rainy tonight

In the week before New Year's Day, it was always snowing in City B.A half-foot-thick layer was accumulated on the road where few people walked, and many cars on the road were equipped with anti-skid chains.

The school was on holiday on New Year's Day, and Song Fanqing asked him to go home to do homework together. Chang Jiayu thought about it, it would be really boring to be alone in the room, so he quickly agreed.

Get up early in the morning and look out the window.

Hey, the snow hasn't stopped, and it's getting bigger and bigger. The recent weather forecast is not very accurate.

Chang Jiayu stretched, put his hand on the corner of his mouth, and walked out of the bedroom to wash up.

After simply eating breakfast, he talked to Mrs. Li and went out. He took the subway and got off at the station closest to Song Fanqing's house. After walking for more than ten minutes, he arrived at the entrance of the alley, where Song Fanqing was already waiting.

After entering the house, the temperature was higher than outside, but it was obviously much colder here than where Chang Jiayu lived.

Chang Jiayu looked around silently, there was no floor heating or anything in this room, and the heating was still on the coal stove, no wonder it was a bit cold.

There was a cage next to the stove, and the two rabbits that Chang Jiayu had seen last time were lying peacefully in the cage and chewing vegetable leaves, squinting their eyes very comfortably.

Chang Jiayu couldn't help but went over to tease again, but unfortunately the cage was bigger than last time, the gray one was poked by Chang Jiayu's finger on the buttocks, and its hind legs jumped into the middle of the cage, He flapped his long ears with his claws a few times, and continued to eat grass with his eyes squinted.

Mother Song came in with a plate of fruit, and seeing Chang Jiayu teasing the rabbit, she smiled and said, "Jiayu likes rabbits just like Xiaoqing."

Chang Jiayu sighed, and said with a smile: "Yeah, it's quite cute."

"When you're tired, wash your hands and eat some fruit."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

After sweeping away the fruit on the plate, Chang Jiayu and Song Fanqing lay down on the table to do their homework.

The first semester of the third year of high school is about to pass, and all the module system reviews have been passed, and the current stage is basically filling in the gaps.

Although it was cold in the room, people were more energetic and less likely to get sleepy. Chang Jiayu finished a math paper with the test paper half times faster than usual.

Song Fanqing did it a little faster than him. Youdao didn't know how to solve the multiple-choice questions. After listening to the other party's explanation, Chang Jiayu picked up the pen and calculated again.

As soon as she figured out the answer, Mother Song yelled outside, using the dialect of the Song family's hometown, which Chang Jiayu didn't quite understand, and Song Fanqing had already put down her pen and walked out.

After confirming that the answer was correct, Chang Jiayu leaned on the back of the chair and stretched. He opened the door and went to the yard to relax for a while. The page was quickly whisked to the floor.

Chang Jiayu turned his head to see it, and immediately walked back and bent down to pick it up. When he got closer, he saw a bunch of densely written names on the bottom piece of draft paper.

Song Fanqing entered the door, Chang Jiayu held the paper and raised his head, both of them looked at each other blankly.

The house is very quiet, only the coal stove makes the sound of rubbing and rubbing from time to time.

After a long while, Song Fanqing walked over, silently took the few pages of draft paper, put them on the table, his eyes fell on the names on them, and he whispered, "You should have guessed it."

Chang Jiayu was a little embarrassed, and hummed vaguely.

He never thought that the person Song Fanqing liked was Fei Dong.It's just that when I think about it again at this time, I can vaguely understand the reason.

Fei Dong served in the army for a few years when he was young, and after he retired, he still has contact with some friends in the army. The best relationship is Song Fanqing's father.After leaving the army, the latter became a dedicated people's policeman. Unfortunately, he was killed by a drug dealer in an anti-drug operation a few years ago. For various reasons, he did not receive a pension. Song's mother and Song Fanqing lived very hard.

Knowing their plight, Fei Dong contacted Song's mother, and has been doing what he can all these years.Song's mother is self-reliant and tenacious, unwilling to cause trouble to others, and only willing to accept help when necessary.

Years of companionship, for Song Fanqing, Fei Dong is a very important part of his life, and it is not surprising that it develops into a certain kind of relationship.

But obviously, Fei Dong didn't know this yet.

The door of the room was closed, and the wind and snow were blocked outside.

