I wait for you to see through the scenery

In the evening of the same day, Zhou Yao also followed the [-]-meter sprint to his Aunt Qu's shop.

He quickly went back to class to pack his schoolbag and came out. He also missed the evening self-study class.He quietly went into the shed to pick up the car, rode to catch up, and followed Qu Jia from a distance from behind, from the school gate to "Wufang".

In short, this section of the road is not long, and you are familiar with the road. You need to cross the road twice in the middle and pass three traffic light intersections.

He kept following, but Qu Jia rode fast, but he didn't notice the big tail behind him, so he didn't look back.

Isn't it impossible to turn back? Xia Lan is riding a bicycle next to Qu Jia. How can he turn back?

Zhou Yao was watching from behind. At that time, he was clearly wearing a coat and woolen gloves. The more he rode, the colder he was, his whole body was chilled, and he was very uneasy.

When Qu Jia was approaching the intersection, he seemed to turn to the left suddenly, and the car headed straight for Xia Lan's car.

With a "crack", the front wheels of the two cars inevitably bumped into each other, and they fell sideways, and the stirrups were almost entangled.

Zhou Yao also swayed in a hurry at the back, unable to stabilize the handlebars.The old driver of the mountain bike was so stupid that he almost rushed out and hit a tree.

How familiar this scene is.

At the corner of a small alley near the school, Qu Jia suddenly turned the handlebar, pinned Zhou Yao's front wheel, squeezed him all the way, squeezed, squeezed, pinned him under the wall, and then teased him: We are a classmate. Who is it, go and tell him, I want to chase him.

Zhou Yao looked dazed and at a loss. He might have been blinded by the fine sand blown by the cold wind, so he squinted his eyes and looked ahead, unable to believe his 300-degree myopia.

"what--"

"..."

When Qu Jia bumped into Xia Lan, he just nodded, and he "clicked" himself awake.

"Oh, sorry." He apologized softly.

He was riding all the way just now, and he was almost at the intersection of traffic lights, and he almost fell asleep!

Xia Lan was not far away, and Qu Jia rode his bicycle without saying a word, without saying a word.His slender eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and he dozed off crazily with full consciousness. With a trembling hand, he bumped into Xia Lan's car.Fortunately, he was driving a non-motorized vehicle.

The two almost fell together on the spot.

"Is that okay? Why are you hitting me?" Xia Lan supported Qu Jia's handlebar, and the schoolbag that Qu Jia was carrying on one shoulder fell to the ground.

"Fuck, I seemed to have fallen asleep just now." Qu Jia said.

"I thought you could fall asleep only after the exam!" Xia Lan looked at the man, "Sit in the back seat of me? I'll take you."

"No need." Of course Qu Jia refused.

How could it be possible to sit in the back seat of Xia Lan's car?It is also impossible for Xia Lan to sit in his seat.Qu Jia woke up as soon as he bumped into it, and blinked his red eyes a few times in the cold wind.

Xia Lan didn't invite him for the second time, and bent down to pick up Qu Jia's schoolbag from the ground, which was quite heavy: "Shall I help you carry the schoolbag?"

"You don't need to carry it." Qu Jia frowned, and reached for it, "No girl is asked to carry a schoolbag."

Xia Lan's temper is really that of an atypical girl, neither squeamish nor pretentious, and she rolled her eyes again: "Whatever you want." Then he threw the dead schoolbag on the back seat of Qu Jia's car, and then used the back seat clip fixed.Go away, don't waste this girl's time.

……

This is the scene that Zhou Yao witnessed from the rear just now.

This is the result of 300-degree myopic eyes riding a bicycle without wearing glasses when they go out of school. The scenes they see will be seriously distorted if they are supplemented with brain supplements.

In the small alley at the back door of "Wu Fang", Qu Jia came out with a bucket of garbage swill in one hand, went back and forth twice, took out two buckets, and loaded them on a tricycle.

Together with the original four barrels on the car, the cart was completely filled.

Yesterday it was Wang Guisheng who came to pull the swill truck, and the day before yesterday it was Lao Wang who commanded their two workers to ride over.Today, Qu Jia is not going to bother others anymore. The so-called landscaping and gardening company has dozens of employees who are waiting to be paid, and the pressure to take on jobs to make money is quite high.

He got on the seat, pedaled vigorously, let the tricycle slowly move its position, and rubbed it in the middle of the road, dragging a pile of dead things behind it.Even with the brute force of the young man, it was still quite strenuous. After a few kicks, he couldn't move, and was stuck in the middle of the alley.Can't go forward, can't go back, it's embarrassing.

