Be at the same table with the rumored boss

This is the first heavy snow this winter, and it came grandly and silently.

I don't know which class took the lead to start. The exclamation spread from one classroom to the whole teaching building. The students laughed and forgot the teaching discipline. Even standing in the back playground can hear the excitement on the top floor .

The happiness of the student days is so simple. The confession in the self-study class, the capable Chinese teacher wearing a flowery skirt, the announcement of the report card after the exam, or even just a snow in the cold winter can all cause confusion among the students.

Under the weight of the gaokao, they have no other options for entertainment, so the slightest spark has to become a prairie fire.

Su Mianyang dragged Xiao Lang to sit in the stairwell for only 15 minutes, and the snow on the ground had already accumulated almost a finger's width, but the heavy snow still had no intention of stopping.

Su Mianyang stepped into the snow, heard the crunching sound of the snow being compacted under his feet, squatted down happily, stretched out his hand and scratched a few times on the snow surface, and waved behind him after doing this, "Xiao Lang, come over."

Xiao Lang, who was afraid of the cold, kept huddling in the stairwell and didn't move. After hearing Su Mianyang's words, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only reluctantly move behind him.

"You squat down, how do you write like this?" Su Mianyang tugged down Xiao Lang's clothes with some helplessness, motioning for him to squat down like himself.

Xiao Lang had no choice but to follow suit.

"Look at me." Su Mianyang stretched out his index finger and shook it. After seeing Xiao Lang's eyes following his hand movements, he wrote the word "Xiao Lang" on the snow stroke by stroke.

"Just like this," Su Mianyang said after a pause, "Write your wish on the snow when it first snows, and the heavy snow will completely cover your wish and bury it deep in the ground, and flowers will bloom in the next spring, and when it arrives Then your wish will come true."

"I've never heard of this theory." Xiao Lang listened carefully, but even after searching all the memories in his mind, he still had no impression of this legend, so he could only answer truthfully.

Su Mianyang couldn't help laughing, "Mianyang Nicholas, a famous educator in ancient times, said, of course, it doesn't matter who said it, the important thing is that you believe it, write your wish on it, and tell yourself that you will definitely accomplish."

Xiao Lang looked at his name on the snow in silence for a while, raised his hand and wrote "Su Mianyang" next to it.

"Fuck? Why are you writing my name?" Su Mianyang asked in surprise.

"You wrote my name, I'll write yours, it's even." Xiao Lang said.

Su Mianyang found that in some respects Xiao Lang was naive and cute, for example, he refused to tell what he did behind his back, said that he didn't want him to do unnecessary things, and then did so many times for him, like today, Write his name next to his own.

Like an awkward child, with a cold and cruel appearance, but with great kindness towards the world in his heart.

It's hard to imagine that such a child once complained about the world.

"What does it feel like to smoke?" Su Mianyang asked out of curiosity.

"Nothing special, just the smell of tobacco and tar. It's not bad for decompression," Xiao Lang thought for a while and then said, "Every time I exhale white smoke, I feel like I'm going to become a fairy."

"...I can't see that you used to be a secondary school student," Su Mianyang asked again, "Are you addicted? There is no need to use this unhealthy way to decompress. Will your parents not care about you?"

"Physiologically addicted, it's uncomfortable not to smoke, and it's difficult to quit, so don't smoke if you haven't touched it before." Xiao Lang turned his gaze to Xue, who was farther away.

His expression revealed a bit of nostalgia, as if looking at himself many years ago through the snow, "The family atmosphere is democratic and open, they don't care."

I smoke because I want someone who will stop me from smoking.

It is because he knows what a normal family should be like, so he deliberately turned into a rebellious and perverse appearance, hoping to attract the attention of his parents.

But in the day-to-day quarrels of the original family, the parents only cared about blaming each other, and no one noticed his changes.

He ignored an inevitable premise, if someone wants to pay more attention to himself because of something wrong with him, this person must always pay attention to him.

