Mindful

The cheongsam shop was closed, Wang Ruizhi stood at the door and looked out of the alley without tidying up the things on the console.

Liang Cheng went downstairs to pour water, and there was a slight dent on the bridge of his nose from the glasses frame. He had been sitting for a long time, and needed to exercise his muscles and bones. He walked over and said, "Do you want to pull the shutter?"

Wang Ruizhi replied: "Hold on, oh, it's almost ten o'clock, why hasn't Yuan Lin come back, he doesn't go to cram school today."

According to the speed of the taxi, he should have arrived home long ago, Liang Cheng said, "Call and ask."

"He sent a message in the afternoon, saying that he was left behind by the teacher after school and came back late. But it was too late, and the school stipulated that he would not be allowed to stay for too long."

When Liang Cheng was studying at 10:30 in the evening, he was used to it in the past two years, and he was not on time, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Wang Ruizhi was still worried, fearing that Qiao Yuanlin would be scolded and fall in a bad mood, and he would be in trouble if he got sick, so he said, "I'll wait for him at the alley."

Liang Cheng suddenly remembered that night when Qiao Yuanlin was sitting in the courtyard feeding mosquitoes, he frowned and said, "I'll go."

The alleys are so dark that you can't see anything clearly, the street is brighter, a few shops are still open, and the flashing colorful signs are tacky but friendly.

A bus slowed down and stopped, and Qiao Yuanlin got off from the back door.

The station was still some distance away from the entrance of the alley. He walked out of the despair of crossing the Sahara. The schoolbag was changed from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, and his blades were wet with sweat.

Stopping halfway, he took out his cell phone, turned to Liang Cheng's number, and dialed it.

After three rings, Liang Cheng answered, "Hello?"

Qiao Yuanlin was slightly taken aback, the voice from the phone was different from Liang Chengzhen's voice, with a bit of electricity mixed with the night wind and cicadas.

"Brother, are you home?" He said, "I'm almost home, please turn on the air conditioner first."

Liang Cheng said, "Not at home."

Qiao Yuanlin was very disappointed: "It's so late, you're going to collect debts again? I'm speechless! Why is Pinghai City not paying back so much money? Is there any law?"

Liang Cheng said, "I'm going out to drink soda."

Qiao Yuanlin's blown hair was soft and submissive, and his voice was a little dry after the quarrel. He asked, "Where are you, I want to drink too."

Liang Cheng replied: "Turn your head."

Qiao Yuanlin turned his head immediately, and there was a big tree next to it, and the street was beyond the tree.He turned to the other side in confusion, it turned out that he was facing the window of the convenience store, and Liang Cheng was sitting on the high chair inside the window.

That was the seat where they sat for supper, Liang Cheng was holding a bottle of Coke, and on the table in front of him was the last cup of plum soda in the shop, the green plums were floating and swaying with the white crushed ice.

The phone was not hung up, Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Did you buy it for me?"

Liang Cheng replied, "Place an order."

Qiao Yuanlin forgot what dignity is, and said in a low voice, "There's no more money, brother."

Liang Cheng looked at him and said, "It's free for a limited time."

Seeing the two of them again, the convenience store owner sighed and slowed down his inventory.

Qiao Yuanlin couldn't sit still on his butt, so he couldn't wait to peel off the straw and insert it in. He took a big sip, let go of his mouth and let out an intoxicated "ha".

Quenching his thirst, he lifted the lid and handed it to Liang Cheng, saying, "Brother, try it."

The sour taste of plums was very strong, Liang Cheng felt uncomfortable, even frowned in disgust, and said, "I don't touch sour ones."

"It's very refreshing." Qiao Yuanlin felt wronged for the drink, and Gai went back to drink it by himself, "I like it."

They went home not long after, Wang Ruizhi asked what happened to being left behind by the teacher, Qiao Yuanlin peeked at Liang Cheng, and said vaguely that it was nothing.

Before going to bed, Qiao Yuanlin sat cross-legged on the bed, and beside the bed was an application for the election of the head of the Ministry of Education and Inspection.

He agreed to Duan Sicun's conditions.

Dezhong Middle School attaches great importance to students' participation in various things. The Study and Inspection Department is a department organized by students to conduct self-inspection and mutual assistance in learning.

For ministers, students with grade points in the top [-] of the grade, excellent and stable grades, no demerits, and experience in class committees are required.

The campaign is very international, with two rounds of public speeches and a democratic vote after the second speech.

Qiao Yuanlin put his hand on his forehead, cursing in his heart.

——Is Duan Sicun in menopause?Why make things difficult for Liang Cheng who clearly intends to recommend him?

He can't tell Liang Cheng in advance, what if Duan Sicun really doesn't recommend him if the election fails?Besides, he wanted to surprise Liang Cheng.

Working hard at the same table that day, he could tell that Liang Cheng liked reading, and he should end his wandering days and return to campus.

Qiao Yuanlin suddenly made up his mind and grabbed the application form.

For his savior, he fought hard, only succeeding and not failing.

Liang Cheng didn't know anything about it, and gradually realized that Qiao Yuanlin was so busy overnight that he couldn't do anything, and even went to the toilet with two manuscript papers.

