sinovels Chapter 114 Finally Chapter Comes
Chapter 114 Finally Chapter Comes
Because his student status is in Chongli, Yang Yixin wants to go back to Wenyang.Shang Yuan insisted on finishing the work at hand, and spared a day to accompany him back home.
Since returning to Wenyang after the last car accident, he has not been back for many years, so looking at the unfamiliar road outside the car window, it took him a long time to recognize what it was like before.
A large area of the old city center was demolished, and high-rise buildings rose from the ground. He looked at the high-rise buildings in the distance and said, "It seems that my house has also been demolished."
Shang Yuan followed his gaze and looked out the window, and couldn't help but think of the old city, where the dark, damp, and dirty alleys interspersed, where thieves and criminals sneaked in.
Yang Yixin came out of that place, like a growing weed.Shang Yuan once thought that he could grow this weed into a house flower, but it seemed to be successful, but it seemed to be in vain.
"Do you miss it?" Shang Yuan asked.
"I don't miss it. It's good that the ghost place is gone. It should have been taken care of." Even so, Yang Yixin's expression was not cold.
That place is also his former home, perhaps because he has been wandering for a long time, and he occasionally wants to see the home he once owned.Those old buildings were bulldozed and bulldozed, and everything in the past was buried in the mud, but he still remembered Yang Shen's appearance, and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like now if Yang Shen was alive.
The car was driving towards Chongli High School, and the roads gradually became familiar. These streets have not changed much. Yang Yixin recognized the road he had to pass when he went to school, and couldn't help but say: "Do you remember? We used to race bicycles here, and we were caught The traffic police caught him and taught him a lesson for a long time.”
"Remember, you came out behind me on a bicycle and hit me."
"It's because you ride too slowly, so you can't blame me entirely!"
"It's because you rode too fast, as if rushing to reincarnate."
"?" Yang Yixin thought the words were familiar.
Shang Yuan continued: "You still scold me: even reincarnation can't keep up with the hot one."
"How do you remember so clearly?"
Shang Yuan said: "Good memory."
In fact, it is not entirely because of his good memory, but because he and Yang Yixin were only together for a few months at the beginning. After Yang Yixin disappeared, he recalled the details of the past few months over and over again, and he had already forgotten every detail of life. Engraved in my mind, even if I want to forget it, I can't forget it.
The car soon arrived at the entrance of Chongli High School. The school has changed a lot in recent years. The school gate has been renovated, and the campus has also been expanded. The outer walls of the teaching buildings are spotless, and they have probably been repainted.
It was the class time at this time, and the voice of reading the text came from the classroom of the first year of high school. Yang Yixin looked up at the classrooms in the teaching building, and for some reason, he was a little unable to move his feet.
"What's wrong?" Shang Yuan asked while holding his hand.
Yang Yixin smiled, "Suddenly remembered that we were late once, and we were caught by the teaching director downstairs, and we were almost caught in puppy love."
While talking, suddenly a middle-aged man came over and said, "Who are you looking for?"
The middle-aged man has a fat body, with many wrinkles and ravines on his face. He looks almost 50 years old, but his hair is still black and thick, like a wig.
The two turned their heads, and the middle-aged man stared at them for several seconds, then suddenly pointed at them and said, "Are you Shang Yuan? Yang Yixin?"
Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.Yang Yixin took a closer look, isn't this the former dean?
"Hello, Director." Yang Yixin greeted.
The dean was about to ask again, when he suddenly saw their holding hands, his expression changed suddenly.
Shang Yuan never dealt with him, and he didn't come to look for him today, so he didn't say anything, but put his arms around Yang Yixin's waist against his shocked gaze.
The dean's face changed again and again, and he couldn't help but think of the various little actions of these two people in the past, good guy, he almost saw through their puppy love!
"I'm here to run the school, so go get busy." Yang Yixin politely asked the dean to leave before Shang Yuan made further provocations.
When the dean left, Yang Yixin couldn't help laughing out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Shang Yuan pinched his waist.
Yang Yixin hid in his arms so itchy, grabbed his wrist, and said, "I think it's interesting. The director seems to be angry."
"It's normal for him to be angry when he sees my face."
"Because you are a thorn, he can't control you."
"It's because the old man is too small."
"It's because the old man is too stubborn, but his heart is not bad."
"He's still a dean now."
"Haven't you been promoted for so many years?"
"Ah."
The two chatted one after another, and when they reached the building of the Political and Education Office, a woman was already waiting at the door.
"To the vice principal." Shang Yuan stepped forward to shake hands with her.
"Respect teacher." Yang Yixin looked at the woman in front of him, feeling a little sour in his heart.
Jing Xinran became the vice principal, but she looked at Yang Yixin as if she was looking at that child back then, with love, pity and a bit of sternness.
"Yang Yixin." Jing Xinran only called out his name, and suddenly her eyes turned red, and she sighed, "You're finally back."
These words hit Yang Yixin's heart in an instant. The teacher Jing who took extra care of him back then has not let go of him as a student these years.
Jing Xinran led them into the office, and asked leisurely: "When you left suddenly, I searched through the college entrance examination rankings, but I still couldn't find your name. When I looked at the back, I knew you didn't take the exam, because you are so outstanding. , your grades must be among the best, but I was lucky enough to make it to the end, alas, without you. I followed the next year, but you were still not there. Yang Yixin, where did you go? Why did you come back now? "
Yang Yixin lowered his eyes to look at the table, the sourness in his heart could not be increased, and finally he could only say a thousand words: "I was in a car accident, and I have only cultivated for a few years."
