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Yong Xiang came out of the bathroom without any emotions at all, and went to bed and played with his mobile phone very flatly, as if nothing had happened.

Meng Xiu glanced at the TV and then at Yongxiang. Feeling his gaze, Yongxiang raised his head with a smile: "Brother Yixiu, why don't you go wash up?"

Meng Xiu hummed and continued watching TV.After a while, he glanced at Yongxiang again.

He was too plain, so plain that it was scary.

Yong Xiang was clicking on her mobile phone, looked up and said, "I'm going to sleep first."

"En." Meng Xiu nodded, and Yong Xiang lay down and slept under the quilt, facing the window and his back.

Hearing Yongxiang's tone, he couldn't hear anything, so Meng Xiu thought the matter was over, and his meaning should be obvious, right?

He doesn't hate kissing, seeing Yongxiang's serious eyes makes his heart beat faster, he hasn't seen such serious eyes for a long time.But what can he do?He couldn't respond, didn't even think about it.Fortunately, there is no such strong feeling now.

Meng Xiu glanced at Yongxiang who was asleep with his eyes closed, and said in his heart: How old are you?What do you know.Being together is not a matter of two people.

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The next day, the two walked up the river in the Yi people's ancient town. There are many small bridges in this river. The two of them chatted one after another. Sometimes Meng Xiu suddenly thought of what happened last night. Looking at Yongxiang's smiling face, one would think that he had slept until this morning when he arrived here, and those were just his dreams.

You never know what Yong Xiang is thinking, just like he said, he liked Meng Xiu since the second year of junior high school, Meng Xiu didn't notice it at all, and it's the same now, both of them know that it's better not to have happened last night, but now Yong Xiang Xiang looks like it really didn't happen.

This kind of person is the scariest, what he shows is only what he wants you to see, until one day he can't suppress his emotions, you will recognize him as a person.

Of course, you don't need to suppress rebellion in front of your parents, because everyone has it, and everyone can't suppress it.

During the day they visited the beautiful scenery of the ancient town, and at night they experienced the Yi people's culture in the ancient town, but here are mostly games, fun and delicious.

Neither of them had dinner, so they had a taste of the delicacies here.There is a chestnut osmanthus cake in the ancient town. It is really unpalatable, and it is expensive without bargaining.Many people bought it out of curiosity and threw it away after taking a bite.They are too, but apart from the chestnut osmanthus cake, the other foods are still delicious.

This was their first day of traveling, and on the second day they went to Yihai Park, where there is a soft sandy beach.

The two of them got into the rowboat with some food and floated on the green Yihai Sea.The sky here is indescribably blue, and the clouds here are indescribably soft.The air here is indescribably good, the people here, when two people glance at each other, it is indescribably beautiful, and the beach here is indescribably soft.

They still talk a few words if they have something to say, and keep silent when they have nothing to say.In the past, the silence between them was just silence, but now, although the silence has not turned into a hustle and bustle, the silence can't become a hustle and bustle, but it's just a little embarrassing.Meng Xiu didn't know if Yongxiang would be embarrassed, but he was quite embarrassed anyway.

In the next few days, they picked several famous places in Chuxiong to visit, and then went home.

Unfortunately, they played too much these past few days, and the money was overspended, and the overspend was more than what Yong Xiang gave him, most of the overspending was in terms of food and play.Meng Xiu looked at the train ticket on his phone and compared it with the plane ticket, so he could only go back by train.

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Travel really burns money.

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On the fifth day, Meng Xiu sat on the train holding a bucket of instant noodles and sighed.

Yong Xiang sat on the folding chair by the car window, watching the scenery outside.Meng Xiu came over and sat across from him, took a sip of instant noodles: "What are you thinking? You didn't even call you over there just now."

Yongxiang regained consciousness and glanced at Meng Xiu: "It's nothing, the past few days have passed quickly."

