Bailangbian

Yu Dong's hair was soft, wet and slippery to the touch after soaking in water, very cold.

Song Fengfeng blew for a while, then asked him: "Why don't you cut a crew cut like mine? It's very convenient, you don't need to blow at all, just rub it twice and it's done."

Yu Dong hummed twice, as if he didn't listen carefully to what he was saying.Song Fengfeng looked down and saw that Yu Dong was flipping through the set of 100-day sprint golden scrolls, and was staring at a function problem for a long time, very focused.

The reason why Zhang Jing said that he "likes" this set of materials is naturally for a reason.Song Fengfeng was very happy that the gift he gave could bring substantial help to Yu Dong: "Isn't it very good?"

"It's okay." Yu Dong put the materials away, and showed him a fierce look again, "No, I don't like it, you send another copy."

Song Fengfeng: "Okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say."

After drying Yu Dong's hair fully, he urged Yu Dong to go to bed.The two of them covered the same quilt, and pressed the center of the quilt tightly against the bed to prevent the cold air from getting in through the gaps in the quilt.Song Fengfeng thought that Yu Dong's sleeping appearance was not good, so he insisted on sleeping on the outside. When the two chatted, he could see half of Yu Dong's face illuminated by the light.

On this night of New Year's Eve, many people's homes do not turn off the lights.Turn on one or two small lamps to fill the whole house with light. It seems that this can drive away evil spirits and welcome the first day of the new year cleanly and peacefully.

Yu Dong only turned on the lamp on the desk, the brightness was limited, but fortunately it was not too dazzling.

He is an only child. In order to make him independent, his parents gave him a room by himself when he was very young.Yu Dong thought and thought, and realized that this was the first time since he was in elementary school that he slept in the same bed with someone else.

"...Is there no need for accommodation in No. [-] Middle School of the City?" He asked.

"Accommodation needs to be applied for, and it is definitely impossible to approve accommodation in our geographical location." Song Fengfeng said, "You don't like living on campus?"

"I haven't lived here before." Yu Dong thought to himself, that's great.All his imagination of living in the dormitory comes from movies and TV dramas, the cold bed board, the toilet and open bathroom that must be shared with others, the door cannot be closed, and the dormitory administrator suddenly pushes the door with a flashlight at any time.He is not used to this kind of environment.

Just as he was imagining life in high school, Song Fengfeng beside him suddenly approached slowly: "Yu Dong."

His tone was very mysterious, and Yu Dong became inexplicably nervous: "What?"

"Do you have a girl you like?" Song Fengfeng grinned, his face full of gossip.

Yu Dong thought about it seriously, and replied: "No. Studying is more important now. Seriously, there are about ten people in the class whom I have never spoken to, and I can't call out their names at all."

Song Fengfeng was obviously very disappointed: "But you often receive gifts from girls."

"I didn't eat much." Yu Dong plausibly said, "Most of it was given to you and Zhang Jing."

"What about before?" Song Fengfeng persisted, "It's impossible for you to have no love before. Even someone like me has been in love since the sixth grade."

Yu Dong: "...Sixth grade? How did you talk about it?"

"There's no need to mention the past." Song Fengfeng immediately changed the topic, "Do you have any?"

Yu Dong told Song Fengfeng that he did not.In fact, after his mother passed away due to illness, Yu Dong took a year off from school.That was a very difficult year for him. He took a lot of medicine and lived in a nursing home with white walls and beds for more than half a year.

Song Fengfeng was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

"I won't talk anymore."

He first discovered that his father had brought a strange woman and boy back home, and asked him to call the child who was a few years older than him "brother".Afterwards, Yu Dong stopped appearing in front of Yu Qiaoshan, locked himself in the room all day, and did not communicate with anyone.It took a few days for Yu Qiaoshan to gradually feel that something was wrong, and with all his strength he pulled Yu Dong out of the room, only to realize that Yu Dong was speechless.

Psychogenic aphasia is not a particularly difficult condition to treat.Yu Dong stayed in the nursing home until he could speak normally before returning home.

But the home has changed, the familiar decorations are gone, the mother's bookcase has been removed and placed in the utility room, a piano has even been placed in the study room, and pictures of Yu Qiaoshan and another pair of mother and child are hung on the wall.

Later, he was slapped by Yu Qiaoshan for arguing with Yu Weiying.Later, with a calm mind, he slowly communicated with Yu Qiaoshan with a calmness and composure that surpassed those of his peers, and finally obtained permission to come here.

"I haven't been to school since I dropped out of school. I don't know if my former classmates and friends have approached me. Our school is an international school, and those who can go to study are either the second generation of the rich or the second generation of power. I may have become their It's a joke." Yu Dong curled up his legs under the quilt, turned over, and faced Song Fengfeng.He noticed that Song Fengfeng was also bending his legs, and their knees touched each other.It felt very strange, it was the strange body temperature in the warm bed.

