who called him an onion essence

There is nothing special about life in high school, except that the academic tasks are heavier and the minds of the people around are more unpredictable, but that's all.

The freshness of the first arrival quickly faded away, and many people began to seek stimulation other than immersing themselves in studies, participated in many activities or became members of clubs.Yang Cong was bored, so he also joined the literature club. He didn't have any activities, so he just wrote something regularly and put it in the school newspaper.As a little monster, Yang Cong read the travel notes left by the monks, and with a flick of a pen, he started to serialize novels. Of course, it is the type that promotes righteousness in three views and preaches that good and evil are rewarded.

The school leaders originally refused to agree, but after reading two or three chapters, they felt that the student's writing was quite immature, but the content of the story was quite positive, so he gave it up as soon as he relaxed.The president of the Literature Club is a senior in the second year of high school. Now she is holding Yang Cong as a treasure, and she is very enthusiastic to draw him into the liberal arts: "The second year of high school is divided into subjects. If you are interested in writing, you can study liberal arts! Here There are more beautiful girls hahahaha!"

Yang Cong glanced at her: "I don't like girls."

The senior sister didn't understand what he meant, but she knew that the other party was young, but her thoughts were very mature: "Oh! You will understand in the future—" At this point, she stared at Yang Cong's face for a while, I couldn't help being discouraged, "Well, you will definitely look good, and girls will like you."

"I do not care."

"Okay, I'll go back first, remember to come to liberal arts!" If Yang Cong reads literature, he can change the situation that liberal arts has always been suppressed by science!

Indeed, in the past few years, there have been no outstanding students in the liberal arts. On the contrary, there are people who enter the top ten in the college entrance examination every year in the science department. Although they are not the parties, they are all quite aggrieved.In case when it's their turn to take the exam, the results are still not comparable... It's too miserable.

Many people in Yang Cong's class already have vague ideas about the division of subjects, but the final result not only depends on the students' wishes, but also draws lines based on their grades.

This weekend, Yang Sheng brought two or three thermos over as usual, and found a good place to sit in the dining hall.After parting from his senior sister, Yang Cong quickly arrived at the corner, looked at the food with a smile, and chatted with Yang Sheng while eating.He said that the food in the canteen was not good, that the sausages in the canteen were very expensive, that a point was deducted from the dormitory yesterday, and that a roommate liked to snore... Yang Sheng listened carefully, occasionally answering a few words, so that He eats less snacks and wants to build a good relationship with his roommates.

Similar conversations are held every week, and this meeting is no exception.But Yang Cong suddenly stopped and greeted the passers-by.It was a very beautiful girl who also joined the literary club and served as an officer in it.She always likes to call herself a "sister",

Yang Sheng heard the sound, frowned unconsciously, and then said, "Student?"

"Hello, Uncle!" Before Yang Cong could reply, the girl had already walked over, gracefully.

Obviously, Yang Cong is quite familiar with the other party: "Does Mushroom Head want you to help manage discipline tonight?" Mushroom Head is the male squad leader of their class.If it weren't for his good grades, he would definitely be shaved bald by the head teacher.Tonight was supposed to be a time for freshman students to relax and play a movie or something in the classroom. As long as the discipline is in order, the school will not have much opinion.However, in order to make friends with his new girlfriend, Mushroom Head left the whole group behind, and even pushed the work to the study committee member, that is, this girl.

Sure enough, the girl took a deep breath, obviously resentful: "That's right! And even I have to find the resources myself, I'm so angry!"

"Go and eat quickly, I can help you manage discipline tonight." Yang Cong half-closed his eyes.

"Thank you!" The girl was also eager to fill her stomach, and patted Yang Cong's shoulder gratefully, then looked at Yang Sheng, "Goodbye, uncle!"

Yang Sheng's expression was slightly stiff, he didn't smile, he didn't smile, he always felt that these few words of "uncle" seemed to hit his heart.At the same time, he was faintly vigilant, and when he saw the girl disappearing into the line, he asked, "Are you familiar with her?"

Yang Cong didn't seem to take his serious question to heart, and answered lazily; "That's right..." He took another bite of pork ribs, "She's the study committee member of our class, and she's a very nice person."

"Yeah. You have to concentrate on studying." Yang Sheng didn't know where his confusion came from. He just thought it was because he was afraid of the child falling in love early, so he deliberately emphasized the word "concentrate".

"That's for sure." Yang Cong was so busy eating that he didn't have time to analyze the other party's mind.

Anyway, everything is under control.

This is just an appetizer.

After this, Yang Sheng suddenly discovered that his children often talked about the so-called "good friends", such as the seniors in the literature club, the study committee members in the class, and the boys who met in the physical education class with the next class .In short, Yang Cong seemed to have been turned on by some kind of switch, and suddenly there was a group of like-minded friends beside him. Although they were all older than him, they could play and chat happily.Every time he talked on the phone, Yang Sheng had an illusion, as if the voice coming along the radio wave began to bring a sense of strangeness.

