Tired Bird Knows Return

When Chen Yanqing slowly returned to the staff building, a large truck was parked at the entrance of the building, and several uncles in overalls were moving things down. Afraid of blocking the road, he leaned against the flower bed and waited for a while.

Several uncles lifted out a large piece from the trunk of the car, wrapped in plastic film, the outline could be vaguely seen, it should be a cage with a wooden frame, Chen Yanqing looked at it by the light of the responding lamp.

"Turn carefully, we won't be able to pay for damage!" shouted the uncle who was walking ahead carrying the wooden cage.

"Come on, the ninth floor, right?"

"Yes, take a rest on the third floor."

As soon as the other end finished speaking, two more uncles got out of the carriage on the other end, holding large items in their hands, and followed the people in front to go upstairs.

Chen Yanqing followed after hearing the ninth floor, and followed behind the moving line. The uncle at the front saw it and said to him, "Don't worry, young man, you can squeeze through when we reach the third floor!"

"It's okay, uncle," Chen Yanqing said softly, "Is this the cage on the ninth floor?"

"Cage?" A group of people laughed together for a while, and the man said, "Haven't you seen it? This is a crib. It's made like this to prevent babies from falling."

"Baby crib?" When they reached the third floor, everyone stopped. Chen Yanqing looked carefully from top to bottom. It was indeed a baby crib, but the bed was buckled for the convenience of carrying.

"Student, what floor are you on?"

"Oh, the eighth floor." Chen Yanqing squeezed through the gap and walked in front of them, and stopped after going up a few steps. "Is anyone pregnant on the ninth floor?"

"Then what can you say otherwise," the uncle said with a smile, "a big family, this bed costs tens of thousands of dollars."

"Yes, that's right." Chen Yanqing didn't know what emotion to say, "Uncle worked hard, I'll go up first."

When I got home, Tang Ping didn't know what to cook, and the smell was tangy as soon as I entered the door, but Chen Yanqing didn't have a high appetite, so he took off his schoolbag and put it on the shoe cabinet. Asked in the kitchen, "Mom, I haven't finished this box yet, are you buying it again?"

"What do you mean?" Tang Ping glanced at him through the small window in the partition wall, "Didn't you buy that box? I think I'm almost done drinking, so I bought a box on the way back."

Chen Yanqing looked back at the box of milk that was almost finished, paused for a while, then turned back to the room.

It rained for several days in May, and the weather began to clear up in the second ten days of the month. On Thursday, physical education class and activity class continued, and the first-year high school students who had been holding back for a long time rushed towards him like wolves and tigers playground.

Yuan Ye's feet are almost healed, but the ankles are still bandaged, the crutches have been thrown away, and he still can't walk too fast.

Today's physical fitness test, Chen Yanqing returned to the sidelines after running [-], Yuan Ye handed over a bottle of water, looked at the cloudless sky and sighed, "Next month is the end of the term, what should I do in summer vacation?"

"Let's go to the cram school," Chen Yanqing said, "My mother has already signed up for the cram school at Teacher Deng's house."

"No way, Teacher Tang's educational philosophy is wrong. She is a teacher herself, so why is she rushing to find someone else to make up for you?"

"It's not that you don't know, my mother thinks that Mr. Deng has an atmosphere of doing homework, plus Mr. Deng's discount and three meals a day, she just can go home to accompany my grandma."

Yuan Ye raised his brows, as if he understood, "I can't waste my summer vacation on cram school. It just so happens that my dad is back, and I'm going to see the world with him."

"What kind of world do you see, a coal mine?"

"You're a big coal mine," Yuan Ye gave him a push, "We're going to Hong Kong," he said, hissing, "It just so happens that if that elder brother is still in Hong Kong, I can ask him out to meet him!"

Chen Yanqing was speechless to "that big brother" for a while. When she saw Liang Yue two days ago, her belly was already showing signs of pregnancy. She put on loose clothes and asked the principal to help her when she went downstairs. Tang Ping said that she was pregnant. It was very painful for a few months, she couldn't eat anymore, and she still had morning sickness. Tang Ping also said that she didn't know how Liang Yue managed to go out every day with a radiant face, and she didn't look like she was pregnant at all.

Thinking of this, Chen Yanqing suddenly felt that it would be better for Fucheng not to come back. He didn't like Liang Yue, and Liang Yue was pregnant again.

"What are you thinking?" Yuan Ye touched him again.

"No," Chen Yanqing said, "Then I wish you a happy summer vacation. I'm going to take the 985211 exam, so I don't agree with you."

"Hey you stinky mouth, come here!"

"I do not."

Chen Yanqing patted his butt and got up, avoided Yuan Ye's claws and went down the steps to the tennis court.

It didn't take long for Duan Xiaoming to take the college entrance examination after repeating the grade repetition procedure. In those two days, the whole country made way for the college entrance examination candidates. Tang Ping had the task of invigilating the exam, so she went to No. [-] Middle School early in the morning, and breakfast was left on the table for him. Chen Yanqing didn't arrive until nine o'clock. I got up, stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time, with a toothbrush in my mouth, and my eyes fell on my belly button.

He seemed to have grown taller again, his pajamas were a little shorter, and his belly button was looming in the hem of his clothes.

After the college entrance examination is over, I have to take Tang Ping to the mall to buy some clothes that fit me, the mall...

