A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Chapter 42

The days of school seemed to be spent day by day while Song Zhiyu looked back frequently.

After the mid-term, the buffering sports meeting is over, and the college entrance examination is approaching, the night is getting darker and faster, and Zhang Yongxiang's procrastination time is getting longer and longer.Although Zhang Yongxiang specifically approved Song Zhiyu not to use it for evening self-study, in fact, in a sense, being at school is more interesting than being at home.If it is not the special days such as spring outing, autumn outing, school celebration, sports meeting, etc., I still try to come when I can.What he had to admit was that there were indeed people he wanted to see every day in this high school in a bustling city.

This street, like most streets in N City, is planted with sycamores that shed hair all year round.Behind the sycamore tree of the third class counting from left to right from the school gate, stood the person Song Zhiyu wanted to see every day.

one.

"The weather is cold, don't always wear clothes with your arms open. It was just right for you to catch a cold last time, so what should you do if you catch a cold again this time?" Zhou Cheng frowned slightly and took the trouble to pull the zipper of his school uniform from bottom to top for him.

"How do you, a big man, live like an old mother? I'm fine, I'm not...cough cough...huh?" As he spoke, his body seemed to intentionally slap Song Zhiyu in the face, and he coughed on his own.

Song Zhiyu looked into Zhou Cheng's eyes with some guilt: "You're wrong about this, I won't catch a cold again, because the last time, ha, it didn't get better at all..."

Zhou Cheng frowned deeper, and said, "Why so long?" He was about to reach out to feel the temperature of his forehead, but Song Zhiyu nimbly dodged it.

"It's like this when the season changes. You don't need to touch it, and it's cold. Why are you hiding here? I thought you had left early. Lao Xiang is getting more and more abnormal. He simply hired someone to pick up her daughter to and from work, just to be with her." We fought to the end. It's really hard to imagine that in the third year of high school, he will evolve into the ultimate state." Song Zhiyu naturally walked to Zhou Cheng's side, shoulder to shoulder with him, and walked home, walking On the one hand, they complained one after another.

Zhou Cheng explained: "At first I was standing at the school gate and waiting. When I saw that the lights in your class were dark, Lao Xiang went downstairs and walked towards this side. I hid behind a tree in a hurry. The meeting place in the future It's changed, I'll wait for you behind this tree."

Song Zhiyu asked puzzledly: "Old Xiang won't teach you anymore, why are you running away when you have nothing to do?"

Zhou Cheng said: "He doesn't teach me anymore, but isn't he that kind of director? I heard that the crackdown has been severe recently, so I feel a little guilty when I see him..."

Realizing what Zhou Chengkou meant by "strike hard", Song Zhiyu blushed uncontrollably, but luckily it was dark and he couldn't see it.He whispered: "It's okay, no one will notice."

The school has a new leadership team, and it is very strict in terms of student discipline.Credits will be deducted for being late and leaving early for a certain number of times, not to mention things like fighting and falling in love.In the first minute, you can go in and out of the cafeteria, in the grove of the back mountain, hug and hold high, and in the next minute you can meet your future parents-in-law and father-in-law in the class teacher's classroom.What's more, if the circumstances are serious and those who refuse to mend their ways after repeated admonitions will be directly expelled from school.

"Of course I won't be discovered. You won't be able to yell out in the classroom all day long. Even if I want to dance on the tip of a knife, I won't have a chance." Zhou Cheng was a little dissatisfied at this point.

Song Zhiyu blinked and said, "You can dance solo."

Seeing that Zhou Cheng didn't react, Song Zhiyu went on to say, "The opportunity to create an opportunity is right in front of you, and I haven't seen you cherish it." After saying a few more words, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but cleared his throat to counteract it. The itching in the throat turned out to be self-defeating and a series of coughing broke out instead.

"It's all like this and it's not hot. Strange, why doesn't it get better?" Taking advantage of Song Zhiyu's inattention, Zhou Cheng held Song Zhiyu's hand that came up to the stage due to coughing, and brought the other person closer to him, so that his forehead touched.

It was getting cold, and Song Zhiyu could feel the heat from both sides' breath.

Song Zhiyu scolded: "Is it enough? Let go, there are still people on the street..."

People on the street are in a hurry, and they all walk in front of each other with masks on, really like doomsday zombies.However, the air pollution is a bit serious, Song Zhiyu decided to wear a mask when going out tomorrow.

"Wait a little longer, it's still close." Saying that, Zhou Cheng let go of Song Zhiyu's slightly hot forehead, and gently pressed the bridge of his nose against the tip of his nose, as if he wanted to use this as a fulcrum to complete a lever movement, Touching to lips touching.

"It was you who let me create the opportunity." Zhou Cheng made an urgent statement after letting go of the momentary behavior.

"I said it, I admit it!" Song Zhiyu gritted his teeth.He still doesn't understand why the two pieces of flesh on two people's bodies touch together, which can make his heart beat faster.

"You are really not afraid that I will infect you with a cold."

"Don't be afraid, I will share weal and woe with you." Zhou Cheng even squeezed closer to Song Zhiyu on purpose.

A road has an end, and the two parted at the last crossroads.Originally, Zhou Cheng insisted on sending Song Zhiyu to his house, but in fact, it was always like this before Song Ma and Wang Zhijun came back.

