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Su Shen held her breath and looked at the wall for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, every bone in my body hurt.

He rubbed his neck and glanced outside the window, it was foggy and the sun could not be seen yet.

The air in the winter morning is clear and cold. Although it is dry and cold, it smells good.He took a few deep breaths in the yard, and along the way stretched his bones that didn't feel comfortable.I don't know whose rooster crowed, which aroused the crowd of chickens in the village to sing in unison. As soon as the sound was blown up like waves, the dogs of each family uttered their voices not to be outdone, and even pulled the iron The sound of chains.

Only then did the whole village seem to wake up.

Su Shen squinted and opened the door with a smile.

Just beyond the threshold, he saw someone he shouldn't have seen.

Song Daheizi was standing under the crooked neck tree in front of their house stretching. Seeing him coming out, the stretching movement was still in mid-air. He was stunned for a while, then withdrew his hand and greeted him.

When Su Shen saw the crooked neck tree, her face twitched calmly.

It was only later that I realized that I stared at "you you you" for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

"What's the matter, you're stuck too?" Song Hailin walked a few steps towards him.

That posture has a somewhat tragic sense of being generous to die.

One is because the embarrassment of being teased by Su Shen yesterday has not passed, and the other is because the embarrassment of being teased yesterday has not passed.

"You," Su Shen ignored him, and continued to "you", "Didn't you leave?"

"You, curse me or just ask?" Song Hailin shrank his shoulders.

"Didn't you go home yesterday?" Su Shen removed the ambiguity.

Song Hailin smiled, "You have the expression of seeing a ghost, I thought you were cursing me."

Su Shen didn't speak, waiting for his answer.

"Who said I went home? I didn't say I went home."

Su Shen thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case.He did not say that he was going home.

"Hey," Song Hailin looked down at Su Shen's expression curiously, "You think I'm home?"

Su Shen felt that the past few days of the Chinese New Year were quite mindless, and he didn't know if it was because he just remembered the stupid and stupid days when he was a child. His thoughts now are always very naive. I feel ashamed and want to lose my temper.

Then he turned and left.

Before Song Hailin could react, he entered his courtyard and slammed the door.

Song Hailin knocked on the door a few times outside and shouted, "Hey, what's wrong with you, why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

Su Shen couldn't understand his actions when he was inside the door.It's clear that this matter can be over with a little haha, why did he make a face of it?Not normal, very abnormal.

So, in order to find a reasonable excuse for his behavior, Su Congming said nonchalantly through the door: "There are two dumplings left from yesterday."

"No, you..." Song Hailin muttered, "So stingy?"

"Fennel." Su Shen added.

Song Hailin thought about it, yes, after all, it is stuffed with fennel, so delicious.Thinking in another way, he must be angry too.

"Then I was in a hurry to go to a relative's house for dinner yesterday, can I apologize?"

After he finished these few words, the door opened a crack.

Su Shen blinked her eyes and said, "Did you go to a relative's house for dinner yesterday?"

It turned out that the "go" yesterday meant this.

Song Hailin nodded.

"Then... when will you go home?" Su Shen asked.

"Go home? Which home? My home?" Song Hailin asked a bunch of questions, and then gave the answer himself, "Wait for the summer vacation, my parents left early."

Su Shen froze and didn't speak.

Song Hailin suddenly laughed, "You think I'm going back? Not going back to school?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed the door open, "Can we not talk like that? It's like visiting a prison."

Su Shen didn't speak any more, and stepped back so that Song Hailin could open the door, thinking to himself, you said it yourself, you can stay here for a semester at most.

Song Hailin also seemed to see what he was thinking. After entering the door, he began to say: "I didn't tell you how much I scored in the final exam this time, did I? Telling it will scare you to death."

"I can't be scared to death."

"Hey, you don't give face." His grades this time were unprecedented, and for this reason, his father decided to extend his exile after affirming his wise and powerful decision.

Song Hailin couldn't tell what he felt about this.

It seems to be quite happy.

And he estimated that even if his father didn't mention it, he would probably bring it up himself.

Why?Needless to say?

For the past few days, he has been thinking about it.The favor towards Qingshui Township is actually due to Su Shen, saying that the country style is simple, Jinger and beautiful people are good, it is fucking nonsense, if there is no such person as Su Shen, even if you let him stay for another year or two They can't appreciate the benefits of the countryside.

