I wait for you to see through the scenery

Qu Jia had a bad time at the end of the semester, and Zhou Yao had a bad life as well.The temperature this winter was minus 10 degrees for Qu Jia, and minus 30 degrees for Zhou Yao.

Because he was the one who was scolded to "get out", and then he walked away with the pride of a little man.Turned around and left without looking back.

He no longer pretended to be stupid and made a smile on his face in a daze as before, and then held his little hands coaxing others humbly.They are not "little hands" for a long time, they are both grown-ups, and they will soon be grown-ups, what is this joke?Are you ignorant?

Is it possible to say casually to tell the other party to fuck off?

It was as if they kicked each other hard on an iron plate, and they both hurt.Some things are stuffed in Zhou Yao's heart, and there is a wall in front of the two of them, which is a contradiction that can no longer be covered up by playing silly and cute.He is really hurt.

Sitting at the desk at night, the paper crane that Qu Jia folded for him was still there, and it landed quietly on the lamp holder of the lamp without flying away.

The "Jiajia" paper crane is the big star on his table, occupying the lamp holder exclusively, bathed in warm yellow stage lights.As for other things, the desk stereo, several electronic ornaments, Transformers models, a large stack of CDs, and messy school utensils are all piled together to fill other unimportant places on the desk.

……

I ate less for dinner and lost my appetite at all.

The amount of food in the cow's stomach has become a cat's stomach, and I eat a bowl of cat food with rice grains every day, feeling unhappy.

Yu Jingzhi began to suspect that there was something wrong with her cooking skills again, did the cooking not taste good?I made it strictly according to the recipe. I am a knowledgeable and cultured strong woman. I study hard, I overcome psychological barriers, and I have the courage to practice and break through myself. The seasonings are all measured with measuring cups and spoons.

After two days, it became apparent that the two boys must have had a fight.

"Yaoyao, breakfast." In the early morning, Yu Jingzhi glanced at the bathroom door, "I made you burritos today."

Zhou Yao washed his face quickly, washing his face and brushing his teeth at the same time, spat out a pile of foam, spit everywhere.The comb was dipped in water and combed casually, and there was no need for washing, cutting, blow-drying and styling--I won't show it to Xiao Jiang!

I usually hang out in the class and play together, only a few acquaintances like Jiang Rong and Pan Fei are left, they are tired of coming and going, what's the use of having such a handsome hairstyle?

"Curlicakes, roll up various vegetables and eat with sweet noodle sauce." Yu Jingzhi gestured with her eyes, "Didn't you say you like it the most?"

His mother is really hardworking, and she can set out five or six plates for breakfast.

"I baked the cake, is it still good?" Yu Jingzhi didn't eat it by herself, she just sat across the table and watched Zhou Yao eat it, "Although it's definitely not as good as the one in the restaurant."

'It's okay. "Zhou Yao is chewing, telling the truth," but it's really not as good as in the restaurant. "

"I can't say it's modesty, but you can say it's picky." Yu Jingzhi was still wearing an apron, and she sacrificed too much for her son's image.She hasn't worn an apron much since she was young. When she married Comrade Zhou, she didn't cook in front of her in-laws.

"Am I honest, Mom." Zhou Yao whispered, "It's not as good as the lotus leaf cake baked by my Aunt Qu. She baked it very thin, soft and fragrant."

"Your mother baked this, it's thick, hard, and not fragrant, right?" Yu Jingzhi snorted.

"That's right." Zhou Yao nodded, drooping his eyelids, and said like chanting, "Mom, that's not what you do. Once you enter the kitchen, you're all wrong. Your hands are not In order to cook in the kitchen, pancakes were born. Your hands are for playing the piano and making music, and for writing papers with a pen. Aunt Qu is the hand for pancakes and the hand for cooking. She is good at cooking , even if you memorize a hundred cookbooks, it’s not as good as someone else changing a hundred tricks and just making them casually!"

"..."

"Who told you this?" Yu Jingzhi probably understood it all at once, and her face darkened, "Did Qu Jia's mother say that, or did Qu Jia tell you that?"

"Who said there is a difference..." Zhou Yao only ate one burrito, and couldn't eat any more, so he picked up his schoolbag, picked up his coat, and left.

"Qu Jia doesn't want to come to the academy, does he?" Yu Jingzhi realized the seriousness of the situation and was really worried, "He won't take vocal lessons anymore?"

