Bailangbian

It happened two days ago.

In the beginning, Song Fengfeng didn't want to borrow homework from Yu Dong.He began to want to maintain a good image in front of Yu Dong, be smarter and more responsible than before, and occasionally make Yu Dong exclaim "You actually finished your homework".

So he first went to Zhang Jing to borrow homework to copy.

Zhang Jing didn't finish his homework at all, and he was rushing to make up for it in the last few days.Sun Wuyang was still Zhang Jing's head teacher. He punished the students who did not complete their summer homework. The method was very simple, that is, they were fined to be on duty for one month in a row, including the responsible area of ​​the class in the school and the cleaning of the classroom.

Zhang Jing really didn't want to waste the precious time that he could discuss learning content with Guan Chuyang on sweeping the floor.

"I'll send it to you in two days." Zhang Jing buried his head in the work, "You are so free, why don't you do more yourself."

Song Fengfeng actually needed to continue training during the summer vacation, and even entered the youth football school for closed training for two weeks.But even so, he was indeed much more leisurely than Zhang Jing.

"Do you have to do your homework when you are free?" Song Fengfeng was lying on the recliner in Zhang Jing's room, texting with his mobile phone, "What's the point of being a human being?"

Zhang Jing ignored him, and Song Fengfeng clicked the keyboard of his mobile phone alone, and sent a text message to Yu Dong.

He asked Yu Dong what he was doing, Yu Dong quickly replied: reading.

He asked Yu Dong what books he was reading, and Yu Dong quickly replied: "English original book."

"Is it good? I want to see it too."

After a while, a text message from Yu Dong came: Don't bother me, it's so annoying.

Song Fengfeng looked at Yu Dong's text message and smirked.He started to scroll forward, looking at the text messages from the past chats.

He laughed while watching, and kicked his legs on the recliner when he was so happy.

Zhang Jing was so annoyed by him.

"What are you looking at? You're smiling so much..." He struggled to choose his words, "I don't know whether it's better to say you're mad or mad."

"Look at Yu Dong's message." Song Fengfeng said, "You don't even understand it."

Zhang Jing subconsciously glanced at his mobile phone.He also sent messages to Guan Chuyang, usually "What time is the make-up class today" "Your information is still here with me, would you like me to give it to you", the content is lackluster, let alone interesting.

During the two weeks that Song Fengfeng went to the youth football school for training, he happened to celebrate his birthday there.Yu Dong bought him a pair of sneakers and waited until Song Fengfeng came home before giving them to him.

While flipping through the text messages, Song Fengfeng recalled the day when Yu Dong gave him shoes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

Zhang Jing began to pay attention to him, and soon discovered that this man smiled strangely.

"I ran into Brother Long on the street that day." Zhang Jing said.

Song Fengfeng: "Yes."

Zhang Jing: "And his boyfriend."

Song Fengfeng's eyes finally moved from the phone to Zhang Jing: "You saw it too?"

Zhang Jing didn't expect Song Fengfeng to be so calm: "You know him?"

"I know Yu Dong well." He put down his phone, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jing muttered for a long time, unable to speak, scratched his head, and changed the subject abruptly: "Do you know that there is a woman in class six who often goes to see you for training?"

Song Fengfeng: "Is there?"

Zhang Jing: "Have you forgotten? The one with such long hair, about this tall, and very thin."

Song Fengfeng didn't pay attention at all: "Come to see me training? What, she likes me?"

Zhang Jing: "Maybe."

To his surprise, Song Fengfeng was neither happy nor embarrassed.He looked as if he had heard an ordinary thing, without any emotion on his face, he picked up the phone and said "oh", and continued to immerse himself in Yu Dong's message.

Zhang Jing got up and leaned against the edge of the desk, holding a water-based pen in his hand, and twirled it around on his finger.

"I remember you sometimes go to sleep at Yu Dong's house?"

Song Fengfeng: "Yes."

Zhang Jing: "Where do you sleep?"

Song Fengfeng wondered: "Yu Dong's bed, where else is there?"

Zhang Jing: "His bed is so narrow."

Song Fengfeng: "It's just that it's not easy to turn over."

