Can it be made public?

During the three-day National Day holiday, the class received more than [-] homework test papers contributed by the teachers of each subject.

Ye Ruhui passed on the whole process with a bitter face.

Jian Mingyuan looked with contempt: "What about you?"

Ye Ruhui asked back, "With so much homework, how can you still look like you're on vacation?"

Jian Mingyuan felt that his front desk was really a wonderful flower.

Everyone in the experimental class is working hard for their grades. Those above are afraid of falling off, and those below are even more afraid of being squeezed out of the group. When I saw all my roommates burning the lights to study at night, I voluntarily gave up sleep and got up to review my homework.

Ye Ruhui is the only one who fights wits and courage with the head teacher every day, idles around in class, gets irritable when seeing homework, always runs to the front line of the cafeteria after school, and has large characters written on his whole body from the inside to the outside: Lao Tzu don't want to study.

"But didn't you take the initiative to get up to do the questions at night?" Jian Mingyuan asked.

Ye Ruhui rolled his eyes: "If it wasn't for my parents, I wouldn't be too lazy to get up."

"Don't want to live up to their expectations?"

"I don't want the reason that they have grades to control me."

"Uh……".

The same situation happened to Lin Chengshuang.

Unlike Ye Ruhui, this classmate didn't even have the self-consciousness to take the initiative to do the questions. He was used to free-range life a year ago, and now suddenly there is a tutor who forces him to study every day with the chicken feather arrows given by his mother. It is easy to find an opportunity to escape, and the first thing to do is to run to the opposite door.

"I really can't take it anymore." Lin Chengshuang said with tears in his eyes, "Brother, Brother Ji, you work hard and do well in this monthly exam. As long as you improve your ranking, my mother will definitely not think that I delay you, nor will I Let me learn."

Ji Li came out with a plate of sliced ​​watermelon, and put the fruit bowl in front of him: "But if my ranking really improves, wouldn't your mother think that you brought me down even more?"

Lin Chengshuang: "?"

"Now I'm not in the same class as you, so my grades have been raised, shouldn't the normal logic be like this?"

"Uh..." Lin Chengshuang knocked his head on the edge of the table.

That's when the phone call came.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Ji Li swiped the answer button: "Hello."

The air was silent for a few seconds, and when he suspected that he had mistyped and was about to ask another question, the other end finally called his name.

"Ceremony."

this voice...

Ji Li asked, "Ying Yunsheng?"

Lin Chengshuang had just picked up a piece of watermelon when he heard this sentence, choked the naan with seeds directly into his throat, coughed for a long time before he gasped and raised his head, with a shocked expression on his face.

Who are you talking about? !

Ji Li walked to the balcony with his mobile phone: "Why did you call me all of a sudden?"

There was a longer silence on the other side, and it took a long time to ask: "How to fold roses with gauze?"

"Uh..." What?

It’s raining lightly on Tingfeng Lane at the moment. After the autumn tiger, the weather finally has a subtle coolness. The rain is like strands, sliding across the transparent window casement stroke by stroke, outlining the appearance of the sky crying.

Ying Yunsheng sat on the ground leaning against the cabinet, staring at the unraveled white gauze in his palm: "The roses are scattered."

Ji Li is Ying Yunsheng's number given before the holiday.

The original story was that old friends reunited and exchanged contact information, but because Ying Yunsheng did not have his own mobile phone, and the only means of communication in the house he lived in was a landline phone, the so-called exchange was actually just a unilateral announcement by Ji Li.

Said that if there is anything, you can call him at any time.

Since junior high school was admitted to a key middle school in the provincial capital, Ying Yunsheng seldom went back to Tingfeng Lane. Firstly, the distance between the two places was too far and it was inconvenient to go back and forth, and secondly, the cost of going back and forth was too high for him.

The last time Ying Yunsheng appeared here was during the summer vacation of his first year of high school. If it wasn't for the fact that the school didn't allow overnight stays during the National Day, he didn't plan to come back at all.

Tongzilou is very small, and it is almost impossible to hide what happened between the neighbors. When everyone saw him, they would point to him and say, "That is the grandson of the old lady of the Ying family who died a month ago."

Such a highly anticipated scene was very similar to when his parents had just divorced and he came home from school, countless eyes were projected from all directions, with curious exploration of the farce, pervasive.

