what is the relationship between us

The admission notice with the photo of Yiyuan High School was sent to the school, but Meng Xinci was too lazy to get it, so he asked Cheng Hang to keep it for him.

The closer it was to the start of school, the less happy he felt.Wan Junxiu wanted to take advantage of the vacation time to take him on another trip, saying that the location of this trip was up to him, and he also said that he had no idea where he was going. school starts.

I don't know what Lu Qingfeng is up to, but his English, which he should be proud of, has made a terrible mistake this time.

Meng Xinci watched his face turn ugly when he was filling out the application, and Meng Xinci knew that he might not be able to get into the school he liked.I didn't dare to ask him out this time during the holiday, I guess he didn't have the intention to go out and play somewhere.

This holiday, Meng Xinci will go to Wan Junxiu's small bookstore to help out, tidy up the books on the shelves for him, or go to the book wholesale market for him to purchase and checkout.

After leaving the school and without the classmates and teachers he knew, Meng Xinci did these things much more smoothly, without any shyness.

He also learned how to ride a tricycle. The first time he bought goods, he took the bus empty-handed. When he arrived at the wholesale market and saw the books tied with nylon ropes, he froze in place. It was amazing that he could carry so many books back It's weird.

The owner of the book wholesale market saw Meng Xinci standing still, discussed with his wife and reluctantly lent him the small trailer, promising him to return it the next day.

If so, Meng Xinci dragging back to Wenlin Street is not enough.

He thought for a while and turned into the back of Wenlin Street, the alley he often went to in the first grade of junior high school.I borrowed a tricycle and practiced in the alley when I was free.

He had ridden Cheng Hangyi's sports bike before, and it was extremely light when he rode it.

This tricycle was different. It was stable, but because it was too big, he couldn't control the direction at all at first, and the faucet twisted into a snake shape.

Wan Junxiu was worried that it would be dangerous for him to go on the road, so he told him no need, he could pay a little more for the owner of the wholesale market to deliver.

Meng Xinci has the final say, if the purchase volume is too large, it will not be worthwhile at all.After thinking about it, I decided to buy it myself.

In addition to stocking up, he had to run home at noon to buy vegetables and cook, and then deliver them to Wan Junxiu under the sun.

After a holiday, the originally fair skin was tanned and shiny.

He is also afraid of heat, and in summer he always wears a T-shirt and runs outside. His arms are baked by the sun like this, and he feels uncomfortable when he returns home to take a shower at night.

He talked less, but did a lot of things.He resisted in his heart that Wan Junxiu had always treated him as a child and let him live in school.

But in fact, as if accepting fate, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy can always be at odds with his family.

Occasionally, when he was at home not going to the bookstore, he found some materials and made a few small tools for Wan Junxiu to help him live more conveniently when he lived alone.

Without saying anything, I still hope that Wan Junxiu can live a better life when he is alone.

He could vaguely feel that Wan Junxiu's body was not as good as it was in the year or two when he was just brought back.

In fact, it is considered normal, Wan Junxiu is reluctant to spend money to go to the hospital for rehabilitation, and the physical examination reports organized by the Disabled Persons' Federation every year are not optimistic.

But he always said that all paralyzed people are like this, how can a paralyzed person still be alive and kicking, as long as there are no complications, everything will be fine.

When he said this, his feet were still swollen, and Meng Xinci looked at him like a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

When they first applied for volunteering, Meng Xinci and Li Rui said that Wan Junxiu would feel less pressure alone.This sentence is true, if there is no need to raise Meng Xinci now, with the income of Wan Junxiu’s current small bookstore, he can hire a part-time worker at home to take care of his food and daily life, and help him with housework.In this case, Wan Junxiu's life should be much easier.

But no, I have to help Meng Xinci pay tuition fees, and I have to give Meng Xinci living expenses. If Meng Xinci's academic performance drops, I have to help Meng Xinci pay tuition fees for cram schools.

A sum of expenses was like a pair of invisible big hands pinching Wan Junxiu tightly, not allowing him to think about his body, let alone allowing Wan Junxiu to breathe a sigh of relief.

Before school starts, they have to face military training again. Meng Xinci and his freshmen in high school all arrive a week earlier than the students in the first and second grades.

Wan Junxiu was closed for a day, and took Wan Junxiu to the mall to buy things for school.Just this once, Meng Xinci had no excuse to shirk.

His schoolbag has been in use since the second volume of the sixth grade, and it is severely worn out now, so it cannot be replaced.Also buy bedding that is the right size for your dorm room.

Wan Junxiu also wanted to buy him more things, such as lamps on the desk, lunch boxes and kettles for eating, new clothes and shoes in the old school rules, and he even wrote a list crookedly with a pen on everything.

After the arrangements were made, Wan Junxiu felt guilty again, fearing that Meng Xinci would not like the things he bought.I didn't know it before, but this is a small bookstore that has been open for almost a year in front of Meng Xinci School. He knows exactly what they wear and use in school.

Wan Junxiu looked at Meng Xinci who was squatting on the ground changing shoes, and he asked softly: "Xinci, do you want to ask friends to buy these things by yourself or uncle to accompany you? If you want friends to accompany you, you can talk to uncle , Uncle will give you the money."

Meng Xinci raised his head, "You didn't even go shopping with me?"

Wan Junxiu shook his head, his hands on the steel rim of the wheelchair trembled slightly due to nervousness, he explained: "No, I'm afraid you won't like what I bought."

Meng Xinci tied up his shoelaces, and took Wan Junxiu's shoes to change for him. Without looking up, he unwrapped Wan Junxiu's curled and deformed toes, put on socks and stuffed them into the shoes.

