God of learning, he always wants to break my glasses

The provincial excellent school review lasts about one and a half months, so students have to take elective courses for seven or eight weeks.

For the first and second graders, this is probably a happy thing, but for the third graders, it is very frustrating. After all, they are facing the college entrance examination, and the review time is repeatedly compressed.

In the second week of the Provincial Excellence Evaluation, Qin Yang once again sat at the same table with Dun Nuo in the appreciation class of ancient Greek myths and stories, and won a customized gift package for mathematics.

In the third week, Qin Yang knew that it was hopeless to read extracurricular books while sleeping, so he went to class empty-handed, and received a copy of Qin Yang's edition of the Mathematics Book.

In the fourth week, after the ballroom dancing class, Dun Nuo mysteriously took out a small book from his coat and stuffed it into Qin Yang's hat, which was called "Qin Yang's Edition Cheats for Chinese Reading Comprehension".

In the fifth week, Qin Yang, who wanted to sneak away, was trapped in a grove, and was forced to accept the care and love from the great learning god——Qin Yang's version of the easy-to-false and difficult-to-fault.

As for why the words "Qin Yang version" are always followed, Qin Yang knew the answer later.

Smile like a god of learning: "Since you are willing to do your homework seriously and hand it over to the teacher, as a good helper for the teachers, I am naturally willing to help them share some of the students' work."

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In the bustling night market, people are crowded shoulder to shoulder, the aroma of grilled fish is mixed with colorful lights, and the picture under the night is ordinary and warm.

The photo that had just been washed out and sealed with a plastic film was still warm, and Qin Yang stood next to him under the streetlight, holding up the photo and squinting to look at it carefully.

Dressed in a black and white school uniform, the tall and long-legged Dun Nuo put his hands in his pockets. He looked up at the camera with a smile in his eyes.

It stands to reason that taking pictures from this angle will only make people short and ugly, but Deng Nuo seems to be born with a filter. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the students upstairs with a gentle and indifferent expression, which is different from his peers. .

Even if the row upstairs in the hallway was full of aliens, he would probably be able to smile without changing his face.

He stuffed all the photos into the inner interlayer of the schoolbag, leaving only one four-inch photo in his pocket.

The cold wind was bleak, Qin Yang shrank his neck into the scarf, and the beige scarf covered half of his face.

He didn't pass by this snack street on his way home. Every time he wanted to find the old man who sold candied haws on a whim, he was lucky if he could meet him once or twice out of five times.

In Dun Nuo's words, he can only eat his life, not buy it.

The old man who sells candied haws is a itinerant vendor pushing a small cart. Qin Yang looked for the red skewered bicycle within sight, and was pleasantly surprised to find the target.

...beside the three large trash cans.

Qin Yang hesitated for a while, but in the end cleanliness couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so he walked towards the car.

"Candied haws, 20 yuan a bunch, [-] yuan five bunches. You can use Alipay and WeChat, and there are other fruit flavors, fresh and good quality, enjoy a sweet life!"

The old man's business is quite fashionable. Qin Yang has always adhered to the principle of moderation when interacting with others, but only this one, he has the urge to overstep the rules.

He took out a 20 yuan RMB card and walked towards the candied haws cart with a serious face.

All kinds of delicacies on both sides of the snack street are like air, and their presence is not even as pleasing to the eye as those three trash cans.

Grandpa Mao was held in the palm of his hand with preciousness. He came to the stall and said almost piously: "Hello, I want five bunches of candied haws."

If you only buy one string, you need the boss to give you some change. The boss just said that Alipay and WeChat are fine.In order not to cause trouble for others, Qin Yang decided to buy five strings directly, avoiding this trouble.

The big boy stood in front of him with a cold and solemn face, looking at him with a serious expression and saying that he wanted to buy candied haws, and even had a sense of impending doom and gloom.

The old man who had seen so many worlds couldn't help shivering from the cold, and muttered to himself: Is this kid here to buy things or to collect debts?

The old man took the money and packed five candied haws for him, Qin Yang: "Just four."

Qin Yang pointed to the one in his hand, his eyes slightly hooked: "Eat this now."

"Oh good!" The old man dutifully took out the packing bag, Qin Yang took the gourd of the chosen one, and suddenly felt a strong gaze.

He turned his head subconsciously, and there were three large trash cans on one side.

A figure squatted beside the trash can, quietly, motionless, staring at him with a pair of dark and bright eyes.

Qin Yang was stunned.

The man was only wearing a thin autumn coat, and his school trousers were scratched several times by a sharp weapon.

There was a red palm print visible to the naked eye on the right half of his cheek, and even in the night, a faint trace of blood could be seen.

He hooked his lips, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and smiled at him.

Qin Yang clenched his palms tightly, then let them go again.

He walked to the trash can, and the people in the corner put their hands on the ground generously and looked at him with a smile on their faces: "What a coincidence, Qin Yang."

"Yu Yingguang." Qin Yang read out his name.