"I'm sorry, but I actually didn't go to the sports meeting that day." Song Zhiyu said.Since he was a child, he hasn't participated in a few group activities, so why hasn't he thought about explaining it to anyone?Because there is no one who needs his explanation.

"I just remembered to tell me now, it's too late, I found out a long time ago. There's no way, I'm sick after all. It's a good thing you didn't come. If you really came, I would be the one who should feel guilty and blame myself." gone."

"But……"

"It's okay, the opportunities in the future are still bad. Besides, you are so busy with your studies every day, where do you have so much energy to think about these things. I will test how your review is. How many years did the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement last? "

"1851-1864." Song Zhiyu blurted out without thinking, Zhou Cheng took advantage of his inattention and rushed to the opposite street.

"I don't know who is the one who doesn't want to study every day?" Song Zhiyu complained in his heart.

Zhou Cheng on the opposite side shouted at Song Zhiyu: "Don't sleep in late tomorrow, let's eat steamed buns tomorrow morning?"

"Eat a fart."

……

When I was downstairs in my house, the upstairs lights were on.When Song Zhiyu reached the stairs, the corridor was also lit, but the lights in the corridor were repaired by Zhou Cheng.The cold didn't get better after two weeks, and Song Zhiyu even suspected that it wasn't a common cold at all.But you can't go to the search engine to search like last time, because most of the search results are dead ends.

Climbing a flight of stairs can make you half-tired. Song Zhiyu is really envious of the old man in a certain ad, who can go up to the sixth floor in one go after eating health supplements.Every time he sees that ad on TV, he tunes in, because it seems to be mocking him: You are worse than an old man.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a person squatting at the door.Song Zhiyu's consciousness was a little trance, and he almost couldn't control his figure and was tripped by him.

"Be careful, don't step on the broken porcelain on the ground."

The person squatting on the ground is Wang Zhijun who looks like an intellectual with glasses. His well-maintained hands are currently picking up pieces of broken porcelain on the ground.

"Xiao Yu." Wang Zhijun called Song Zhiyu to stop.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just want to say that luckily the broken vase is fake."

Wang Zhijun smiled. There was an imperceptible red mark on his hand. When he noticed it, it had completely opened and started to ooze blood slowly.

But Song Zhiyu didn't care about it, and just asked him warily, "Where's my mother?"

Wang Zhijun replied: "In the big room, you can go to her. It just so happens that she also has something to discuss with you."

Today's Song Ma lost her usual stern look, and her hair that had been coiled up was scattered on her shoulders.Ten years ago, she was a beauty, and ten years later, she was still considered to be the most beautiful girl in her age group. Moreover, Mama Song's real surname was Song, and her name was Song Wen.

Song Zhiyu didn't care about these things, and walked straight up and lifted her long hair that covered her face, revealing the bruises on her browbones and her red and swollen side face.

"Why bother? It's not like you can't live without him? Before you get married..." Song Zhiyu saw Song Wen's low-browed and pleasing appearance, which was completely different from the past, and a sense of boredom came from his heart.

Before Song Zhiyu finished speaking, Song Wen slapped angrily on the left side of the cheek.

"Tsk. How great would it be if you could have this kind of slap when the surname Wang hit you?" Song Zhiyu couldn't describe whether the slap was ringing or not. Song Wen's slap seemed to go straight into his brain. In it, the human skin is the drum head, and the lingering sound enters the brain.

"Hey, you're still young, there are some things you don't understand." The anger seemed to be stored in the slap just now, and Song Wen, who had vented his emotions, was a gentle mother again.

Song Zhiyu really doesn't understand, he can only understand that Song Wen has the tendency of Stockholm syndrome, and Song Wen, who is usually a strong one both at work and with himself, can bear the beating and scolding of this unmanly Wang Zhijun, Crying and hugging the man's leg begging him not to leave.

If Song Wen is not his mother, Song Zhiyu can do as they like, anyway, this is their business after all.Song Zhiyu had no choice but to participate in this layer of ethical relationship that existed, at least before economic independence.But even if Song Zhiyu was lucky enough to live to the day when he became financially independent, would he be able to turn a blind eye to the 20 years of upbringing with peace of mind?

Such and such moral dilemmas have always existed.

Forget it, if you think too much, you will die early.

Song Zhiyu asked: "By the way, that person said you have something to discuss with me?"

It was only when this matter was mentioned that Song Wen's swollen face regained its brilliance.When she mentioned this matter, her face showed girlish yearning: "Your uncle and I have saved some money over the years, and your uncle is about to change jobs. I plan to buy a cheaper one for the three of us in the lower market." I live together in a larger house. Although the house here can’t be sold, it’s good to keep it for rent. Don’t worry about going to school. Your uncle contacted the county over there, and I heard that the rate of entering a higher school is higher than yours. The school I go to now is much higher!"

Song Zhiyu was taken aback after hearing this, and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

"What if I don't agree?"

The author has something to say:

If I hadn’t written that prologue, there might not have been a difference (Wang Tian) I still have to fill in the hole I dug before, but it’s just a pain for Xiao Song.I thought about several reasons for their separation, and I really couldn't bear to have any misunderstandings. Fortunately, I wrote a scumbag before.