Bailangbian

Not only did Yu Dong never think about falling in love, he also didn't have any thoughts about Valentine's Day.

"That day was the seventeenth day of the first lunar month." He reminded Zhang Jing, "We are making up lessons."

The clerk took out the photo, Song Fengfeng was close, reached out to take it, and said casually: "Then the whole class can only pass it together."

Zhang Jing was very frustrated: "The school committee must have activities."

His parents are now doctors in private clinics, but they were also literary youths who liked to write poems and paintings when they were young.The seagull camera was bought when the two got married, and Zhang Jing started to play with it after he became sensible, and the technology was completely qualified.

In his camera, Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng both had vigorous smiles.The white church, the black night sky illuminated by the lights, and the fireworks rising behind the two of them all took on a heavy color.

"Handsome or not? Handsome or not!" Zhang Jing was so proud that he took out Yu Dong's single photo and put it in front of Song Fengfeng, "100% restore Yu Dong's handsomeness!"

Song Fengfeng wanted to admit it, but felt that it would be embarrassing to admit it in front of Yu Dong, so he quickly changed the topic: "See if there are any waste films! I just checked, and you included strangers in the picture."

Yu Dong was thinking about other things.The filming of this film is finished, and there are Long Ge who sells barbecue, Long Ge's horse boy, priests who give gifts, believers who sing hymns, couples who hold hands and kiss, and there are all kinds of people.But there was no Zhang Jing.He seemed to have forgotten to include himself in the photo, and just kept hiding from the camera.

"Next time I go out to play, I will help you take pictures." Yu Dong said, "I will also take pictures."

Zhang Jing didn't listen carefully to his speech, and concentrated on looking at a photo in his hand.

The photo was taken of him at the beginning of the performance of the church choir facing the crowd sitting below. The aperture was turned down very small, and only one person in the center stood out.

It was a girl they didn't know, wearing a school uniform and a big padded jacket, wrapping herself up bloatedly.But the face was small and fair, and a few strands of hair emerged from the wine-red wool cap, illuminated by the lights on the top of the church.

She found Zhang Jing, and looked directly at Zhang Jing's camera, her expression was between surprise and vigilance, her lips were slightly opened, as if she would shout "No filming" at him in the next moment.

Song Fengfeng noticed Zhang Jing's strangeness, and snatched the photo from his back: "When did you take a picture of a beautiful woman!"

"Give it back to me!" Zhang Jing hurriedly turned around and grabbed him, "I took it casually, I don't know him."

"This is the school uniform of the Experimental Middle School." Song Fengfeng pointed to the girl's clothes and said.

Zhang Jing finally snatched the photo back and carefully put it in a paper bag: "It's okay, it's nothing."

The three of them walked out of the printing shop, Song Fengfeng touched his chin and recalled: "It's strange, I think that woman looks familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

He struggled to remember, and finally remembered.

Although his mother refused to come to see him, Song Fengfeng occasionally stopped by the gate of the experimental middle school for a while.He said to himself, I want to buy a cup of milk tea, grilled squid skewers, and two pens here.But he never met the person he wanted to see at the school gate.One time when he passed by, he found a large colorful poster posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the experiment. He could only see it when he got closer. It was a photo of the winners of the national mathematics competition.Two students from Experimental Middle School won the gold medal. They both held the trophy and stood on the podium for a group photo.One of them was the school committee's girlfriend, and the other, who was a little taller and better looking, was the girl Zhang Jing had photographed by accident.

Because it is good-looking, it is impressive, even Song Fengfeng just glanced at it and remembered it.

He told Zhang Jing that Zhang Jing became impatient: "The gold award is the gold award, it's none of my business."

Song Fengfeng and him have been in the same class since the first grade of elementary school, and because the heights have always been about the same, you grow up and I grow up, and they have been at the same table for several years. He knows exactly what Zhang Jing is thinking.Holding Zhang Jing's neck and walking forward, Song Fengfeng smirked: "Let the girlfriend of the school committee introduce you? You like him, don't you?"

"Study is more important now!" Zhang Jing yelled, "Control yourself and don't fall in love!"

He broke free from Song Fengfeng's hands and ran back to the lottery booth to continue working.The photos taken for Yu Dong were developed by Zhang Jing alone and given to him. Yu Dong thought about it and handed the photo of himself and Song Fengfeng to Song Fengfeng: "Do you want it?"

"No need." Song Fengfeng waved his hand, "You can just hold it yourself."

I have it.He thought to himself, Zhang Jing will give it to me later.

