instant ashes

When I got home, my mother greeted me kindly as always and called me to eat, but I was really dizzy and panicked. I said casually that I didn't want to eat, so I stripped off my clothes, got into the bed with all my body, and fell asleep.I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I always feel vaguely as if someone is staring at me.

It wasn't until my mother woke me up the next day and told me to go to school that I realized that I didn't do my homework.

Shit, the top-heavy feeling seems to be getting worse, but it's okay, I'm in good health, after today's worst wave is over, it will start to improve tomorrow.While drinking noodle porridge, I looked at the back of my mother who was busy packing steamed buns and pickles for me, and thought to myself: How can I solve this homework?I am a person who is used to being alone and has no friends. How can I suddenly ask others to copy their homework.Why don't you just call in sick?No, after a day of class, I feel as if someone has taken advantage of me, and I feel uncomfortable.Another reason is that I don't want to disappoint my parents, even though I am not that keen on going to school.My dad went out to earn money in order to save enough money to send me to college, but I didn’t have much interest in studying. I felt that I was already very unfilial and I couldn’t let them down any more, so every day Classes are mandatory, as to whether you can understand what you are listening to or not, whether you are distracted or not is another matter.This led to my academic performance being very average, the kind that got stuck in the middle.

After breakfast, I packed my things and went to school.

After the rain, the sky is sunny and the air is just right.The moist soil, the warm trees, the fresh fragrance exuded by the flowers, the intertwined and circling songs of the birds, and the antique red-roofed kiosk, even the long thin figure in the kiosk is much more pleasing to the eye .

……what?

Fan Xiaoyun?

Fan Xiaoyun also saw me, and he waved to me, as if signaling me to go over.

I hesitated for a moment, but still met him in the pavilion.

"What's the matter." I asked.

"You don't look well. Are you sick?"

His voice is not loud, but it sounds nice, a little cold, but also gentle, like jade beads falling on a plate, it makes people feel comfortable.

This seemed to be the first time I heard him speak.

"What's none of your business?" I was not very happy to get along with him, and my tone was not much better.

"..." He stiffened for a moment, then half turned around, lowered slightly, took out a few homework books from the schoolbag on the connecting chair, and stretched them out in front of me.

His hands are beautiful, and his fingers are well-knit, with a sense of strength that only belongs to boys.

"Yesterday's homework," he said.

I took it, flipped through it, and was suddenly surprised. This is really the homework assigned by the teacher yesterday!Chinese, Mathematics, English... He has written them all for me! And even the handwriting is exactly the same as mine!

"Okay! You boy! You are very understanding! This word is exactly the same as mine!"

It's like a pie in the sky, the annoying problem that was bothering me just now has been perfectly solved in one fell swoop!I have always ignored the fact that he is a top student with excellent grades. I never imagined that he can play such a big role now!I was so overwhelmed with joy that I accepted it without giving it a second thought.

"Your handwriting is ugly, so it's not difficult to imitate. I also made a few mistakes on purpose according to your level. I don't think the teacher will find out that someone else did it for you." He said so.

My smile suddenly froze on my face.

"Thank you, then I'll go first."

I was a little depressed, so I left him and went to school alone.

In this way, I handed in my homework with a bit of anxiety. It was not until the time of self-study in the afternoon that the teacher sent out the corrected homework one after another.

I first opened the math homework book and got 80 points. It seemed that I had deceived the teacher. I was relieved and started to calculate from the wrong topic.

10 minutes later……

……what?

Why is this happening?

The wrong answer he wrote, including the process of solving the problem, is exactly the same as my current calculation process on the straw.That is to say, if I was asked to answer this question, I would answer it like this, and even the train of thought was the same as what he wrote.

This is a bit powerful...

I am not reconciled, re-read the question, and re-calculate.

Then, I came to the conclusion:

I!It can only be done like this!

what to do?Do you want to ask him for advice? Well...and I'm really curious, he seems to know my problem-solving ideas well.

Now is the afternoon self-study, which is the time to learn and communicate!I made some mental hints and came to the dark little corner in front of his seat.

"Hello! Fan Xiaoyun!" I called him.

He raised his head and looked at me, his eyes were like a quiet night, calm and deep, as if he was not surprised by my arrival at all.

My eyes landed on his desk again, where there was half a steamed bun in a disposable plastic box.

"Fuck, Fan Xiaoyun, this steamed bun can't be the one I gave you yesterday, right?"

Considering his self-esteem, I lowered my voice and lowered my decibel to approach his face, and asked in a low voice.

He smiled embarrassedly, nodded, and then said to me: "What's the matter?"

A poem suddenly exploded in my mind:

"Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom"

He looks so pretty when he smiles...

"Uh...I..."

what am i going to say

"Is there something wrong with homework?" He reminded understandingly.

"Yes, homework! That...can you show me your math homework first?"

He agreed and handed me his homework.

I opened it.

I was stunned.

All the books are red ticks and [-] points, my friends!

Are you a Virgo? How did you manage to get all the questions right? !

"I'm a Virgo."

He spoke suddenly, as if using mind reading, in a tone that didn't match my impression of him at all.

"and also……"

"If I told you..."

"I know the answering ideas of the whole class very well, believe it or not"

His voice is like a poppy rippling in the water, lingering and bewitching.

"You are so good and your grades are so good, why doesn't anyone like you?"

Unconsciously, I asked such a sentence.

He looked at me and didn't speak.There was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, as if he was tempting me, letting me find the answer and his secret by myself.