"He will ignore me from now on."

Zhou Yao dropped these words softly, and showed his mother the back of her madly running out of the corridor.

I don't want to say any more, I feel uncomfortable.

My hands are not hands for pancakes, guitars, or slop carts.

Obviously, it is not the hand that hooks the honeycomb with the iron hook, nor the hand that carries the gas tank.

It's not the hands that wash the dishes and vegetables for you, or the hands that serve you the water to wash your feet.So I was out.

I also worked hard, I worked hard, and I tried my best to fight for it.I try my best to make myself appear more mature, considerate, and understanding without causing trouble. I was inexperienced and ignorant before, and now I have learned to do a lot of things.I've done all I can for this guy, and I'm still not good enough.I can't even blame Qu Jia, the two of them didn't get closer and closer, but seemed to drift farther and farther...

Qu Jia had deliberately alienated him at school and hardly talked to him.

After class, in the corridor; physical education class, as well as inter-class exercises, on the playground and on the way between commutes; going to school, after school, at the school gate, at the entrance of the alley... That big bastard named Qu Jia seems to be coming from his house anytime, anywhere. Life drifted away.

That kid Jiang Rong was sticking to him all day long, taking advantage of his classmates, eating in the cafeteria, doing exercises between classes, going to the toilet, and going to and from school all the way.

"Zhou Yao, are you going?" Xiao Jiang also packed her schoolbag, and she always walked erratically, as if she was waiting for him specially, "Go home?"

"You go first." Zhou Yao put his schoolbag on his right shoulder, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned around slowly, his walking gait became deeper.

Is it the taste of living to be 28, and taste the taste of broken love in a trance?Although he never admits that he is broken in love.Qu Jia just told him to "get out" for a few days, for a while.Neither was determined to say anything more hurtful.

Zhou Yao didn't want to go home, so he went to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet, and went with Xiao Jiang, and the two played games frantically to vent.

There are basically boys sitting around, and eight out of ten are playing games.Jiang Rong didn't seem to be in a good mood at that time, he was downright bored, he was particularly obsessed with playing the Windows version of "Legend of Sword and Sword", and threw all his pocket money to the Internet cafe.The fanatical generation of Internet users in Internet cafes are all students. The closer the final exam is, the more crazy they are looking for ways to decompress.

Zhou Yao quietly closed the game interface, and started to search for some keywords randomly. He couldn't help but search for photos of men with scantily clad, sexy and masculine appearances, as well as some taboo websites, male forums, and those with vague descriptions. post.

In the past, he and Qu Jia also came to the Internet to quietly study the physiological structure of "we men" and the shameful things in bed, and then happily practiced them on each other.

But Jiajia is not around anymore.

Looking at those unclothed hunks on the webpage, no matter whether they are yellow or white, they can always easily make up their heads into Qu Jia's face, but their bodies are not Qu Jia's body anymore.The body is wrong, the temperament is wrong, and the structure is wrong everywhere.

No matter the direction of the "triangular prism" or "six prism" is definitely not right, it is very awkward, very ugly, far less good-looking than the person he knows... He felt that his throat was not comfortable, and it was even more uncomfortable. Looking at those The thing is to drink poison to quench thirst, so I just fork it and don't read it.

Xiao Jiang wears earphones, stares at the screen intently, operates the keyboard flexibly with his fingers, twists and turns his legs hard when he zooms in to spawn monsters, and plays the game without distraction, as if he doesn't pay attention to what Zhou Yao is doing .

Xiao Jiang didn't come over to see what website Zhou Yao was on?

……

During the final exam week, those who still insist on playing on the playground after school every day, either don't worry about their grades at all, or they don't care about their scores in the exam.

Zhou Yao, Pan Fei and the others officially retired from the school team with honor.In the third grade of high school, many parents did not allow their children to play football, especially for fear of injury and fracture, so they played basketball and volleyball occasionally.

Zhou Yao shot from the outside, hit the backboard, and bounced off.

Zhou Yao voted again, and went straight far away, three non-sticks.

Zhou Yao dribbled the ball inside for a layup, and it crashed into Pan Fei's body. The ball flew out with him and almost hit the basketball stand. It was very dangerous. "Damn..." He bowed his head and scolded himself, wiped his face, "It stinks."

"What's the matter with you..." Pan Fei put his arms around him and squeezed him, and he could tell that something was wrong with him.

