Mindful

Some things are so coincidental.

Qiao Yuanlin stared at the phone screen, "Forget it" and "OK", one right, one left, one up and one down, but the time error was less than half a second, how could Liang Cheng reply so quickly?

Perhaps, it was replying to his previous six sentences?

The meanings of the two are completely opposite. Replying "Do you agree" means agreeing, and replying "Forget it" means not agreeing. Qiao Yuanlin was stunned for a moment, then clicked on the input box and typed: Which sentence did you reply?

He hung his fingertips after beating, but couldn't press send for a long time.

It is humble enough to send six sentences in a row, and we all count on the seventh sentence to find some dignity.He asked this way, if Liang Cheng refused, wouldn't it be a complete loss of face?

Qiao Yuanlin deleted that sentence and changed it to an ellipsis with unclear semantics. Before sending it out, the taxi stopped at the alley, and the driver handed him a sign with a QR code.

He returned to the chat interface, and the ellipsis became the content of the draft box.

After paying, Qiao Yuanlin shuffled into the alley, the air was a little stuffy, and his palms were sweating against the fuselage.

After that reply, Liang Cheng returned to the disconnected state, and he didn't make it clear which sentence he meant to reply.Qiao Yuanlin didn't bother to ask anymore, and deleted the ellipsis into a blank.

After dinner, Wang Ruizhi was cutting clothes on the first floor, and the operating table was full of fabrics.

Qiao Yuanlin had to stay in his room to study. After listening to an online class, he lay down on the bed to write a set of English papers.Turning to the second page, WeChat alerted that there was a new message.

Qiao Yuanlin didn't touch the electronic equipment when doing the questions, and didn't respond to any messages. He wrote three more questions, but the tip of the pen froze on the paper.

He couldn't hold back, swiped open the phone screen, and clicked on the unread message from someone who didn't know.

It turned out that Tian Yu sent it, asking him what time to discuss the matter of being a cow and a horse.

Qiao Yuanlin curled her lips and replied: Three or ten minutes later.

Tian Yu sent another message: Did you really ride a motorcycle after school?

Which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted, but Qiao Yuanlin blew it all, so he gave an ambiguous expression of "wearing sunglasses and smiling crookedly".

Tian Yu: I want to try too.

Qiao Yuanlin switched to the browser to search keywords, and then gave Tian Yu a link, the content was - Pinghai Passepartout, motorcycles, three-wheelers, pickups, container goods, providing you with various transportation services.

Tian Yu: ... Let's talk in 10 minutes.

This set of papers is a special training for evidence-based reading questions. Qiao Yuanlin folded his calves and shook them lightly.

With his hair wet, he turned on the math review. He didn't eat stinky tofu, so he just tore open a pack of dried tofu with chicken sauce, and at the same time, he was on a voice call with Tian Yu.

There are two types of CAS, one is unified arrangement by the school, and the other is voluntary action.The advantage of the latter is flexible time and free choice of projects, which is suitable for loose people like Qiao Yuanlin.

After confirming the service items, report to the supervisory commissioner of the school, and then write the activity log to collect the files afterwards, which is truly completed.

Qiao Yuanlin was reading a big question and didn't listen carefully.After Tian Yu chattered, he asked him, "How is it?"

"Not bad." He opened his mouth and came.

Tian Yu decided: "Okay, then I will go to kindergarten this month."

Qiao Yuanlin was stunned and said, "Kindergarten? Can you handle children?"

"It's better than elephant dung." Tian Yu said, "Don't you know how to play the piano, you play the piano, I sing, and the children laugh."

Qiao Yuanlin: "...All right."

"The activity diary is up to you." Tian Yu took a breath before hanging up, "Good night, Yuanshen."

Qiao Yuanlin pulled off the earphones and lost his appetite for dried tofu.He turned over and lay flat, staring at the old ceiling in a daze, the phone was pressed under his shoulder.

Hum, WeChat vibrated.

Qiao Yuanlin muttered, "What's the matter Tian Xiaoyu?", passed his right hand under his left armpit, pulled out his phone, opened WeChat, and saw Superman's profile picture moved to the top of the list, with a red circle hanging on it.

