Xueba, wake up

There wasn't much time left for lunch, and within an hour, He Zhonghe casually found a place on the side of the road to make incense sticks.

"... Can you choose a similar place to invite you to dinner?" Yan Sheng looked at the waiters who were crowding around the small shop with the pot raised above their heads.

There are quite a lot of diners, and the tables are almost full.He Zhonghe rushed to a small table in the corner and sat down quickly, and quickly threw the phone on the chair opposite, just in time to reverse the footsteps of a girl who was walking towards this place.

"If you can use such a small door in this area, the taste will not be bad. Once you eat it, you will fall in love with it." He Zhonghe began to pass on his rich experience in exploring stores, "Junk food is also particular, look at the one next to it. Which of the few stores was rented out within two days of opening, but this one is the only one standing still."

"That makes sense." Yan Sheng nodded perfunctorily.

What surprised him was that He Zhonghe was right, this skewer was indeed more delicious than those of the popular chain stores, the soup base was rich, and the sesame sauce for dipping was also sweet and very fragrant.

"Student Yansheng," He Zhonghe smiled and watched him put another string, and squeezed his throat, "I'm going to die, just jump from here..."

"It smells so good." Yan Sheng answered, got up, "Go add ingredients, do you want it?"

"Except for spicy and numb, put some in it." He Zhonghe said.

Of course, the truth is not that Guo Yao said that the two of them know each other very well, and that Yan Sheng invited him to dinner only because of the cat.

...Maybe there is something else, after all, I gave him a sloppy birthday that day.

Anyway, there is no such mess, pure human relationship.

"Are you sure it's not spicy?" Yan Sheng put two small bowls on the table and sat back opposite He Zhonghe.

"You can't eat it." He Zhonghe mixed the dipping sauce, "Once you eat it and cough, it's endless."

Yan Sheng glanced at him.

I heard him coughing several times in class before, and every time he came back from running and exercising, he had to adjust his breathing for a long time.That day, I changed the sterile patch to the ear, and I could smell the man's breath smelling like mint.

Something wrong with the trachea?or lungs?

"Change to a clear soup pot?" Yan Sheng asked.

"It's okay, it's not that serious." He Zhonghe pointed to his heart, "The heart and lungs are not very good. I had pulmonary heart disease when I was a child, and I haven't recovered quickly yet."

Yan Sheng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect it to be pulmonary heart disease.

In my impression, cor pulmonale is a very serious heart and lung disease, with a high disability and fatality rate, and any complication may kill someone.

But in front of him, He Zhonghe was eating happily, looking like an ordinary person.

"Are you surprised? I think I have to lie down in the hospital." He Zhonghe smiled, "It's mild and chronic. It's not as scary as you think. My vitality is very tenacious. You tried fighting that day, and it's about the same as you." fierce."

Indeed, his physique is thin, but he doesn't look weak, rather strong.

"Say it earlier," Yan Sheng recalled that day when he started to dislocate his arm, although he failed to do so, he still felt a little bullied.He joked, "Next time you fight, I'll give you three hits."

"Three strokes are not enough," He Zhonghe slid down, posing in a paralyzed posture, and hummed, "Give me five strokes, brother, I'm so weak."

Seeing him like this, Yan Sheng couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

"Then I'm going to Kaka Kaka Kaka—" He Zhonghe sat up straight all of a sudden, with a fierce look on his face, "Let me try it another day."

After he finished speaking, he thumped the table, and let out a few evil laughs in his thick voice, which resembled a troll in the devil's cave.

"It's really weak." Yan Sheng took a spoon from the chopsticks holder, skimmed off the red oil at the bottom of the soup, "Slap your fear on the public screen."

Eating is a magical thing. The person who eats with you will always talk to you slowly while eating, and you will always be able to increase the distance unconsciously.

Everyone will have three meals and one night. It is not right to sleep together when you first meet, but meals are much easier.Whether you are a friend or a couple, the way to get to know each other is nothing more than three meals. Taste, habits, and the content of chatting during the meal all inadvertently reveal yourself to each other. It is an ordinary and somewhat intimate thing.

Yan Sheng had hardly eaten alone with others since he was a child, which was awkward.Every time the team gathers for a dinner, there are always two or three people who don’t arrive together. Yansheng will wait for everyone to gather before gathering. If there are more people at the banquet, he will feel more comfortable. Who to take care of.

Today's dinner appointment with He Zhonghe was not only because of his birthday and raising a cat. If he really wanted to express his gratitude, Yansheng could use any other method, there was absolutely no need to treat him to dinner.

So he has something else on his mind.

Yan Sheng felt that his thoughts were not very pure.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he liked listening to He Zhonghe's talk, it was relaxing and comfortable.

He is generous and talks a lot, but he is not very annoying.

Yansheng has never been in love, nor has he ever been tempted by anyone.Occasionally looking for excitement to watch a movie, no matter how I look at it, I feel a little embarrassed. Most of the movies are either muscular | strong men and fierce type 0, or soft and cute mother type 0.

He Zhonghe has nothing to do with anyone, he belongs to the cool and handsome ones that are more common among straight men.

Although the blue hair on the head and the tinkling ears are completely out of Yansheng's aesthetic range, he thinks... it's getting more and more pleasing to the eye.

At first, the teacher in the second semester of the second year of high school asked He Zhonghe to go to the podium to do the questions, and Yansheng sat in the first row and looked at it twice with his arms crossed.

Then, when he was at the same table near the end of the term, he occasionally glanced out of the corner of his eye and found that He Zhonghe had a variety of entertainment methods in class.