"Qu Jia!" Pan Fei suddenly yelled at the people passing by outside the playground, "Are you here to play?"

Qu Jia passed by with her schoolbag, shook her head, and didn't intend to come over.

"What are you hiding from?" Pan Fei wanted to smash the basketball with one hand, "Are you hiding from me?!"

What kind of thing is hiding from you, what number do you think you are, Qu Jia didn't pay attention, and walked straight past with the same attitude of not being stingy with anyone.

Zhou Yao glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, turned his head away and remained silent, as before in front of outsiders, he did not want anyone to notice that he had a little uncomfortable emotion, and he did not want to expose any "unsunshine" dark side of his temperament.

"What's the matter with this man?" Pan Fei turned his head and asked Zhou Yao.

"The store is busy." Zhou Yao said.

"The store is busy, do you still have time to pick up girls?" Pan Fei scolded.

"...Is he picking up girls?" Zhou Yao bit his lower lip, holding his breath.No, no, no.

With Xia Lan?If there is nothing, Qu Jia will not.

His second uncle, the two of us have not officially broken up yet.I'm so good to you, you won't.

Pan Fei glanced at both sides, and probably couldn't hold back his anger. He strangled Zhou Yao's neck, dragged him to a place where no one was around the basketball court, and asked, "Zhou Yao, just tell me the truth." , you boy, have you been looking for Xiaoxiao too often recently? What are you doing, you don't see me anymore?

"And Qu Jia, just the two of you, get together with Xiaoxiao in and out of class, and get together for lunch, too. You can't finish talking, don't you? Is there such a thing?

"Zhou Yao, if you have ideas about Huang Xiaoxiao and are interesting, please tell me the truth, I promise not to kill you and Qu Jia..."

Zhou Yao broke free from Pan Fei suddenly, he couldn't laugh or cry, at that time he really wanted to break off Pan Fei's head, shoot in an arc, and stuff it into the basket.

Zhou Yao panted, and looked at the other party very close: "I only have thoughts about you, is it okay, Brother Fei?"

Pan Fei immediately let go of him: "Oh, don't scare me to death."

Zhou Yao was a little angry: "Really, I have always been interested in you, can't you see it?"

"..."

"Go to Xiaoxiao quickly, go and go!" Pan Fei rubbed his goosebumps off, really responding.

After a while, Pan Fei turned back and asked softly, "Hey, do you think that I have a very good figure and I am very handsome? I can attract boys."

Zhou Yao stretched out his hand to squeeze Pan Fei's chin, and laughed out loud: "Brother Fei, you are as strong as a cow, you can have whatever you want, you are so handsome."

Leaning, hugging and pinching a few more times, looking at each other's figure, finally they couldn't stand the overly intimate physical contact, so they quickly pushed away, go, go, go!

Zhou Yao couldn't bear it himself.Before this step of the Cold War, I would never feel it. His earlobes, his palms, his chest, these places turned out to recognize people.

The breath hit his ears, his hands grabbed his hands, and his chest accidentally hit him. He couldn't bear it, because the strong boy in front of him was not Qu Jia.This is similar to a physical rejection reaction, his hairs stand on end after rubbing twice more.

Zhou Yao also remembered that day and asked his buddies, quietly: "Do you like my new pair of Jordan air cushions? The mainland doesn't sell that style, do you want it?"

These fashionable young students exchanged with each other brand-name clothes, shoes, watches and jewelry from Hong Kong and the United States. They also formed a circle in the imperial capital, and some people resold second-hand goods at high prices.

"I still have a pair of similar styles, brand new this spring, Brother Fei, do you want it?

"Don't be smug, I don't want to give it to you for free. I will sell it to you at the official original price. I won't sell it at a high price like those people. I won't raise the price." Zhou Yao said.

"Zhou Yao, are you short of money recently?" Pan Fei asked with concern, "Are you going to sell all your high-end shoes and animation models?"

"It's okay." Zhou Yao smiled, "It's sold, I don't want to keep it."

"Are you willing?" Pan Fei asked.

"What can't you bear?" Zhou Yao asked back.

"Are you okay?" Pan Fei suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Are you going to go abroad in a hurry after graduation, and you want to collect tuition fees?"

"I never wanted to go abroad." Zhou Yao bit his lip, "I don't want to go."

……

After the final exam, the rankings were released quickly, and the rankings of the science and liberal arts classes were posted at the entrance of the corridor again.

