lost spark

The last class of this semester is on Wednesday afternoon. When I woke up in the morning, it was snowing outside, and the sky and the earth felt like ice and mist. Ye Ting, wrapped in a clean bedding, lay by the window and watched for a long time, when he suddenly yelled Qu Yi Xiao's name.

Hearing the sound, Qu Yixiao walked quickly from the living room to the bedroom, only to see him hiding under the blanket with his messy hair and softly asking, "Do you want to come and listen to my class? You don't seem to have seen my class yet. look like."

"Okay, then I will go to school with you today."

The studio is closed, which is equivalent to a long vacation. Qu Yixiao has nothing to do. He doesn't intend to tell Ye Ting that he has watched the short 1-minute video sent by Ding Chuang countless times. He wants to listen to Ye Ting's French class seriously.

Try to dress yourself as a student, Qu Yixiao has been away from school for too long.

Putting on a knitting hat, wearing a white scarf, and taking out round-frame glasses that he rarely used, Ye Ting took a picture of him with his mobile phone as a souvenir, and then said: "You are so handsome. Actually, you don't need to dress up specially. People will care, you are very young."

"I just wanted to do it once."

In the classroom, Qu Yixiao sat in the back row, making eye contact with the eyes projected from the stage from time to time. Ye Ting was a little shy and a little nervous, but the boy who usually circled around him was standing on a high place, glowing and glowing, holding a calm and brilliant The tone of voice points to his own country.

It should be like this, Ye Ting should be so high-spirited and proud.

Ye Ting once said that life abroad is boring. He doesn't like romantic nightlife, and he doesn't like to travel in a car. He likes to stroll in the street market, love to chat with men, women and children who sell flowers, and get lost in other people's stories, so he can forget himself. s story.

Qu Yixiao listened intently, as if he had become a real student. He couldn't understand French, but he could follow Ye Ting's life in France frame by frame.

His outstanding appearance has attracted a lot of attention. Careful people compared it and found that he and Ye Ting were wearing couple accessories, sweaters, patterned gloves and plain scarves. It was also a coincidence. ponder.

They were whispering and discussing and guessing, but Ye Ting ignored them, and even felt a little pleasure in secretly showing off. After class, he took Qu Yixiao to the office. At the end of the semester, the campus was deserted, and no one else was seen in the office except an administrative teacher. .

After taking some necessary materials, I accidentally saw the empty desk opposite. No one took it over there, and there was some dust on it. The green plant at the corner of the desk seemed to be waiting for its owner comically, and it was carefully taken care of by the female teacher next door. so as not to dry up with thirst.

This is Ye Ting's best choice when he goes back and gets on the bus. When he is not in a hurry, this is Ye Ting's best choice. He loves the slow rhythm. The slower time passes, the longer this life will be.

The dead branches and fallen leaves outside the car window were covered with snow, and the road was covered with snow.

Just like what the female student said, Qu Yixiao put on bright colors for all his performances in French class, Ye Ting was satisfied, listening to Qu Yixiao's praise, while reminiscing about the love stories written on those few pieces of paper .

Loving someone is a slow flow, always have to wait patiently to wait for the best.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and when I got off the bus, the sky and the earth were vast and white, and I opened my umbrella and walked slowly in the snow. When the cold wind blew Ye Ting's palms were cold, he was wrapped in Qu Yixiao's arms to keep him warm, and when he arrived at the door, After patting off the snowflakes on his shoulders, he gently squeezed Qu Yixiao's hand.

"Is there something you're hiding from me?" He tilted his head and asked with a smile, the hair on the brim of his hat hung on his forehead, and his smile was as rich as the snow outside the window.

"What?" He took off his gloves and put them on the grid. There were scum of melted snowflakes on them, which made his hands feel cold. Qu Yixiao let go of Ye Ting to prevent the air from passing through.

Ye Ting had something important to ask, so she took a small step back, facing Qu Yixiao at the door, and went into the living room: "Wu Pingyu is no longer in our school, do you know about this?"

Qu Yixiao rubbed his palms, turned on the heater, and asked, "Should I know? I'm not familiar with him."

"Oh, just say it." Ye Ting is going to make a cup of hot coffee later, and then warm milk for Qu Yixiao to drink. It should be warm in the cold winter, but now I want to confirm another thing: "Yes It's not about you?"

