Mindful

Qiao Yuanlin didn't sleep well all night, and felt that the mattress and pillows were uncomfortable. On Monday morning, she went downstairs and lay down on the dining table waiting for dinner.

A familiar smell came out of the kitchen, and he said alertly, "Grandma, isn't it millet porridge again?"

"How can I drink millet porridge all the time." Wang Ruizhi came out with a tray, "Drink purple rice porridge today."

Qiao Yuanlin would rather be hungry and push the porridge away.He also didn't want to queue up at the breakfast shop, so he just took an apple from the fruit plate.

There were footsteps on the stairs, Liang Cheng just got up, put his fingers through his short hair to wipe off the splashed water from washing his face, he went downstairs, turned to the small entrance to change his sneakers.

Wang Ruizhi said, "Xiao Liang, are you going out now?"

Liang Cheng tied his shoelaces and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wang Ruizhi moved the bowl of porridge and said, "I have cooked too much porridge, let's have some breakfast together."

Qiao Yuanlin stared and whispered, "This is my porridge!"

"You don't drink." Wang Ruizhi ignored him, "Come on, it will get cold later."

Renting a house doesn't care about food, but Wang Ruizhi often troubles Liang Cheng to repair or move things, so he uses a meal to offset the favor.Qiao Yuanlin moved into the small bedroom yesterday. She guessed that she had a conflict with Liang Cheng, so she meant to ease the relationship.

Liang Cheng went to wash his hands, and sat down on Qiao Yuanlin's chair at the corner of the table.The temperature of the porridge in front of him was just right, so he picked it up and took a sip, and then Qiao Yuanlin bit into an apple.

The two of them happened to be one black and one white. Qiao Yuanlin was wearing a school uniform white shirt, spring style, with a tie rolled up and tucked into his breast pocket, hanging down to cover the embroidered school badge.

Liang Cheng was wearing a black short-sleeved T, with short dark hair and eyebrows, almost no student look.

The two of them ignored each other, Liang Cheng focused on drinking the porridge from the corner of his eye, and Qiao Yuanlin gnawed the apple expressionlessly.

There wasn't much time in the morning, so Wang Ruizhi didn't go around and asked, "Bao'er, did you move to the small bedroom yesterday?"

Although the quality of sleep was poor, Qiao Yuanlin didn't want to rely on the support of the old lady, so as not to be looked down upon by Liang.He replied: "Well, that house is not bad."

"Which is good?"

Qiao Yuanlin realized for two seconds and said, "Feng Shui is good."

"But it's not packed yet."

"I'll take it today."

Seeing that his grandson was not cooperating, Wang Ruizhi turned to Liang Cheng: "Xiao Liang, can you let Yuan Lin stay for a few more days?"

"Don't." Qiao Yuanlin took a step forward, "I'm not used to sleeping in the same room with others, it makes my nights feel like years."

After finishing the purple rice porridge, Liang Cheng put down the bowl and chopsticks to wipe his mouth, and said directly through Qiao Yuanlin's words: "I respect his choice."

Qiao Yuanlin: "..."

Why does this man have two faces?

Liang Cheng left after eating, went to the door, took off his helmet and went out.

Wang Ruizhi had no choice but to give up, not even having a chance to say about the rent reduction, and asked, "You pack those packages yourself?"

"You really think highly of me." Qiao Yuanlin said, "Don't worry, I made an appointment with the housekeeper on the Internet, and by the way, I will also clean the first floor."

"how much is it?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "I paid."

Wang Ruizhi: "You kid didn't even discuss it with me. Your parents are divorced. It's fine for you to spend your dad's money. My ex-mother-in-law can't spend it."

Qiao Yuanlin had a bit of backbone, and ran away from home without the pocket money Qiao Wenyuan gave him and the scholarship he used.

Before going out, he took out a small silver-gray box from his pocket, made of velvet, and looked very expensive.He was afraid that the housekeeper would lose it, so he handed it to Wang Ruizhi and said, "Grandma, please help me collect it for a day."