Meng Xiu said: "The first twenty years of my life passed quickly."

Time is such a wonderful thing. When it is passing by, you feel that it is slow, and when it passes by, you will feel that time flies by.

"Aren't you hungry?" Meng Xiu asked.

"Not hungry." Yong Xiang replied, after that they had nothing to say and remained silent.

Looking at the receding scenery outside the window, and listening to Meng Xiu sucking on the instant noodles, Yongxiang suddenly felt a kind of tranquility of time.But the years will not be quiet, and it is difficult to be good.

Yongxiang smiled wryly. He didn't show any embarrassing emotions these days just to prevent Meng Xiu's first trip from being ruined. He thought, as long as he wants, he can keep his face, as long as he wants , he can do anything.

He tilted his head to watch Meng Xiu drink the soup, and suddenly asked, "Should I continue studying?"

His voice was too low, Meng Xiu let out a cry.

"Should I continue to study?" His face was serious, and he didn't mean to be joking at all. Meng Xiu also straightened his back unconsciously and put down the instant noodles.

"You should keep reading."

"Do you want me to continue studying?" Yongxiang's eyes were confused, very subtle, so Meng Xiu thought he was still serious, "If you say you want me to study."

Yong Xiang didn't want to study for several years and now he changed his mind so easily, Meng Xiu couldn't believe it.

Yongxiang said again: "I'm serious. Brother Yixiu, as long as you say you want me to study, I will study."

Meng Xiu thought for a while and replied, "Yongxiang, you don't do many things for the hope of others, you do it for yourself."

"I know." Yong Xiang stared at Meng Xiu, "But you are nothing to me."

Meng Xiu's head was aching again, and Yong Xiang seemed to have to find a reason for himself to continue studying, and said: "As long as you say you want me to study, I will read, and read seriously."

Meng Xiu stopped looking at him and looked out the window: "You should study hard, but you shouldn't do it because I want you to. If someone wants you, it must be because your parents want you. It's not easy for your parents. It's not easy for you to study. , how sad should your parents be when you graduate from junior high school and stop studying?"

Yongxiang also understands the truth, and he also understands the difficulties of his parents, but he just doesn't want to.But now?One of Meng Xiu's neighbors said that it is not easy for parents, so it is really not easy for him to be such a parent.

Yong Xiang also looked out of the window, feeling a little disappointed, Meng Xiu did not agree to him.The best thing is what you can't get. If Meng Xiu agrees, maybe Yongxiang won't like Meng Xiu that much.

Puberty is also a very strange thing. Men and women in puberty tend to pay more attention to those who refute them. The love and hatred bred by attention depends on personal creation.

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It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when they got home, and the two said goodbye in the corridor and went into the house.

Mom has already prepared the meal and is waiting for Yongxiang to come back. Dad still won't come back to eat tonight, saying that he has a social occasion.Yongxiang put down his bags, washed his hands and sat at the dining table, and his mother cooked a large table of delicious dishes, all of which Yongxiang loved to eat.

I don't know what kind of mood my mother went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables for this big table, and then made them in the kitchen, and put them in a good-looking appearance.Is it joy?Is it missing?Or is it a habit?

Yongxiang's nose suddenly felt a little sour, he looked down at the dishes and said, "Mom, I want to continue my high school studies."

The old mother who was scooping up the rice was taken aback for a moment, and then she smiled even more, unable to hide it: "Okay, okay, just figure it out." There seemed to be tears in her eyes, but in the aroma of the food, she gradually Vague.

Yongxiang smiled at his mother, picked up his rice bowl and put a piece of ribs into his mother's bowl.

In the world, for most people, it may be your parents who hurt you the most, but it is your parents who love you the most.You can't help but look back, whether your parents have grayed temples, whether their eyes have lost their light, whether their backbones have been bent by life, these are all for you, they lived for them for the first half of their lives, and for the rest of their lives. Live for you.

(For most people, focus~)