The Fall of a Scholar

Back home, the relatives comforted the mother and Su Xiaoqian again, and then went home separately.The noisy home of the past two days suddenly became deserted.Su Xiaoqian knew that the most difficult time had just begun.He decided to take another week off to stay with his mother at home.

The two of them didn't talk too much at home, so Su Xiaoqian helped her pack up her father's things, clean the house, and went out with her to buy vegetables and cook.In the evening, Su Xiaoqian studied English in his own room.

After a while, his mother came in with a notebook and asked him to help him copy the phone book into a new notebook.Although my mother has a mobile phone, she is still used to writing down her contacts in a notebook. The previous one was too small to fit in, so she brought a large notebook.

Su Xiaoqian looked at the new notebook, turned around and took the schoolbag, and took out the pen that was supposed to be given to Yan Congzhi.

This fountain pen not only looks good, but also has a moderate weight, that is, it is heavy and textured, but not too heavy.He picked up the instruction manual and looked at it. He could use ink or a replacement ink cartridge.He saw an ink cartridge in the box, put it in, and began to write in the book.

The tip of the pen slid across the paper, with a hint of astringency in the smoothness, which makes the strokes of the brush fully manifest between the turning and turning.My own handwriting is not good-looking, but if Yan Congzhi writes it, it must be very good-looking.Thinking of this, my heart ached again, feeling empty and unresponsive.But he knew that he had to grow up, let go of what should be let go, and bear what should be endured.He's going to be 18, he's going to be a man, he can't be like a kid anymore.

Still didn't sleep well that night.When he got up in the morning, his mother asked him to get a haircut, and hurried to school.While having breakfast, Su Xiaoqian said that he would go again this week.At this time the phone rang.

It's Yan Congzhi.The moment Su Xiaoqian saw these three words on the phone, he picked up the phone and went into the bedroom, taking a deep breath.

"Hey."

"Yong Ye, are you home?"

"Ah."

"I heard Xiao Liangliang talk about your family."

"Oh."

"Can you come down for a while? I'm downstairs at your house."

Hearing this, Su Xiaoqian's head became hot, and he rushed down quickly, and slowed down when he reached the door of the building.After leaving the doorway, he walked towards Yan Congzhi who was standing by the side of the road.

Yan Congzhi saw that he had lost weight twice in a few days, his eyes were dark and sunken, and his hair had grown out of shape.

"Didn't you sleep well these days?" Yan Congzhi asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Su Xiaoqian stretched out his palm and rubbed his eyes.

"what happened?"

Su Xiaoqian slowly sat down on the curb next to him, and buried his face in his palms.Yan Congzhi walked up to him and stroked his hair.

A warm current flowed into Su Xiaoqian's limbs along Yan Congzhi's palm.

"My mother said that my father was still in good spirits that night. He ate several sheets of paste made by my mother. He said that his heart hurt after 11 o'clock at night. My mother found medicine for him, but it still didn't work. After a while He whispered to himself 'It's over, it's over'..."

Hearing that Yan Congzhi grabbed Su Xiaoqian's hair with his hands, Su Xiaoqian couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Yan Congzhi's leg, and burst into tears.People walking by in twos and threes on the street in the early morning turned their heads to look this way, curious about the crying boy on the side of the road.

While crying, Su Xiaoqian continued: "Then my father didn't respond. My mother called 120 and called my uncle. My uncle came first and said that he should help him to lie down. Then he lay down. After that, the 120 came and gave first aid, but it didn’t work, and he was already dead. Then the doctor said that it’s best not to lie down when you have a heart attack. Hearing this, my uncle kept slapping himself.”

Su Xiaoqian sobbed: "My mother called me at 2 o'clock that night and said that my father was undergoing an operation. In fact, there is no fucking operation! The ringtone was too loud, it was terrible, it was really terrible "

Hearing this, Yan Congzhi squatted down, held his face, and wiped his tears with the palm of his hand, but where it was wiped clean, Su Xiaoqian cried more and more, so he stretched out his arms to hug him and let him lie on his shoulders cry.Yan Congzhi hugged his back tightly, and his eyes were covered with mist.

After crying for a long time, the sun shone on the two of them.Su Xiaoqian gradually slowed down, seeing that the shoulders of Yan Congzhi's down jacket had been wet with his snot and tears, realized his gaffe, pushed Yan Congzhi away, and stood up.Yan Congzhi also stood up, but squatted for too long and almost couldn't stop.Su Xiaoqian gave him a hand, and said shyly, "I'm sorry, I just laughed."

When he looked up, he saw Yan Congzhi staring at him with red eyes, and said softly, "Yong Ye, Xiaoqian, will you be my boyfriend?"

Su Xiaoqian frowned, looked at him suspiciously, and then smiled wryly: "You don't have to pity me."

"I'm not sorry for you. It's just that I have lost my soul these few days and want to get it back."

Su Xiaoqian's dark eyes sparkled, and he said cautiously: "Don't lie to me, I really can't stand another blow."

"I didn't lie to you. I thought about it for several days before I came to you."

Both of them were silent for a while, and the cold wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground again, swirling in the air.The flying leaves sometimes reflect the sunlight, flickering and flickering, like pieces of elves.

"Actually, I always thought you were special, and I didn't know when I started to like you. I was just afraid and worried, and didn't want to admit it. I asked Park Liang what you were doing these days, and he said something happened to your family. I regret it Really, if I called you to stop and confessed to you that day, now you don’t have to bear it alone. Later, I asked your squad leader for your home address. Last night, I suddenly felt that there was no delay. I had to come to you, and I couldn’t wait for another day. "

Hearing this, Su Xiaoqian thought to himself, the sound of the sounds of nature is talking about this sound, like the gentle wind coloring the world, like a child dancing ballet steps on the keys.The grief and grievance in his heart gushed out like a dam, and he went up to hug him tightly again.

