the table, set up his phone and murmured to the screen, "Brother Qiao, have you lost weight?"

"Really?" Qiao Lin's fingernails were stained with the charcoal ink of the paintbrush. He grabbed the shoulder line of his clothes with both hands and lifted them twice: "It's because the clothes are too wide."

Su Miao asked him, "Are you so late every day?"

"No, I can't sleep today, so I just stay in the studio for a while."

So Su Miao asked curiously again: "Then what are you painting?"

Qiao Lin's eyes were still on the paper, and when he heard the words, he was distracted and replied, "Just draw whatever you want."

"Why are you like this?" Unexpectedly, Su Miao suddenly lost her temper and blamed him without thinking.

Qiao Lin paused and stopped to look at the screen. The other party was staring at him with pursed lips. He was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"It's hard to make a video and you don't even look at me?"

"...Pfft." Qiao Lin couldn't help laughing out, "Look, I'll watch you all night, okay?"

Su Miao raised her eyebrows: "Do you have a lot of traffic?"

"Then my dear little sapling," Qiao Lin put his elbows on the easel and stared at the screen with a smile, "what do you want my brother for?"

"I miss you." The water from her hair dripped on the table, she became dizzy, and water dripped from her forehead and neck. Su Miao grabbed the towel and wiped her hair, and finally covered her face and said: " When are you coming back for the test?"

March is the province's high school academic proficiency test. All art students have to go back to the test center to take the test, and Qiao Lin is no exception.

"One day early." Qiao Lin said in a low voice, "But you have to leave after the exam."

"In such a rush?" Su Miao was expecting a little bit at first, but when he said that, she instantly felt cold.

Qiao Lin couldn't do anything about his aggrieved appearance, but he could only explain: "We chartered a car to go back and forth, and we all have time together."

"Oh." Su Miao said in a low voice, "If you can't fall asleep, how about I sing to you?"

Qiao Lin's eyes lit up and asked him, "What are you going to sing?"

Su Miao didn't answer him, but spoke softly.

"The dark sky hangs down

Bright stars follow

worms fly worms fly

who are you missing

The stars in the sky are crying

Withered roses on the ground

cold wind blow cold wind

as long as you are with me

Bugs fly, flowers sleep

One pair after another is beautiful

Not afraid of the dark, only afraid of heartbreak

Tired or not

It doesn’t matter whether it’s north, south, east or west.”

This song "Insects Flying" is Su Miao's favorite song to listen to when she suffers from insomnia. The meaning of longing and protection in the lyrics is simple and profound. When he watched "The Wind and Cloud Heroes Dominate the World" on TV, he was deeply saddened.

After hearing this, Qiao Lin sighed: "It's over, I think I'll go back now."

Su Miao got into bed two or three times, patted the pillow beside her and said, "Wait for you, brother Qiao!"

"..."

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when Qiao Lin went back to school one day earlier. Su Miao stayed with him in the dormitory for late self-study, but the two of them had no time to get bored. Su Miao spread out three textbooks, and each book was folded to mark the key points. .He pressed the class notes on the table with a "snap" and said, "Memorize it, all the required exams have been marked for you."

Qiao Lin smiled bitterly: "...Why are you like this?"

Su Miao made a dignified look: "Study is important, do you understand?"

Qiao Lin shrugged, and had already stood in front of the desk, but suddenly turned around and pressed his head, kissed him on the lips, licked his tongue along the shape of his lips, let go, and said contentedly: "This is also important."

Su Miao quickly took a step back and sat on the bed: "Don't touch me, or you won't have to take the exam tomorrow."

Qiao Lin rolled his eyes with a smile, he could tell which is more important, and he sat obediently at the table and recited the questions. He still remembered a lot of these. Su Miao's knowledge points were organized in detail, divided into points and blocks, and it was easy to form a thinking The map, plus the difficulty of the exam will not be very difficult, and they are all multiple-choice questions, so it is much less difficult to review.

After the last page was closed, Qiao Lin sorted out the questions with his eyes closed, and the two asked and answered face to face.