"So I haven't considered your question," he said.

Song Fengfeng: "I'll help you beat that... Yu Weiying. Hit him once we see you, really."

Yu Dong smiled: "What's the use of beating him? He's not the most important thing."

Song Fengfeng was worried: "Then I'll beat you up? I can, but don't be angry."

"Don't beat me up." Yu Dong's expression was calm, Song Fengfeng even thought that he was not himself but Song Fengfeng who relieved him at this time, "It's meaningless to hurt for a while, I want him to hurt for a longer time."

Yu Dong who said this looked very strange, his voice was very soft but steady.The sound line is like the ruts left by a bicycle in the rain, and it disappears quickly.But Song Fengfeng realized that his friend had confided to him some important secret that could not be spoken to outsiders.

In order to make his performance consistent with this secret, Song Fengfeng also lowered his voice: "I will always help you."

Yu Dong smiled, not sure whether to believe it or not.His smiling face was illuminated by the lights, along with his eyebrows and eyelashes, and even the fine hairs on his face.Song Fengfeng suddenly looked startled, and turned his eyes away: "By the way, I will go to worship God with you tomorrow."

Zhou Lan's belief in Buddha is the strongest every Spring Festival.

The road to Wutoushan Buddhist Temple was full of people and vehicles, and the traffic policeman waved his baton and directed the traffic profusely.It's a warm New Year's Day.

Yu Dong remembered that he had been here when he was a child.Because I am too small, my hands and feet are short, but I really want to walk by myself, so I climbed and rolled to clean the 188 stone steps from the entrance to the Buddhist temple.

Zhou Lan prayed for the blessings of the gods and Buddhas for the two children, while Song Fengfeng asked for three amulets, one for Zhou Lan, one for Yu Dong, and one for Song Yingxiong.

After donating the incense money, the monk recognized Zhou Lan and asked her to stay for a vegetarian meal.Knowing that Song Fengfeng planned to take Yu Dong to play in the street, Zhou Lan told them to pay attention to safety and remember to go home for dinner.

Song Fengfeng was very surprised: "Mother Zhou, can you play cards in Buddhist temples?"

Zhou Lan and several familiar old ladies sat under the thick banyan tree, spread out a few newspapers, put food and drink, and a long and narrow deck of cards.The back of the card is blue, and the front is painted with patterns that Yu Dong can't understand.

"We all donated incense, how can the Buddha dare to blame!" An old lady laughed, "Heifeng, do you want to play? You were very good when you were young."

It was the first time Yu Dong heard Song Fengfeng's nickname, and couldn't help laughing out loud.There was no shame on Song Fengfeng's face, but his ears were red: "What is Heifeng? I'm not black now."

He pushed Yu Dong to the other side.

"There is a sacred tree here, dedicated to wishing." Song Fengfeng dragged him to the backyard of the Buddhist temple. There was also a sea of ​​people. A hundred-year-old banyan tree was in the courtyard. The young leaves are like flowers, mixed in the green branches and leaves, very bright and eye-catching.Trees are covered with wishing wooden signs, and people are still throwing them online.The wooden sign was tied with a red ribbon, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and it was placed on the tree with incomparable accuracy.

People under the tree applauded for the stranger they didn't know.

"It's hard to throw away, you write one, and I'll throw it up for you." Song Fengfeng took Yu Dong to the side of a wooden platform, where several monks were registering, and a wooden board was erected behind him: consecration wishing card 200 yuan each .

The number "200 yuan" was obviously newly posted. If you look carefully, you can see the dark number "50" underneath.

"It's too expensive!" Yu Dong was taken aback by the Buddha, "It's all a lie."

Seeing that he was unwilling, Song Fengfeng paid 200 yuan for a sign and asked the monk to write Yu Dong's name on it.

The monk was a distant relative of Song Fengfeng, and whispered that usually he could only write two wishes, but he could write four for Song Fengfeng.

"If you are successful in your studies, you will be happy every day." Song Fengfeng said.

The monk wrote it carefully, and the words are very beautiful.

"Winning the wind and cloud, the revenge will be avenged!" Song Fengfeng said again.

Monk: "...what?"

Song Fengfeng was extremely regretful that he couldn't write "revenge for the big revenge".He drove Yu Dong to the square by bicycle, muttering about it all the way.

Yu Dong stood behind the car, no matter what Song Fengfeng said, he thought it was very funny.

There were more people in the square than in the Buddhist temple, and the loudspeaker kept shouting: "10 lottery tickets! 5 gifts and cash prizes! The winning rate is as high as 50%!"

