Mindful

Liang Cheng put the math paper back on the top of the pile of test papers, and accurately pulled out the biology paper from the bottom. The paper was mostly blank, and the score was unbearable. He said: "It's really different. I haven't seen such a bad test paper when I was 16 years old." score."

Qiao Yuanlin's little hope was shattered at the speed of light, and said, "I'm just partial."

Liang Cheng asked: "Is it an honor to be partial?"

Qiao Yuanlin said: "It's not that I can't learn, it's that I don't learn on purpose."

Liang Cheng asked again: "Are you proud of not learning?"

For a moment, Qiao Yuanlin suddenly felt that Duan Sicun was sitting in front of him. I have to say that teachers and students from No. [-] Middle School are very good at killing people.He moved his hand away and said, "If there's nothing wrong, I'll go back to the house."

"Don't you want to turn on the air conditioner?" Liang Cheng stood up, pressed Qiao Yuanlin on the chair, and shook the test paper, "If you don't change the paper, it's waste paper, throw it away for you?"

Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Where to throw it..."

Liang Cheng replied: "You can't recycle the trash can, it should be right this time."

Qiao Yuanlin took back the paper, spread it out on the table, picked up a pen at random, Liang Cheng's palm was still pressed on his shoulder, he tilted his head and rubbed his chin, and said, "Brother, can I correct it?"

Forced by Liang Cheng's obscenity, Qiao Yuanlin honestly corrected the paper all afternoon, annoyed, and picked the hole in the jeans underneath with one hand, and after correcting, the hole doubled in size.

He was afraid that Liang Cheng would continue to torture him with biological things, so he decided to go out to avoid the limelight, so he made an appointment for a few classes at the cram school.

Early the next morning, Qiao Yuanlin went out with a purple tuanhua shopping bag, and Xiao Le went to school. When he met him, he thought it was not popular to carry school bags anymore.

In the cheongsam shop, the radio is very old, and halfway through the singing, it becomes a crackling sound.

This was a birthday present from Grandpa Qiao Yuanlin to Wang Ruizhi. She had been making do with it. The last time it broke down, it was sent to be repaired. The owner of the repair shop advised her to get a new one.

When Liang Cheng came down from the second floor, he saw the old lady was watching the radio and pressing it back and forth.

Wang Ruizhi didn't give up, and said, "Xiao Liang, close the door for me, and I'll go to the repair shop."

There is a shop on Changlin Street, and it takes at most 10 to [-] minutes to deliver things. Liang Cheng said, "Don't close it, I'll look after it for you."

Wang Ruizhi said: "The owner of that store said last time that it was not easy to repair, so I won't look for him anymore. I'll go to a few more places to ask. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while."

Liang Cheng looked at the model of the radio and said, "Give me a try."

Wang Ruizhi asked, "Do you know how to repair?"

Liang Cheng replied: "I have learned it before."

"Really?" Wang Ruizhi said in surprise, "Young people rarely learn this."

Liang Cheng didn't answer, and took the radio into the house. Wang Ruizhi went to the warehouse to carry a small box, with a tool box on top and faulty items on the bottom.

Liang Cheng hadn't repaired it for more than a year, and he hadn't forgotten the method, but he was unfamiliar with it, and it took more than an hour to bring the radio back to life.

Teresa Teng's sweet voice sounded again in the store, Wang Ruizhi was so happy that he insisted on paying him a maintenance fee.

Liang Cheng changed the subject and asked, "Are these all bad?"

"Yeah, some of them are quite new, and I'm not willing to throw them away." Wang Ruizhi said, "If you are interested, I will give you all."

Liang Cheng was not interested in wasting time repairing a bunch of junk, but in order to refuse Wang Ruizhi's repair fee, he accepted it, falsely claiming that it was repaired and selling it second-hand.

He went upstairs with the suitcase, put it beside the chair, and began to read.

On Qiao Yuanlin's computer, there is a sticky note, which contains passwords, software that can be used directly after payment, and folders that should not be touched.Liang Cheng checked some information, and accidentally closed the page, so he had to pull down the browsing history.

There is a message that reads "Pinghai No. [-] Middle School Forum - Inquiry Post..."

The following words were no longer visible, Liang Cheng clicked on the record and jumped to the homepage of the post. The time of posting was the evening when Qiao Yuanlin finished correcting the paper yesterday.

The title is exaggerated: Desperate, inquire about the top student in No. [-] Middle School.

Liang Cheng clenched his fist, looked down at the text, and a photo of a biological paper appeared.

Qiao Yuanlin mosaiced his personal information and wrote: The top students in Li Jing class help me to take a look, honestly speaking, have you never seen such a bad grade?

