rice story

"Go away!" A woman screamed, "How could I have a son like you?"

"Go away! Who told you to follow me?" A man shouted angrily: "Go with your mother, don't bother me!"

"Get out, don't you understand if I tell you to get out?" A woman's voice.

"Get out of the way!" The man's voice.

...

The two voices began to overlap infinitely and interspersed together, causing a lot of noise... The two vague faces of a man and a woman are getting closer and closer... almost approaching my eyes...

"Ah!!!", Zhao Dami finally couldn't help screaming, and then suddenly woke up from the dream.He sat up all of a sudden, rubbed his eyes, looked around... only to realize that it was a dream...

"Rice?" A slightly hoarse voice just woke up from beside him: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhao Dami turned his head, looked at Cheng Yunpeng who was watching him, and smiled wryly.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?...Dreamed about my parents...I'm fine...you...go to sleep..."

Cheng Yunpeng looked at him, waited for him to finish speaking, then sat up, stretched out his right hand to hold Zhao Dami's left hand, squeezed it lightly, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid~ The evil spirits will be scattered~"

As he spoke, he made a flamboyant pose with his other hand, and smiled at Zhao Dami.

Feeling the warmth from Cheng Yunpeng's palm, Zhao Dami felt a sudden warmth in his heart, and smiled back at him, then squeezed it back hard...

At this moment, Zhao Dami really felt that he was very lucky to have Cheng Yunpeng by his side. He lowered his head and looked at the hands they held with a smile, feeling that he was not afraid of anything...

The two just held hands like this, without saying anything...

After a long time, Cheng Yunpeng suddenly spoke.

"When I was young, I loved living with my grandpa the most"

Cheng Yunpeng turned his head to look at Zhao Dami tenderly, and said to him softly.

"My grandfather was very strict with me... When I was young, I didn't do my homework seriously, and he would pretend to be angry and hit me with a cane... The cane was very thin, but it didn't hurt at all... Actually he was reluctant, But I didn't know it at the time, and I hated him..."

Cheng Yunpeng suddenly stretched out a hand, patted the edge of the bed, motioned Zhao Dami to lean back, and continued.

"When I grow up, he won't beat me very much...Occasionally he will take me out to play badminton..."

Cheng Yunpeng suddenly looked at Zhao Dami and asked him, "Can you play badminton?"

Zhao Dami stared at him blankly and shook his head.

"It's okay... If you want, I can teach you in the future...", Cheng Yunpeng smiled again.

"I always remember that in the summer, my grandpa used to move a rocking chair to the living room window and sit there to bask in the sun... I would run around looking for nuts that he secretly hid... You know, I have eaten a lot of tropical nuts a long time ago... I also ate the ones that were not sold on the street at that time... don't know where my grandpa got them..."

"Your grandpa is so kind..." Zhao Dami said softly.

"Well...", Cheng Yunpeng smiled at him: "... Later, he passed away... Do you know, I was participating in a competition in other provinces... I didn't even see my grandpa for the last time..."

Zhao Dami squeezed his hand back, and Cheng Yunpeng turned his head and smiled at him.

"Since then, I have been taken by my parents to live in a house in the city..." Cheng Yunpeng smiled wryly, and looked at Zhao Dami.

"...Are your parents treating you badly too?" Zhao Dami asked softly.

"...What do you call it?" Cheng Yunpeng asked, and then said to himself: "If it is about food and clothing, they have never treated me badly...but...seeing each other once a month...is it good for me?"

"...That's better than my parents...", Zhao Dami said.

"Zhao Dami, do you know... since my grandfather died... I have never heard anyone call me by my nickname...", Cheng Yunpeng said.

"Where I live now, it's not home...it's just a house..."

"You...what's your nickname?" Zhao Dami turned around and patted Cheng Yunpeng on the back.

Cheng Yunpeng leaned his head on Zhao Dami's shoulder, choked up.

"Pengpeng...my name is Pengpeng..."

The two sat leaning against the bed and chatted for a while, then lay back down in silence.