But Yu Dong asked again: "Really don't want it?"

"Put it away." Song Fengfeng said, "It's just a photo."

I'll have it too, he thought again.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yu Dong's face, he lowered his head and put the photo into a paper bag and stuffed it into his clothes.

No one is in the mood for Valentine's Day.On the first day of making up classes, Teacher Tong brought a terrible news: in mid-March, they will hold a three-city joint mock exam with several neighboring cities, and the exam will be the most difficult for them this year.The test points will conduct a comprehensive ranking of the five cities, and the city will also perform a separate ranking. "You will know what level you are after taking the test," Teacher Tong finally said.

It is still winter vacation, and the school is very quiet. Only the students from Class 1 of the third grade of junior high school come early every day to secretly make up lessons.

In addition to this joint mock exam, there is also a physical exam that will start at the end of April.Teacher Tong emphasized that he should devote himself to the review, and at the same time emphasized that he must never miss the exercise.

"Zhang Jing! It's you!" She always added at the end.

Zhang Jinghui raised his head from the test paper, and gave an "ah" in distress and helplessness, which was regarded as a response.

The football field has finally been repaired, and Song Fengfeng's team is about to start training again.He worked hard for several days and finally managed to get up at 2:14 on the morning of February 05th.

He first sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and called "Old Dou" a few times, then remembered that Song Yingxiong, who came back on the day of the Lantern Festival, had already returned to his hometown yesterday afternoon with large and small bags of seafood, and Song Fengfeng was left at home. .

There is a new photo frame on the desk, inside it is a group photo of him and Yu Dong in front of the church.Zhang Jing also put a one-inch photo of himself in the photo frame, saying that it was a "group photo of three people", and one of them was indispensable.

Song Fengfeng stared at the photo sleepily for a while, and then he got up to take a shower after getting more energetic.

It was only six o'clock when I went out, the sky was dark, and there were still red scraps of paper in the cracks of the street, which were the remnants of firecrackers burned during the Lantern Festival.He also put on the hat of his coat, tied the rope tightly, and started running in the direction of Brilliant Street.

When they arrived at the gate of Zhang Jing's house, there were only people selling breakfast on Huaihuang Street.The steamer was lifted, and the white steam rushed into the air like a mushroom cloud.

"Zhang Jing! Get up!" Song Fengfeng yelled downstairs to the room on the second floor, "Get up and run!"

After a while, the lights in the room came on, and Zhang Jing pushed open the window with his messy hair: "Damn, are you really here?"

"...Didn't you tell me to wake you up and go back to school for a run early?" Song Fengfeng reminded him, "It's not 06:30, and you can still run on the playground for half an hour when you arrive at school."

Zhang Jing rubbed his eyes: "Okay, I'll get up now."

Song Fengfeng finished a task and turned around to buy breakfast.There is a bun shop on Huaihuang Street that sells char siew buns and quick sand buns that are particularly delicious, but they are made infrequently, and they are usually sold out around seven o'clock.He queued for 2 minutes, bought five or six big buns, wrapped them in his clothes to keep warm, and ran all the way back to Xing'an Street.

Yu Dong moved his body tremblingly on the balcony, reciting his history silently, and when he looked up, he saw Song Fengfeng, wrapped up round and fat, running over from the Yuhe Bridge.

He was very surprised: "I don't need to wake you up today?"

Song Fengfeng was very proud: "I don't need it in the future. Come down and have breakfast, I bought delicious buns."

From this day on, Song Fengfeng became the messenger who first woke Zhang Jing up in the morning, and then brought Yu Dong breakfast.

Zhang Jing felt sorry: "You don't have to make such a fuss."

"I still want to be a classmate with you." Song Fengfeng himself didn't think it was a toss, after all, it wasn't too far away, "You must get full marks in your physical examination."

Zhang Jing asked him: "What about you? Can you get the basic score?"

Song Fengfeng was silent.

The make-up classes are over, one day off, and then the school officially starts.

This day Yu Dong got up very early and spent the morning writing and writing in his room.Song Fengfeng had agreed the day before that he would sleep in, Zhang Jing was not allowed to make calls, and Yu Dong was not allowed to visit him.

When noon was approaching, Zhou Lan asked Yu Dong to call Song Fengfeng to have lunch. Yu Dong went to Song Fengfeng's home with a gold scroll "From Good to Better" that he had finished and two notebooks.

Song Fengfeng really wasn't awake yet.Yu Dong remembered that he fell asleep at around two in the morning the night before.And until he fell asleep, the room on the second floor of Song Fengfeng's house opposite the Yuhe Bridge was still lit.