Wang Ruizhi thought he had stolen Qiao Wenyuan and Lin Chengbi's wedding ring, opened it curiously, and said disappointedly, "That's it?"

Qiao Yuanlin said: "This is very important."

"I have a lot in the store." Wang Ruizhi sent him, "Here you take it, go to school quickly."

Wanping Alley is far away from the school, Qiao Yuanlin took a taxi there, and it was a quarter of an hour late without accident.As a habitual latecomer, the doorman has become accustomed to it.

The classroom of the international class (1) is full of unsupervised and cheerful atmosphere, and the groups are piled up, discussing the weekend homework.

Qiao Yuanlin came late, took off her schoolbag and threw it in the first row, and went to the podium to open the multimedia.

The classmate in the first row consciously opened his schoolbag, took homework, and asked, "Yuan Shen, don't you feel ashamed to be late every day?"

This nickname sounds like Mary Sue, but behind it is a sad story.Qiao Yuanlin's scalp went numb when he heard it, and he couldn't remember which grandson called it first.

He surrendered: "Please change your name."

Everyone cooperated: "Okay, monitor."

Qiao Yuanlin said, "Is my name a hot mouth?"

Wang Zhenni took his math papers, eight in total, with a page of contents of the project report interspersed, and said, "It's not hot, it's a bit hot. Squad leader, why do you have a calculus project report here?"

Each subject is divided into modules, and in addition to the usual homework, tests, and tests, each module also needs to complete a project report independently.The point is, I am about to learn the first section of Calculus Chapter 1 today.

Qiao Yuanlin replied: "Oh, I forgot to bind it after printing."

With 1 minute left before the morning class, Qiao Yuanlin fixed the projection. On it was a speculative question sent to him by the math teacher at seven o'clock, asking him to bring the whole class to discuss in the morning class.

He stepped off the podium, the homework was divided up, and only the catalog and schoolbag were snatched back.

A busy Monday flies by quickly.

Except for going to the bathroom, Qiao Yuanlin hardly left his seat.At noon, when everyone else had left, he slowly left the teaching building.

Yao Fu was in shift (2), and he sent a message on the way, informing him that the meal has been bought, see you at the old place.

The so-called old place is that the first floor of the canteen is full, and they are too lazy to go to the second, third and fourth floors, so they eat on the tables outside in the sun, also commonly known as "campus stalls".

Qiao Yuanlin bought two bottles of drinks and found Yao Fu.He was starving to death, he forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, the sun was hanging above his head, shining a hazy light red on his fair skin.

Yao Fu clicked his tongue: "You are so hungry, can't you get enough to eat when you move to your grandma's house?"

"Don't mention it." Qiao Yuanlin said, "It's too bitter to run away from home. Do you know how small the room I live in now? There isn't even a desk."

Yao Fu gloated and said, "Isn't it?"

"It's more than that." Qiao Yuanlin said, "I was bullied by the tenant, and I feel bad thinking about him."

Yao Fu asked: "Who is it? How can you rent a house and bully the landlord?"

"I don't know who it is." Qiao Yuanlin swallowed the chicken chops, "He's a fierce guy, he just scares me when he comes up, and if he rides a motorcycle, he thinks he's a young and Dangerous boy."

Yao Fu laughed and said, "Then do you want to live?"

Qiao Yuanlin has no plans to move out for the time being. There is a nanny in the house, but he doesn't want to face Qiao Wenyuan.The environment of the school dormitory is also good, but the roommate snores, and he ran away after living there for three days.

"Let's do it first." Qiao Yuanlin said calmly.

Yao Fu was full and said, "Treasure your current campus life."

Qiao Yuanlin: "What do you mean?"

"A gossip with an accuracy rate of 90.00%, about your new and old class, do you want to listen?"

Qiao Yuanlin understood that there is no such thing as a free lunch, so he asked, "What conditions?"

"My mother is very tired after gym class, don't ask me to buy you food again!"

Qiao Yuanlin said innocently, "I bought it for you after every experimental class."

Yao Fu sneered: "Brother, I'm afraid you won't be able to skip the biology experiment class in the future."