"I just mentioned something to the teacher. He knows your principal. The teacher is very smart. Of course he understands what I mean."

Qu Yixiao didn't hide it, he still remembers that once in a while, that man looked at Ye Ting's eyes and said: "I didn't want to do anything to that man, but I just don't like the way he looks at you, even one glance makes people uncomfortable. , he may be very kind, but he is definitely not kind to you."

"How kind can a person like him be, and I won't be bullied by him." But Ye Ting didn't care about that, and shook Qu Yixiao's hand in the face: "You're jealous, aren't you? Admit it, I can smell it."

With those earnest eyes, Qu Yixiao silently nodded, there is nothing to be ashamed of being jealous, so he fulfilled his wish, Fu Ziyue said that Ye Ting took him seriously, so why not himself.

Ye Ting was overjoyed and kissed him hard on the face, took out the coffee beans, and while unpacking the bag, said: "Then let's have sugar porridge at noon, snow goes best with sugar porridge."

The corners of Qu Yixiao's eyes and brows softened, and he said, "It's up to you."

There are two more days when Ye Wanhong will be discharged from the hospital. The doctor said there is nothing serious, and he should drink plenty of water and rest. On the day of discharge, Qu Yixiao and Ye Ting rushed over early. In fact, they were running to the hospital every day during this time.

Ye Wanhong didn't lose weight, but seemed to have gained some flesh. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Qu Yixiao's credit was unavoidable. Liang Jieyun chose not to say a word more often. It seemed that since she learned that the two had a relationship, she understood that everything was wrong. to no avail.

On the day of discharge from the hospital, the snow stopped, and the two went to pick up and drop off Ye Wanhong as usual, and then sent them back to the villa.

The villa was cold and deserted, and the room was dark and dark. Turning on half of the wall lights, Ye Ting brought Qu Yixiao with him when he came here for the first time. The room was simple and empty, with no dazzling decorations. Liang Jieyun walked in last and followed them in silently. .

Ye Wanhong called Ye Ting, the father and son talked in the study on the second floor.

Ye Wanhong cut his hair short, with a ruddy complexion, put down the stack of documents he had been dealing with non-stop since he recovered from his illness, clasped his hands, and said to Ye Ting: "Although I haven't asked you what's going on, I probably think about it too." It's almost there."

"Yes, Dad." Ye Ting was sitting opposite him, he guessed the reason why Ye Wanhong told him to stay, but he had to say something first: "No matter what you think, you can't change my mind."

"I used to think that your mother was right, but in fact, once this matter is absolutely right or wrong, we will all fall into confusion and pain. Your mother and I are nearly 50 years old, and it is best to look back and reflect on our lives."

Ye Ting was sitting on the soft leather chair by the window. There was a little sunlight outside, and the light was warmer than the air. He didn't know what Ye Wanhong wanted to express, so he lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "The so-called right or wrong is just a fork in the road. , Did I choose the same path as you guys?"

Ye Wanhong pondered for a moment, and said: "I'm not stopping you, let alone cutting off your retreat, I'm your father, and you're not fifteen or sixteen years old, as long as you make up your mind, you can do whatever you want. "

Ye Ting, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, even has a vague sense of rebellion.When a man falls into the water, his first instinct is to struggle hard, and then he is drowned. The reason for his drowning is not that he did not struggle hard enough, but that he could not swim at all.

For a long time, Ye Wanhong has not come forward to hinder anything, but he has not really helped anything, but his heart has always been more or less entangled with guilt, ashamed of his son who begged him helplessly, ashamed of his indecisive and irreparable love. Qu Yixiao.

Ye Ting suddenly understood, he stood up and said gratefully: "I think I understand what you mean, Dad."

After many years, the four of them sat at the same table to eat. This meal was cooked by Liang Jieyun herself. For some reason, there was Ye Ting's favorite braised pork on the table, and there was also the spicy crab that Qu Yixiao couldn't put it down. shrimp.

The person is the same as before, and the taste is still the same. Qu Yixiao didn't dare to eat any more after eating a few chopsticks. On the way to borrow the bathroom, he suddenly received a message from Fu Ziyue, and he was half-wet and half-dry. He took out his hand and glanced at it, then paused for a moment.