"I didn't even buy it, how do you know I don't like it?"

Now Meng Xinci cherishes the time spent with Wan Junxiu. When Wan Junxiu goes to the bookstore, he also goes to the bookstore. When he is arranging the shelves, he can look up and see Wan Junxiu.

Wan Junxiu was reading the newspaper in the living room, and he was also pretending to read the novel left by the old bookstall beside him. Occasionally, when Wan Junxiu was not paying attention, he could sneak a look at the man in the wheelchair.

At night, he still slept alone in the small room.Sitting at the desk and writing on the draft paper those things that he dared not say to Wan Junxiu during the day.

Sometimes it was questions that she couldn't even understand, more often these questions were transformed into the three characters Wan Junxiu, densely written on the paper.

He didn't even want to throw away those draft papers, they were all sandwiched in a novel that he didn't know how to open, and then locked in a drawer.

He felt like a weirdo with a dark heart, knowing that he would not say anything when staying together, and Wan Junxiu beside him would not be aware of his thoughts.

But he just couldn't help wanting to stay with Wan Junxiu for a while longer, like a countdown, Wan Junxiu in his dream and Wan Junxiu in real life, he wanted to stay by his side as much as possible .

There is no larger supermarket near my home, so I can only take the subway to a large chain supermarket that is farther away.The subway in this small city was only built in April this year, and Wan Junxiu had never taken it before, so he felt it was a novelty from the moment he entered the subway station.

After he was injured, he took a bus once, and he had to wait for the driver to get off the bus to pull out the extension panel of the rear door for him. When he got on the bus, because the space was tight, he didn't even have a place to support him. Brake to throw yourself out.

He never took a bus again, and he would not even go to places farther away where he found it difficult to turn his wheelchair.The daily trajectory of life is to go home to Wenlin Street and return home from Wenlin Street.

There is no need for the subway station, there is a barrier-free escalator, and Meng Xinci can push him directly from the ground to the front of the underground car.

When entering the subway, there is also a special area reserved for Wan Junxiu to park his wheelchair. There are handrails where he can reach, Wan Junxiu can hold on tightly.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Wan Junxiu was very happy, but Meng Xinci couldn't tell what it was like seeing him like this.In the future, urban transportation will become more and more developed, and there will be more and more subway lines and airplane flights, but it seems that it has nothing to do with Wan Junxiu.

Since he couldn't stand up anymore, it was destined that these things or being too far away had nothing to do with him.

The air conditioner in the carriage was turned on at a low temperature, and after only three or four stops, Wan Junxiu was already starting to feel uncomfortable.His body is fragile, and he has lost most of his body temperature regulation ability. He is uncomfortable if he is too cold or too hot.

Meng Xinci looked down, his face was not normal, Meng Xinci grasped his hand, it was cold.

He squatted down, kept rubbing Wan Junxiu's hands with his hands, and breathed warm air on Wan Junxiu's hands.

Still negligent, when going out, Wan Junxiu should have put on another dress.

"Do you want to get out of the car first, and I'll hug you outside to warm you up?"

Wan Junxiu shook his head, there are only two stops left, just wait until we get out of the station.His hand was still held by Meng Xinci, and he could vaguely feel the warmth coming from Meng Xinci's body.

Just a little bit of warmth is enough for him to last for a long time.

Wan Junxiu raised his chin slightly, and asked Meng Xinci: "It's old, do you want to throw it away?"

Meng Xinci kept looking up at Wan Junxiu's face, and when he heard Wan Junxiu's question, he lowered his head and saw the safety clasp on his wrist.

It was indeed old. He had been wearing it since Wan Junxiu bought it for him, and he hadn't even taken it off in the shower.After three years, the red rope has grown frayed, and the color is not as bright as before.

But the seed of that unknown plant has become brighter than before, and it looks red and bright, which is quite beautiful.

Wan Junxiu's wrists were thin, and he used his palms to exert force when doing things. The red rope could not be fixed well between his wrists, and the burrs where it fell were even worse than Meng Xinci's.

He never took it off, and cherished it day after day.

It seemed that at this moment, Meng Xinci suddenly forgave Wan Junxiu, showing a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, he raised his head and smiled and said, "When the college entrance examination is over, let's go again and buy a new one."

Finally laughed, Wan Junxiu hadn't seen Meng Xinci smile with such a stretched brow for a long time, and somehow his nose was sore.

He took out a hand, rubbed Meng Xinci's hair with the back of his hand as before, and said, "Hair is long, I need to cut it."

Meng Xinci raised his hand and stroked his hair. Indeed, his bangs covered his eyes a little bit. His feet were a little numb. He stood up and stomped his feet lightly, but he didn't let go of Wan Junxiu.

He was full of complaints, and he sounded coquettish and said, "It's because of you that you didn't take me to get a haircut."

Wan Junxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the conscience of heaven and earth, it was Meng Xinci who ignored him, he couldn't even enter the room and talk to Meng Xinci a few words, and even talked about haircuts.

But now it's finally over, he squeezed Meng Xinci's hand with his jaw, and asked him in a low voice: "Then go to the old man's place tomorrow?"

"I don't want it, he only cuts his hair short, it's so ugly."

The author has something to say: Well... I signed up for the essay "From working as a worker to working for myself", I hope everyone will support it, kowtow.In fact, the general route is also like this, and everyone can see it outside the episode.This is really getting rid of poverty and becoming rich, but it's really a little too poor.

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: create 2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: create 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: create 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!