Later, when he was in the coffee shop on his birthday, when he looked up and saw He Zhonghe, Yan Sheng felt his eyes wander for a moment.

So that night, he dreamed that he was going to repair a tree house in the forest, and when he opened the door, he saw He Zhonghe wearing a leaf, grinning at himself generously and saying "Hi".

Although the content of the dream was very strange, after that, Yansheng often couldn't help but glance to the right in class.

Geography listened very carefully, rare.

It can be seen that the eyelashes are quite dense from three seats away, although I observed it at a close distance at the pet hospital that day.

Breathing again.

The bottle of mints on the table has been gone for half a day, so how can anyone like such spicy candy?

Why is that Guo Yao in the class always looking for him?

I didn't listen to the English class, as if I was writing something by myself.

Math class is writing again.

Chinese class is also being written.

After class, I pretended to pass by and took a look. It was an English cursive copybook.

The college entrance examination is about to come, what to do with this practice, all primary school students know that the exam should write Hengshui body.

……

Yan Sheng leaned on the door and reviewed his mental journey for a long time, feeling more and more wrong.He took off the shirt that was stained with strings of fragrance, opened the chair and sat down, raised his head, put his arms over his eyes, and turned around twice.

His definition of liking is self-contained and very strict. He doesn't have many in-depth contact with people, and he is somewhat resistant to having too deep friendship with people.People can't like casually, love can't talk casually.

It must not be regarded as liking, he knew it in his heart, it was far from that level.

But it is true that I have a good impression for no reason, and I want to get closer.

The purpose of love is too outrageous, I don't even know whether he is curvy or straight, 1 or 0, and the college entrance examination is just around the corner.

Just a little bit, not much more.

"Look and see! I got the answers right in the ten-day cram school exam, and this time I only got six mistakes in the comprehensive multiple-choice questions!" It was almost eleven o'clock at night, and Du Lanzhen stared blankly while watching TV, and was startled by He Zhonghe's roar Jump.

"24, almost [-] points were deducted from the first volume, what are you happy about, son?" Du Lanzhen said.

"No, it doesn't hurt people's enthusiasm for learning like this." He Zhonghe frowned, leaning on the bedroom doorframe, "Can you still share the joy happily?"

Du Lanzhen didn't speak, she was trying to dampen He Zhonghe's enthusiasm for learning.

"You may not believe it when you tell it," He Zhonghe didn't notice Du Lanzhen's silence, walked up to her and exaggeratedly said, "Your son's history is all right! The most metaphysical history!"

"Yeah." Du Lanzhen stroked He Zhonghe's hair, it was so tall that it took a lot of effort to touch it, "Actually, you don't have to be so tired, it's already midnight."

"What a hardworking and good boy." He Zhonghe was intoxicated with himself, with a look full of energy, "Let me go, I can learn again, next year you will have a son of 985211."

Du Lanzhen paused when she heard "985211".

"Let's go, I'm off to study, you go to bed early." He Zhonghe turned to go back to the bedroom, "I love studying and studying makes me happy..."

Du Lanzhen grabbed his arm.

He Zhonghe froze for a moment, then turned to look at his mother.

She had a weird look on her face that He Zhonghe couldn't describe, fearful in her nervousness, nervous in her daze.

Sometimes quarreling or his mother unilaterally scolded him, he would show such an expression.

It made He Zhonghe look a little... flustered.

"What's wrong, Mom?" He Zhonghe looked down at her.

"I want to discuss something with you." Mom pulled him to sit on the sofa, "Mom asked you, why did you suddenly start studying recently?"

He Zhonghe was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect his mother to ask such a question that all the interviewees would have the same answer. Some of them couldn't make up their minds: "Just... the college entrance examination is coming soon, study and pass the university entrance exam."

"Did Mom tell you that this school in our city is fine? You can choose the best major in it for your grades." Mom stared at him.

"Don't be funny, this old second book was just promoted to official office last year." He Zhonghe was even more confused, "You don't really want me to go there, do you?"

"Mom told you," the tension on Du Lanzhen's face became more obvious, "When I told you to take this school, I didn't mean 'try your best, and mom doesn't force you to go to a better university', but 'you have to go to this school. This university, and it happens to be your level to be tested here'."

"Understood?" Her voice trembled a little.

"Wait, it's a bit confusing." He Zhonghe looked at his mother blankly, "It means that I have to take this school's junior college or double first class, just because it was designated by you, right?"

"Yes." Mom nodded vigorously, "That's it, let's not bother, the third year of high school is easy, just take this exam."

He Zhonghe was even more at a loss. He had never seen such a situation in which parents discouraged their children from studying in real life or in TV dramas.

"Why?" He faintly knew what his mother meant, but he still asked cautiously.

"You can't go!" Du Lanzhen stood up suddenly and roared like crazy, "You can't go anywhere, just stay under my nose!"

The community was very quiet late at night, and it was pitch black outside the window. Occasionally, a car drove slowly past, and the loose floor tiles were pressed out to make a "click" sound.

The sound of my mother's rapid and difficult breathing is a kind of alarming indication in such a night.

Her hands were shaking violently, her eyes were a little out of focus, her face turned pale, and her expression became more and more strange.

"No, no, no." He Zhonghe didn't dare to say anything, trying to comfort his mother.

"Don't go! Don't even go!" Du Lanzhen seemed to have entered another dimension and didn't hear him at all.Her lips trembled, her chest heaved violently, and she screamed, "That's why your dad is dead! That's why he died!"

This was the first time Mom mentioned Dad's death in front of him.

He Zhonghe was stunned, and watched his mother lose control after saying this, and then slowly leaned back.