The pedals seemed to be stuck directly, and he would break them if he tried harder.

Qu Jia cursed in a low voice that he was useless, really bad.He was also wearing a thick black plastic apron with gloves and a tracksuit and sweater underneath.

It was too obstructive and affected his combat effectiveness. Qu Jia directly took off the thick apron, then took off the sportswear, stripped off the sweater inside and threw it aside, and then put on the sportswear again.Wear a hollow one in cold weather.

"Excuse me." Someone passed by and frowned at him, "Oh," and squeezed past him against the wall of the alley.

Xia Lan came out from the back door: "Hey, are you leaving?"

"Is the pedal stuck, or is the wheel stuck?" Qu Jia sat on the seat and turned around and asked, "Can you help me find out where it is stuck?"

Xia Lan ran over and looked down: "You are just stuck in a soft pit. There is a pit, and you have to go over it."

Qu Jia: "Damn..."

"Don't push hard! That pedal is not strong, my mother has repaired it once, so don't break it for us." Xia Lan also took off her winter school uniform jacket and rolled up her sleeves.

"Your mother did it?" Qu Jia turned his head.

"Did I get kicked last time..." Xia Lan said honestly.

"Heh." Qu Jia laughed, alas.

Then Xia Lan supported the back of the cart with both hands, and shouted, "I pushed it, you go!"

Qu Jia was startled: "You can't do this, you're bored, I'll push."

"Are you going? Come on, you push forward!" Xia Lan called him, babbling so much nonsense.

Qu Jia didn't talk nonsense anymore, there was nothing to be sympathetic to, they were all the same way, the cabbage seedlings who grew up stubbornly from a ditch in the same soil, struggling to find their way out in the same quagmire, so there was no need to treat Xia Lan as a girl.

The so-called garbage swill truck in their small shop is not that bad and dirty. After all, it is a shop that sells breakfast snacks. The garbage is the leftovers of flour, oil and sugar and the things left on the table by customers.But dumped into the trash can for a while, the smell cannot be fresh and pleasant.Behind Qu Jia was the smell of sweaty feet and smelly shoes from the boys who took off their sneakers after kicking the ball.

Xia Lan tied her long hair behind her head, wrinkled her nose and tried to hold her breath, while Qu Jia had already stood up, standing on the pedals with both feet, leaning forward, exerting strength, and walking you.The tricycle also followed their strength and jumped forward!

The wheels of the car crossed the ridge, and the slop bucket bounced vigorously. I don't know if it was the sugar pancake from the morning or the leftovers from "Toad Spit Honey", but it must not be the spicy soup from last night. Lan didn't have time to raise his head to avoid the face...

Xia Lan let out a sigh, grabbed her school uniform and wiped it.

On the face, in the hair, on the chest.

Xia Lan tightly closed her lips, afraid of splashing her mouth.

Qu Jia had already seen it when he turned his head. Looking at Xia Lanza, he got out of the car with a cold face: "You ride, I will push from behind."

"The pedals are going to fall under my feet again," Xia Lan said, "I don't know how to ride. This tricycle is not as good as a two-wheeler."

"You ride! You go up!" Qu Jia rolled up his sleeves again, lifted the long trousers that were hanging on forever, and shouted Xia Lan into the car seat.The two of them are going to fight with this swill truck today, fight.

Seeing Xia Lan driving that tricycle straight into the thickest wall at the corner of the alley, and Qu Jia yelling, "It's crooked, you're going to spill it if you ride it crooked" and "The car is going to overturn", Zhou Yao was at that time Throwing down the bicycle, ran over from a distance, and grabbed the side fender of the cart that was about to roll over.

This cart is a simple transportation tool that has been modified to "professionally transport swill for 100 years". The back is not flat, and the left, right and rear are inlaid with aluminum alloy baffles. At first glance, it is produced by the workshop workers' family workshops.Even so, it would be overturned and spilled.

"Ah——" Xia Lan yelled, and tried hard to turn the car around, but she was really powerless, and the inertia of the car's tipping almost threw her out when turning.

"It's too heavy here, too heavy, I'm holding on!" Zhou Yao frowned.

"I'll hold on," Qu Jia said, "you get up."

"Don't compete with me," Zhou Yao said, "Move the upper bucket over to your side, it's all over here, it's too heavy for me."

Qu Jia grabbed some of the heaviest buckets and pulled them back, Zhou Yao struggled to pull the sunken and overturned fender, Xia Lan desperately straightened the car... The three of them worked together to lift the car back.

It was a cold day, panting crazily, everyone was sweating, and the white air constantly exhaled from their mouths covered up the smile on their faces.