It was rare for Qu Jia to meet Zhou Yao that day. Zhou Yao passed by the corridor with his schoolbag on his back, said "excuse me", and walked through the crowd of people at the stairs.

Before Qu Jia even looked at his grades, he subconsciously searched for Zhou Yao's name first.

I looked up and looked for No. 1 in the science class, but it wasn't.

The second, the third, it wasn't Zhou Yao either, Qu Jia was already on the spot, silent, with his lips tightly shut...

Qu Jia suddenly turned around to look for someone, and Zhou Yao had already passed by.Zhou Yao didn't read the ranking list, and he knew how he did in the exam, and he could estimate the scores of each subject, so he didn't need to read it?

Qu Jia saw that Zhou Yao's grades on the big list ranked tenth in his grade, and if he was two points lower, he would fall out of the top ten.Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry did not have a full score, and they all lost points.

In fact, there are more than 200 people in the whole grade, and the top ten are also very impressive.90% of the people in the grade have never tasted what it is like to be in the top ten in the exam.

But for the name "Zhou Yao", this is an anomaly. This is already news among the students of the whole grade and in the teacher's office.

Zhou Yao played football alone on the playground that day.

No one played with him, so he took seven or eight footballs by himself, and placed them all in an arc 30 meters away from the goal.

Swing away the posture, one kick, another kick, and a free kick.

in.

in again.

I can still go in.Even after retiring from the school team, his kung fu and skills are still the same as before.

He just kept kicking, free kicks, long shots, burst shots!Playing round after round, watching the football go into the net again and again, or hit the crossbar on the goal post, making a loud "bang bang"...

until cramp.

He has cramps.

Standing on the playground, Zhou Yao suddenly bent down, pressed his knees, and then grabbed his calf, ah——

He immediately stretched the soles of his feet, damn it.

The pumping was so severe that my thighs and calves suddenly throbbed together.He sat on the ground, straightened his feet vigorously, and tried to stretch his calf muscles first.However, the muscle on the outside of the thigh constricted violently, as if shrunk into a ball, and a sharp pain shot out and hit his nerve.

what! ! !

There was no one around. After reading the results, they all left and went home. No one helped him on the playground.With a scream, Zhou Yao fell back and fell to the ground, twitching in pain.

He was held in someone's arms as he thrust his leg into the air.

Someone ran in from some corner outside the playground, rushed over, grabbed his twitching leg, broke it hard for him, slapped his thigh muscles,

In front of my eyes was the spinning sky, the wind was very strong, it would be cold to drink it, and I would breathe out clouds of white air.ah!ah!Zhou Yao yelled several times, and rolled on the ground trembling all over. At that moment, he couldn't hold back his emotions suddenly, and his eyes were blurred.

He glanced at the man standing in front of him and hugging his leg.He reached out to grab his leg and touched the other's fingers.It was as if he was drowning, suffocated, about to freeze to death, thirsty, burned, heartbroken, and all the uncomfortable feelings rushed to his throat and eye sockets in an instant, making his voice hoarse, his eye sockets hot, and unable to speak.He finally grasped the life-saving fingertips, and didn't want to let go.

He and Qu Jia's fingers touched each other, held his leg, and repeatedly stroked along the direction of the muscle, allowing the severe pain and spasm to be released slowly...

Other students in the same class passed by and finally saw the situation on the playground.Others looked at it from afar, and Xiao Jiang seemed to be the most active, running all the way over: "What's wrong with Zhou Yao? Ah, his leg cramps!"

Arriving just in time, Qu Jia sent Zhou Yao's leg into Xiao Jiang's arms.

"Eh?" Xiao Jiang held Zhou Yao's leg.

Qu Jia took a deep look at Zhou Yao, turned around and left.After walking more than ten meters away, he picked up the schoolbag thrown there, and left without looking back.

Xiao Jiang turned around and wanted to call out: "Qu Jia, don't go away, how do you rub this leg? I don't know how to rub it... Ah, don't go..."

Zhou Yao looked at Qu Jia and walked away indifferently without speaking to him.

He raised an arm to cover his face, to block the outburst of emotions. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry, but he managed to hold back the outburst.

The old problem has happened, the cramps are so severe, it is just that he eats too little three meals a day recently, the protein intake of dairy products is not enough, and he also suffers from insomnia. He is not feeling well.