The smile on Yu Yingguang's face faded, "It's really bad luck to meet you again."

Qin Yang frowned: "Why are you..." The words stuck in his throat, and he changed the phrase, "Those people came to you again?"

There was a bloody smell in his mouth, Yu Yingguang swallowed the blood foam, and said indifferently: "Yes, what's the problem?"

Qin Yang was silent.

He thought that after such a long time, those people should no longer trouble Yu Yingguang, but the fact is that those people came to him again.

The more nonchalant Yu Yingguang was, the more it proved how much he had suffered that he shouldn't have suffered.

Qin Yang frowned: "The debt he owes has nothing to do with you, why do those people come to you again and again." He looked into Yu Yingguang's eyes, "They know that you have not paid the debt."

Yu Yingguang resisted the dizziness and stood up. He swayed slightly and quickly stabilized his figure.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to speak lightly: "Qin Yang, do you really think they don't understand this truth? No matter how much I hate my relationship with him, the fact is there and can never be erased. "

"Those people don't need to worry about whether I pay it back, as long as they know that I am his son."

"Because of this blood relationship, I have to inherit everything I got from him, including everything I don't want to inherit." Yu Yingguang stared at him and said word by word.

Qin Yang's pupils dilated and his fingers trembled slightly.

Inheriting everything...the things that had to be inherited, wanted and not wanted, and had to live with the possibility of them being taken away.

The shadow in the corner of the wall blocked half of Yu Yingguang's face, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, and he was quickly suppressed.He waved his hands helplessly and said, "Hey, forget it, it's not a big deal, it will be fine when I graduate and leave here."

He stretched out his hand and poked Qin Yang's sleeve cautiously, "Shall I have a bunch of candied haws? I saw you bought five bunches."

Qin Yang's eyes were filled with gloom. The three words "candied haws" hit his reflex arc with great precision. He shook his head slightly, and gave the candied haws in his hand to Yu Yingguang.

Yu Yingguang smiled: "Okay, thank you, I'll go home first. How about you pretend you haven't seen me today?"

Qin Yang stood silently with his eyes downcast, silent.

The face that was always as cold as an iceberg seemed to flow with a stream of heat that had just been roasted by a flame, slipping through a trace of warmth and intolerance.

Yu Yingguang was on his way home with candied haws in his mouth.

The back of the school trousers was also scratched, two big openings exposed the long johns inside, and the cold wind just got in through a small hole, his back was thin and a little funny in the bleakness.

Qin Yang said behind him: "I'll be home at 35:[-], if you're afraid of the dark, you can come and find me."

Thirteenth Middle School ends at [-]:[-] p.m. every day, and as soon as the bell rings, the students from the regular school are almost gone.

Qin Yang has been sitting in the classroom for 15 minutes before going back. Before sending Yu Yingguang home, he just waited for him at the school gate a few minutes earlier.

Yu Yingguang didn't look back, but just stretched his arms and waved to show that he knew.

Qin Yang did not propose to send him home, whether he needs protection or not depends entirely on his own wishes.

Yu Yingguang knew that Qin Yang didn't owe him anything. If there was a little bit of guilt that he had cheated in the last escort, then this time, it was all out of his own empathy.

Yu Yingguang hummed a song, a little happy.

Not far away, he suddenly remembered that next week would be Christmas, and he forgot to ask Qin Yang if he had any presents he wanted.

So he turned back again, but there was no one in front of the candied haws stand.

"Boss, when did the boy who bought candied haws leave? Where did he go?" Yu Yingguang asked.

The old man was deeply impressed by the boy who squatted by the trash can for half an hour just now, he shook his head: "Three or four minutes ago, I don't remember where to go."

Yu Yingguang said "thank you" regretfully, thinking about going back and asking him online, the grandfather stopped him and said, "Hey little classmate, do you know him? He left his things with me."

Yu Yingguang: "Yes, what? I'll pass it on to him."

The grandfather took out a photo and handed it to him, muttering: "A photo, he probably dropped it on the ground accidentally and didn't pay attention, so I picked it up when I saw it."

"That's him in the photo, right? The young man with him looks good too. All the boys in your school are good."

Yu Yingguang took the photo with a gloomy expression.He twitched the corners of his mouth and said with an ugly expression: "Oh, yes, all the students in our school are good students."

Cross the bridge and walk the dark road home.

The small four-inch photo was pinched in the palm of his hand, and with his fingers, the photo was folded in half.

The plastic film was crumpled bit by bit, and the whole photo was broken and wrinkled.

He lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.The miserable "ho ho" laughter echoed on this path, evoking an infinite chill behind.

Pressing his hand on the doorknob painted red with "debt not repaid", he opened the door, holding back all emotions coldly.

The author has something to say:

Happy Friday everyone~

The double change makes the already poor manuscripts even worse, it's time to transform into a codewriter

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Thank you for asking for another bottle of nutrient solution, chirp, chirp, chirp~

(ps: I imagined your mental activities, I feel really cute hahaha~)