middle of the road

It was still wet from the shirt collar down to the chest, and the person who stuck it was cold, Chi Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, closed the door in front of Chi Haidong, and was going to take a shower first.

He didn't bring much clothes when he came here, but now he opened the door, and there was a closet full from head to toe, and it was still right to take two casually, which made him look at Chi Haidong with admiration.

After washing, he lay on the bed, and there was no movement outside. It is not known whether Chi Haidong entered his room or went out during his bath time, and Chi Yu did not plan to verify it.

This house is not the one that their family of four lived in back then. I thought that Chi Haidong would arrange for him to live back in order to play emotional cards with him, but I didn't expect it didn't. I guess he was afraid that he would live there. More hostility arose between them.

Now this set is very close to the No. [-] Middle School. It’s two bus stops away. If you don’t rush in the morning, you can just walk there. Maybe it’s to welcome his rebellious son who is finally willing to come back. I bought it, or maybe it’s been bought before. I bought a property that Chi Yu didn't know about. The house was not small, but it was a little far away from Chi Haidong's company. He couldn't usually live here, so he really had to put a question mark.

Chi Yu stared at the overhead light for a while, then reached out to turn it off.

There are several unread messages on the phone, all from Qu Jingya, asking him what he is doing.

Chi Yu: "Nothing."

Qu Jingya: "Why ignore me if I'm not doing anything."

Chi Yu didn't reply, and after waiting for a while, another message came, "I miss you."

Chi Yu threw the phone aside, turned over and sat up, got out of bed and took out a wooden storage box from the suitcase.

It's only been a few days since he moved here, and his things haven't been packed yet, but judging from what Chi Haidong prepared for him, he probably doesn't need to take them away anymore.

Inside the box was a set of the Four Treasures of the Study, pen, ink and paper, without inkstone. He was only half-handed in calligraphy, and the ink produced by the inkstone was not even. So he usually buys ready-made ink, but this time he brought over a bottle that was almost used up, and he poured some on the ink butterfly.

Chi Yu doesn't know how to write brush characters. The person who really knows how to write is his grandfather Zhao Jin. He became the honorary chairman of their Z City Calligraphers Association, and he also brought a lot of students.

Chiyu's handwriting is not good, and he has not been influenced since he was a child. He didn't have the patience to lie there and write for hours. He learned to write from regular script because three years ago, after Zhao Jin passed away, one day he After sitting in the room for a long time, looking at the calligraphy works hanging on the wall, I suddenly became interested.

However, after practicing on and off for so long, Chi Yu always felt that he did not inherit any talent from Zhao Jin. He wanted to write cursive script, but after copying Zhao Jin's copybook for a long time, he couldn't copy the □□ in it. The more he writes, the more he looks different, which makes Chi Yu very anxious for a while.

In fact, his level is considered outstanding among ordinary people, but the original intention of picking up the pen was not to compare himself with anyone. He wrote more because he wanted to write, and he wanted to have something that would make him think about nothing and focus on nothing else. It was not his intention to catch up with Zhao Jin in what he did, but it was hard to say that the reason that prompted him to calm down had nothing to do with it.

Chi Yu hadn't sat for a quarter of an hour before he realized that he didn't have the ability. He hadn't been so irritable for a long time, and it wasn't just because of the insincere words that Chi Haidong called him out to eat tonight. For a period of time, all the things that happened in the past three or four years, on the first day when I transferred here, and this night when I finally lived under the same roof with Chi Haidong again, after being unable to suppress countless times as usual, there were many There was a small burst.

Chi Yu simply threw away the pen.

Ink spattered his arm and he had to take another shower.

He didn't sleep well all night, and in the morning Chi Haidong waited for him after making breakfast, and said to send him to school after eating, but Chi Yu didn't say anything, walked to the bus station by himself, and invested a dollar to take the bus.

He plans to wait two days to apply for a traffic card, and buy a bicycle when the weather gets warmer.

He entered through the back door, Cheng Yang arrived earlier than him, and was sleeping on the table, Chi Yu walked around him, and when he walked to his seat, he saw a bottle of water, the same as the brand he gave him yesterday, the same size, He glanced back and put the bottle of water on the windowsill.

After the second class was over, Tang Xiaowei took him to the Academic Affairs Office to collect all the books, plus various workbooks, a total of two bundles. It was too much to carry all the way, so Chi Yu gave him the water.

The school uniform will not be custom-made until a master from outside comes to measure it. These two days, he will wear his own first.

The third class was Huang Ming's class again. Cheng Yang, who had been sleeping motionless, woke up miraculously before the bell rang before Huang Ming entered the classroom. Chi Yu occasionally saw that he seemed to be doing a problem from the corner of his eye. , A paper is densely written with drafts.

"I'm behind you." Halfway through the class, Fu Jin suddenly sent him a message.

Chi Yu: "..."

Chi Yu turned around and saw that he was sitting in the seat next to Cheng Yang, leaning against the back door, which was still closed, and somehow slipped into their classroom without anyone noticing, He touched the book in a decent manner and sat down.

Fu Jin: "Don't look behind, stand in the way for me, and watch out for you Ah Huang to find out."

Chi Yu: "..."

Chi Yu: "What are you doing in our class?"

Fu Jin: "Come and see you."

Chi Yu raised his hand.

Fu Jin hurried to pull his clothes, but Huang Ming turned around to write on the blackboard and didn't see it, "Master □□!" Fu Jin scolded anxiously.