After he said these few words, he finally realized that Zhang Jing's question was very strange.After putting away his mobile phone, he sat up straight on the recliner: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Jing put down the water-based pen and scratched his hair anxiously.

"I don't know... Maybe I was thinking too much... I was looking at Brother Long and his boyfriend..." Zhang Jing said the word "boyfriend" in a very soft voice, "I suddenly thought of you and Yu winter."

Song Fengfeng's heart skipped a beat: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Jing: "You two are very similar. It's not the appearance, but the feeling of getting along with each other...too similar."

He waited for Song Fengfeng's rebuttal, but Song Fengfeng didn't.

Song Fengfeng stared at him blankly for a while, lowered his head and turned away his eyes, and said dryly, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Jing has known him for many years and knows him too well.Song Fengfeng is not good at lying, he is avoiding his own topic.

The terrible imagination made Zhang Jing grab Song Fengfeng's arm and make him face himself.

"Song Fengfeng, don't you want to... touch Yu Dong's ass!"

Zhang Jing's voice changed.

When relaying to Yu Dong, Song Fengfeng made some artistic treatment.Using the knowledge learned in Chinese class, this kind of processing can be called "Spring and Autumn Brushwork".

In short, the key point is that Zhang Jing seems to be aware of it.

Yu Dong rubbed his chin in thought.

Song Fengfeng sat on the small wooden stool made by Zheng Suibo, and was also worried by Yu Dong's expression.He ate the grilled beef slices: "What should I do?"

"It's okay." Yu Dong comforted him, "Zhang Jing is just a guess now, he's not sure. Just don't give him a definite answer."

But Zhang Jing's persistence was beyond their expectations.

After returning to school, the football team started routine training every morning and evening. Yu Dong and Zhang Jing were no longer in the same class. Sometimes Zhang Jing couldn't find him, so he went to the field to find Song Fengfeng.

Yu Dong happened to be running laps on the playground with Zheng Suibo at that time, and greeted Zhang Jing from a distance.Zhang Jing waited until Song Fengfeng finished a stage of training, and pulled him aside.

Yu Dong also happened to run to the two of them and greeted them again.

Song Fengfeng smiled and waved at him and Zheng Suibo.Sit on the artificial grass and pick up your own cup of milk tea.

Zhang Jing looked at Song Fengfeng: "It's over, really. Every time I see the two of you together, I always have an ominous premonition."

Song Fengfeng carefully sucked out the starch pearls in the milk tea: "You are not a school committee member, so your hunch is not accurate."

"My intuition is great, Heifeng." Zhang Jing was in a hurry, and grabbed Song Fengfeng's car to prevent him from leaving, "Can you give me a frank answer?"

Song Fengfeng's expression also became serious: "There is no answer, Zhang Jing. How can I give you an answer to something that doesn't exist?"

Zhang Jing was dubious.

"You must tell me something." Zhang Jing emphasized, "What is our relationship, right? Don't hide it from me."

Song Fengfeng chewed the firm starch pearls, stared at Zhang Jing and nodded.

Strangely, a part of his heart was assigned to rationality, and was reminding him: This is something wrong, and Zhang Jing's worries are justified.

But the larger part was thumping, jumping, and making a fuss, which made Song Fengfeng restless.

This is the beginning of his 17-year-old.

It was the first time he discovered that he liked and cared about someone.

Yu Dong and Zheng Suibo are both in Class [-], Grade [-], the liberal arts class.What surprised him was that Wu Tong was also in this class.Wu Tong's physical chemistry grades were terrible. In the exam where most people can get A's, he actually got two B's.

Even Zheng Suibo found it incredible: "I got an A."

But Wu Tong's grades in other subjects were still good.He is good at history, and can tell a lot of stories casually, even Yu Dong is fascinated by it.

"He's a liar." Zheng Suibo reminded Yu Dong, "If you listen too much, you'll be drawn in by him."

Wu Tong looked at him: "Have I ever lied to you?"

Zheng Suibo: "There isn't a day when you don't lie to me, okay!"

Wu Tong narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I'm sad, really."

Yu Dong received a text message from Song Fengfeng.It was his first day of physics class today, and he was surprised to find that it was Sun Wuyang who taught his class.