Ji Li's mother came back that day on a rare occasion, and said hello in advance that she would pick him up from school.When Ying Yunsheng heard the news, before the other party opened his mouth, he took the initiative to say that he would not leave together after school today. It was rare for him to leave immediately after class, and he even returned home without taking a stroll outside.

But he didn't expect that after entering the door this time, he didn't see the usual gunpowder smoke everywhere, and what greeted him was an empty house.

Literally empty.

Because almost all the things that can be moved have been removed, and only the big things that can't be helped are left behind.

And him.

In the beginning, there were no major conflicts between the parents. Puppy love in middle school, going to bed in college, pregnancy out of wedlock, a family was established logically, and then the trivialities of life wore off the relationship. All daily necessities became catalysts for conflicts. The greatest tenderness given to each other after a quarrel is to let each other go.

Only Ying Yun generated that excess.

None of them want him, and they don't want to carry a oil bottle forever in the future.The two struggled for a long time over the ownership of their own flesh and blood, but they could not find a way to achieve both, and they were unwilling to spend money to go to court. Both of them chose the most despicable method, taking all their luggage and disappearing directly.

Everyone thought that no matter how unwilling the other party was, he would have to take in the child because of affection, but no one thought that the other party would make the same choice as himself.

Ying Yunsheng couldn't say it was an accident, probably because he had already made psychological preparations for the changing atmosphere at home and the whispers of the neighbors. After opening the door, the biggest feeling was that the dust had settled.

He dug out the leftovers in the refrigerator, cooked a bowl of noodles by himself step by step, ate the whole process quietly, took out his homework and wrote one stroke at a time, and finished all his homework before dark before taking out Chinese textbooks.

They just learned a new ancient poem today, and Ying Yunsheng didn't like to make a sound, so he looked at the textbook and recited it in his heart over and over again.

The sky outside turned from orange red to crow blue, and finally turned into deep darkness.

Ying Yunsheng didn't know when he fell asleep, let alone that he would appear in the bathroom at the end of the alley after waking up.

A doctor in a white coat came in and pulled out the needle for him, and left with a hanging bottle, followed by the people who just separated in the classroom in the afternoon.

Ji Li stopped in front of the hospital bed holding a glass: "You have a fever, don't you know?"

"Uh……"

"If I didn't remember the poem I learned today and you didn't finish reciting it to find you, are you planning to burn your brain at home alone?"

"Uh……"

"When I saw you, you fell asleep and still held the book in your hand. It took me a long time to tear it off. Why didn't I see you so studious before?"

"Uh……"

"Since you remember to recite the text, why don't you remember me saying that you don't count until you recite it in front of me?"

Ying Yunsheng finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse: "Is your mother not at home today?"

Ji Li was stunned for a moment before saying, "She's not here."

Ying Yunsheng blinked his eyes very slowly.

"She left after sending me back." Ji Li said, "That's why I went to find you."

Ying Yunsheng thought of this incident later, and felt that it was probably because of the unrealistic sadness he felt from the other party at that moment that he dared to give birth to the illusion that he could help the other party.

The relationship between the two changed at this moment. In the past, Ji Li chased after him to fill up the cold blank time when he was afraid to go home after school. Later, it became Ying Yunsheng who chased Ji Li, I am afraid that the other party will be surrounded by loneliness because of being alone.

The relationship between the two parties has been dramatically reversed to some extent, but nothing seems to have changed.

The two still go to school together, leave school together, do homework together, review homework, and spot-check newly learned words and formulas.

Ji Li always likes to hold something in his hand at this time. Ying Yunsheng even suspects that the other party’s origami is a habit developed during this time. After reading a text, there will be an extra five-pointed star or a thousand paper cranes in his hand. .

Most of the time, he was turning things, turning pens, finger biscuits, or even lollipop sticks, no matter what was in his hands, it would always be danced out of flowers.

Ying Yunsheng buried his head on the small bench and wrote classical Chinese texts silently, and the other party would take an ice cream. He smelled the creamy and light sweet fragrance in the air, and when he looked up, he saw the other party sitting on the sofa with his back to the balcony shaking his legs, and his eyes met. She frowned at him as she touched.

