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The call page was closed in an instant, and the pattern on the screen was again a group photo of brother and sister-in-law.

Song Zhi stared blankly at his elder brother's smiling eyes, and suddenly forgot to breathe.

Song Xiang's last phone call before his death.

—Who is it calling for?

Song Zhi looked at the string of numbers over and over again. He felt so strange that he got up and lay down repeatedly at night, tossing and turning.Until it was almost dawn outside the window, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

People haven't slept enough for two hours, the sky is completely bright, and a new day is about to start again.

"Learn these things first."

——That's what Chen Baiyu's coach friend told him.

Song Zhi didn't get enough sleep, he held two thick books sleepily, handed in the registration form, completed the physical examination as required, and went home to catch up on a good night's sleep.

The exam for the first subject was scheduled a week later, and Chen Baiyu told him that seven days would be enough.

So, after Song Zhi woke up, he looked at these materials seriously, as if he was preparing for the game, he was extremely focused-also to divert his attention and reduce the pain in his heart.He looked at it all afternoon, and occasionally encountered something he couldn't understand, and he would understand it by asking Chen Baiyu and Xiang Bin.

The days pass quickly.

Song Zhi spent the rest of the day sleeping except for studying these things.Occasionally, during a break, he would dial the number - he had already firmly memorized the string of disorderly numbers.

Every time he pressed the dial, Song Zhi looked forward to it, and this time he could get through.

The doubts and impulses in his heart guided him to do so...

The time for the exam is fast approaching.

"Fine, go." Good brother Chen Baiyu waved to him, "Don't fail, it's embarrassing to come back."

Song Zhi nodded to him from afar, turned around and entered the gate of the examination room.

He took out his ID card from his pocket and placed it on the table.After clicking on the answering system on an old desktop computer, he quickly finished all the questions in a short period of time.

Without even checking, Song Zhi just clicked the submit button.The computer screen loaded for a long time, and a window popped up.

Full marks.

Song Zhi and the examiner raised their hands to signal, and the other party confirmed that it was correct.He put his ID card back into his pocket and strode out.

"So fast? How?"

"It's over." He replied simply.

"How much?" Chen Baiyu asked.

Song Zhi said: "I have impressions, and I am not mistaken."

"Okay, you." Chen Baiyu smiled, "I knew it, you have a good memory, and you have been like this since high school."

"Really?" Song Zhi asked back, with almost no blood on his face.

Seeing that he wasn't excited at all, Chen Baiyu was taken aback, and replied, "It's Zhang Lingze's son-in-law to blame."

He tried to make jokes in front of Song Zhi, and began to talk about the past with joy: "Although you were naughty when you were young, after entering junior high school, you were completely honest and good students, but in the second year of high school, he picked you up every day!"

"You're also a no-brainer. Go out and hang out over the wall every day with him. Every day, you have to urinate soup. You're not messing around in class, or you're sleepy."

Song Zhi listened carefully.

"Can't remember?" Chen Baiyu looked at him.

"You used to be mediocre if you just listened to it, and the subject of mathematics was really good. As a result, the college entrance examination is coming soon, and you don't listen to the class. You do this and that every day. If you can fucking study, you will be a ghost."

"Is that so?"

"Of course!" His tone became more and more exaggerated, "The math teacher hates iron and steel, and thinks you are a superstar who has fallen. I'm afraid that you, a smart guy, will either become a Shui Saner or a little stupid boy after graduation."

"Who knows, hey!" He groaned strangely, then paused, "You've gone to sell tea, and you're about the same as Shui San'er, a coolie!"

"..." Song Zhi laughed.

Chen Baiyu saw that there was something going on, asked him to get in the car, and continued to recall: "We are on the bottom list of our grade, you, me, Binzi, ah, these three people are together, brothers and sisters. It’s hard to say.”

Song Zhi was not in a high mood, and the words on his lips came out one after another: "We have to hang out with awesome people in the future, understand?"

"Find someone who loves learning and working, and will lead you to progress."

He winked at Song Zhi in the rearview mirror, and then said, "For example, Fang Chengyan."

"Can you get out?" Song Zhi was about to be annoyed to death by him, and the expression on his face changed a little: "Are you talking about him forever?"

Chen Baiyu smiled meanly: "Where are we going?"

"No more," he said, "I'm not in the mood."

"how?"

Song Zhi shook his head.

He felt as if his whole body was being stewed slowly in a small pot of depression, from the inside to the outside, sooner or later he would be stewed to pieces.

"Why are you going home?"

"Lie down." Song Zhi replied.

"Hey, hey, why is this?" Chen Baiyu yelled, feeling that the reply was outrageous.

Song Zhi didn't continue to talk, he cheered up, asked the other party a bunch of things about the second subject, and walked to the door of the house while talking.

When he went upstairs, he fumbled through the friend list on his phone, and saw Fang Chengyan's profile picture.

Since that day, the man has never looked for him again.Being mentioned by Chen Baiyu, he suddenly wanted to talk to the other party, and quickly sent a sentence: [What are you doing? ]

It wasn't until Song Zhi took off his down jacket, changed his clothes and lay down that the man replied: [A meeting. ]

OK, two words are dismissed.