Liang Cheng sent a short sentence: Listen, the wind is blowing.

Posting such inexplicable words at twelve o'clock in the morning, Qiao Yuanlin's first feeling was that a dead person cheated on a corpse, and tasted it, and secondly, he felt that it was a literary fraud.

Right component

The pages of the book were flipped, gusts of cool wind leaked in through the crack of the window, the whistling sound hovered outside the house, and soon crackling raindrops hit the window.

It really was windy, Qiao Yuanlin replied: It's raining.

Superman: Take the clothes.

Are you waiting here?

Qiao Yuanlin put on his slippers and went to the balcony.Wang Ruizhi took his clothes into the cabinet to dry, and the few hanging clothes belonged to Liang Cheng. The raindrops were so dense that he grabbed them all and carried them back to the room.

Turning on the light, the empty bedroom was much neater than his, and the sheets were so stretched that there wasn't a single pleat, which was outrageous.

Qiao Yuanlin stood at the end of the bed and a goddess came to scatter flowers and threw the clothes in his arms on the bed. He took pictures with his mobile phone and sent them to Liang Cheng to prove that the clothes were taken away.

Superman didn't respond, but it kept showing that the other party was typing.

Qiao Yuanlin waited for a while, and hurried back to the room to review, then urged impatiently: "What did you reply?"

After sending it, he was dumbfounded, did his fingers form muscle memory, and he actually typed "Which sentence did you reply"?

The other party finally stopped typing, obviously seeing it.Qiao Yuanlin secretly decided that if someone surnamed Liang prevented him from coming to the stage, he would hang the pile of clothes back to hang.

The screen flashed, and Superman sent: whatever.

Qiao Yuanlin: Whatever it is?

Superman: Fold the clothes first.

It's addictive, isn't it?Qiao Yuanlin quickly replied: "No time, no waiting."

Superman: That's "forget it".

Qiao Yuanlin's temper jumped up, forget it, he turned and went back to the room, when he walked to the door, the draft was whistling in the hallway, but he was no match for the refreshing wind from the back seat of the motorcycle.

He paused for half a minute, then returned to the bed and picked up a pair of jeans.

Qiao Yuanlin collected clothes for the first time in 16 years, folded clothes for the first time, and dedicated them to an unknown tenant.Folded and placed on the bedside, he took a photo and sent it over.

The minutes waiting for a reply were long with humiliation.

As a result, Liang Cheng disappeared again.

Qiao Yuanlin was furious, but it was a pity that he was not good at cursing, so he held back for a long time and said palely in civilized Chinese characters: Brother, are you trustworthy?

The door was wide open, and a gust of wind blew the papers on the table.

Qiao Yuanlin was getting angry, picked it up and knocked it roughly on the table, looked down, the paper was full of English, and mixed with many long and complicated professional terms.

Some sentences are underlined in red pen, and notes are written in the margins.Qiao Yuanlin turned to the next page. Last time Liang Cheng read his test paper, it shouldn't be too much for him to read this document, right?

Unfortunately, he found helplessly that he could understand the language, but not the content.

Qiao Yuanlin extracted some words, centering around "cancer science". Could it be that this is a medical paper?

What puzzled him the most was why did Liang Cheng have such a document?Also made notes?Although he is biased, he is not as good as someone who does not study, right?

Qiao Yuanlin was shocked. He put the materials away, held them down with a water cup, and took photos of the first three pages before leaving.

It was raining heavily, and the leaves outside the window swayed for a long time.

Liang Cheng did not return overnight.

It was dawn, and Qiao Yuanlin opened his eyes dizzily. He was like a soft piece of dough, and he woke up for a while before getting up to wash.

I packed my schoolbag and went downstairs, four or ten minutes earlier than usual, so I wouldn't be late even if I went to school on three rounds.

Wang Ruizhi just woke up, thinking that his grandson had changed his sex, and asked, "Why so early?"

Qiao Yuanlin went to the door to change his shoes, and replied, "I can not be late by myself."