Sun Wuyang was in the top class of Senior One, and he was not familiar with the students in other classes.But he knew Song Fengfeng, a good friend of Zhang Jing and Yu Dong, a rising star of the football team, and a black-haired boy.

"He asked me if I wanted to be a representative of the physics class." Song Fengfeng said in a text message.

Yu Dong laughed so hard that he lay on the table shaking non-stop.

Wu Tong went out to play while get out of class was over, Zheng Suibo was still sitting at the same table as Yu Dong, and he was lying on the table like Yu Dong.Yu Dong stopped laughing and found Zheng Suibo sighing.

"what happened to you?"

Zheng Suibo didn't look very happy these days.

"I did something wrong." Zheng Suibo turned his head to look at Yu Dong.

His hair was soft, and his slender eyes were full of rare sadness.Yu Dong thought to himself, is Zheng Suibo playing some bitter drama?

"Oh..." Zheng Suibo sighed again.

"What did you do wrong?" Yu Dong also asked him lying on his stomach.

Zheng Suibo hesitated to speak.

"Uncle and aunt will beat me to death." He covered his face, stuttering with worry, "I'm not good."

Yu Dong: "???"

When Wu Tong came back from buying some snacks, he threw a bag of potato chips to Zheng Suibo through the window, and scratched him on the head a few times along the way.

Yu Dong wasn't sure if he was wrong.But when Zheng Suibo was touched by Wu Tong's hair, he was obviously taken aback, and then his ears turned red.

"If you don't eat or eat, you will get angry."

Wu Tong put another carton of winter melon tea in front of him.

Zheng Suibo poked the straw in and drank slowly.Wu Tong leaned out of the window, casually grabbed his mobile phone, and started playing Snake.

Life in the second year of high school seems to be easier than in the first year.Everyone is familiar with the rhythm of high school life. Those who joined various student associations in the first year of senior high school have become the talkers of each association after they entered the second year of high school, and their actions and speeches are very popular.

"Wait... aren't you from the football team?"

Yu Dong, Song Fengfeng, and Zhang Jing drank milk tea and ate barbecue at the Dazhilao Milk Tea Shop after school, and were confused by Song Fengfeng's words.

"You got fired from the football team?"

"It's impossible to fire me even if you fire the whole team, okay?" Song Fengfeng sneered at Zhang Jing's speculation, "I belong to the football team, and the football team is not a student club. I can still join other associations."

Yu Dong and Zhang Jing looked at each other, and asked him, "Then why did you join the Nunchaku Association?"

"Don't you know? Wu Tong is the savior of the president of the nunchaku association, and the president of the association often consults with him." Song Fengfeng picked up a bunch of fish eggs.

The two of them do know this. At the school sports meeting in the first year of high school, if Wu Tong hadn't rushed to catch the iron rod that fell out of the hands of the president of the Nunchaku Association in time, he might have smashed the vice principal on the head. It's a hole.

"Isn't the National Day next? They have been approved to participate in the National Day party of the No. [-] Middle School. They want to make some preparations. Try to make uniform in clothes and shoes, but there is no funds."

Zhang Jing understood. When he was lurking in the Biology Association, he often heard them discussing such things: "I want to advertise."

"But all the people in the association are very nerdy, and they spent a total of 200 yuan for the whole summer vacation, which is not enough to make clothes." Song Fengfeng glanced around, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "The 200 yuan is the friendly sponsorship of the owner of the big milk tea shop. Yes, but no more."

The Nunchaku Association is a newly established student association in the first year of senior high school.The president's original intention was exactly the same as Guan Chuyang's: he wanted to join a similar association, but found that there was none in the Third Middle School, so he simply set up one himself.

Since it is a new club without any foundation or reputation—except for the accident at the school sports meeting—it is very difficult to get advertisements.In addition, there are more than one student associations that have been allowed to participate in the National Day Gala. The Rock Association, Vocal Orchestra, Tai Chi Association, Press Corps, and Comic Club are all actively promoting advertisements. Basically, those who have cooperated with the student associations of No. gone.

"Then Wu Tong recommended me, saying that I am the top snake on Xing'an Street and know many people." Song Fengfeng looked at the two of them, "I just... I agreed."

Yu Dong: "..."

Zhang Jing: "..."