The two of them were a little excited when they chatted just now, but now they suddenly calmed down, looking a little unnatural...

Zhao Dami didn't even fall asleep after turning over several times, so he turned around again, looked at Cheng Yunpeng who was lying straight with his eyes closed, for a long time, helped him tuck the quilt, and turned his back to him.

Hearing Cheng Yunpeng's soft breathing, Zhao Dami felt very at ease in his heart. He suddenly wanted to lean back and sleep next to Cheng Yunpeng.Or while he was asleep, secretly hug him to sleep, just like he hugged himself back then...

The holiday is coming to an end... Zhao Dami knows that although Cheng Yunpeng didn't say anything, he will go back soon... They ate and lived together for so many days, Zhao Dami didn't dare to ask.

But he really wanted to know why Cheng Yunpeng came to Yongshun suddenly...

Zhao Dami didn't know why he suddenly cared about this matter, he especially hoped to hear Cheng Yunpeng say, for you... because I'm worried about you... big idiot...

Zhao Dami suddenly felt that every time Cheng Yunpeng called him an idiot, his voice was very pleasant... He suddenly understood Cheng Yunpeng's feeling when he told him that no one would ever call him by his nickname...

"Pengpeng~", Zhao Dami turned around, faced Cheng Yunpeng, closed his eyes and called out softly: "Pengpeng~"

Then I felt that the hand I had just stretched out under the quilt was firmly grasped.

"Zhao Dami, are you going to sleep tonight?" Cheng Yunpeng suddenly pulled up Zhao Dami who had just calmed down.

"...tossing around in the middle of the night, poking my quilt for a while, calling my name for a while, and turning around all the time, what do you want?"

"...I, I didn't..." Zhao Dami was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, he asked back: "...you... how do you know me... Could it be that you...haven't fallen asleep all this time?"

"Nonsense, how can I sleep because you keep moving around?" Cheng Yunpeng frowned slightly.

Zhao Dami looked at him and thought he was really angry, and became a little nervous.

"Then...then you go to sleep now...I promise...I won't disturb you..." Zhao Dami hurriedly patted his chest to express his determination.

Cheng Yunpeng looked at Zhao Dami's appearance and found it a little funny.For a moment, he remembered that when he opened his eyes just now, he saw Zhao Dami facing him, closing his eyes and calling himself Pengpeng with his mouth.

Turning his head away, he couldn't help but slightly raised the corner of his mouth...

Cheng Yunpeng felt that something had changed, but he couldn't tell...

"...Pengpeng, why don't you let go first? It hurts my wrist..." Zhao Dami said pitifully and lifted the arm that was pinched by Cheng Yunpeng.

Cheng Yunpeng suddenly came to his senses and let go quickly.He looked at Zhao Dami who was rubbing his wrist beside him, and suddenly couldn't help but smiled, and said, "Can't sleep? I'll take you to play for fun~", and jumped off the bed while talking.

Zhao Dami saw it, and quickly jumped down, watching Cheng Yunpeng digging things under the bed: "What are you looking for?"

Cheng Yunpeng ignored him, and continued digging for a while, finally took out a book, and threw it at Zhao Dami's chest: "Go on!"

Zhao Dami hurriedly took it and took a look—it was his high school physics synchronization exercise book...

After a while, Cheng Yunpeng threw out another book—English workbook...

After a few minutes, Cheng Yunpeng finally cleaned up all the paper items under the bed, piled up all the workbooks and blank test papers, and placed them in front of Zhao Dami...

"Since you can't sleep, let's do a set of test papers!" Cheng Yunpeng pointed to the pile of things and said to Zhao Dami with a smile.

"Huh?" Zhao Dami finally came to his senses, and looked at Cheng Yunpeng blankly.

Cheng Yunpeng pushed Zhao Dami down on the chair, and said with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense, first do a set of physics and finish it..."

"Ah?" Zhao Dami turned to look at Cheng Yunpeng.

"Ah what?" Cheng Yunpeng retorted, "Don't cry, I'll be with you!"