Yu Dong never expected that Song Fengfeng actually brought him to buy lottery tickets.

"Zhang Jing goes out with his cousin and sister-in-law to set up a stall every year. The lottery ticket will be sold for three days, and he can get 200 yuan a day." Song Fengfeng had already inquired about Zhang Jing's booth, and squeezed past Yu Dong.

When I arrived at the stall, I found that the study committee members were also standing there.

"Two for two yuan, three for five yuan, and one for 50 yuan." The study committee put the scratched out lottery tickets in front of Zhang Jing, "Claim the prize."

Zhang Jing was stunned: "Who are you! You've won so much after buying fifty tickets, you're dead money!"

The study committee member and the girl next to him looked at each other, both of them looked confused.

"Zhang Jing, do you know how to count? I bought 100 sheets for [-] yuan, and I'm still at a loss." The study committee member stretched out his hand to him, "Hurry up, give me the money."

Zhang Jing was the only one at the stall. He gave the bonus to the school committee, and the school committee took the girl's hand and went to another stall to buy.

Song Fengfeng was not interested in the study committee's luck, and all his attention was on the girl he was leading: "Girlfriend?"

"A high-achieving student from the Experimental Middle School." Zhang Jing immediately pointed to the backs of the two and introduced to Song Fengfeng, "I met when I participated in the national mathematics competition last semester."

Song Fengfeng also remembered: "Yes, yes, yes, there are three gold awards in our city, two in the experiment, and they are all girls, and one in our school is him."

Zhang Jing was very melancholy: "If I didn't have a cold and fever, I would be the one holding that girl now."

Yu Dong paid for ten lottery tickets, but scratched all of them and failed.Song Fengfeng bought ten more, but also failed.The two were annoyed, and they grabbed Zhang Jing and asked him to use the black box method to find out the winning lottery tickets. Zhang Jing struggled under their hands.

While playing, there was a sudden exclamation from the stall next to it, someone scratched out the third prize.

The third prize is the physical prize, a remote-controlled floor fan.

Holding the lottery ticket, the study committee member strode towards the rostrum with a calm expression.

He was No.1 who won the third prize today. The singing and dancing on the rostrum stopped temporarily, and the host put the microphone in front of him: "Don't you think I'm lucky!"

The school committee calmly stretched out the thumb and index finger, circling the microphone that almost poked into his nose and pushed it slightly: "It has nothing to do with luck, it's a matter of chance."

When he got the floor fan, the host asked him if he was satisfied with the brand-name electric fan.

The school committee looked at the parameters on the package: "Very good, I don't have an electric fan at home."

The host was taken aback, while the onlookers sighed distressedly.

Yu Dong was also shocked: "The school committee's family's conditions are so poor?"

"He lives in a big villa in the sea view area." Song Fengfeng said, "The house is all air-conditioned."

Holding the electric fan in his left hand and the girl in his right hand, the school committee returned to Zhang Jing's booth.

"Teacher Tong said, control yourself and don't fall in love." Zhang Jing picked up the lottery ticket and waved it in front of him, "If you buy me a few more tickets, I won't tell the truth."

The school committee looked at the girl, asked her to choose a few lottery tickets, and then explained to Zhang Jing and the others: "My cousin."

Zhang Jing: "Cousin, cousin, in pairs."

The school committee admitted defeat: "Help me keep it a secret, okay? I'll buy ten more."

The girl picked out ten, and the school committee scratched them off with a coin.

Zhang Jing was talking to Yu Dong about developing photos, when suddenly another lottery ticket was handed to him.

"I won." The school committee said, "100 yuan."

Zhang Jing: "..."

The school committee grinned: "There's no need to exchange it, I'll give it to you directly. Remember, keep it secret."

After speaking, he held the electric fan in one hand and the girl in the other, and left happily.

After finally waiting for Zhang Jing's cousin, cousin and nephew to come back from shopping, he immediately left the stall collection work and dragged Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong to develop photos.

Yu Dong admired the luck of the school committee and his girlfriend, and even started to think badly: "Isn't there two more days? Let's pool together the New Year's money and ask the school committee and his girlfriend to continue buying lottery tickets."

Zhang Jing: "Don't be as bad as Song Fengfeng, Yu Dong."

Song Fengfeng didn't care about his slander, took advantage of Yu Dong walking in front, and pulled Zhang Jing to his side: "Did you take Yu Dong's single photo?"

"I got it, it's very handsome."

"Wash one more sheet for me." Song Fengfeng paused and explained to him, "I'll give it to Mother Zhou."

Zhang Jing clearly made an OK gesture: "yes, sir."

While waiting to take photos, Zhang Jing asked Yu Dong how he planned to spend Valentine's Day.