After the rain

After a while, Song Qikun wanted to go back to his room after eating, but Wang Zhiyun drove him downstairs to take a walk to digest his food.

After running on the court all afternoon, he didn't want to move at all, so he found a bench to sit and enjoy the breeze.

A low voice came from nowhere, and Song Qikun listened attentively.

He knew it was not good to eavesdrop on other people's words, but he had only heard this voice not long ago, so he was inevitably curious.

"It's sorted."

"pretty good."

"Able to adapt."

"many people."

"Well, you should rest early and hang up."

The interval between each sentence is not long, and the tone is cold.

Song Qikun turned his head and saw the figure under the street lamp.

Shen Yan was sensitive to sight, so he hung up the phone and looked this way, squinting his eyes.

This person is probably nearsighted, Song Qikun thought to himself.

He was hesitating whether to say hello, but Shen Yan had already looked back and left.

I ran into someone four times in one day, and I knew the name after I said the words, so why did I act like a stranger.

Song Qikun sighed softly, this person seemed really difficult to get along with.

The cat I raised is quite well-behaved.

That night, Song Qikun had a dream.

He dreamed that he went to buy a cup of pearl milk tea, accidentally dropped it on the ground and broke it, the black pearls rolled all over the ground, rolled and rolled into a black cat of the same size, the pool of milk tea also turned into a cat, It's exactly the same as the one at the new neighbor's house.

Seeing the little black pearl cats running towards him one after another, Song Qikun was elated, squatting down to hold them in the palm of his hand, but the milk tea fat orange over there yelled, and the little black pearl cats braked in unison and turned around.

The movements are uniform, even the amplitude of the tail swing is exactly the same, it is simply copy and paste.

They ran into the belly of Milk Tea Fat Orange without looking back, and crowded together densely.

Milk Tea Fat Orange approached swaggeringly with a meowing pearly little black cat, and said, "Drink it."

Song Qikun was so scared that he almost rolled out of bed in the middle of the night and woke up until dawn.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhiyun looked closely at Song Qikun's face, and said, "Sluggish, did you stay up late last night?"

Song Qikun raised his eyelids, feeling weak, "Woke up in the middle of the night and then couldn't fall asleep again, does that count as staying up late?"

Song Ye came out with a bowl of porridge and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"That's right." Song Qikun yawned and moved his nose, "What, it smells so good."

"Shrimp porridge." Song Ye said, "Go to bed after eating, this mental state is scary."

Song Qikun shook his head and said, "I can't sleep, I'll go downstairs."

The temperature in the morning is comfortable, and the community is very lively. There are a few children in the Tai Chi team, and they have learned every move in a good way.

Song Qikun took a breath of fresh air, and the tightness of his scalp subsided. He did a set of simple warm-up exercises, and then jogged along the road in the community.

After circling around and returning to the starting point, Song Qikun was refreshed, and planned to go back later and write the most troublesome math papers, writing two sets in one go.

One-third of the holiday has passed. Although there are many homework, most of the writing is done every day. In addition, there are extra homework to be completed in the cram school.The return time for the second year of high school is one week earlier than that of the freshmen, and even earlier for the third year of high school, and the holiday is only a dozen days.

Song Qikun met Shen Yan again at the elevator entrance on the first floor, he raised his hand, "Hey."

Shen Yan was obviously taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

The two passed by.

The brim of Shen Yan's hat was pressed too low, and Song Qikun wondered if it was because he couldn't see the road that he was walking slowly.

The boy's thin figure gradually drifted away, and the loose hem of his clothes was blown by the breeze, making him even thinner. He didn't bring the cat with him, and there was only a shadow beside him.

Song Qikun looked away and pressed the floor again.

3: trace

Song Qikun finished writing two sets of math papers with high efficiency.It was still early, so he took out his notebook and went through the political knowledge points, and he also memorized five pages of English words.

Probably because of the influence of his family environment since he was a child, or the possibility of a little inheritance, Song Qikun, like his parents, chose to study liberal arts, and the partial subjects are not too partial, but after all, mathematics, physics and chemistry are not as good as politics, history and geography.

He was one of those students who were not particularly bright but worked hard enough.Logical thinking is average, and memory is just that. If you can't reach the level of a god of learning, you can be considered a hardworking academic master at best.

In the first year of high school, arts and sciences were pulling points from each other, and his grades kept jumping up and down in the top ten of his grade. As long as the difficulty of mathematics, physics and chemistry was not too abnormal, he could sometimes jump to the top of the grade.

In the tradition of No. [-] Middle School, the first day of the new semester begins with an exam. As a test of whether the students have indulged themselves during the holidays, the difficulty of the exam questions even exceeds the difficulty of the college entrance examination.

Song Qikun was afraid of overturning his car, so he enrolled in a math tutoring class, one lesson a day from Monday to Friday.

Later, I went out for a walk with Wang Zhiyun, and bought a birthday present for the little girl next door.