Opening the door and entering Song Fengfeng's home, the TV was still covered with a dust-proof cloth. Yu Dong took a look and confirmed that Song Fengfeng did not watch animation last night.

It rained for a few days before, but the sun barely came out today. The flowers and plants on the roof on the second floor were in a stalemate with the cold wind, and finally they were willing to sprout tender red buds after the festival.Yu Dong knocked on Song Fengfeng's door and window, but there was no answer, so he turned the doorknob and walked in.

Song Fengfeng's room is much larger than Yu Dong's. It's like Song Yingxiong planned the living room, bathroom, kitchen and bedroom on the first floor, but didn't bother to take care of the second floor. He just framed an area for his son and used it as a room.

This is Song Fengfeng's study, game room, utility room, and also his bedroom.

Yu Dong carefully walked through the bookshelf full of comics and brand-new textbooks, and found that the "Slam Dunk" he gave him had been repacked in a box and placed on the only place on the bookshelf with a glass sliding door.

Song Fengfeng was still sleeping on the bed, surrounded by two thick quilts into a long fat cocoon, leaving only his nose and eyes exposed.Yu Dong walked to the bed, stared at Song Fengfeng for a while, suddenly felt very funny, and reached out to pinch his nose.

Song Fengfeng was woken up by pinching, and when he found Yu Dong in front of him, he was a little startled: "Go for a run?"

He didn't remember what time it was today, thinking that he didn't wake up, which delayed Zhang Jing and Yu Dong's exercise: "Wait a minute, I'll be fine soon."

"I'm here to ask you to have lunch." Yu Dong said, "Today is Sunday, and school starts tomorrow. Did you forget?"

"...forgot." Song Fengfeng fell back on the bed again, rolling around wrapped in the quilt, "I will continue to sleep, you don't need to talk to me."

Yu Dong let him go, turned around and put the things he brought on the desk.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was an extra photo frame on the desk.

In the photo frame is a group photo of himself and Song Fengfeng.It's a group photo, but it's actually a bit inaccurate, because Song Fengfeng didn't look at the camera, but stared at Yu Dong beside him, and he was talking.Yu Dong held the last truth stick in his hand, and was about to stuff it into Song Fengfeng's hand, his eyes were still looking at Zhang Jing's camera.

He remembered that Song Fengfeng said to him at that time, happy birthday, wishing that he can get what he wants, and that every day in the future will be happier than that day.

There is also a one-inch photo of Zhang Jing in the lower right corner of the photo, with a water-blue background, he purses his lips and shows a restrained smile.

Yu Dong laughed and reached for the photo frame.Unexpectedly, a strong force suddenly rushed from behind - it was Song Fengfeng who jumped up from the bed and snatched the photo frame from his hand: "Don't move!"

Yu Dong's hand was still in the air, and there was nothing in the place where the photo frame was originally placed, but another photo that was pressed underneath was exposed.

It's a single photo of Yu Dong.The fair and handsome young man held a lollipop in his hand and smiled nicely.

The embarrassment of the day returned.Yu Dong didn't see his own photo on the table for a while, and quickly raised his hands to explain to Song Fengfeng: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like being touched by others."

Song Fengfeng got out of the quilt in unlined clothes, with a flustered expression: "No no... no no, you can touch it."

Yu Dong had no choice but to change the subject, pointing to the gold scroll on the table and explaining to him.

"This is a set of gold papers that I have already finished. Zhang Jing is right, it is really good. In each set of test papers, I have circled five or six questions for you, all of which are basic questions. It is not difficult. I wrote all the problem-solving process and ideas on it. You should do each of these circled questions at least three times, or copy them three times, and write down the solution. Feel free to ask me if you don’t understand. I guarantee your math score Add at least sixty points."

He opened the notebook again.

"The first book is the key content of physics and chemistry. I wrote the page number of the textbook and the page number of the reference book. You must memorize it by heart, or copy it to the place you remember. The second book is all kinds of common phrases and phrases in English. Sentence patterns, as well as political and historical points. If you memorize these things, there is absolutely no problem in getting the basic score."

There were math books and draft papers spread out on the desk. Song Fengfeng had been reading them last night.

Yu Dong found that the Chinese textbook was not on the table, so he added a few more words: "For Chinese, you need to speed up your writing, you must finish your composition, and the book says you must memorize ancient poems and passages..."

He stopped talking suddenly, and his eyes fell on the single photo of himself on the desktop.