"How come no one knows about such a big thing? I'm really anxious, and the chemistry teacher treats you like a baby, and asks me about your situation every day." Jing Xinran glanced at Shang Yuan, and couldn't help but sigh With a sigh of relief: "Shang Yuan is the same. Since you disappeared, it's like a different person. A car accident killed both of you."
Yang Yixin clenched his fists.It wasn't the car accident that harmed them, but the selfishness and cold-bloodedness of Ran's father and son.
He suppressed the anger that surged in his heart, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't disappear this time."
"Okay, that's good." Jing Xin smiled gratifiedly, but changed the subject and said, "Have you forgotten all the things you learned before? Taking the ordinary college entrance examination is a big challenge now. "
Yang Yixin was not afraid, and said firmly: "It is indeed a challenge, but I can only face it."
After saying goodbye to Jing Xinran that day, Yang Yixin immediately began to pick up high school knowledge.
It was already mid-October at this time, and the college entrance examination was less than a year away.
Shang Yuan vacated a study room for him. There were textbooks and exercise books piled up on the desk for a long time, and the trash can began to be filled with draft paper, but the handwriting was like a dog crawling. It was Yang Yixin holding the pen with his fingers, trembling. Written tremblingly.
It was really troublesome to hurt his right hand, so Yang Yixin began to learn to write with his left hand. For this reason, he specifically asked Shang Yuan for left-handed writing skills.
At this time, Shang Yuan had just finished the meeting, and as soon as he entered the office, he saw Yang Yixin lying on the table, copying a copybook with his left hand, and barely writing a few neat words.
Seeing that Shang Yuan came back, he asked, "You're finally back, do you have time later?"
"What?" Shang Yuan came up behind him, rubbed his chin and watched him practice the dog crawling word.
"Teach me, write with your left hand."
"It can be taught, but..."
"but?"
"I'm a businessman."
"Ok?"
"What are you going to pay for your tuition?"
Yang Yixin thought for a moment, raised his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, seeing that he was silent, kissed him again, facing his gradually deepening gaze, and asked slyly: "How much more do you have to pay?"
Shang Yuan stared at him for a few seconds, bent down, and locked him between himself and the table with his arms, as if he was thinking about whether to make a move.
Yang Yixin was leaning on the table frankly, waiting for his next move, maybe a kiss, maybe something more excessive, which made him look forward to it.
However, when the tip of their noses almost touched, Shang Yuan stopped, then retreated lightly, put the pen he took from the table into Yang Yixin's hand, and said, "Teach you how to write, turn around."
Yang Yixin turned around steadfastly, and Shang Yuan covered him from behind and held his left hand.
"Relax."
Shang Yuan swept away the copybook, and took his hand to write the beautiful regular script on the white paper, with every bend and bend flowing smoothly, like a unique rhythm.
But after only writing a few words, Shang Yuan let go and asked, "Have you learned it?"
"I feel it." Yang Yixin painted a ladle on a gourd, and wrote a line under Shang Yuan's words. It's not very pretty, but it can be read.
It just so happened that Zhuang Yuxie knocked on the door and came in, signaling to Shang Yuan that there would be a visitor later.
Shang Yuan took his suit jacket and went out. When he reached the door, he said to Yang Yixin, "I'll send you back later. I'm going on a business trip tonight. Take care of yourself and don't stay up late."
Yang Yixin responded and watched Shang Yuan leave.
It seems that this business trip will not take him with him.
Shang Yuan no longer carries him around like a pendant, which may be a major improvement in the relationship between the two.
In the evening, Shang Yuan finished his day of entertainment, went back to the office to pick up his things, prepared to fly overnight, and rushed to the next day's meeting non-stop.
There are still a few people working overtime in the company, Shang Yuan entered the dark office, Yang Yixin has already left, but there are still scattered papers on the table where he has practiced calligraphy.
He was about to throw the draft paper into the trash can when he suddenly saw a few lines neatly written on a piece of white paper.
"I give you thin streets, hopeless sunsets, and wild moons."
"I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon."
"I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith."
"I give you interpretations of your life, theories about yourself, your true and amazing existence."
"I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart."
Shang Yuan held the piece of paper, imagining that Yang Yixin pressed the paper with his injured right hand, and then used his left hand to clumsily write these words stroke by stroke. There is nothing wrong with planning.
A few love poems, admiration and piety.
Shang Yuan folded the paper in half and put it in the notebook carefully.
He thought about these words silently along the way, and Yang Yixin's happy, sad, and angry looks appeared in his mind, as well as the lonely figure when he looked up at the night sky at a certain night, and the unguarded side face when he snuggled up to him , or the sharp knife stabbing at his chest when he was furious and mad, and the sly smile when he was trying to be cute.
It was as if he had peeked into his heart and knew what he wanted.
He discovered his obsession and possessiveness, so he quietly put his heart on the paper and sent it to him to appease the restlessness in his heart.
Shang Yuan suddenly felt his heart throbbing, as if because of this confession, he returned to the age when he first fell in love.Hot blood flowed through his body, and his hands and feet became warm.
Under the dim light of the night, his brows and eyes softened, and some sharp and cold things melted slightly.The scars left by the hatred and pain that plagued him for years were also quietly healed.
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The poem is "What Can I Keep You" by Borges