If he didn't even pay attention to him in normal times, how could he notice his changes?

Later Xiao Lang figured it out, his life is his own, his parents gave him life, but he has no obligation to be responsible for his life.

Similarly, he doesn't need to be responsible for others, whether he lives in the mud or shines like the sun, as long as he bears it himself.

Xiao Lang stretched out his hand again and wrote the word "home" on the ground.

He doesn't want to harvest the home that bloomed from the flowers in the spring of the coming year. He only hopes that the heavy snow will bury his former home forever, and it is best to freeze to death in this harsh winter.

The one-semester course has come to a successful conclusion. Regardless of whether everyone has successfully achieved their learning goals in the past six months, they will feel a little emotional when they want to part.

Time flies so fast, the scene of stepping into the sixth class with the bell ringing is like the next day, and a semester has passed in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Haichao packed his things home a week ago, and just after the last class meeting here, he pulled out his schoolbag from the desk pocket in the next second, and looked at the heavy snow that was still flying outside the window, feeling a little emotional: "Even God knows that the students are on vacation, and there is snow to celebrate."

Su Mianyang stared at the sky, "Yeah, after all, a handsome guy like me is leaving school, even God is moved."

After hearing this, Zhang Haichao cried and complained, "God, you made a mistake of looking ugly and handsome!"

Xiao Lang next to him was in a good mood after hearing what he said, and he couldn't help laughing softly.

This laugh is actually very low, and it is not worth mentioning in the noisy crowd, but Su Mianyang was able to accurately capture Xiao Lang's voice from the excitement of the whole class, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Xiao Lang, "What are you laughing at?" ?”

"Do you know why it snows?" Xiao Lang asked back.

"Huh?" Su Mianyang responded subconsciously.

"Because the snow accentuated the desolate and mournful atmosphere, which supported the students' sadness after the exam, and foreshadowed the inevitable outcome of some students being beaten by their parents together." Xiao Lang replied.

"You fucking...you're sick."

Xiao Lang didn't respond to him again, and smiled and took the answer sheet handed to him by a classmate parked next to his desk.

After the exam was over, Liu Juan ordered Jiang Yu to hand out the answer sheets for each subject, and let the students look at the answers to see their lost points during the holiday.

Xiao Lang casually glanced at the smooth and unrestrained running script, which was not the font he used in the exam. He then looked at the barcode pasted on the top of the answer sheet, 1701003, Su Mianyang.

Xiao Lang's student number is 1706392. Jiang Yu also explained to him that the student number of No. [-] Middle School will not change for three years.

Since he was a transfer student, he couldn't be added, so the suffix number can only be 392, which means that there are 392 liberal arts students in all grades plus him.

Su Mianyang's student number means that he is a student in Grade 17. He is assigned to the Experimental Class [-] when he enters the school.

This realization made Xiao Lang's eyebrows twitch. He handed the answer sheet to Su Mianyang, "At the same table, your answer sheet."

Su Mianyang took the answer sheet nonchalantly, stuffed it into the desk pocket casually, without any intention of taking a second look at it.He propped his head on one hand and asked, "How are you going back? Shall we drop by?"

"Go west out of the school gate," Xiao Lang said.

What a coincidence, he left the school gate to the east, which happened to be the direction of the two poles.

Su Mianyang pulled the schoolbag out of the desk pocket, "It's a coincidence that we can stop by the school gate all the way."

Although it’s only been a month since we’ve seen each other, parting is a heavy topic no matter what. Thinking of this, Su Mianyang feels that even the holidays don’t make him that happy. Staying at home makes him feel like he doesn’t belong. He might as well be at school. .

Zhang Haichao was very excited, chatting with Liu Xiaodao all the way, about the tasks in the holiday game where you can prostitute your skin for nothing, about the people getting together to remember to connect with each other, and about the New Year's Eve dinner, remember to turn on the video, which made Su Mianyang's eardrums buzz.