"I don't know how to ride a three-wheeler either." Zhou Yao patted Qu Jia on the back and comforted him softly, "Qu Jia, if you ride a bicycle, I'll push it for you, no problem."

Zhou Yao took Xia Lan back to the store that day and said, this job is done by our boys, girls don't do this, you go to the kitchen to make sesame seed cakes.

Xia Lan stood on the steps and turned her head back frequently: "Zhou Yao, you haven't pushed this cart, have you? I've eaten garbage and smelly water once, so don't eat any more."

Zhou Yao also tossed his coat, threw it directly on the wall of the alley, and waved to the girl: You go, I can do it.

Qu Jia didn't speak, just sat back in the car seat without saying a word, and rode the swill truck all the way to the dumping treatment plant two miles away.

Zhou Yao was behind pushing the cart.He has energy, and pushing the cart doesn't take much effort, what the hell, but it's not a matter of energy or lack of energy... He held his breath so hard that he was about to suffocate, and could roll two miles away with a back roll at any time.

Qu Jia kept looking back at him.

On the way, Qu Jia stopped the car and took out a translucent plastic bag from his pocket.Zhou Yao held his breath and said, "Go quickly, don't stop!"

Qu Jia cut out two small holes in the plastic bag, put it on Zhou Yao's head, and then smiled: "Those eyes are 'eyes', can you see them?"

"I can't see anything anymore." Zhou Yao couldn't laugh or cry, "I don't wear it, I don't wear it!"

"Face protection, your face is important." Qu Jia said, "You don't need to look at the road, just follow me."

On the way back, the trash can was emptied, and the car became much easier to ride, and the atmosphere was refreshed all of a sudden.Zhou Yao picked up a piece of tarpaulin from the side of the processing plant, spread it on the back of the cart, and sat on it by himself: "Jiajia, take me away."

"You really don't think it's dirty?" Qu Jia turned to look at him, "Swiller, shall I pull you again?"

"My body is already dirty, that's all I am." Zhou Yao rolled up his sleeves, found a piece of clean skin on the inside of his elbow, and wiped his cheeks, forehead and mouth.

Qu Jia pedaled on three wheels, facing the afterglow of the sunset, walking on the streets of the capital, and suddenly opened his voice.

"Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat——Brother, I'll go ashore—"

What the hell!

Holy shit! !

Zhou Yao sat behind the scooter and laughed wildly, big singer, shut up and don't go crazy.

"Brother Qing, change another song for me..." Zhou Yao acted coquettishly, and patted Qu Jia's back with his palm, wanting to press a pause or fast-forward button to skip this song.

Qu Jia pedaled his bicycle with his head held high, with a hint of a smile on his face, a bit of a wave, a bold and unrestrained smile, and continued to the next sentence.

"En, en, love, love, swinging the rope—"

The voice penetrated the cold wind and pierced the gray-blue night in the evening.The sound drifted far away on the street, and many people turned their heads to look at the two psychopaths.

I would never sing this popular song before, but today I finally tore off the last layer of cheap reserve and pride, and I felt like I was rolling in the mud.This song is so fucking vulgar, so vulgar.

Qu Jia turned his head and took a deep look, looking at Zhou Yao's whole body.

Apart from his still handsome face, what else can Zhou Yao see?

Zhou Yao doesn't like to wear school uniforms. There are so many clothes at home, and students with fashionable and colorful clothes definitely don't wear school uniforms.Zhou Yao's cashmere sweater seems to be finished, and there is no way to get it.The corduroy pants are also flowery, all dirty and oily.A bucket might have been overturned just now, and it was all spilled on Zhou Yao, but Zhou Yao didn't say anything.It was the Mala Tang sold last night, the ingredients were equivalent to gutter oil, it was disgusting... If before, Zhou Yao would have complained a long time ago, but today he silently endured it without saying a word.

The last ray of orange sunlight hit Qu Jia's body, reflecting the calmness on his profile face. The setting sun immediately withdrew all its light and disappeared into the treetops.

It gets dark so early in winter, and the surroundings suddenly become dark.

Qu Jia parked the cart back to the back door of the shop, took a few steps to run up the wall, and helped Zhou Yao get his coat off.

The two of them stood in the dark of the small alley. Qu Jia saw that he was too dirty, so he didn't go over to hold his little hands or touch his little face, and pointed at the entrance of the alley: "Zhou Yao, go back, don't come here again."

Zhou Yao felt that Qu Jia's expression was not quite right: "...what's the matter?"

"Really, you can't even wash your clothes." Qu Jia picked up the big black oilcloth apron, "If you put it in the washing machine, your washing machine will smell of smelly shoes and gutter oil."