At that time, he was writhing in pain and screaming, but he didn't realize it. When Zhou Yao fell asleep and couldn't sleep at night, he thought about it repeatedly, and with a very faint hope, he wondered where Qu Jia came from?

The direction that Qu Jia got out and ran back was at the beginning, two years ago, when he first came to Chaoyang No. [-] Middle School and joined the school team training, there was a little idiot hiding behind the barbed wire fence on the playground, under the electric pole, smoking a cigarette, peeping He trains.

The playground has been refurbished, and the broken barbed wire has been replaced with white painted iron fences.The telegraph pole is still there.

The peeping people under the telephone poles have quit smoking, and the physical evidence of the cigarette butts can't be found, but the people are still there.

Is Qu Jia really still there?

……

And Qu Jia's final exam was beyond the expectations of his class teacher and teachers of various subjects, and also beyond his own expectations, and he did well in the exam.

Zhou Yao fell back by ten places in the whole grade, and Qu Jia was just the opposite, he entered ten places.

Of course, their liberal arts students made up a class in total, and if he advanced ten places in the class, it was equivalent to advancing ten places in the whole year's liberal arts students.

Qu Jia packed his schoolbags and desks, and cleared his own mess in the desks and lockers in the back of the classroom.It's winter vacation.

The football boots he usually wears are stuffed in the locker, and the smell is quite unpleasant.It was the pair of sneakers that Zhou Yao gave him, worn by both of them.

Huang Xiaoxiao sat in the seat in front of him again, looked back at him, and smiled embarrassedly before speaking.

"Hey, did you do well in the exam?" Huang Xiaoxiao winked.

"You also did well in the exam," Qu Jia said.

"There is our grade Mathematics Taibao who helps me explain the questions every day and draws the key points of the exam for me. If I fail in the exam, I will feel sorry for them." Huang Xiaoxiao laughed out loud.

Then, the girl took out a class certificate with a photo on it and his name on it: "This is a three-month math cram school for the winter vacation and the next semester. It's the last three months, and the money has already been paid for you." , if you don’t go, the money will be wasted... Qu Jia, you can figure it out yourself.”

Qu Jia looked at his classmate Huang Xiaoxiao.

Just watch, you continue to act.

Huang Xiaoxiao was stared at in a panic, knocked her head on Qu Jia's desk, covered her face, don't look at me, don't look at me, ah——

"Really, you already knew it." Huang Xiaoxiao pulled the zipper on his pencil case back and forth, smiled, and couldn't hold back her words and was not good at lying. Finally, she let out a breath, "How could I? Money to help you pay tuition fees? I'm so bad at math, who of us can give the other a lecture?"

"Thank you." Qu Jia still said.

"You don't have to thank me because I'm also in your favor, otherwise Zhou Yao wouldn't have explained math problems to me. He's so busy." Huang Xiaoxiao said in a low voice, "After he finished explaining the questions, let me explain them to you again every day. Pass those key test points twice a day, can I pass the test?...Zhou Yao really wants to help you, Qu Jia, you work hard too, don't let Zhou Yao down."

Huang Xiaoxiao looked at Qu Jia very seriously, don't let Zhou Yao down.

The score has improved by ten places, because Qu Jia passed the math test this time.

The math devil test paper has improved from 60 points to 110 points in one fell swoop, and can drop ten in the liberal arts class.The whole class is very bad at mathematics, and the gap is in this subject.

Before the exam, he frantically gnawed at the set of exercises that Zhou Yao had written for him, the test sites for those exam questions that Zhou Yao had assigned to him, and after lighting the lamps and cooking oil to sharpen his guns and review for a few days, he just went to the exam without fear.

Zhou Yao is fucking awesome, the focus of Zhou Yao's planning for him is always the test center, and he can get a few big questions every time.

Then, Zhou Yao failed the exam himself.

I failed the exam.

……

In the big bag of medicines, there were several boxes of cold and anti-inflammatory medicines, so Qu Jia left the boxes without throwing them away.

He kept every little note on the pill box.When he got home, he put all the notes in an iron box and put them in the bottom drawer of the desk.

The iron box contained the souvenirs between him and Zhou Yao from childhood to adulthood: the yellowed photos of the two idiots in elementary school, the red string bracelets that have been worn out over the years, the subway ticket stubs used on New Year's Eve , and this time I’m going to talk about the Chinese translation manual...a box of odds and ends.

He kept them all, thinking about others when he saw things, and he would never throw away every memory.