This situation lasted until Zhang Haichao saw his grandma who came to pick him up, and it would be better to say goodbye to them happily. Liu Xiaodao then followed his father, and the four of them left the classroom together. At the school gate, only he and Xiao Lang were left silent. together.

"At the same table..." Su Mianyang stopped Xiao Lang after being silent until the school gate.

Xiao Lang raised his eyes to look at him, the folds on his eyelids overlapped deeper, the corners of his lips were slightly pressed down when he was not smiling, and the center of his brows looked like mountains and rivers nestled in mist.

Such an expression always makes Su Mianyang think of Ms. Zhao, a traveler who has traveled through wind and snow, and the fatigue is revealed from the depths of the bones, as if they have walked in the world for too long and have gone through all the trials and tribulations.

Makes you want to hold them in your arms.

"We keep in touch during holidays," Su Mianyang said.

"Well, good." Xiao Lang replied.

"Can I ask you any questions I don't know?" Su Mianyang asked again.

"Of course." Xiao Lang replied as expected.

Su Mianyang opened his mouth, and finally heaved a sigh.

There was nothing more to say, and it was time to say goodbye.

"Mianyang! Here!" Su Mianyang was about to say goodbye when he was interrupted by an unexpected call from Song Zhichun.

Su Mianyang looked back in surprise, and found that Song Zhichun had arrived at the school gate in the electric tricycle used to buy goods at home, and Su Mei was sitting next to the driver's seat.

Seeing her favorite brother, Su Mei jumped out of the driver's seat and ran towards Su Mianyang as if flying.

Su Mianyang was worried that the little guy would fall suddenly, so he quickly squatted down and opened his arms, and hugged Su Mei tightly into his arms when Su Mei rushed over.

"Aunt Song." Su Mianyang gently picked her up and Su Mei patted her on the back, looking at Song Zhichun behind her, "Why are you and Meimei here?"

"It's normal for the parents to pick up the child during the holidays. Let's see what you want to eat and buy it on the way." Song Zhichun looked at Su Mianyang cheerfully, "The child has lost weight after working hard at school."

If hard work also includes climbing over the wall and writing a self-criticism, then he really deserves this praise.

"Hey... is there a classmate in the back?" Song Zhichun shifted his gaze to Xiao Lang and asked curiously.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Mian Yang's deskmate, Xiao Lang." After being called, Xiao Lang behind him greeted with a smile.

"Oh, this child...is really good-looking, he speaks nicely, and he likes people very much." Song Zhichun felt satisfied when he looked at Xiao Lang. out of the child.

She smiled and said, "Come and sit at our house? Go back after a meal. Don't be polite to Aunt Song."

"Thank you, auntie. No need. My parents are still waiting for me at home." Song Zhichun was overwhelmed by the excessive enthusiasm when they first met, and Xiao Lang was a little powerless. He pulled Su Mianyang's clothes from behind, motioning for someone to say something.

"Xiao Lang will come to our house to stay for a few days during the winter vacation. Don't worry about it for a while. Let someone go back and clean up." After receiving Xiao Lang's hint, he couldn't just sit idly by, but Su Mianyang was also happy to see that the little classmate was so powerless look.

This kind of situation seems strange. A person who is usually able to deal with all kinds of adversity freely will be at a loss because of the small kindness of others. "Right, at the same table?"

Xiao Lang glanced at Su Mianyang, his expression full of helplessness, "Well, thank you for your kindness, Auntie."

After receiving Su Mianyang, Su Mei clamored to sit in the back seat with her brother. Su Mianyang hugged the little guy and sat in the back seat.

In order to prevent the problem of rain, the tricycle is tightly wrapped from four sides, leaving one side for loading and unloading goods.

When Song Zhichun was driving, Su Mianyang sat facing forward, just in time to see Xiao Lang's figure, thin and thin, standing alone among the lively crowd, his gaze was still fixed on the direction he left.

After meeting his gaze, Xiao Lang smiled and raised his hand to beckon.

It gave Su Mianyang the urge to jump down and hug Xiao Lang for a moment.