Song Fengfeng was dejected: "You are anxious for righteousness, and you are brave enough to see righteousness."

But after working hard for a week, he finally found that advertising was not easy at all.The shops on Xing'an Street are not interested in student advertisements at all, and they don't only do business for students.

Both Yu Dong and Zhang Jing had the same thought in their minds, they looked at each other a few more times, and gradually narrowed their eyes.

Song Fengfeng looked at their expressions and knew that they had the same thoughts as himself.

"My next target is Brother Long." Song Fengfeng said.

"Don't use the signboard of Internet cafes." Zhang Jing said, "Last time I heard from you, isn't Brother Long the largest computer accessories supplier? We are the largest here. This is very interesting."

Song Fengfeng's eyes fell on Yu Dong's face.

"Yu Dong accompany me?"

Yu Dong glanced at him: "Why?"

Song Fengfeng: "I dare not. I'm nervous."

Yu Dong was unmoved: "I'm not from the Nunchaku Association."

Song Fengfeng turned to look at Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing: "I am not in a hurry to be righteous, but to act bravely when seeing justice."

He gave Yu Dong a high five happily.

Song Fengfeng sucked up the huge starch pearls from the bottom of the cup with difficulty, and chewed slowly.

Finding Brother Long to do business is not an easy task.

When Song Fengfeng went to the Internet cafe to play before, he saw people from other high schools or vocational schools visiting Long Ge at the Longxing Internet cafe and wanted to get sponsorship.

Song Fengfeng was still a junior high school student at that time, and he hadn't broken into the mysterious world where Brother Long played Warcraft and gambled. Sometimes he would listen curiously to Brother Long talking to these people.

Brother Long usually sat at the counter, apparently unwilling to talk to them, and after a few careless words, he dismissed them with "not interested".

He is really not interested.

I am already the largest accessories supplier, and the Longxing Internet Cafe is just across from Huihuang Street. The location is extremely good, surrounded by various junior high schools, high schools or vocational schools, and the number of people who go to the Internet Cafe every day has never stopped. What else does he have to advertise? necessary?

The more Song Fengfeng thought about it, the more difficult it became.

Brother Long really likes Yu Dong, he knows it.Of course Brother Long still likes himself, and he knows it.

"But that's money." Song Fengfeng said, "It's too difficult for him to use a sum of money to do meaningless business."

Yu Dong raised his head and sighed.

"If you talk about it again, I'm going home," he said.

Song Fengfeng quickly stopped him: "Don't talk, don't talk, you continue to read comics, I won't talk about it."

He is writing on the draft paper all possible detailed questions and answers to discuss with Long Ge, and also listed the various benefits of the Nunchaku Association and the National Day Gala, but none of the benefits seem to be enough to convince Long Ge to accept their sponsorship plan.

Yu Dong read comics for a while, and took out his mobile phone to send text messages for a while.

It was rare for Song Fengfeng to see him so busy texting, so he threw away the pen and paper in his hand, climbed onto the bed and rubbed against Yu Dong.

"Who are you texting?"

"Zheng Suibo." Yu Dong said, "He, Wu Tong, and a few class leaders are out shopping for Teacher's Day gifts."

"you want to go?"

Yu Dong raised his head to look at him: "No, let's go to the sun."

Song Fengfeng smiled, grabbed a comic, and leaned against the wall with Yu Dong to read it.

He still likes to read comics, but Yu Dong has gradually changed his interest. Song Fengfeng always feels that the comics he reads have more words than pictures.

""Invasion"?" Song Fengfeng asked him, "Is it scary?"

"It's not scary, it's quite interesting." Yu Dong said, "This kind of creature can invade people's consciousness and change the memory structure."

Song Fengfeng: "There are so many words, aren't you tired of reading?"

"... Tired." Yu Dong whispered.

He put down the book, yawned, looked carefully at Song Fengfeng's direction for a moment, pretended to lean against the wall inadvertently, tilted towards Song Fengfeng's shoulder, and put his head on his shoulder.

Song Fengfeng: "..."

He suddenly tensed up, his whole body froze, and his breathing became cautious.

"I'll take a nap." Yu Dong said.

Song Fengfeng searched for something to say: "Can't sleep? How about you lie down."