Chang Jiayu flipped through a few pages of the textbook, saw that Song Fanqing was still looking at the paper on the table, pursed his lips and asked, "Do you have any thoughts about the future?"

Song Fanqing raised his head, and quickly lowered his eyes to fold the paper. Even if he only glanced at each other, Chang Jiayu could still see the clarity and understanding in his eyes.

After taking a few pieces of draft paper again, Song Fanqing picked up the pen with a calm expression, as if he was just talking about an unimportant matter.

"I'm not the same as him."

Chang Jiayu was a little surprised, but he didn't say much, and picked up his pen to read the book.

Both of them discovered each other's secret, and Chang Jiayu didn't keep it. After lunch, when he was resting after finishing the second paper, he confessed the fact that he liked Yan Jun.

They moved the stools and sat by the window, watching the snow in the yard falling down, covering every place that could be accommodated, and the air looked foggy.The window was covered with water vapor, and it took a few wipes with the palm of your hand to see the scene outside clearly.

Chang Jiayu opened the window slit with his hands, and said softly: "I haven't talked to him yet, but I didn't think of how to say it."

If you say "I like you" directly, the unexpected result will really make you feel guilty.

Yan Jun treats him very well, sometimes even he himself feels too good.But Chang Jiayu feels that this kind of goodness is more due to the elders' love for the younger generation. He is almost a blank sheet of paper emotionally, but he also knows that Yan Jun has never done anything to him that crossed the line, nor has he expressed it excess emotion.

Song Fanqing and Fei Dong seem to have a similar relationship with him and Yan Jun, but they have been together for several years and have the affection of the previous generation, but the connection between him and Yan Jun is too easy to be severed.

Thinking of this, Chang Jiayu felt that the room was a little stuffy.

He opened the window a little, turned his neck in the gust of cold wind that came in, regained consciousness for a while, and heard Song Fanqing say, "Where are you going in college?"

Chang Jiayu thought for a while and said, "I don't have a specific idea yet, which universities have enough grades, and I will choose one according to the situation, how about you?"

"I want to be admitted to T University, major in engineering, and then come out to work after finishing graduate school or combined undergraduate and master studies."

"You have a long-term plan. I haven't thought about it that much."

Song Fanqing held the corner of his mouth, smiling cleanly.

He and Chang Jiayu have similar temperaments, but their life backgrounds are completely different.

His youth seemed to be covered in a thick mist, and he seemed to be under a dome all the time, while Chang Jiayu's growth was smooth and open.The status quo is very good, and people rarely try to make some serious plans, because all roads lead to Rome if you follow the original road, or there must be a road to the front of the mountain, so you don't need to spend too much time planning for the future.

"Xiaoqing!" The door opened suddenly, and Mother Song stood outside and smiled, "Your Uncle Fei is here."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of footsteps in the yard. Chang Jiayu heard Fei Dong's voice, and saw him standing at the door after a while.

Fei Dong wore a dark brown windbreaker today, black leather boots on his feet, his eyebrows were soaked in the wind and snow, and he looked extraordinarily heroic.

He wiped the snow from the soles of his boots on the mat at the door, and when he walked into the house, he saw Chang Jiayu, and said with some surprise, "Jia Yu is here too."

After greeting Chang Jiayu, he said, "We made an appointment to do homework."

Fei Dong nodded, walked to Song Fanqing's side, and bent down to read something in his textbook.

Song Fanqing immediately closed the book: "Why are you here?"

Fei Dong stretched out his hand and kneaded his ear pinna gently: "Come and see my precious godson."

He was close, and his warm breath sprayed on his neck. Song Fanqing hid the scorching breath, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't move your hands or feet."

Hearing this, Fei Dong raised his eyebrows, gave a short laugh, and sighed hoarsely: "The bigger you are, the more you won't kiss me."

As he said that, he withdrew his hand back, sat down on the sofa beside him and drank half a glass of water.

After resting for a while, Fei Dong looked at the two rabbits, then at the old coal stove, and frowned: "Didn't you say to replace this stove before, why is it still here?"

Song Fanqing said: "This is pretty good, just replace the trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Fei Dong looked up at the house, "I'll install an air conditioner here for you, it's so comfortable to use, you and your mother are always reluctant."