Biting the penholder, Zhao Dami couldn't help wondering... Why was he woken up by a nightmare when he was sleeping soundly?

Wake up and wake up, why did you suddenly start talking about life with Cheng Yunpeng?

Just chatting, why can't I fall asleep even more?

If you can't fall asleep, you can't fall asleep. Why do you suddenly start doing physics problems?

Zhao Dami was puzzled... and the guy next to him... Zhao Dami turned his head and glanced at the person lying on the carpet next to the desk...

Also, why did you suddenly fall asleep like this when you clearly agreed to do homework with me?

Zhao Dami scratched his head with the tip of the pen and thought seriously, throw him to sleep on the ground like this, he will catch a cold the next day...

But what should I do if I wake him up and force myself to do another one?

Well, should I call him to bed to sleep?

Zhao Dami feels very tangled...

He put the pen back on the table, squatted down and stood up again, circled around Cheng Yunpeng who was lying all over the place, squatted down again, stood up again, and tried to stretch out his hand to gesture—although he has grown very tall recently Hurry up, he is also a lot stronger, but he is still a bit far from Cheng Yunpeng.

It's almost impossible to hug him up like this without waking him up.

Zhao Dami thought to himself... stood up again and circled half a circle...

He paused, walked to the side of the bed, took off the quilt and put it on the ground lightly, then turned it over to the other side, pushed Cheng Yunpeng, and wrapped it in...

After wrapping it up, he went around to the bed and turned off the light.Back at the desk, lay down next to Cheng Yunpeng, curled up tightly, leaned against Cheng Yunpeng, pulled some corners of the quilt, and covered himself...

When he woke up the next day, Zhao Dami found himself lying on the bed again... When he opened his eyes, he found no one around him, so he subconsciously called out, "Pengpeng, where are you?"

"Don't shout..." The voice came from the direction of the desk...

Zhao Dami hurriedly sat up and saw Cheng Yunpeng taking a pen and correcting the set of physics test papers he wrote last night...

"That... didn't do well in the exam..." Zhao Dami tried to explain something guilty.

"Oh...", Cheng Yunpeng was still writing and scribbling with a pen, without raising his head: "...I don't know the basic concepts... Didn't you listen to the class?"

"No, it's not...I didn't..." Zhao Dami stammered, and was immediately interrupted by Cheng Yunpeng.

"Don't talk about it, hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face. I will deliver breakfast to my aunt later, and then I will do a set of chemistry..." Cheng Yunpeng gave the order, stood up, walked over to the bed, and threw the set of test papers to Zhao. Rice in his arms, and then went straight out of the bedroom to wash his face...

Zhao Dami picked it up in a daze, and saw that almost every blank space on the test paper was filled with notes, some were formulas, some were textbook page numbers...

Zhao Dami settled down, read a few questions carefully, and then flipped the test paper to the back - at a glance, he saw the bloody 37 points in the upper right corner, and the big "Zhao Idiot" three words...

The corners of Zhao Dami's mouth suddenly couldn't help twitching, and he was swallowed when he was touched...

"Cheng! Yun! Peng! It's not cute at all!"

The two of them sat back at the desk after delivering breakfast. Zhao Dami saw that Cheng Yunpeng had posted a self-made study planner on the upper left corner of his desk. After each hour of the study plan...

"...This... there is no time for me to do my homework...", Zhao Dami pointed to the schedule and said.

"Come on, did you do your homework last semester?" Cheng Yunpeng flipped through a Chinese textbook that had just been dug out from under Zhao Dami's bed, and pouted.

"...Then...then you didn't give me time to eat..." Zhao Dami struggled weakly, a little bit wronged.

"Why didn't I keep it? Didn't they just let you memorize words...Eat while memorizing, it doesn't affect..." Cheng Yunpeng returned confidently without raising his eyelids as usual.

"I... I didn't say... I want to be a top student..." Zhao Dami groaned.

After Cheng Yunpeng listened, he put down the book, glanced at him slowly, and said softly: "Zhao Dami...you should also try, give yourself a future..."