Yu Dong didn't answer, but still leaned on him.

Song Fengfeng gradually calmed down. Although his breathing returned to normal, his heart became restless again.He was always like this when he was alone with Yu Dong.Not even alone, but seeing Yu Dong in school and on the road, he could feel the sudden happiness, which easily occupied all his thoughts.

Today's Yu Dong looks a bit melancholy.

Song Fengfeng wanted to tell him something else to cheer him up.

"I don't train on Tuesday afternoon, I plan to talk to Brother Long. Will you go with me?" He asked Yu Dong, "There should be a new game over there, we can play together."

"Tuesday?"

"Well." Song Fengfeng said softly, "Let's go together? You come with me, I think it's more confident. Now Sunday, you can think about it for another day."

"I can't go." Yu Dong straightened up and wiped his eyes.

Song Fengfeng felt a little regretful, because of Yu Dong's words, and also because his shoulders suddenly became relaxed.

"I'm going to visit the grave that day." Yu Dong said to Song Fengfeng as he sat on the bed with his back slightly bent.

Song Fengfeng suddenly remembered that every year in late September, Yu Dong always looked very unhappy for a few days, and sometimes asked the school for leave.When he asked Zhang Jing about it, Yu Dong just said that he was not feeling well and didn't want to go to class.

This was the first time Yu Dong told Song Fengfeng frankly what he was going to do.

"Go with grandma." Yu Dong lowered his head, unconsciously flipping through the pages of the comic book, "My mother's tomb is not here, and I have to take the train. It's probably late at night when I get home."

Song Fengfeng didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to carefully hold his cold fingers, and slowly closed them.

An unfamiliar temperature came from Yu Dong's fingertips, which made him suddenly want to say something to Song Fengfeng that he had never mentioned before.

Mother is walking on the hospital bed.Yu Dong didn't know if that was considered peaceful, but she had already started to fall into a coma at that time, relying on equipment to maintain her life.

The condition was discovered too late and deteriorated too quickly for them to save her life.

After the doctor's examination every day, he would tell Yu Dong and Yu Qiaoshan that the family should be mentally prepared.

Yu Dong remembered hearing this sentence for the first time, when his mother passed out at home three months before her death.

The mental preparation has been done for three months, nearly a hundred days.

Yu Dong has even seen the final ending in countless nightmares.He awoke from the dream, gasping for breath while clutching at his clothes, tears streaming into the pillow.

But all mental preparations are unprepared.

Pain is alive and bloody, how can a person be prepared to fight against "pain"?Before it came, he never thought it would be so strong.

Then the days need to move on and everyone needs to move on.Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of the universe, the eternal law of time, people cannot control them, they can only harden their hearts to accept after crying.

Yu Dong then felt that he had matured.He stayed in the nursing home, no one talked to him, he listened to weird people, or secretly thought about his mother.

After thinking too much, I shed tears a few times, and the pain gradually became less painful.

But Yu Dong later discovered that it was not so.The pain would go on for a long, long time, and he wouldn't even be able to deal with it.

Even when things were business as usual, even when he started making new friends and laughing, pain was always a cloud hanging over his head.It would set off a thunderclap on some insignificant event on a happy sunny day, and shatter all his apparent peace.

It always falls on Yu Dong at a certain moment in the rest of his life, reminding him with vague but strong pain: You lost her forever.You didn't even have a good farewell.

Tears fell on the cover of "Invasion", and Yu Dong quickly wiped them away.

Song Fengfeng hugged him again, combing his hair affectionately and gently.

No one has hugged Yu Dong for a long time.Yu Qiaoshan can't, and neither can grandma.He's a big boy and he's going to be strong.

He wiped away tears on Song Fengfeng's shoulder, sobbing softly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to cry."

Song Fengfeng patted him on the back, his voice was very soft: "Tomb-sweeping, can I go?"

Yu Dong was taken aback: "What are you going to do?"

Song Fengfeng: "Get to know Auntie. She will like me. I'm handsome and nice. Wow, my son knows such a wonderful person... right?"

Yu Dong chuckled lightly: "You are stupid."

But he suddenly felt that he was no longer afraid of that painful thunder that would come at an unknown time.