Last year I gave you a small skirt, but this year I bought a pair of princess shoes in a different style.Light pink, flat leather sole, no fancy sequins and decorations on the upper, and the buckle is a small silver bow.

"It's pretty." Wang Zhiyun said, "But is it a little too big?"

"No." Song Qikun handed the shoes to the clerk to help pack them, and said, "I know her shoe size."

A girl of this age grows up very quickly, and she has to change her clothes and shoes every year. It may not feel like seeing her every day, but she has indeed grown up.

As night fell, the first quarter moon quietly climbed up the treetops.The pedestrian street is crowded with people, and the neon lights of various colors are blurred, casting a light red light on the dark blue night sky.

Song Qikun followed the tortoise-like crowd to the street, put all the bags in his hand on the ground, lifted his sweaty neckline to dissipate heat, and let out a long breath.

Sure enough, shopping is the most torturous thing in the world, more tiring than running a few kilometers.

Wang Zhiyun didn't feel much better either, he was sweating profusely from the heat, he was holding the advertising fan that he had received on the street, and his wrist turned to create a phantom.

"Thank you." She turned around and slapped her coolie son, "Let's go after a rest."

With so many people gathered together, the wind is blowing hot.

Song Qikun nodded, took out a tissue to wipe his sweat, grabbed two handfuls of hair, his mind was empty, and his eyes wandered around unconsciously.

The street lamps shone on the leaves, casting shadows on the road where people came and went. The boy leaned against the tree trunk, tightly wrapped in long-sleeved trousers, and the brim of a baseball hat blocked most of his face.

He just stood there quietly, with his head slightly lowered, completely blending into the shadows, inconspicuous.

Song Qikun's first thought when he saw him was why this person always likes to stand under the tree.

Maybe he stared at it for a long time, Shen Yan raised his head to look this way, but only paused for a second before moving away.

Song Qikun suspected that he didn't see him at all, even if he did, he probably didn't recognize him.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Zhiyun followed his gaze and looked over, there was nothing but human beings.

Song Qikun withdrew his gaze and smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing."

Wang Zhiyun exposed him, "When you lie, you blink quickly twice."

Song Qikun: "..."

"Quickly recruit from the truth."

Song Qikun touched the tip of his nose and said, "Have you met your new neighbor?"

Wang Zhiyun was surprised, "People moved in?"

Song Qikun: "..."

He bent down and pulled the shopping bag, and said in a flat tone, "It's the one under the tree on the left."

Wang Zhiyun found the tree and asked uncertainly, "A girl?"

Song Qikun frowned, turned his head and saw that the person was gone.

It is indeed a girl standing now.

"No." Song Qikun said, "Man, he's already gone."

"Man—" Wang Zhiyun thought for a while, then said doubtfully, "I haven't seen any new faces in the past two days."

"He often goes out, maybe the time is staggered."

Song Qikun aimed at the trash can on the side of the road, the ball of paper flew out, drew an arc in mid-air, and fell into the trash can.

Wang Zhiyun asked, "What kind of person is he?"

what kind of person.

For no reason, Song Qikun remembered the awkward chat experience when he and Shen Yan went home yesterday.

And, the hand that stretched out and quickly retracted.

Song Qikun didn't even see the other party's face clearly, and he didn't get much information from the few exchanges. He couldn't describe what kind of person Shen Yan was.

So he still said the same sentence: "I can't tell, you will know when you meet."

If he had to describe it, he felt that this person was like a gust of wind.

A gust of cold wind came from the top of the towering mountain, mixed with a special breath that he had never encountered before.

He is not compatible with everything here, but he has somehow stayed here.

It was past nine o'clock when we got home, Song Qikun took a shower, went back to the room, took out the pair of princess shoes, repacked them, and made a birthday card.

In the living room, Wang Zhiyun opened the shopping bags one by one to check the loot from this trip, flipping through them and suddenly asked: "My son said that the neighbor across the door has moved in. Have you seen it?"

Song Ye was leaning on the sofa drinking tea, and nodded upon hearing the words: "Yes, at noon today, the kid seemed a little shy, and he ignored me when I talked to him."

Wang Zhiyun was thoughtful, "Maybe you don't look like a good person."

Song Ye: "?"

Wang Zhiyun changed his words with a smile, "Maybe I didn't hear it."

Song Qikun, who was about to come out to get a glass of water, silently closed the half-open door.

The girl next door, Rou Rou, came home at noon on Monday, and the first thing she did when she came back was to knock on the door of Song Qikun's house.

At that time, Song Qikun was about to take a nap when a little girl with shofar braids ran in, and a hungry tiger jumped into his arms.

"elder brother!"

"Rourou is back." Song Qikun caught her with a smile, carried her to the sofa in the living room and sat down, looked carefully, and said, "It's dark."

The little girl has big eyes, after listening to this