He is obviously still his own child, and he is as well-behaved as ever.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Sheng was a little absent-minded, probably because he was used to the child's unconditional dependence on him, and now he is not used to it.He thought about it, turned on the computer and searched, and found that many people had similar situations.Especially in single-parent families, the mother or father and the child depend on each other, and when they are separated suddenly and the child has friends, the parents will always feel lonely.However, children cannot always be inseparable from their parents. When they grow up, they are birds and return to their nests every year, but they are no longer so close.

Recalling the beginning, Yang Sheng took a deep breath.

Maybe it wasn't that Yang Cong had been relying on him all the time, but that Yang Sheng himself, when raising a small onion, couldn't help but put too much on him.

This is not right, he said in his heart.

That night, he had a dream, in which Yang Cong was indistinct, holding another person by the hand.Everything is like all ordinary stories, the child grows up, finds a partner to spend the rest of his life with, and walks into the palace of marriage hand in hand.As an uncle, Yang Sheng naturally stood at the closest place, watching all the time, watching the people with unclear faces slowly walking up, and then swearing and cheering, the scene was very lively.

Yang Sheng woke up with a start.

The light in the bedroom forgot to turn off, flickered, and gave off a faint light.The surroundings were too quiet, Yang Sheng lowered his head, and heard his own heartbeat, which was very muffled and heavy.

……

On the other side, Yang Cong listened to the creaking of the fan in the dormitory, his eyes fell on the moonlight coming in from the window, and he suddenly wrapped the quilt tightly.The roommate's snoring sounded non-stop, and Yang Cong felt upset and very hot. Maybe the temperature this summer was too high, and his body was sticky with sweat.He silently buried his head in the quilt, and the slightly painful organs between his legs showed that he was gradually maturing, becoming an adult as a little monster.

He recalled just now, in his dream, it was still a bottle of purple onion blooming alone, and after being caressed by someone's hands, a new bulb suddenly grew out of his body.Small and beautiful, like a newborn embryo.

Yang Cong woke up shyly——

The maturity of plants, which has always been inseparable from reproduction, is very straightforward in the dream.

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Finally, when the holiday came, Yang Cong carried his bag and glanced happily at the students who were waiting in a long line for the bus, and got on Yang Sheng's motorcycle under the envious eyes of others.Everyone in the class knew that he had a very good uncle, who was young and handsome, and would often bring some stewed vegetables over for Yang Cong to share with them.Yang Cong was inevitably a little jealous, but he was also happy, especially to be picked up during the holidays. He was so excited that he hugged the other person's waist even tighter.

Back downstairs, the neighbor who came out to buy vegetables saw him, and he wanted to chat with the two of them for a while, and by the way, he praised Yang Cong, from his height and appearance to his grades.Yang Cong didn't blush, but Yang Sheng quietly patted his waist, and then restrained the weird smile on his face.

During the meal, Yang Cong was very active, muttering about the bad food at school, while waving the chopsticks to pick up the beef and throwing it into his mouth.Knowing that he loves to eat, Yang Sheng deliberately prepared beef tendon, beef, etc. a long time in advance, and stewed them in a big pot.The meat is already overcooked, as if it melts in the mouth, and the potatoes inside are even more delicious. One bite can make your eyes squint.

Yang Cong showed such an expression, Yang Sheng felt relieved, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" Yang Cong replied with a smile.

There were still bones in the pot, so Yang Cong started his hands directly, taking small breaths after being burned.He still refused to let it go, tilted his head to lick the dripping juice, and then sucked the bone marrow like a drink.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Yang Sheng frowned and scolded him.

Yang Cong still smiled foolishly.

That night, Yang Cong was rolling around with his pillow in his arms, refusing to sleep in a separate bed with Yang Sheng.Although there was still a vacant room at home, and Yang Sheng had cleaned it up, but Yang Cong was reluctant.

"Whatever you want." Yang Sheng was helpless.

As a result, Yang Cong didn't feel sleepy at all, and after lying down for a while, he quarreled Yang Sheng again and rolled into his arms. "Uncle, have you watched... those movies?" In the dark night, his eyes were very bright.

"What?" Yang Sheng didn't understand what he meant.

Yang Cong pointed at his finger: "It's...the kind...what the roommates said..."

Suddenly realized, Yang Sheng suddenly became nervous: "I can't watch!"

"They just said casually that they are good friends... But, they didn't show it to me." Yang Cong was also anxious, "I'm just curious, so I came to ask uncle." His voice gradually became quieter.

Looking at the small face in front of him, Yang Sheng was in a daze, as if he noticed that the round cheeks had gradually become thinner, leaving a sharp chin, making those eyes more beautiful.And the eyes are also different, it is different from when I was a baby, or in my hometown, or even pretended to cry to ask for a chocolate a few years ago.Yang Sheng felt speechless, and after a long time, he managed to say: "Wait...you can watch it when you get older."

Yang Cong smiled blushingly, a bit ignorant on purpose, but cruel: "But I'm not a human! I'm not a child... I'm about to grow up." Saying that, he hugged Yang Sheng's arm.

Yang Sheng could imagine that the child sleeping next to him already had a slender figure, and it wouldn't take long for him to have many friends and admirers.He lowered his head, looked at Yang Cong's hand, and was speechless for a while.

"Hmm... so sleepy." Seeing that he didn't answer, Yang Cong felt bored, turned over and closed his eyes.

Yang Sheng was left at a loss.