At first, Qiao Yuanlin kept it a secret, but one night he stayed up until two o'clock in the morning and fell asleep on the table.Liang Cheng picked him up and saw the manuscript of a round of speeches.

He confessed that he wanted to run for minister, and he didn't say anything else, and Liang Cheng wouldn't ask.

Influenced by Lin Chengbi since he was a child, Qiao Yuanlin is very good at writing manuscripts. He can control how to be vigorous and sonorous, how to be gentle and sensational.

For him, the most difficult thing is to speak in public. After all, he would turn his face and leave if he played the piano in front of his relatives.

After polishing the manuscript, he climbed to the rooftop to read it carefully. Afraid of attracting attention with the lights on, he recited passionately in the dark with a flashlight.

As a result, as soon as Liang Cheng went upstairs, he saw a beam of white light floating around on the balcony, as if haunted.

Qiao Yuanlin's voice was hoarse when he read it, and he bit the manuscript paper into his mouth and climbed down the ladder. Halfway through the climb, he found that the ladder was miraculously firm.

Turning around on the balcony, Liang Cheng leaned on the corridor with his arms folded, standing there for an unknown how long.

"You..." The manuscript fell from Qiao Yuanlin's lips, riding the wind, "What are you doing here?"

Liang Cheng stretched out his hand to catch it, and shook it: "I thought the U.S. election was coming, so just listen to it."

Qiao Yuanlin felt ashamed, and asked without confidence: "Then you listened, how do you feel?"

Liang Cheng felt that the boy's voice was clear and his English pronunciation was standard, but the speed of his speech fluctuated from fast to slow, and the rhythm was not good.He turned back to his room and said, "The wind is too strong and I can't hear you clearly, next time I will practice indoors."

Qiao Yuanlin chased after him: "There's no wind, the ladder won't shake."

A round of speeches was held on Wednesday, and for the first time Qiao Yuanlin's tie was neatly tied.Before going on stage, Yao Fu told him, don't be nervous, treat the podium as a piano, and treat the audience as aunts and uncles.

He felt a slight cramp in his fingers.

When he was really standing on the podium, Qiao Yuanlin couldn't see the faces off the stage clearly, but he thought of Liang Cheng, and that cup of plum soda that turned into sweet plums when he swallowed it.

The speech went well, and campus canvassing was possible before the second round of speeches.

Other candidates use recess or evening courses to enter each class to canvass votes.Qiao Yuanlin remained motionless, laying on the table to catch sleep during every break.

Shifting shifts is too exhausting, he finds it tiring.

After procrastinating until noon on Friday, Qiao Yuanlin finally took action. He brought (1) a few students who had musical instruments in the class meeting, to the place where almost all the teachers and students of the school were - the cafeteria.

Clarinet, violin, saxophone, Qiao Yuanlin held a concert, the members of the dance club and music club were mobilized, and everyone ate, drank, sang and danced in the cafeteria and held a big party.

In order to reward the students who helped out, Qiao Yuanlin invited everyone to dinner.When ordering food, he hid aside and called Qiao Wenyuan, convincingly said: "Dad, give me money quickly, for two months."

That night, Liang Cheng leaned against the head of the bed to mute the phone.

Qiao Yuanlin Lai was sitting at the desk, insisting on rehearsing the speech for the second round, and said, "The decisive battle will be tomorrow morning, please listen to it again for me."

Liang Cheng subdued him: "One last time."

"Yeah." Qiao Yuanlin handed over the manuscript, and he memorized it by heart, "Then I'll start."

It was late at night, and the insects on the tree were sleeping with their wings clamped. Qiao Yuanlin was wearing cotton shorts for sleeping, and his nails were scratching at his knees at a constant speed, stabilizing the rhythm, but his knees were pink.

Liang Cheng lowered his eyes to read the manuscript, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.

He got stuck and asked in a panic, "Why are you looking at me all of a sudden?"

Liang Cheng said, "Can't the audience watch you?"

Qiao Yuanlin swallowed the sentence that came out of his mind - you are different from the audience.

Liang Cheng yawned.

Qiao Yuanlin lost the interest to continue, and said disappointedly, "Isn't it boring?"

"It's okay." Liang Cheng replied, "The speeches are nothing new, why don't you change the format?"

"Replace it with what?"

Liang Cheng jokingly said, "Cross talk."

Qiao Yuanlin was stunned: "If you don't play tricks, I will die!"

He left the chair and rushed over, wanting to punch Liang Cheng, but he missed. Liang Cheng wrapped his fist in his palm, and threw him lightly to the side of the bed.

As soon as he touched the soft mattress, Qiao Yuanlin lost all strength in his limbs. He was so tired that he didn't want to move anymore, so he discussed, "Brother, can I sleep here today?"

Liang Cheng said, "No."

Qiao Yuanlin reluctantly left, went to the door and turned off the light, looked at Liang Cheng's lying silhouette in the dark, and whispered, "Tomorrow I will definitely do it."

When Liang Cheng woke up the next day, the second floor was quiet.