Chi Yu smiled, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Jin rolled his eyes, "Politics in our class is too boring. I'll come over."

While Fu Jin was typing, he glanced at Cheng Yang's face next to him. Except for the moment when he just pushed the door open, he turned his head back. From the time he sat down to the series of small movements with Chi Yu, Cheng Yang didn't even lift his eyelids.

Fu Jin looked at his side face at this time, thinking of the surprise that was swept away last night, he felt more and more why he was so blind before. Not found.

It can only be said that this person is too low-key, and he cannot be blamed for his lack of vision.

Although he was a little worse than his male god, but to be honest, he was more than nine points more handsome than Jiang Mingyang, who he thought "he could be on the list".

If there is any shortcoming that needs to be deducted, it is probably because the person is really too thin, and when he lifts his hand, he only sees a wrist like a pole, and there must be no flesh on his body. Thinking of the rumors I heard before, Fu Jin Inexplicably feel a little heartache.

Cheng Yang stopped writing and turned to look at him.

Fu Jin felt a little embarrassed when he looked at him. He smiled, turned his gaze back to his phone, and pretended to chat with Chi Yu, "Where are you going for lunch? Do you want to go back?"

Chi Yu: "Let's go out to eat, we agreed to treat you yesterday."

Fu Jin: "Okay."

Just as Fu Jin was thinking about which store around the school had fewer people queuing up at noon, he heard Huang Ming suddenly yelled from the podium, "Ou Cao, come here and answer my question."

Only then did people in the classroom realize that someone had sneaked in behind, and they immediately started laughing.

"Ah?" Fu Jin stood up with his head on his head, and interrupted him with a smile, "Mr. Huang, why do you also call that? Listen to them yelling."

"You can afford the school grass, whether you can afford the district grass, it depends on whether you can answer this question." Huang Ming pointed to the blackboard, "Why, your teacher Li didn't do well in class, so he drove you away. Here I am, since this is the case, I will give you a friendship interval, you can choose one from one to ten."

Fu Jinyan has a good temper and is always popular in school. Seeing him being embarrassed by Huang Ming, everyone around him gave him advice and suggestions. In the range from one to ten, there are really people shouting anything, and you can guess at a glance. Yes, even if Fu Jin can figure it out, he didn't even read all the questions, so he could only say: "Mr. Huang, you have to give me some time to calculate it."

"Okay, I'll give you 5 minutes." Huang Ming knocked on the podium, "Let's continue."

After I got into the station, I didn't bring any pen and paper, so I did mental calculations?

He asked Huang Ming for a step, but he didn't expect that instead of giving it to him, he even carried their old Li out. Laughed endlessly at the table.

Fu Jin: "Stop fucking laughing, help me, brother."

Chi Yu gave him a helpless look, "If he really timed you, I can't guarantee that I will be able to count it in 5 minutes."

Fu Jin: "Then you can fool me, rely on your intuition of a master."

Chi Yu: "I can't get over it."

Fu Jin: "Why?"

Chi Yu: "I told you that my progress was slow and I haven't learned this yet."

Fu Jin felt like God was going to kill him. He even foresaw the scene where their old Li would drag him to the office after class, poke his temple and scold him for going out to embarrass him.

Huang Ming looked at the time, "It's almost there, ah, Classmate Fu, have you figured it out yet?"

Fu Jin looked around, and just when he made up his mind to say a number casually, at least with a one-tenth probability, he saw Cheng Yang suddenly draw an ear on his desk with his fingers.

"3." Fu Jin said immediately.

Huang Ming was silent for a while, "Come up and write down your thinking about solving the problem."

Fu Jin: "..."

Fu Jin looked at Cheng Yang again, and before Cheng Yang took his hand off the paper that he had drawn that looked like a Beijing opera face, he pulled it over and put it on the blackboard.

It was quite weird, a student from another class stood on the podium of their class, staring at the paper for a long time, as if he suddenly didn’t know his own words, until Huang Ming came over, read it together for a while, and pointed at a certain Fu Jin suddenly realized that he picked up the chalk and began to write.

After finishing writing, Huang Ming ticked it off, "The foundation is quite solid, which means that your teacher Li teaches better than me, so you don't need to come over next time."

Fu Jin laughed twice, walked down from the podium, Huang Ming pointed to the front door, he could only exchange glances with Chi Yu, turned back and went out through the front door.

When he reached the back door, he opened the door and returned the paper to Cheng Yang, "Thank you, the writing is good."

Cheng Yang didn't speak, Fu Jin stood there and glanced at him again, then walked away stomping.

After school at noon, Chi Yu sent a message saying that he was waiting for him downstairs, but Fu Jin said he couldn't go out to eat, eat in the cafeteria, and the cafeteria of No. [-] Middle School is also very good, let him take a look.

So he could only grab Fu Jin's meal card and follow the flow of people to the cafeteria. When he saw Fu Jin holding a plate, he looked around for a while, found the target in the crowd, and walked over there while waving at him. It was only then that Chi Yu realized that this guy had no intention of showing him the style of the No. [-] Middle School cafeteria.

On the contrary, it is genuine to want others to appreciate his well-deserved thick skin.

"Hi." Fu Jin greeted Cheng Yang who had just sat down, and sat opposite him without waiting for the other party's consent.

Chi Yu took a deep breath, stepped over the stool, sat down under Cheng Yang's indifferent gaze, put a chopstick of food to his mouth, looked up and saw that he was still looking at him, "Why?" He asked.