Mindful

It was dark, and Liang Cheng returned to Wanping Alley.

There was a lot of light on the balcony on the second floor. He walked over and saw no one, but he was keenly aware of a pair of eyes watching secretly.

Liang Cheng turned around and looked up - on the rooftop directly in front of him, Qiao Yuanlin plugged in his earphones and stared at him coldly.

After looking at each other for a moment, Liang Cheng pinched and tugged the light cord, extinguishing and burning the chandelier.The light made Qiao Yuanlin blink his eyes twice, regaining his spirit.

He grabbed the railing in front of his chest and asked, "Did you just come back?"

Liang Cheng asked back: "What are you doing standing up?"

Qiao Yuanlin replied, "Appreciate the moon."

The starry sky above his head is brilliant, and the moon is hanging high, but Liang Cheng has never been able to appreciate this kind of romantic scenery, and he wants to go back to sleep.

Qiao Yuanlin called him to stop, interrogating like a high-ranking judge, "Where did you go today?"

Liang Cheng was the rebellious defendant, and said: "Go to see your accomplices and share the spoils."

Qiao Yuanlin didn't expect anything good, so he pursed his lips, thinking that hiding his lips would make him appear more aggressive.Liang Cheng didn't look at him, and didn't leave, he picked up the water bottle and started watering the flowers and plants.

There are a total of more than a dozen pots of flowers on the balcony. Liang Cheng watered them one by one, then selectively cultivated the soil, and carefully checked the branches and leaves of each pot to repel insects.

Half an hour later, Qiao Yuanlin couldn't help but asked, "Have you finished it yet?"

Liang Cheng cut off a yellowed leaf and asked, "Why?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Hurry up, leave when you're done."

Liang Cheng wiped his hands and leaned back against the flower stand: "I'm down there and won't prevent you from enjoying the moon."

Qiao Yuanlin looked away: "I don't want to reward, I want to make a phone call, please stay away if you are idle."

Liang Cheng felt a little guilty, and asked with a smile: "Call your girlfriend?"

Qiao Yuanlin glared over again: "Don't worry about it."

Liang Cheng said, "You've been spying on me, following me around, checking posts all day long, so I can't ask?"

Qiao Yuanlin couldn't say no, but seeing that it was getting late, he simply confessed: "Then I won't hide it from you, I just called to talk about your affairs."

He wanted to call his mother, Wang Ruizhi's daughter, Lin Chengbi.

Qiao Yuanlin thought about it all day, what happened on the island was beyond the normal range, and he had to let it go.He didn't dare to tell the old lady, he might as well tell the parents.

Lin Chengbi was busy with work, so he deliberately waited until evening, and Liang Cheng came back as soon as he climbed up to the rooftop.

Now that he said it, Qiao Yuanlin did not act for a long time.He drank the medicine and his fever subsided, so he could give this amateur "Dr. Liang" another chance.

He waited quietly, but Liang Cheng fiddled with an orchid by himself.

"Hey," Qiao Yuanlin said, "if you can reasonably explain your behavior on the island..."

Liang Cheng interrupted him: "I can't."

Qiao Yuanlin was stunned for a few seconds: "My mother is difficult to deal with, and she listens to me very much."

Liang Cheng said: "Then I want to hear how you describe me."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Just tell the truth, rhetoric is not for you."

"Then you can fight." Liang Cheng said, "Unless you dare not fight in front of me."

Qiao Yuanlin's youthful disposition suddenly came to the fore, and he wasn't the one who did the bad things, so why didn't he dare?

He dialed Lin Chengbi's number, and after five or six rings, Lin Chengbi's voice penetrated into his ear: "Hello, Yuan Lin?"

This was the first time Qiao Yuanlin contacted Lin Chengbi after his parents divorced. He was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't heard the other party speak for a long time, and some emotions permeated.

Lin Chengbi called again: "Yuan Lin?"

Qiao Yuanlin quickly responded: "Mom."

Lin Chengbi asked: "What's the matter, did you call me for something?"

Qiao Yuanlin said "hmm", "Mom, are you off work yet?"

"Not yet." Lin Chengbi's voice was slightly hoarse, and he spoke a little faster, "I'm still on the stage. I have a meeting. If you don't have anything urgent, we can talk about it another day. Go to bed early after finishing your homework."

Qiao Yuanlin said, "I have something to do."

He didn't want to hang up, maybe Liang Cheng's matter was just an excuse, he just wanted to satisfy his selfish desire to call Lin Chengbi.