Song Fengfeng heard that halfway through, he realized that Yu Dong came to give him materials, and before he could thank him, he found that the photos he secretly hid had fallen on the desk at some point.

He was still holding the photo frame in his hand, and quickly reached out to cover it, but Yu Dong had quick eyes and quick hands, and he had already grabbed it.

"My photo?" He was surprised, "Why is there a photo of me here? Zhang Jing gave it to you?"

He saw that Song Fengfeng's ears were red.

"I asked for Zhou's mother!" Song Fengfeng said, "She told me the other day that she didn't have any photos of you when you grew up."

"Then you won't give it to her?" Yu Dong asked.

Song Fengfeng didn't know how to answer, so he simply put down the photo frame, got into the quilt again, and covered his head: "I forgot!"

Yu Dong sat on his bed: "Then I take it back to her?"

Song Fengfeng hesitated for two seconds: "Okay. Take it away!"

"Remember to read the information I gave you." Yu Dong's tone changed and became a little fierce, "I will check it in a week."

"Understood." Song Fengfeng said in a muffled voice.

"Get up and have lunch." Through the quilt, Yu Dong patted him on the shoulder.

He heard Yu Dong leave quickly, the door clicked, and then there was the sound of going down the stairs from the rooftop.Song Fengfeng let go of the quilt and let out a long sigh of relief.He had to ask Zhang Jing for film development again, he thought to himself, turned over, and suddenly saw a piece of paper beside his pillow.

Yu Dong didn't take away his single photo, he put it beside Song Fengfeng's bed and returned it to him.

Song Fengfeng immediately grabbed the photo, rushed out of the room, and ran to the edge of the roof.At this time, Yu Dong happened to walk onto the Yuhe Bridge.

He remembered the day he met Yu Dong for the first time, and it was also like this: he was on the second floor, Yu Dong was on the Yuhe Bridge, and the sun was fierce and hot.

"Yu Dong!" he yelled, "You don't want the photo anymore?"

Yu Dong looked back at him: "Forgot."

Song Fengfeng said in his heart that you were lying to ghosts, and he was still holding it in his hand just now.Subconsciously, he wanted to ask Yu Dong "is it true or not", but the words suddenly changed in the middle: "In the afternoon... are you going to play ball? Ping-pong, it won't hurt your hands."

"Call Zhang Jing again." Yu Dong said, "Remember to do the questions! We will do it today."

Song Fengfeng muttered for a long time, and asked him: "Shall I give you a photo too? My own."

Yu Dong: "No."

Song Fengfeng: "Why!"

Yu Dong: "It's too dark, attracting evil spirits."

In a blink of an eye, the entrance exam is here.

Yu Dong got the first overall score in the test, while Zhang Jing remained in the top 16 in the city, followed closely by the school committee.Zhang Jing was very gossip, he looked for the name of the school committee's girlfriend on the rankings, and found that the girl was ranked [-]th in the city.

Song Fengfeng rarely passed the basic test, and even Teacher Tong was shocked: "I always thought you were the type with strong limbs and a simple mind."

Song Fengfeng: "Then teacher, you may have misunderstood me."

Teacher Tong: "I have misunderstood you for three years, right? I am your homeroom teacher in the first grade of junior high school!"

Song Fengfeng grinned, and took out the notebook and the golden scroll that Yu Dong gave him like offering treasures: "Because I have the secret weapon Yu Dong gave."

The days were lacklustre, he still got up early for training, went to wake up Zhang Jing, and brought Yu Dong breakfast from Huaihuang Street.It's the end of April in a blink of an eye, and the students in the third grade of junior high school are about to usher in the physical examination.

Zhang Jing said lazily, "I might just get 20 points."

"Give yourself a little confidence!" Song Fengfeng encouraged him.

Yu Dong put on knee pads and reminded Song Fengfeng: "Don't pay attention to him, he told me before the math test that he might only get 110 points."

As a result, I got 120 in the test, the only perfect score in the city.

Zhang Jing was very thick-skinned, and he laughed when he heard the words: "Give yourself a little leeway."

At this time, the school committee had already run 1000 meters, came over panting, and found out his water bottle.

"Has it passed?"

"Passed." The school committee said calmly, "My goal is full marks."

Zhang Jing watched the school committee leave, and a raging fighting spirit was ignited in his heart.He wanted to share it with Song Fengfeng or Yu Dong, but when he turned around, he found that Song Fengfeng was massaging Yu Dong's arms and thighs.

"The public! It's indecent!" He sat next to Song Fengfeng, "press me too."