"..."

"What was the first written law in ancient Rome?"

"The Law of the Twelve Tables"

"Where did you open up trade after closing the door to the outside world?"

"Guangzhou."

"Principles for the distribution of individual consumption goods in a public economy?"

"Distribute according to work."

"Huh? You say it again?"

"...on demand!"

"That's right, all these questions will be tested, don't remember wrongly. The last question is the favorable climate conditions for the growth of crops in Xinjiang?"

"The temperature difference is large and the light is strong."

"That's right, that's it." Su Miao closed the notebook and put it on her lap, rubbed the center of her brows and said, "Thanks to your good memory, it should be no problem to pass the exam with a B."

Qiao Lin glanced at the time, turned his head and took his notebook away, and pressed him against it: "45:[-], what else should we do?"

Su Miao was pushed back by him, and when she was about to fall down, she stretched out her hand to hook his neck, raised her lips and smiled, "Do something hooligan?"

"That's right." Jolin looked at his face and reached out to turn off the light.In the dark night, you can't see your fingers. Except for the occasional chug of motorcycles whizzing by outside the school, there is only the deliberately suppressed panting on the narrow bed.

The examination time is only one day, so the examination schedule is very tight, and Qiao Lin will go out of the school gate to gather back to the city almost immediately after the examination, so he has to pack up his things in the dormitory at noon and bring them to the examination room.

Su Miao helped him clean up, but in fact there was nothing to collect, and he didn't bring anything.

In the middle of receiving it, Su Miao suddenly pulled out a pen and stuffed it into his hand: "Please draw me a picture."

"Uh," Qiao Lin asked in confusion, "What do you draw?"

"Draw yourself."

His expression suddenly became struggling. To be honest, self-portraits... If it was homework, it would still be the same thing, but it always feels weird in front of my boyfriend, no matter how I draw it.Qiao Lin's pencil was twirling on his finger, hesitatingly said: "To be honest, I'm afraid of paper and pen now."

"Ha!" Su Miao retorted, resting her chin, "I thought I didn't know Newton's laws when I saw Old Cheng."

Qiao Lin: "...you are really boring."

"Save the mood and talk about it later on the bed," Su Miao urged, knocking on the table, "Why is it so difficult for you to draw a picture of yourself? If you keep messing around, you won't have time."

Qiao Lin picked up the pen several times and put it down again, begging for mercy: "Otherwise, I'd better draw you, it will be easier."

"Tsk, I'm still bargaining." Su Miao lifted the quilt, took out her mobile phone and turned on the front. She pinched Qiao Lin's chin and took a selfie. Then she posted the photo on the table: "Just take this picture, just keep it simple."

Qiao Lin had no choice but to draw a few strokes.In fact, if someone randomly gives him a picture and asks him to draw it, he will throw the paper directly on the other person's face. This is the same as stretching out his wrist to give someone the pulse when he sees a medical student, but Su Miao's appearance is always there. What he writes is just at his fingertips.

But he couldn't do it on his own side. He struggled for a long time before writing, and finally managed to get it out. But after the painting was finished, they should go to the examination room. Qiao Lin put the things in the schoolbag, swept the floor, tidied up and got out of bed, He went out last, even after the exam, Su Miao only had time to send him to the school gate.

From this day on, there was a square stick figure in the upper right corner of Su Miao's desk, two Q-version villains with smooth lines leaning together, with the word "Joe" beside them.

As a result, a group of lemon extracts headed by Zhao Ze were attracted: "Oh, hurry up and smell the sour smell of love."

"You guys can't be so sour." Su Miao continued to do her own questions without raising her head, and spit out the rest of the sentence: "It affects learning."

Lemons: "..."

The author has something to say: In this chapter and later, there will be descriptions about art exams. I asked my classmates who took the exams before to remember them, but I am a fool. I uninstalled WeChat and the chat records are gone, so many of them are my I remember it from my impression...that is to say, readers who have known it may feel that something is strange...