"What's the matter?" Lin Chengbi asked.

Qiao Yuanlin said, "I'm staying at my grandma's house."

"Oh——" Lin Chengbi said halfway, "Xiao Chen, send out the materials, and then go to the editing room to call Mr. Zhang back, and start a meeting right away."

Qiao Yuanlin waited with bated breath.After a while, Lin Chengbi thought of him, and said, "Yuan Lin, what did you just say?"

Qiao Yuanlin repeated: "I'm at grandma's house."

Lin Chengbi said: "Grandma's house is far away from the school and cram school, and she's used to you in everything, you can't do this, go home tomorrow."

"I won't return."

"Qiao Yuanlin, who do you always show yourself to?"

"You are all divorced, no one is watching."

Lin Chengbi said: "I knew you were fine at all, but you just blamed us for divorce and wanted to vent your anger. I'm busy here, so hurry up and go to bed after venting."

Qiao Yuanlin gripped the phone tightly, with an excuse stuck in his throat, "I'm not", and a sentence hidden in his heart, "I miss you a little bit", and finally swallowed it all back into his stomach.

He said: "You are busy, don't chat."

Lin Chengbi warned again: "Go home tomorrow."

Qiao Yuanlin was not surprised by the busy tone after hanging up in the earphone, but he would be lost every time.

To save face, he turned his back.

Liang Cheng finally understood that what Qiao Yuanlin asked him to avoid was this situation, the embarrassment of hiding on the rooftop and secretly homesick but no one cared.

He looked up, and the cold moonlight fell on Qiao Yuanlin's shoulders, turning it into a silvery white.He turned off the chandelier, and the balcony was plunged into darkness.

Qiao Yuanlin was more relaxed, with a broken expression, and said, "I didn't tell my mother."

Liang Cheng didn't say a word.

Qiao Yuanlin said again: "It's too late today, I'll talk about it next time."

Liang Cheng said, "It's up to you."

Qiao Yuanlin climbed down from the rooftop until his feet were sore and numb. He was so depressed that he couldn't sleep, and wrote the CAS activity log until midnight.

Unsurprisingly, he got up half an hour late the next day, and the gate was already closed when he arrived at the school.

Relying on recovering from a minor illness, he thought it was okay to be late, so he took out his tie from his schoolbag in a calm manner, and found that he forgot to install the activity log.

Qiao Yuanlin thought about it, he let go of the pigeons first, if there is a problem with the promised activity log, Tian Yu will probably break up with him.

But the distance was so far, it was unrealistic for the old lady to make a trip. He took out his phone, logged in to WeChat and then logged out, repeated several times, and finally poked open Liang Cheng's profile picture with a stern face.

Qiao Yuanlin: Are you at home?

It was a misunderstanding, he added: It's not Chagang, something happened.

Superman: Yes.

Qiao Yuanlin: Are you taking orders?

Superman: Still ordering in school?

Qiao Yuanlin: Send me homework, urgent.

Qiao Yuanlin: 600 yuan will be written off.

Qiao Yuanlin: You can take the opportunity to increase the price, and ask for an amount.

Superman: 15 minutes.

Qiao Yuanlin was relieved for a moment, the street was bustling with traffic, he replied: It's not that urgent, we can do it within half an hour.

Liang Cheng entered the opposite bedroom, his homework fell by the pillow, and he smoothed out the messy quilt.

Injured and hadn't touched a motorcycle these days, Liang Cheng drove at full speed, drove all the way to the last intersection with a green light, and saw the shadow outside the school gate in the distance.

A high fever caused Qiao Yuanlin to change into her spring school uniform again, a white shirt with cuffs rolled up on her arms, and a tie tied loosely.The figure of the leaping young man was thin and tall, stretched and clean.

Liang Cheng approached, braked and swung his tail, with one leg propped in front of Qiao Yuanlin.He lifted the windshield of his helmet, took out the activity log, and said, "Is this it?"

Qiao Yuanlin caught it: "Yes, thank you."

Liang Cheng raised his eyes and smiled disdainfully. The title of the diary was "Records on Kindergarten Service Activities". He said, "On the 28th, you seem to be following me."

Qiao Yuanlin understood what he meant and said, "Who allowed you to watch it?"

Liang Chengdao: "How do you know which one to take if you don't look at it?"

Qiao Yuanlin packed up the homework and said, "Then I'll write another record of the island warehouse battle and stuff it under your door tonight."