That was the clearest human fireworks in his memory so far.

From when he found out that his parents had abandoned him, to when his grandma came to take over his custody when she learned of the assholes her son had done, to when the other party left Tingfeng Lane abruptly.

When Ying Yunsheng questioned that his own existence was superfluous, Ji Li gave him a timely and accurate understanding that there are still people in this world who need him, and that he actually still has some useful knowledge.

By the time he realizes that he should actually be sad, the time to express his emotions by crying has long passed.

Ying Yunsheng pushed open the door.

The place where someone died more than a month ago is actually not much different from the past when you look at it now. The furniture is used urgently, and there are very few decorations, because it was specially cleaned after the funeral. There was a very thin layer of dust, and it was still clean after mopping it twice.

The only difference is probably that no gray-haired old man came out to greet him with a smile and said "you are back".

In fact, the old man was not seriously ill, but he was just getting old. He fell into a coma after an accident, but there was no one else around him. The time that could be rescued was delayed, and it was irreversible when he received the news.

At the beginning, Shen Huai wondered why he had changed so much in just one summer vacation, from being a silent and introverted man who never spoke back when he was hit and scolded, to a transparent person who dared to climb walls, dare to fight in groups, and was full of scheming schemes, in order to get revenge If someone knocks over a box of desserts from him, he can directly toss him to the point of being fired.

In fact, there is no special reason. In the past, there was an old man in the family. He had to consider whether his troubles would be heard by the old man, so he had to try his best to control it; but now there are no people who worry about him. freed.

As for calling Ji Li, it was an accident.

The white rose was specially brought back by him and placed on the table. At first, he wanted to find a box to put it in order to prevent it from being crushed, but the sudden rain blew the thing from the table to the ground, and the wet gauze could not maintain the original color for a moment. The shape, even if he found it and picked it up on the spot, it was beyond recognition.

There are still creases in the cloth.

Ying Yunsheng tried many times along the trace, but still failed to restore it to its original state.

Even the crumpled cloth ball is mockingly proclaiming that no matter how hard he tries, no matter how he tries to remedy it, he still can't do anything well and can only make the situation worse.

People like him, just plain awful.

Human emotions are a strange proposition.

It's amazing that one second it was calm, but the next second it can cause a storm because of a trivial matter.

Very inexplicable.

But can't control it.

"The roses are gone."

Ying Yunsheng asked: "Can you teach me how to fold?"

Ji Li froze for a moment: "Yes."

Ying Yunsheng was brought back to his senses by his voice, and looked down at the rags in his hands that had frayed due to repeated folding, and were dirty because of water and dust.

Perhaps handwork also requires talent. The other party instructed me sentence by sentence on the phone, but he still couldn't recover.

Something that was shaking in his heart was lost bit by bit, he closed his eyes: "Forget it."

Ji Li was puzzled: "Huh?"

Ying Yunsheng's tone was not at all unusual than usual: "It's already frayed, so let's not get it done."

Thinking of the material of the gauze in the school infirmary, Ji Li didn't force himself: "That's fine."

The call should end here, Ying Yunsheng said: "There's nothing else, I'll hang up first?"

Ji Li said "OK", and then said, "I'll give you another flower when I get back to school?"

Ying Yunsheng was silent for a while.

The other end probably misunderstood the meaning of his silence: "If you don't want roses, how about a lucky star?"

"Uh……"

"Or the little white rabbit?"

"Uh……"

"Ying Yunsheng?"

"No, it's too troublesome." Ying Yunsheng lowered his eyes, "And you have given me a lot of origami paper before."

"Those were rewards before, not the same as this one."

Ying Yunsheng blinked his eyes very slowly: "What reward?"

"Because you can't cry."

"Uh……"

"No matter what you have experienced before, you have never cried." Ji Li smiled, "I think you are very powerful since I was a child."

"Uh..." Ji Li waited for a long time but did not hear any movement from the other side, so he could only ask again in doubt, "Ying Yunsheng?"

There was a "huh" at the other end.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I'll hang up first."

After the handset was tapped, the light on the screen went out.

Ying Yunsheng covered his eyes with his palms, but he still felt the warm tears overflowing between his fingers, dripping down silently, like a heavy rain suddenly falling indoors.

No one knows.

The author says:

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