Chen Yanqing brushed his teeth slowly, spit out toothpaste foam, and washed his face quickly. When he left school, he still had half of the spring pancakes in his mouth.

The bus went from the school to the shopping center. When he got off the bus, he found a trash can and threw away the milk box in his hand.

The archery club was open, looking in through the glass wall, there were quite a few people inside, Chen Yanqing went around the main entrance, and the receptionist recognized him at a glance.

"Hey, you're here!"

"Well," Chen Yanqing leaned on the counter and looked inside again, "There are so many people today!"

"Everywhere in the city is quiet, only the shopping mall can be happy, play? You have to wait in line for the target."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The girl at the front desk will be free now, she propped herself up on the table and raised her body, "Where's your friend, hasn't come for a while?"

"He has returned to Hong Kong," Chen Yanqing said, and asked again, "Is his bow still with you?"

The front desk nodded, "Yes, VIP customers, the guy's things are special."

"Then can I use it today?"

"This..." She looked at the fence, and then she turned her eyes to look at the door through his shoulder, "Boss!"

"It's you?" The boss walked towards them, and when he saw Chen Yanqing, he seemed to have met an old customer, "Fucheng didn't come?"

"He has returned to Hong Kong." Chen Yanqing said again.

"I don't see you getting started every time I come here. Do you want to try it today?"

"Yes," it was the girl at the front desk who spoke, and she asked excitedly, "Can he play with Fucheng's bow, boss?"

Unexpectedly, the boss nodded quickly, "Fucheng said before that you can use all his things."

"Did he still say that?" Chen Yanqing followed him inside, and heard him say again, "Really, you came with him that day, and he said that you can use him if you want to play in the future."

"It turns out that the plan has already started..."

"what?"

Chen Yanqing swallowed the muttering back to his stomach, walked through a curtain, and walked inside. This small shooting range looked much more upscale than the one outside. The boss took Fucheng's bow and arrow back and stuffed him with a set of protective gear, " Put it on first."

After Chen Yanqing dressed clumsily, the boss tied the quiver around his waist.

"The other day I asked Fucheng if he wanted to teach you how to play," the boss said while tying, "Every time you came, you waited by the side, it looked so pitiful, but he refused."

"Refused to let me play with his arrows?"

"I don't quite understand this," the boss said, "but he is quite interesting. He said that there is a little guy waiting next to him, so he can concentrate more."

"???" Chen Yanqing felt that his waist was being strangled, but it didn't matter. The boss then adjusted his shoulder pads, hand pads and wrist pads, and after confirming that they were all done, he began to adjust his stance, "Stand Straight, take it easy."

"I'm not nervous."

Chen Yanqing stood in the correct posture little by little according to his instructions, and then heard him say, "Try to draw the bow."

"Oh."

The bow was too tight, and the string could not be drawn at all. Chen Yanqing's strength was wasted, and his arm was really sore. When he lost his strength, the arrow shot out at once, and landed in an arc within a few meters.

"Why is it so tight, I don't think Fucheng pulled it away at once!"

The boss probably thought it was funny, shook his head helplessly, and put his finger on his bow-holding arm, "Your arm is weak, you haven't stretched it enough, and your shoulder blade is not adducted enough, so you can't pull it away."

"Then, I, this," Chen Yanqing thought, he couldn't go to practice his arm strength temporarily, didn't the people outside just pull away as if they were tourists?

While stuck, the boss was about to teach him again when he heard someone cough behind him.

The two turned their heads in unison, and found Fu Cheng leaning against the door with his arms folded.

Chen Yanqing thought he was hallucinating, so he put down his arms and turned to look at him, confirming, "Fucheng?"

"it's me."

Fu Cheng stepped in and greeted the boss before saying, "Let me come, there are many people outside."

"Okay, let me tell you why you don't come," the boss happily patted his shoulder, "Then I'll go out and do some work."

"Ah."

When the boss left, Chen Yanqing pushed him, "How do you know I'm here?"

"I didn't know," Fu Cheng walked up behind him, held his arm and lifted his hand holding the bow, "I just saw someone get on the bus at the school gate, came here again, and was taken away by the boss." When I entered the room, I was curious, so I went in to have a look.”

"Then why don't you just call me?"

"How boring is that?" Fu Cheng pressed against his back and patted his elbow, "Straighten your arms."

Chen Yanqing complied by accident, "And then?"

"Get the arrow."

"Oh." Chen Yanqing took the arrow again, and with the help of Fu Cheng's other hand, he stuck the arrow on the bowstring.

"Learn to lean on the seat first," Fu Cheng instructed from behind, "put the finger guard and the cheek plate under the cheek."

Chen Yanqing was held by his hand and drew the bow, with the back of his fingers attached to the side of the mandible. Because the string was too close, his lips and nose were staggered at a deformed angle by the drawn string. Chen Yanqing hummed twice, and fell Cheng glanced at him around his ear, and then let out a sneer.

Chen Yanqing released the arrow in a fit of anger, turned around and yelled at him, "You're playing with me!"

"No, no," despite denying it, Fu Cheng laughed out loud, "Do you believe me when I say this is a normal posture?"

"I believe in you!"

"It's true," Fu Cheng drew another arrow from his quiver, held his arm again, and coaxed, "Okay, stop making trouble, and study hard."