Liang Cheng said, "Go to your school first."

Qiao Yuanlin felt a trace of Liang Cheng's disdain for his deception, he pressed the handlebar, and explained: "I wrote it for my classmates, just this time."

Liang Cheng started the engine, buckled the windshield and prepared to leave.

At this time, someone shouted from inside the school gate: "Qiao Yuanlin?"

Qiao Yuanlin turned around and saw that it was Duan Sicun.

Liang Cheng glanced through the dark glasses, gripped the handlebars tightly, and roared away on the motorcycle.

Qiao Yuanlin walked into the school gate and said, "Teacher Duan, I'm just fine, so I can be forgiven for being late."

Duan Sicun looked at the cars and people who disappeared on the road, and came back to his senses: "Isn't it an example, the person on the motorcycle was looking for you just now?"

Qiao Yuanlin replied, "Oh, it's me... a buddy."

Duan Sicun nodded and said, "Don't ride a motorcycle to and from school, pay attention to safety."

At the intersection, Liang Cheng waited for the red light inside the line.He took out his mobile phone, opened the browser to enter the official website of Dezhong School, and entered a name in the "teacher" column.

The page jumps, and Duan Sicun's teacher's homepage appears.

Liang Cheng stared at the screen, and when the signal light changed, he accelerated and drove away.

Qiao Yuanlin owed seven or eight sets of papers after a day off, and he was so obsessed with making up the exams that he finally stayed up until late. Duan Sicun told him not to leave after school, and he had to make up an experimental class.

He made a plan. The teacher and teaching assistants were off work, and they would sneak home after fishing for a while.Unexpectedly, he moved to the laboratory building like going to the grave, and Duan Sicun actually sat on the podium of the laboratory one step ahead.

A few minutes later, a group of graduating students poured in, and Duan Sicun was working overtime to guide their term papers.

Qiao Yuanlin was busy with his own work in the corner, and suddenly a burst of cheers broke the serious academic atmosphere. He raised his head, and it turned out that Duan Sicun had praised the experimental design of a certain group.

He thought, as for what.However, Professor Duan is friendly on the surface but strict in reality. He has never praised anyone these days since he took office.

A group of students who were praised were a little flustered and asked, "Teacher Duan, what do you think of our level?"

Duan Sicun said: "You are all excellent and eager to learn."

The student asked again: "Then who is stronger between us and the students in No. [-] Middle School?"

Qiao Yuanlin watched the show silently. Although the No. [-] Middle School was his dream school, everyone was competitive. Like those classmates, he didn't want to be compared.

Duan Sicun said with a smile: "Seventh Middle School and Dexin are the two benchmarks of public and private schools. There are differences in nature, and there is no difference in level."

The students said: "It's too official, you just say who is stronger between the two students?"

Duan Sicun said: "They are all very strong, and some are not so strong."

Students don't give up until they come up with an answer, and narrow the scope: "Which school is your best and proudest student from?"

Another person interjected: "Teacher Duan was a university professor a long time ago, so he must be a student in the university."

Duan Sicun shook his head, his eyes behind the lens were sluggish and dim, as if drifting away.He didn't do Tai Chi and make up an answer that everyone wanted to hear, saying, "It's my student in No. [-] Middle School."

Everyone groaned in disappointment, Qiao Yuanlin also felt disappointed, bowed his head and continued to enter the experimental data.

Some people did not give up and said, "Teacher Duan, is that student the No. [-] student in No. [-] Middle School?"

Duan Sicun said: "It was back then."

"then?"

Duan Sicun recalled: "He is from the previous classes, and he is the best student I have ever taught. His ideals are firm, his talent is excellent, and his future is limitless."

"Then he has graduated?"

"How about the college entrance examination, which university did you get into?"

"What major are you studying?"

Facing everyone's chatter, Duan Sicun smiled perfunctorily.

Qiao Yuanlin was hungry, and raised his hand after completing a section of the experiment: "Teacher Duan, I'm done, can I go?"

Duan Sicun said: "Yes, the report will be handed over to me tomorrow."

Qiao Yuanlin packed her schoolbag, wondering whether to have a meal on the road before going home, leaving the laboratory, the voices inside gradually became inaudible.

The group of students refused to let go: "Teacher Duan, you haven't answered yet."

Inexplicably, the figure on the motorcycle appeared in Duan Sicun's mind, and he lowered his face: "I don't remember, let's work quickly."