Song Fanqing didn't speak, but looked down at his book.

Fei Dong sat down, then stood up and walked to his side, put his palm on Song Fanqing's shoulder and shook: "Don't look, you should go out for the New Year's Day holiday. Wherever you want to go, I will take you there."

Song Fanqing paused and looked at Chang Jiayu, who was stunned for a moment and said, "Why don't you go to the East Square? There should be a lot of stalls there."

Song Fanqing thought about it and agreed.

When leaving, Song's mother brought Fei Dong a bag of dry buns and baked them herself. Fei Dong refused and took them into the car, put the things in the trunk, and beckoned the two of them to get in the car.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the East Plaza.

Chang Jiayu opened the car door, and a gust of cold wind blew in. He shrank his neck and jumped out of the car.

The weather was gloomy, with patches of frozen clouds overhead, the breath condensed into fog in the air, and the shoes creaked on the snow.

The snow is not small, but because it is New Year's Day, the East Square is crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, very lively.

Chang Jiayu and Song Fanqing walked side by side, Fei Dong lit a cigarette and bit it in his mouth as a companion.

There are indeed quite a few people setting up stalls on the side of the road, those who play rings, and those who imitate the game of bowling and throw a can with a basketball.Most people know that it is not easy to get prizes after playing too much, but they all want to have fun.

Chang Jiayu played two sets of hoops, and he only got three of the forty hoops. He got two small ceramic gadgets and a plastic water gun, which were of little use.

He put the things into the plastic bag handed by the stall owner, and said to Song Fanqing, "You want to play too?"

Song Fanqing also ordered two sets of ferrules, but his accuracy was not very good. After throwing 38 of them, he still didn't put on any of them. Fei Dong went to the side to make a phone call and came back. .

Thin loops hang from the hand of a statue of Guanyin.

Seeing this, Fei Dong raised the corners of his lips, and looked down at Song Fanqing with a rather smug expression: "How about it, my technique is not bad, right? I'll throw the last lap for you too, and if you don't win, I'll treat you tonight, why not?" Sample?"

Song Fanqing looked at him for a moment, then handed over the ferrule in his hand.Fei Dong took it, raised his head and threw it away.

The green ferrule drew an arc in the air, landed on the corner of the last row of screens, wobbled a few times, and barely fell to the ground.

Fei Dong clicked his tongue and sighed: "It's not very lucky, it seems that it is destined to be a treat."

The stall owner let out a long breath, secretly rejoicing, and soon gave Song Fanqing the Guanyin statue in the set before.

The three of them turned around and left the ring booth, Fei Dong said as he walked, "Yan Jun will come later, the four of us will have dinner together tonight."

For the next 10 minutes, Chang Jiayu played a little absent-mindedly, and when Yan Jun walked towards him, he stood still in place as if he was trapped by snow.

Yan Jun was wearing a black hooded down jacket, which looked younger than his previous suits.

He looked at Chang Jiayu, and raised his hand to help him brush the snow off his shoulders: "Why are you wearing such thin clothes, it's easy to catch a cold."

Chang Jiayu turned his face away slightly, and kicked the small snowdrift in front of him with his hand: "It's okay, it's not cold."

The four of them walked around the neighborhood, and when it was time for good night, Fei Dong treated guests to a hot pot restaurant.

Song Fanqing didn't like spicy food, so he ordered a mandarin duck hot pot. When the dish was served, it looked very fresh and tasted good, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was very good.

Fei Dong scooped up a meatball and put it in the bowl in front of Song Fanqing: "Don't you like this? Eat more."

Song Fanqing hummed, and as a courtesy, he also put chopsticks of green vegetables on his plate. Fei Dong ate them with a smile, and even praised them for being delicious.

Chang Jiayu took a bite of the crispy bamboo shoots absent-mindedly, and suddenly there was a piece under his eyelids.

Chang Jiayu raised his head in surprise, and saw that Yan Jun scooped up a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup for him, and put it back in front of him steadily.

"Drink some soup to make your stomach feel better."

Chang Jiayu was taken aback for a moment, then responded, picked up the bowl and lowered his head to take a sip.

Before the soup was swallowed, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

It turns out that liking someone means that even if the other person does just a trivial thing, you can easily please yourself and comfort all the previous uneasy emotions.