Wang Ruizhi said: "I really have to rely on myself, how can I ride other people's motorcycles every day."

Qiao Yuanlin tightened his shoelaces, as if he was going to strangle one of his feet to death, and said, "I paid for it, but he didn't accept it. Besides, how can every day be? Why don't I just leave today?"

Wang Ruizhi said: "Of course I have to go by myself, Xiao Liang didn't come back last night."

Qiao Yuanlin was taken aback, the door was closed, he thought Liang Cheng was sleeping in the room.Looking again, the helmet was not there, nor were Liang Cheng's sneakers.

"Grandma, what on earth is he doing, not coming home all night?"

Wang Ruizhi said, "I didn't ask. Have you skipped breakfast?"

Qiao Yuanlin felt that the old lady was really big-hearted, so she had to ask her carefully another day, and replied, "I'll go to the breakfast shop opposite to buy sea oyster cakes."

The ground in the alley was wet, so Qiao Yuanlin avoided the stagnant water and walked to the entrance of the alley. It was too early. The usually busy streets were deserted, and no taxi passed by for half a day.

Wu Ji's breakfast across the road was lively, and several small tables were full. Qiao Yuanlin looked over, trying to find a vacant seat.

Suddenly, he saw a motorcycle parked diagonally by the side of the road.

On the small table next to the car, Liang Cheng finished eating a drawer of beef and siu mai, and occasionally tilted his head, meeting Qiao Yuanlin's eyes across the not-so-wide road.

Staring at him?

Liang Cheng picked up the phone and delayed replying after a night: the clothes are well folded.

Qiao Yuanlin was so angry that she wanted to blackmail her, she walked across the road to Liang Cheng's table, and said to the boss, "Boss, I want a sea oyster cake and a bowl of porridge."

Liang Cheng said: "It's early in the morning, don't you feel oily?"

Qiao Yuanlin added: "It needs to be oily."

When the food was served, Qiao Yuanlin sat down.Liang Cheng was drinking the remaining half cup of soy milk, lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were blue from boiling.The hair and clothes had been exposed to rain last night, and there was damp and cool water vapor.

Unexpectedly, he broke the silence: "Leaving so early?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "The sooner you arrive, the sooner you won't be late."

"Just right." Liang Cheng raised his chin towards the motorcycle, "I can't see you off today, I'm tired of driving."

Qiao Yuanlin was holding the sea oyster cake. His comprehension ability was not bad. Does this mean that he can't do it today, but he can do it another day?

Liang Cheng raised his eyes to look at him, his thin lips curled a little, he bit his straw and smiled: "Little brother, I'm not that dishonest."

Qiao Yuanlin took a big bite and mumbled cautiously: "Are you reliable?"

"Average." Liang Cheng teased him, "How much is the starting fee?"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "It depends on your service attitude."

Liang Chengdao: "It depends on my mood."

Qiao Yuanlin knew in his heart that even if he was given money, Liang Cheng would not give it to him every day.He often goes home in the middle of the night, and occasionally stays out all night. Compared with this matter, he wants to know what Liang Cheng does.

I replied intermittently yesterday, which means you are busy?It rained all night, could it be an outdoor job?

Qiao Yuanlin was embarrassed to ask directly, but tentatively said, "You just got off the night shift?"

Liang Cheng replied: "That's right."

"What do you mean?" Qiao Yuanlin was afraid of being late, so he stopped beating around the bush, "What do you do for work?"

Liang Cheng asked him back: "What do you think I am?"

Qiao Yuanlin boldly guessed that the waiter at McDonald's, no, this behavior has already been dismissed.Delivering midnight snacks, why didn't you work the previous few nights?Cinema conductor?

He thought of places open at night, such as KTV, bars, and nightclubs, and guessed five or six in a row.

Liang Chengshi listened nonchalantly, tilting his head, his sharp outline was covered with a layer of gold in the sunny sunshine after the rain, but it was not warm, but unreally handsome.

Qiao Yuanlin's brain twitched at this picture, and said, "You can't be the young master of a nightclub, are you?"

Liang Cheng coughed and swears: "You guessed it right, I'm the fucking number one."