Dexin's auditorium was full of people, Qiao Yuan stood behind the scenes, with the school badge pinned to the lapel of his shirt, and the white button in his breast pocket.

Before going on stage, he dialed Liang Cheng's number.

Liang Cheng wore earphones and leaned against the railing of the balcony to answer the call.

The long phone call exhausted the body heat. This time, Qiao Yuanlin was thinking about the biological data that was secretly shot, thinking about the scribbled annotations, and thinking about the hand that passed over his face three years ago.

That hand is very handsome when driving a motorcycle, and he is fierce when he punches, but he hopes to hold a pen more, and he will follow his ideal to hold a scalpel in the future.

Duan Sicun sat in the first row under the stage, with a file book on his lap, which contained a written recommendation letter and a personal information form to be filled out for applying for an experimental teaching assistant.

When the applause sounded like thunder, Liang Cheng hung up the line.

The downstairs kitchen was stewing papaya and peach gum, and the sweet smell filled the room. Liang Cheng went back to his room and flipped through a new book by his bedside.

An hour later, the taxi turned into the alley and drove all the way downstairs. The passenger slammed the door impatiently, raised his head amidst the driver's complaints and shouted: "Liang Cheng! Brother!"

Qiao Yuanlin didn't change her shoes, went upstairs and rushed into the bedroom, panting, blushing with excitement.

Liang Cheng's pupils were dark, and it was difficult to detect the slight smile in them. He stood up and said, "It seems that I have been selected."

Qiao Yuanlin didn't care about being a minister at all, he frantically unwrapped the files and dumped the contents on the bed.

He grinned: "Look!"

Liang Cheng glanced at the papers. The experimental teaching assistant employment instructions, personal information form, and recommendation letters were pressed at the bottom. He took them out and saw Duan Sicun's signature clearly.

His eyes had cooled down, and he asked, "What is this?"

"A letter of recommendation from the experimental teaching assistant!" Qiao Yuanlin looked excited. "Teacher Duan is the dean of the program. If he recommends you, you can apply for the job. As long as you pass the exam, you can be a teaching assistant in Dexin!"

Liang Cheng glanced at the personal information form again, a trace of confusion flashed across his face, and said, "Duan Sicun gave it to you? Did he say anything to you?"

Qiao Yuanlin raised his head and asked for credit with high spirits: "He said that I must be elected as a minister!"

Liang Cheng crumpled the paper in his hand, and asked coldly, "You're running for this?"

"That's right, this is the condition that Teacher Duan put forward." Qiao Yuanlin said, "I want you to participate in the recruitment, so I begged him. He said that I want to be elected as a minister. I was really elected, and he will give it to me when I step off the stage today." Me!"

Liang Cheng was silent for a moment, then laughed angrily, and sarcastically said: "Idiot, you just agree to his conditions?"

"For you, of course I agree." Qiao Yuanlin approached and grabbed Liang Cheng's arm with both hands, "Brother, you fill in your personal information first, do you have a photo without a hat? No, we will take a photo in the afternoon, and we need a bank card. For salary."

Suddenly, Liang Cheng shook off him and said, "I won't go."

Qiao Yuanlin was stunned: "Why?"

"No reason." Liang Cheng's resistance was obvious, "I didn't ask you to do these things, so don't make up your own mind in the future."

Qiao Yuanlin was poured with a basin of cold water, and because it was Liang Cheng, it became colder and colder, and all the heat from his body dissipated.He was stunned for a long time before making a sound: "I didn't tell you...I wanted to surprise you."

Liang Cheng said, "I don't need it."

Qiao Yuanlin asked incoherently: "Don't need anything? Work, surprise, or don't you need me? Because you don't need it, so you don't care?"

"Yes." Liang Cheng said indifferently, "I don't care about these."

"But your grades are so good, you can't put down your books at all." Qiao Yuanlin refused to give up and said, "Why do you have to go to collect debts and take risks? Isn't this job more suitable than those messy jobs?"

Liang Cheng replied: "My life was a mess. I dropped out of school, I was beaten and killed, I was stabbed one day, and the police came to my door from time to time. If you don't like it, you can drive me out."

Qiao Yuanlin endured to the limit, and shouted loudly: "I don't want you to live such a life!"

Liang Cheng looked at him closely, and also raised his voice: "I am dead or alive, how I live will not hinder you, right? Can you, a flower in the greenhouse, not care about the weeds?"

"You saved me, is it wrong for me to repay you?"

"I don't need you to repay." Liang Cheng bit each word hard, "I don't want to owe you anything either."

"What love?" Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Friendship?"

He talked too much today, his throat hurt, and he shouted almost broken: "You don't consider me a friend at all! You treat me as the opposite door, as a puppy, treat me when you are in a good mood, and reject me if you are not interested Thousands of miles away!"

He completely exploded: "Liang Cheng, getting to know you better, getting closer to you, why is it so fucking difficult?! Ying Xiaoqiong can do it, the fourth child can do it, Xiao Le can do it, why can't I!"

Liang Cheng was invulnerable, and said cruelly: "Because we are not the same way."

The author has something to say: Xiao Qiao feels like a sick child, but she does what she says and does not know what the difficulties are;