Someone said "I haven't seen it", Qiao Yuanlin replied: Don't brag.

Someone recognized Dexin's weekly exam paper, and Qiao Yuanlin replied: We take the exam on Friday, so we don't need to go to school on Saturday.

Someone asked about the grade ranking, Qiao Yuanlin replied: It is very stable, ranking second all year round.

Someone laughed at him as "the second child of ten thousand years", Qiao Yuanlin replied: Is Duan Sicun you?

Liang Cheng let go of his fist, his jaw also loosened, and let out an extremely speechless laugh. After watching the shutdown, the screen turned black before he remembered that he forgot to check the information.

He simply closed the book and glanced down at the box of junk.

There were MP4s and blood glucose meters. Liang Cheng looked through them and found a recorder that was probably new. It was originally used by Lin Chengbi for interviews. It was left here a year ago and had been soaked in tea once.

Liang Cheng took a small screwdriver, disassembled the recorder, and checked everything from the built-in microphone to the chip.

A truck drove into the alley, but Liang Chengtai was too attentive to hear it. He reinstalled all the parts, fixed the shell, and then tested whether it was repaired.

All recordings have been cleared, Liang Cheng first presses the power button, and then presses "Record".

There were footsteps on the stairs, and the wind blew the door open. Qiao Yuanlin happily appeared at the door and shouted, "Brother Liang Cheng, I'm done!"

Liang Cheng pressed "Stop" without turning his head: "Close the door for me."

"Come out and have a look!" Qiao Yuanlin would not leave without an invitation, "I bought a new water heater!"

There was an electrical appliance store near the cram school, and Qiao Yuanlin kept his word, bought a new one, and spent all the money on the scholarship.

The installer went into the bathroom to work, while Liang Cheng and Qiao Yuanlin stood in the corridor, and the orange color of the setting sun came in, bringing heat.Qiao Yuanlin leaned against the wall to cool down, and said, "You wash first in a while."

Looking at his rosy face, Liang Cheng suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of watermelon-flavored ice.

The brand new water heater was installed and it was dark.There was an extra set of toiletries on the shelf in the shower room, flower-scented, which was the third prize in Qiao Yuanlin's golden egg smash.

Liang Cheng took a comfortable hot bath, wet his hair, and went to the balcony to enjoy the natural wind.

A whistle came down from the roof, and the sound was a bit leaky. Liang Cheng looked back and saw Qiao Yuanlin standing on it with his earphones plugged in, his lips still pursed slightly.

Liang Cheng asked: "Call again?"

"It's over." Qiao Yuanlin said, "Actually, Teacher Duan called me."

Liang Cheng didn't seem interested in knowing, so he picked up the water bottle to water the flowers.

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Teacher Duan asked me about you, what you are doing now, and how you are doing."

"Did you tell him?" Liang Cheng asked.

"No." Qiao Yuanlin said, "You probably don't want him to know that you help people collect debts. As for how things are going, I can't say."

Liang Cheng gave an "um" inexplicably.

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Teacher Duan also asked for your contact information. He really wants to see you."

Liang Cheng said, "Forget it."

"But Teacher Duan has always been thinking about you." Qiao Yuanlin said, "He has taught so many students, and you are his best one, and also the one he values ​​the most."

Liang Cheng said: "Okay, stop bragging."

Qiao Yuanlin still didn't understand a lot, why Liang Cheng didn't continue his studies, where was his mother who was a doctor, who was that old policeman...he didn't have the position to ask, and he didn't have the confidence to ask the answer.

The moon was light and the stars were sparse, but there was one star that was surprisingly bright, Qiao Yuanlin said, "Brother, come up."

Liang Cheng: "Fear of heights."

"Really, then I'll go down."

Qiao Yuanlin grabbed the ladder next to the wall and climbed down. The iron pipe was loose, shaking and creaking, and rust and wall dust fell together.

He leaned close to Liang Cheng, smelled the scent of peppermint soap, and said, "You didn't use the new shower gel."

Liang Cheng took a step away: "I'm dizzy."

Qiao Yuanlin was used to this kind of trickery, Liang Chengsheng kept people close, so he could find another way, saying: "You don't like being understood by others, so do you want to understand me?"

Liang Cheng replied: "I don't want to."

Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Aren't you curious who you saved?"

Liang Cheng said: "Things are pressing."

Qiao Yuanlin was not very happy, and could only endure it due to kindness.At this moment, the screen of Liang Cheng's phone on the flower stand turned on, and the caller ID showed "Brother Ying".

Liang Cheng connected, said a few words, put down the kettle after hanging up the line.