Leaving aside the aunt who howled all day long discussing people's right and wrong, the broken bell at the door of the classroom alone was enough for him to survive his entire high school career.

Besides, without Su Shen, he would not be able to stay objectively.

I have to admit that [-]% of his unprecedented score in the final exam is due to Su Shen's test papers that are called heavy admission tickets.

While bragging to Su Shen about his mental journey of getting a high score, he followed him inside, and on the way, he took a jujube from outside to dry on the table.

Why didn't I think studying was so easy before, and why this time the score is over the line. If he continues to talk like this, he will probably be able to come back with a champion after a while.

Su Shen was packing the pot by the stove, interrupted him before he rushed out of the universe to stand shoulder to shoulder with Einstein, and asked while heating the bottom of the pot, "Have you eaten yet? You."

"Hey no." Song Hailin said, "Are you still frying dumplings?"

"I think you are beautiful." Su Shen said, "Next noodles, do you want to eat?"

Song Hailin was about to talk about eating, when Su Shen added, "Just water noodles, and I don't know anything else."

Grandma Su came into the house with a plate of pickles and a bundle of dried noodles, and said as she walked, "I made these noodles myself."

Su Shen poured some hot water into the pot, took the dough and put it in.

Song Hailin sighed, and pushed his wheels to one side.Su Shen was still holding chopsticks in his hand, and was about to put them into the water to stir, when he was moved away, he yelled: "Hey, what are you doing, you didn't watch cooking."

"I see, I see." Song Hailin said, "Is it okay for you to eat clear noodles in the morning?"

"If you can't eat it, you should make one." Su Shen folded his arms and looked like he was doing his best, waiting for Song Hailin to follow him to eat clear noodles.

Song Hailin chuckled, "You probably don't know my nickname, do you?"

"Dare to ask what the name of the hero is?"

He moved the Maza to sit in front of the stove, quickly lifted the lid of the pot and tried the softness of the noodles with chopsticks, then closed the lid and said: "People are called the Chinese little chefs."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Shen shrugged his shoulders and laughed mercilessly, "You have the nerve to always think that other people's reputations are bad, even you, a schoolboy with bad reputation, thinks they're dirty."

"Name..."

Song Hailin grumbled, took off the lid, scooped the noodles into a bowl, then took the oil-salt sauce, vinegar bean paste from the side shelf, heated up the pot and put oil in it.

After the oil was hot, he threw in two small peppercorns.

Grandma Su came over to have a look and said, "Can Dahei know how to cook?"

"In a little while, when my parents don't have time to cook for me, I cook it myself." Song Hailin poured down the bean paste and turned it over with a shovel a few times. "I'm a bit picky eater. I learned it myself."

As soon as Grandma Su heard him talking about his childhood, she immediately became interested, and she also came out to talk about Su Shen's childhood, and talked lively with Song Hailin.Su Shen listened to his grandma telling him about rolling under the bed when he was a child, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The more the two talked, the happier they were. They didn't stop from the time the rice came out of the pot to the time they started eating. Su Shen was completely left alone. eat.

Song Hailin listened to Grandma Su's story of Su Shen's glorious deeds with great interest, and he couldn't stop talking until Su Shen couldn't bear it anymore and shouted to stop.

He felt very sorry.

I really want to know how Sushen Primary School stuffed caterpillars in the cracks of the teacher's door.

As soon as Song Hailin entered the house, a phone call came.

He picked it up and gave a lazy "Hello", and walked into the room swayingly. Pan's mother howled over there. go back.

"Mother Pan, I'm going deaf."

"What's the matter with you, why is the sentence extended?"

"Ah..." He wandered around under the jujube tree, "Maybe it's because you performed so well, which made your Director Song more determined in his decision."

Pan Shicheng chatted over there again.

Song Hailin didn't pay much attention to it. Before Pan Shicheng finished speaking, he suddenly let out a "huh".

"What's the matter?" He said, and Pan Shicheng also stopped.

Song Hailin squatted down and took a look at the thing with the broken foot, picked it up and saw that it was a pen, "It's okay, you continue." He held the phone between his shoulders as he spoke, and unscrewed the pen with both hands.

Strange, this pen is new.There is no trace of ink being poured inside.