"It's fine if you can't wash it out, don't want it." Zhou Yao said.

Clothes are far less important than people.

"Be obedient, go home." Qu Jia said blankly, turned around and left.

"Qu Jia." Zhou Yao called out blankly.

"Don't let other people in the shop see it...don't come here again!" Qu Jia turned his head and said, "You have no reason to come to my mother's shop every day, you still come every day."

"Why can't I come?" Zhou Yao held back for a long time, and broke out without even thinking about it, "Xia Lan should come to your place?...Why don't you tell her to go away?"

"Nonsense, her mother is making pancakes in this shop, didn't you see?" Qu Jia stopped and stared back at Zhou Yao, who was simple and indistinguishable.

Zhang Huilan is in the same unfortunate situation as Qu Liandi, a middle-aged laid-off female worker with no diploma and no job, so what can she do if she doesn't come here to make pancakes.

"Where is your mother, where is your father?" Qu Jia walked back with big strides, "Who is your teacher Yu, Professor Yu?...Zhou Yao, should you stay in this store!"

With just a few words, Zhou Yao froze in place, unable to catch up.Qu Jiating is good at bickering and fighting, but he doesn't usually use his expertise on Zhou Yao.

"Don't let your mother see this, she doesn't scold me, she's doing me a favor and I want to slap myself." Qu Jia came over and almost pressed Zhou Yao's chest, his hands seemed to hold Zhou Yao's face, and he wanted to hug him very much. I really wanted to comfort the other party, but I withdrew my hand and didn't touch it.Because his hands were too dirty, there was black oil under his nails, he didn't want to touch Zhou Yao's face with his dirty hands.

Zhou Yao's chest heaved, and he was still not good at speaking harshly when he was in a hurry, but he seemed to have run 1500 meters in the big playground, panting wildly.

Qu Jia's attitude towards him was hot and cold, it had been a while, and he was almost used to it, and he ran all the way to catch up with him wishful thinking.

A few harsh words came over me today, but I'm still not used to it.He couldn't bear Qu Jia's talking to him in such a tone, every word poked in his eyes with sharp edges and corners, making his eyes moist and painful.

It seemed that Qu Jia was at this important crossroads in his life, suddenly stepped on the brakes abruptly, turned around and walked back, and was about to dump him out of the car.

The light in the back door flickered and the door opened.

Qu Liandi came out suddenly, also in a panic, with a plastic food bag in her hand: "Yaoyao? When did you come, are you going in with auntie?"

Zhou Yao remained motionless, biting the corner of his mouth and trying to maintain his emotions, very aggrieved, while Qu Jia turned his face away.The two boys used sawing eyes to create a tense atmosphere, but they never quarreled for their mother to see.

"The meat biscuits I made in the afternoon are delicious, and I saved them for you." Qu Liandi was running towards Zhou Yao, but suddenly made a 90-degree turn under her feet, and stuffed the biscuits for Qu Jia.

"Give it to Yaoyao, you give it." Qu Liandi signaled her son with his eyes, go, feed it to Yaoyao, wiped his hands and hurriedly walked back, "It's so cold outside, come in after talking, don't be stupid outside stand……"

Qu Liandi wore a hair-tie headscarf in various colors, which perfectly covered the hairline and the piles of white hair on the temples. "The old neighbors at the window are all staring at the scarf, and they all praise me for being fashionable, like the hairstyle of a tennis player. Who can tell that I haven't dyed my hair?" Qu Liandi showed off to a few old ladies in the store.Zhang Huilan laughed at her, "You are the most beautiful!"

But her son knows that she hasn't had time to dye her hair for a long time, so don't take off that coquettish flower headband.

Zhou Yao is also very familiar with Aunt Qu, and he can also see the white hair protruding from the edge of the flower scarf.

Qu Jia carefully held the corner of the food bag, and handed the biscuit to Zhou Yao: "My mother made it, and it's for you, eat it."

"Jiajia, I also know that you feel uncomfortable. I don't want to quarrel with you or cause trouble for you." Zhou Yao said every word with difficulty, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "I'm not as good as Xia Lan. Capable, she can help your mother open a shop, make sesame seed cakes and Malatang, I don’t know how to do it, right? She can help you push the cart, I’m not from your alley, I’m not from the primary school attached to your machine tool factory, I’m not worthy to push this cart Is it right? Then I... I will do something else for you, okay?"

Qu Jia fell into a daze for a moment, his eyes throbbed, his heart sank rapidly, he really wanted to hug Zhou Yao, and wanted to cover Zhou Yao's mouth with something soft that could express friendship.