Conversation ends.

It's so cold.

Song Zhi put the phone beside the pillow expressionlessly.

above chat history.The sentence [missing you] a week ago, just pretend that he never said it.

After practicing driving for a few days in the driving school, Song Zhi asked for leave for the first time——

He wants to go to his elder brother's grave with his parents.

After Song Guoxiao was busy with work at work, his wife forced him out of the house, saying that he would go to see Song Xiang with his youngest son.The majestic head of the family drove in front, and the mother and son sat in the back. None of the three spoke.

The car drove all the way to a small forest outside the tenth ring road. The place is remote and there is no housing area.Walking in from the outside is like walking into the forest in the morning light, surrounded by comfortable and peaceful surroundings surrounded by continuous trees.

The road was created by trampling through the weeds.Beside it is a tree bearing wild fruits. Winter has come, and the branches and leaves are few.

The morning sun in winter is warm and dry, but in this forest, the sparse sunlight on the ground looks particularly gloomy and bleak.Maybe it's because the thick and towering trees cover the sky, making this land look strangely desolate.

Mother took Song Zhi by her arm and led him to one of the trees.

The color of the soil in front of him was different from that of the surrounding area. Even though it was compacted, it still bulged a little more than the flat ground.

Song Zhi suddenly felt sadder than ever before.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his 30-year-old elder brother was buried under this stratum.

"Kowtow."

"Ah."

Mother Song put her handbag on the ground and took out a bag of paper money.With a slight lift, the wind blows them and flies around.

She took the lighter again, and lit all the gold and silver burning paper.

Song Zhi knelt on the ground, the tip of his nose was full of the smell of burning paper, and the flames were getting higher and higher, even burning a little in front of his face.

"Song Xiang, your younger brother came to see you today," said the mother.

"It seems to be the second time." Mother Song smiled at her youngest son, but this smile was a bit forced because she tried her best to suppress the pain in her heart: "When I came last time, I almost fainted from crying."

"Let's not cry this time."

Song Zhi's throat choked up, he nodded, unable to say a word.

His knees touched the dry soil and touched the winter ground. After a while, he was cold from head to toe.

Song Zhi didn't seem to notice it at all, and kowtowed on the ground a few times: "I'm sorry, brother."

"I'm sorry, bro..."

"elder brother--"

He slammed his head on the ground again and again, and kept calling "Brother", as if he had never called this title before in his life, calling it one after another.

Song's mother, who advised her younger son not to cry, covered her mouth and cried.

"What sin did I do, why did Song Xiang encounter such a thing!"

"My youngest son still has to suffer like this!" Song's mother couldn't bear the excitement in her heart as she spoke, and she almost burst into tears.

How much effort does it take a mother to raise a child?How uncomfortable would it be for the remaining child to feel guilty for the rest of her life?

The mother and son kept wiping away their tears, while Song Guoxiao stood aside.He turned his back to them, looked up at the sky, and found that the sky was bright and dazzling, dazzling his eyes.

"Stop it, that's enough, that's enough!" Seeing a red mark on the forehead of the younger son, Song's mother hurried to help him: "Stop it!"

"Mom still has you." She cried loudly: "Mom is left with you! Xiaozhi, don't go to Qingyuan, okay?"

Song Zhi bowed his head silently,

The warm water that had been simmering for several days suddenly turned into a prairie fire, burning his heart to barrenness and not a single blade of grass could grow.

He couldn't explain his sadness because he was a blank slate with amnesia.He doesn't deserve any way to vent, because he is a sinner who deserves to suffer.

Song Zhi didn't know how he got home.But from that day on, Song Guoxiao gave him a much better look.At the very least, when eating together, my father would never deliberately speed up his meal and slam the door into the house again.

"How do you see that girl?" Father Song asked him during dinner, "Can it be done?"

The mother was afraid that the youngest son would talk nonsense again, so she was nervous for Song Zhi, so she quickly interjected: "See, the two of you get along quite well. It's just that we've only met twice, how can progress be so fast?" She still spoke with a nasal voice, Listen to the naughty.

"En." Song Guoxiao seemed to be quite satisfied, and responded to the food.

Song Zhi didn't say a word.

He was silent more and more.A day later, he started to practice Section Two.

Chen Baiyu and Xiang Bin were even more concerned than himself. They found an open space for Song Zhi to practice there.Song Zhi turned and turned the steering wheel all day long, practiced and practiced, living like a corpse with a heavy heart.

Don't stretch the line too far, he told himself.

Go back to Qingyuan and leave this sad place.

A month and a half passed in a flash.

Song Zhi's hair grew a little, and the last important exam arrived before his eyes.

These days, Song Zhi never contacted Fang Chengyan again.The man is busy with work every day, returning to his usual busy life.

The state of the two seemed to return to three months ago, as if Song Zhi hadn't had that car accident, and they had never known each other—they had completely lost their connection.

Song Zhi was so engrossed in taking the driver's license test that he no longer liked to go out.

Sin prevents him from going out and having fun like before.

The author has something to say:

President, after a few chapters, go back to another place first.