Qiao Wenyuan made a plan for Qiao Yuanlin, to go abroad to study biology as an undergraduate, and then enter medical school to become a doctor in the future.Qiao Yuanlin didn't like it. In order to anger Qiao Wenyuan, he made his biology grades miserable, and his partial subjects were extremely subjective.

Yao Fu said in one breath, "Your new head teacher is Duan Sicun, a professor of biology and a former specially-appointed teacher in No. [-] Middle School of the city. He will not only teach you biology, but also serve as the dean of projects and senior examiner of subject papers."

Qiao Yuanlin's focus fell on one sentence, and he said in surprise, "Seventh Middle School?"

"I didn't get into the Dream School, so it's a kind of consolation to let its teacher teach me." Yao Fu patted Qiao Yuanlin's head, "I guess you will be the key target of Professor Duan's rectification."

Qiao Yuanlin was brought back to reality, and asked, "Are you accurate in gossip?"

This gossip spread quickly, and the school's official website updated the teacher's profile that afternoon, adding Duan Sicun's personal homepage, confirming it.

Before school was over, Qiao Yuanlin failed the biology test last weekend. Normally, he would immediately take photos and send them to Qiao Wenyuan to challenge him.

Qiao Yuanlin had a hunch that the good times were coming to an end, and when he came home and smelled the familiar rice porridge, he couldn't even eat rice.

At night, when the cheongsam shop was closed, he was doing his homework on the operating table, and the biology test paper was thrown on a pile of waste fabrics, and he didn't change a word until late at night.

After finishing the last question, Qiao Yuanlin felt his hungry stomach and decided to have a midnight snack.

He opened the food delivery software. There was no nightlife in the old town, and most of the nearby small restaurants were closed. He searched and found a food stall with a high rating, but unfortunately it was beyond the scope of delivery.

He was feeling a pity when he suddenly thought of the QR code he had scanned on the telephone pole.

Qiao Yuanlin opened WeChat and found "Superman Running Errands" in the list. The avatar was not set, the region was Egypt, and the circle of friends was empty. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a useless account that no one uses.

He tried to ask: Hello, can I place an order?

The other party did not reply.

Qiao Yuanlin posted another sentence: Xiaoyu's shrimp risotto with a box of soy milk, can I give it away?

Superman: Address.

It's actually alive?Qiao Yuanlin was inexplicably excited. He was afraid of waking Wang Ruizhi, so he replied: "Wanping Alley, Changlin Street, sent to the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley."

Superman: Two ten minutes.

It takes more than 10 minutes to drive from here to Xiaoyu food stall. Qiao Yuanlin gently reminded: Are you sure?

The other party did not reply.

Qiao Yuanlin listened to the broadcast for 15 minutes, then quietly went out from the side door to wait for his takeaway, and when he walked to the alley, the street light was broken, so he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and held it halfway as a signal light.

At the end of the quiet street, Liang Cheng galloped over on his motorcycle. The headlights emitted a strong white light beam, swept across the dark road, turned at the alley, and illuminated the utility poles.

And the people below the QR code.

Qiao Yuanlin was almost blinded by the flash, turned his head and shouted: "Don't bump into me!"

The motorcycle stopped, Liang Cheng supported the ground with one long leg, and twisted the handlebar aside.He took off his helmet, brushed his short hair from his forehead to the back of his head, and raised his head slightly.

The two saw each other clearly and frowned at each other.

No one had any intention of getting away, Liang Cheng asked: "What are you doing standing here?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "It's none of your business."

Liang Cheng didn't care. He took out his phone and opened WeChat. It was inconvenient to type with one hand, so he sent a voice message: "I'm here, come out."

Qiao Yuanlin thought silently, who would be called out at night?

Does his girlfriend live nearby?Can this kind of person talk about girlfriends?

Qiao Yuanlin's train of thought was interrupted by the "ding" of the phone he was holding.

He clicked on the message, and the voice from Superman was fresh and warm, but it sounded familiar and cold—"I'm here, come out."

Damn, how could this happen?