"I just don't want you to be left behind, I still want to take you forward, the final exam will be soon, and the college entrance examination next year, if possible, I really want to take the exam for you! I will do everything for you Once you do it, you just use your brain to memorize all the answers. You only need to write your name on the test paper every time someone is present!

"I just want you to know that I'm always here and I'm not going away.

"However, I just feel that in the past few months, suddenly, it seems that what I do is wrong, and you start to think I'm annoying... I don't understand what you want, Qu Jia, you want me How can you be satisfied?"

No, far away.

Qu Jia shook his head, that's not the case.

How could I be dissatisfied with you.Zhou Yao, you are just too kind, but you are too stupid.

Can always be perfect, can not find fault.You are a simple, childish and passionate fool!

Qu Jia took Zhou Yao's hand and held it, and the black mud and oil stains on his hand immediately covered Zhou Yao's hand.

He rubbed Zhou Yao's fingers vigorously, pulled Zhou Yao's hand violently, and opened five fingers: "Zhou Yao, look at your hands... your hands are not good at doing this, your hands should be the same as yours. Mom and dad have the same hands, with slender fingers and neat nails. In the future, they will be like your dad’s hands, tracing engineering drawings and typing on computer keyboards. Are you here to play with me spreading pancakes?...Zhou Yao , are you out of your mind?

"I have to stay here, how do you think I want to?... My mother is over 40, can I let her pull that swill truck!"

Qu Jia turned his head and pointed to the back door, and pointed at the back of Qu Liandi who disappeared inside the door: "Do you think this is playing, Zhou Yao? No. This is fate."

For Qu Jia, God had no sympathy or mercy for him in his youth.All this is a physical temper and punishment for him, and a psychological torture and test. There will be no end to the turmoil and setbacks, and he falls on the shoal in the torrent, unable to find his way.

Zhou Yao still couldn't hold back his emotions, trembling and choking.

He didn't say those emotional words to anyone else, he often acted like a spoiled child, and there were very few real confessions.Qu Jia seldom said such poignant words.

Not far away was a solitary electric pole, with a solitary lamp hanging on it, and the faint light flickered in front of the two of them.Some people are like the lonely lamp in the old alley. It has been there since more than ten years ago and has been standing there without moving.

"I'm doing it for you, Zhou Yao." Qu Jia said coldly.

"Fuck me!" Zhou Yao also broke out suddenly, stubborn and persistent, "You don't do this, I don't listen, do you think I'm in the way?"

"You're just in the way, get out!" Qu Jia turned around and threw a sentence like chopping a brick.

"..."

Zhou Yao was stunned, his eye circles were red, and his lips were tightly closed.

Qu Jia was also stunned.

What did he just say?

"You tell me to leave," Zhou Yao said, "We have been friends for so many years, and you are only telling me to leave now. Is there anyone around you who treats you better than me?"

Some words are used to being said in ordinary times, and Qu Jia often said this sentence: Get out, get out, get out, fuck off.

This kind of words can be said casually when the two of them are intimate and joking, but they must not be said when they are arguing.

"Someone treats you better and more useful than me, you tell me to get out." Zhou Yao said.

"You should remember to review the answer paper I gave you. The final exam will be in a few days." Zhou Yao walked over and said to Qu Jia's face, "Xia Lan will definitely not be able to make that paper, only I can give it to you." Write those answers!"

Zhou Yao turned around and left, clutching his coat, and picked up his schoolbag from the steps of the back door.

The shadow flickered under the street lamp, dragging longer and longer, and getting lighter and weaker.Get on the bike without looking back.

The back view is also very firm and self-respecting.

Qu Jia stood where he was, his whole body seemed to be hollow, and it wasn't just the sweater under the tracksuit that was ripped off.Zhou Yao's back seemed to steal his heart away, he wanted to catch Zhou Yao's back, and wanted this person back.

He didn't even know what was said just now.

He may have been too tired recently, being forced by everything, squeezing him into a corner with no way out, his mentality collapsed.

Which sentence is from the heart, which sentence is anger or nonsense...

Qu Jia's fingers also trembled, and he took out his pocket.There is no smoke in the pocket, only sugar, no cigarettes, no sparks around,

He was blown through by a cold wind passing through the alley.Watching Zhou Yuan walk away is like watching the already thin sunlight recede inch by inch before his eyes, and all the warmth goes away from him.

They were both too young then, not that mature and thoughtful, and neither of them had their birthdays yet.Only when you see the most beautiful back suddenly turn around, and leave without hesitation, will you understand how important that person is. The company of that person is the air, the sun, the water, every breath, every inch of thinking and consciousness .Zhou Yao turned around and left.