But from the outside, the metal ring on one side of the pen cover is rusty, and the color of the whole pen is also a bit old.

But it looks good.

He tossed the pen in his hand and had a flash of inspiration.

When I was talking to grandma just now, I found out about Su Shen's birthday, and I hadn't thought about what gift to give him, but this is just right.

He quickly interrupted Pan Shicheng who was nagging, "Cheng'er."

Pan Shicheng had goose bumps all over his body, "If you have something to say, don't disgust me."

"Hey, do me a favor. I'll send you a picture later, so you can buy me a pen."

"Pen?" Pan Shicheng's alarm bell was booming, and he rolled his eyes and asked, "Who are you sending it to? Tell me, is it the one who dreamed last time? Bar?"

Song Hailin was still looking at the pen in his hand, thinking that it might not be cheap, and was thinking about whether the New Year's money was enough. Hearing Pan Shicheng's question mark, he said: "I don't like to hear what you say, pen, I Why can't I use it myself?"

"Fuck you, why don't you return the pen? Give you a gel refill and you won't be able to use it up in a semester." Pan Shicheng sneered.

"How are you better than me?" Song Hailin said, "Even if I write with a gel pen, I still look good, but you have the nerve to say it."

"Ghost-drawing talisman is just ghost-drawing talisman. Our family's font is ancestral—don't change the subject, tell me, what happened to the little pen?"

Song Hailin ignored him, took a pen photo and sent it over.

Pan Shicheng clicked on the picture, looked at it, and asked, "Are you sure you want to give this?"

"What's the matter, I look pretty."

"It's just an ordinary fountain pen, and it's an old model," Pan Shicheng added, "it's not suitable for giving away."

"Since when have you studied pens so well?" Song Hailin turned the pen around and looked at it. It looked pretty, not ordinary.

"My grandfather has such a pen for decades." Pan Shicheng said, "Where did you find such a pen?"

Song Hailin didn't answer him.

He himself felt strange about the pen.

He wandered around under the jujube tree all day long, but he had never seen such a pen before.It definitely wasn't his grandfather's, it should have just dropped here recently.But such an old pen looks like it has been exposed to wind and rain for a while, how could anyone carry it around?

Pan Shicheng called him several times over there, asking who the gift was for.

He leaned against the tree trunk and squatted down, hesitated for a while, and gave a general idea of ​​the matter.

"Let me take it easy." Pan Shicheng said in a low voice.

Song Hailin didn't speak.It's a mess in my head.

He has never liked to think about difficult things carefully, at most he can insist on thinking about things once, and if he does more, his mind will become confused, so he simply pretends to have amnesia.When I first presented it to Pan Shi like this, he didn't know what to say other than telling the facts in a straightforward manner.It's not that he doesn't want to speak his mind.Really, no idea.

He was afraid that Pan Shicheng would ask him what do you think after recollecting it.

I didn't think about anything.he said in his heart.

Fortunately, after all these years, Pan Shicheng still understood him quite well. After a moment of silence on the phone, he called out, "Dalin?"

"Ah."

"I think," Pan Shicheng said, "you don't necessarily have any thoughts about him. You think you've met someone with the same sexuality as you, and he happens to be quite attractive... …Do you know the group effect? ​​When you meet the same type of people, you subconsciously move up, and everyone has that sense of belonging.”

"I don't know if he is." Song Hailin picked at a stone that was half buried in the soil, "Otherwise, half of the entanglement would be reduced."

Pan Shicheng laughed lightly.

"Are you lying?" Pan Shicheng said, "I don't know if he is, but if you think he is, you know in your heart."

"I..." Song Hailin was about to speak when Pan Shicheng interrupted him immediately.

"From the first day you saw him, when you saw that comment, you had this idea yourself. Even if you were not sure at the time, you must have such an idea. After that, you have been hinting in your heart all the time. So does he." Pan Shicheng analyzed logically, "Tell yourself, did you already have a hint in your heart?"

While Song Hailin was still in a daze, he concluded, "You don't really like him at all."

Song Hailin felt that he followed Pan Shicheng's words, which seemed quite reasonable.

He can't get around this logic himself.

As Pan Shicheng said, is he just a kind of gathering of the same kind of people to Su Shen?Didn't he really like Su Shen, just a kind of belonging under his hint?