His short hair was half-dried, he let out a breath and walked out, before the steps were firm, Qiao Yuanlin had already grabbed him.

It's not difficult to guess what to do, but Qiao Yuanlin is not sure whether to stalk or arrest someone tonight.He knew that Liang Cheng would be annoying, but he still couldn't help but said: "Don't go, okay?"

Liang Cheng let go of his hand and said, "Just mind your own business."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Do you have to go to collect debts? It's only been a while since you were injured last time. Don't do such dangerous jobs."

Liang Cheng said, "You're too lenient."

"I know, we're not that familiar." Qiao Yuanlin paused, "Then how can I get to know you better?"

Liang Cheng replied: "That's enough, there's a generation gap at four years old."

The corridor was not lit, Liang Cheng strode through a long and narrow darkness, leaving Qiao Yuanlin in the bright light.On the inside of the arm, there is a bit of rust left by the opponent's palm.

The shops on Changlin Street closed one after another, and the lights of every household in Wanping Lane gradually went out.

Qiao Yuanlin bought a light bulb with a high wattage before the convenience store closed, and came back to replace the old one.He took a bath with the new shower gel, it was really fragrant, and he knew that Liang Chengxun should be fainted.

After the early hours of the morning, the old town becomes half dead.

Liang Cheng circled most of Pinghai, his limbs were numb from the blowing, and stopped at a gas station on the way. He opened WeChat, but there was no other news except the client's transfer.

The destination was a public rental housing, and everything went smoothly, there was no quarrel or physical conflict, and the job was handed over after finding someone.

Ying Xiaoqiong told him to go to the food stall for a midnight snack, but he had no appetite, so he drove all the way at three o'clock in the morning, and the full gas was exhausted again.

The motorcycle slowed down and completely turned off at the entrance of the alley. Liang Cheng parked the car by the wall, hooked the car keys and helmet and walked back slowly.

After walking in the darkness for dozens of meters, Liang Cheng couldn't help but stop when he reached the side of the small building. In the small courtyard, an incandescent lamp was dazzlingly bright.

In front of the door under the light, Qiao Yuanlin was sitting on a small bench, tired, pale, persistent, with a French vocabulary book with pages turned over flat on his knees.

Qiao Yuanlin waited in the silence for Qiao Wenyuan, who was working overtime in the hospital, and Lin Chengbi, who was rushing to the TV station to catch up on the draft, and his patience was as long as the night.

Liang Cheng looked at him for a while, then walked over and knelt down to look at him.

It was only when he was close that he could see that Qiao Yuanlin had been bitten by many mosquito bites on his bare skin, and there was one at the end of his eye. He was itchy and scratched roughly a few times.

Liang Cheng restrained his hand without using any force, and said, "Are you sick?"

Qiao Yuanlin turned a page of the book and said stubbornly, "I'm not waiting for you, I'm preparing for the French test."

Liang Cheng said, "Oh."

Qiao Yuanlin frowned, not complaining, but showing embarrassment of being ignored.Suddenly, Liang Cheng stretched out his hand, covering his face in a vain manner.

That palm was big and cold, Qiao Yuanlin gave up peeking through the gap between his fingers, and closed his eyelids with a flick.

He muffled: "What are you doing?"

Liang Cheng first took the initiative to mention three years ago, and said, "Do you remember the day I saved you and called you like this first?"

Qiao Yuanlin remembered that when he squinted his eyes in pain, a person ran over and covered his face with palms of the same temperature, and then he closed his eyes and couldn't see anything.

Liang Cheng covered his eyes and said, "I don't want you to see me."

Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Why?"

Liang Cheng put down his hand, and slid his fingertips over the mosquito bags at the end of Qiao Yuanlin's eyes. He stood up, yawned impatiently, and said, "I'm sleepy, go upstairs to sleep."

Qiao Yuanlin's mind was numb in an instant, and his heart was blocked, and he shouted: "Liang Cheng, how many secrets do you have?!"

It was almost dawn, and the interior of the house was a gray ink color.

The door of the opposite room was slammed shut, with a lot of anger, Liang Cheng pinched his collar for a while, and after calming down, changed his clothes and put them on the back of the chair.

The desktop remained in the same state as yesterday afternoon. He picked up the recording pen, pressed the play button with the thin light, and the first recorded sentence after repairing jumped into his ears——

"Brother Liang Cheng, get out of class is over!"

Liang Cheng regained his energy from his tired body, and picked up a screwdriver from the tool box.

The morning glow was hazy and the stars disappeared, Liang Cheng went to the balcony and tightened the ladder hanging on the wall.