Yan Congzhi asked, "Am I late?"

Su Xiaoqian leaned on his shoulder and shook his head, and stupidly highlighted two words: "Thank you."

Yan Congzhi was amused by him: "Thank you for what?"

Su Xiaoqian lowered his head and said almost inaudibly: "Thank you...cry with me."

Yan Congzhi smiled after hearing this, raised his arms, stopped in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and covered Su Xiaoqian's flushed face with cold.The warm palm immediately burned Su Xiaoqian's cheeks, and the blood that was frozen all over his body slowly flowed again.

He asked nervously, "Would you like to sit at my house for a while?"

Yan Congzhi lowered his hands and said, "Okay."

The two went upstairs one after the other.The room was quiet and deserted, and a row of slippers on the shoe rack implied the excitement of the past few days.

"Mom, my classmate is here."

Mom's eyes were red and swollen, and she was exhausted.Su Xiaoqian was afraid that she would recite the lines from the past few days again, but to her surprise, her mother only said, "Xiaoqian is not in a good mood these days, you young people have something to say, so stay with him."

The two sat in the living room for a while, Yan Congzhi was going to visit Su Xiaoqian's room.

"What catches your eyes?"

"You are not a big girl, and no one has seen the boudoir?"

Su Xiaoqian had no choice but to lead him into the bedroom, and the cabinet facing him was filled with Su Xiaoqian's various awards and trophies, as well as some childhood photos.Yan Congzhi was immediately attracted, and went to watch one by one, laughing while watching.

"You laugh at the wool!"

"Laugh at you cute."

Su Xiaoqian ignored him, picked up a book at hand and flipped through it casually.Yan Congzhi browsed his bookcase again, and turned to see what was written on his desk.

"what are you doing?"

"Huh? Copy the phone book for my mother."

"Did you use this pen?" Yan Congzhi picked up the pen and raised his voice, "You are too good at making!"

Su Xiaoqian lowered his head and flipped through the book, and said, "Don't you want me to use it?"

"You...you are so rich, wouldn't it be good to invite me to go abroad for a couple of rounds? Or buy me a few iPhones."

"Buy a fart!" Su Xiaoqian threw away the book and snatched the pen from Yan Congzhi's hand.

Yan Congzhi had figured out his character after so long, and when he saw that he was angry, he smiled apologetically, "Give it to me, and I'll write it for you."

"Need not."

"Shall I teach you how to write?"

"I can write."

"You don't write well, I'll teach you." Seeing that he was hesitating, Yan Congzhi reached out and took the pen in his hand, "Come and watch me write." After speaking, he walked to the table, pulled out the chair and sat down, Turned on the light again, turned to the place where Su Xiaoqian had written before, and copied it down.

Su Xiaoqian walked behind him and saw that he was holding a pen in his hand like green jade, writing running script smoothly on the notebook, elegant and agile.

Seeing him coming, Yan Congzhi wrote "Liu" stroke by stroke. "Look, the left side of your character is higher than the right one. It should be lower than yesterday and the right is higher. Then, the horizontal line of this text should be short and tilted upward to the right. The position of the closing pen should be higher than that of the vertical knife. This short vertical should be taller. Do you see it?" After speaking, he turned his head and looked up at Su Xiaoqian.

"Ah."

"For the character '来', the vertical line should go to the bottom, and the left and right sides should be higher than the lowest point of the vertical line." Then he wrote the character "Lai", "Look, this character will stand up like this, It wouldn't look good if it wasn't sloppy."

"Oh."

Su Xiaoqian took another pen, sat beside him and wrote as he said.

In this way, the two of them practiced calligraphy all morning without knowing it.

"You write a few more words, and I will practice accordingly."

"You can just buy any notebooks and paste them on for practice."

"Your writing looks better than copybooks."

Yan Congzhi smiled: "Is this beauty in the eye of the beholder? What word do you write?"

Su Xiaoqian blushed and hesitated, "Whatever."

Yan Congzhi picked up a pen and wrote down a few neat characters: "Su, Xiao, Qian, Yong, Ye, Luan, Wu, Zhe, Yan, Cong, Zhi, Shou, Yan, Gu."

"Is it enough for you to practice? I'll check when I go back to school."

"Oh."

"I'm going back, I have classes in the afternoon."

"it is good."

"Add me on WeChat, and find me if you want to talk to me." Saying that, Yan Congzhi took out his phone.

Su Xiaoqian thought that he must be playing games most of the time after he went back, and asked, "Will you reply to my messages when you are playing games?"

Yan Congzhi smiled: "Will you be angry if I don't reply?"

Su Xiaoqian thought for a while, then said in a low voice: "No, when I am playing games, I am most annoyed by people looking for me."

"Haha," Yan Congzhi said, feeling that he was so cute from head to toe, "I will try my best to answer you."

"I won't talk to you when you are conducting at night," Su Xiaoqian muttered again, "Do you want this money?"

"Your word, waste of money, let me use it." Yan Congzhi took the pen, put it in a box and put it in his bag.

"Thank you for the gift."

"I, I don't mean anything else, I just want to spend the rest of the money to you, and there's nothing I can do with it."

"I know," Yan Congzhi laughed at his shyness in his heart, and said, "You don't mean anything else. Can I do it?"

Su Xiaoqian rolled his eyes at him, stood up and saw him off.

"Talk to your mother more, and go home after the weekend."

"Ah."

Su Xiaoqian sent him downstairs, watched him leave before turning and going upstairs.