silent sample

Tang Yuan called a car that night, and Tang Sirong made a list for him from the moment he entered the supermarket, making a long list of big and small ones that he needed and didn’t need, and even transferred 2000 yuan to his Alipay.

Tang Yuan turned her back again, just as Tang Yiyu and Huang Jun were always open-minded, they never treated him badly in the matter of money.

Sometimes Tang Yuan was short because either of them forgot, there was nothing else, at least he never bargained with him on it, as long as it was reasonable, he would basically give it.

He bought a lot of things, but he couldn't drive the car in. Although he was as energetic as he was, he was tired enough to move downstairs to the dormitory. Yuan Qian came down to help him run.

The location of the dormitory is rather creepy, in the teaching staff building, Tang Sirong would be fine at that time, he thought it was because the dormitory was nervous and there was nothing he could do, but now it seems that it was intentional.

There are three boys' dormitories in total, six people in each room. I heard that they were assigned by Lao Xu. Tang Yuan's bad premonition came true. Sure enough, they Tang, Song, Yuan and Qing were arranged together.

It means that Mingjin is not a man, otherwise the boys of their dynasties would live together.

Oh yes, that Qing is not surnamed Qing, he doesn’t have that surname, because the word Qing is in his name, when Old Xu finished speaking that day, He Maoqing automatically sat behind Mingjin.

Tang Yuan was the last to arrive, and everyone else went to study by themselves in the evening.

"Do you have to study at night on Sunday night?"

"Yeah, did you not listen to what Mr. Xu said that day?"

"Then why didn't you go?"

"You don't need to move the dormitory today." Yuan Qian helped to clean it up.

Tang Yuan guessed that he stayed to wait for him.

In other words, there is really only half a day off on Sunday afternoon.

Isn't it stricter than Tang Sirong's meeting, which had nights on Sundays.

There is really no need to go back, just go out and visit the supermarket and you will be there.

There was only one empty bed left, with Tang Yuan's name on it, it was on Yuanqian's upper bunk, facing north and inward, across the wall was the place to wash.

Tang Yuan climbed up and found that Song Yichuan's bed was next to him. He was holding a pillow under his arm, and he was struggling with where to sleep. When he saw that the person's pillow was on the side near the door, he immediately changed direction and threw his own pillow. toward the inside.

He didn't want his head to be facing someone's feet, so he might as well put his feet on each other's feet.

After tidying up, Yuan Qian said that he would go back for evening self-study. Tang Yuan, as the tail of the crane in this class, moved in. It would be a bit embarrassing to move back, not to mention that he has worked so hard as a top student, so he has no right to relax.

He said that he would go too, but before that, he had to find something to fill his stomach. He had been busy all afternoon, and he hadn't had time to eat dinner yet.

Tang Yuan went to the canteen to buy some steamed stuffed buns and rice balls. The road less than 200 meters from the dormitory to the teaching building was built in the shape of an embankment, with railings on one side and a river running underneath.

The river is not too wide, sometimes there are boats, but the water quality is muddy, and the scenery is not beautiful at all. On the contrary, the wind blowing from the river in winter can be so strong that it hurts the brain. Tang Yuan walked this way, opening his mouth to drink After going down a lot, the chest and stomach are all cold.

He stood leaning against the railing, listening to the sound of the siren from a distance, looking down at the water, wondering for no reason, after blowing for so long, whether the temperature in the water would be as cold as others.

Once the thoughts are out of control, it will be a little dangerous. After eating what he had in hand, Tang Yuan went back to buy two cups of hot cocoa, and brought a cup for Yuan Qian.

When I returned to the classroom, it was halftime, wrapped in a cold air, and disturbed the people in the front seat when I passed by.

Song Yichuan looked over, Tang Yuan was putting hot cocoa on Yuanqian's table, when he turned around to see him, he raised his other hand, "Do you want it?"

Song Yichuan shook his head and gave him a few papers. Tang Yuan sat down, kept his own paper, and passed the rest on.

I thought that the days after entering the third year of high school were boring enough, but I didn't know there was anything more boring than this when I got here.

There are full classes, endless papers, 24 hours a day, except for sleeping and eating, basically staying in the classroom, and even 10 minutes between classes, few people stand up and walk around.

Moreover, they not only have half an hour less time for dinner than ordinary classes, but also half an hour longer for evening self-study. The joy of going out to eat in the small cafeteria is basically gone. Woke up the next day and everything was business as usual.

Tang Yuan complained to Tang Sirong, asking her how she survived that year, and whether she had any special care from her teacher.

Tang Sirong said no, the reason for no was that she didn't feel bitter at all, 【School is so interesting, especially after entering high school, the competition is so fierce, calculating scores and rankings every day, there is nothing more fulfilling than this. 】

[Stop, die to the shop, shake me. 】 Tang Yuanguang felt pain when he heard it.

[Do you have no one you want to surpass? ] Tang Sirong asked.

Tang Yuan raised his head, glanced at Song Yichuan's back, and replied no.

The person he wants to surpass is almost reaching the top, so that it is a bit overwhelming to think of this word on him.

The reason why Tang Yuan overestimated himself was because he felt that compared to him, he seemed to be at a disadvantage in this regard.

It was only later that he realized that the decisive judgment at that time might be the biggest misunderstanding of himself in his life.

Song Yichuan seldom attends lectures, and spends most of his time brushing up questions. This is the same as Yuan Qian. Naturally, he doesn’t want to waste time on things he knows. So every time Tang Yuan looks up, what he sees is only the exposed part of this person’s school uniform. neck.

White is true white. Tang Yuan has never seen any boy around him with such good skin. Because of his thinness, when he lowered his head, his knuckles protruded slightly and bulged slightly. In front of her hair, extending into the end of her hair, it was so bright that it was almost dazzling.

... Tang Yuan was distracted for a moment, and realized that he was really bored. Seeing a man look so enthusiastic, he was about to look away when he suddenly heard Old Xu calling his name.

"What are you looking at, the class isn't good, what's the matter with writing on his head?!" Lao Xu roared, "Come up, and solve this problem.

"..." What did Tang Yuan want to ask?

He dawdled to get up, Song Yichuan turned his head as if feeling something, his eyes met, it was self-evident whose head was looked at.

Tang Yuan was a little embarrassed, scraped the test paper on his face, and asked him in a low voice, "Which one?"

"Multiple choice, the eighth question." Song Yichuan said.

Tang Yuan took a closer look, day, it was still wrong.

But there are mistakes and mistakes, so it's just a different way of thinking.

He walked to the blackboard, tried to do the calculation, and re-selected an answer.

Old Xu didn't say anything, and knocked on the table when he came down, "Pay attention to the lecture in class."

Before the evening self-study started, Tang Yuan ran a few laps on the playground. Since he entered the third year of high school, he spent very little time walking upright. At most, he did morning exercises for 15 minutes every day, which was done by paddling.

He can't sleep at night without any amount of exercise. How much better he can sleep is another matter, but it's better anyway.

In the last 10 minutes, he played with a group of strangers from the first grade, until he was exhausted and out of breath, and his hair was wet.

On the way back, Tang Yuan turned into the bathroom, rubbed cold water on his face indiscriminately, and wiped off his coat after rubbing.

The classroom was very quiet, everyone took their positions, Tang Yuan appeared a bit abrupt, especially when he took off only his thin T-shirt, his sleeves were rolled up, his skin was flushed, and there was still water hanging from his hair.

"Why did you go?" Qi Xinmeng asked.

"Run." Tang Yuan passed by his position.

The steaming figure was against the light, and landed lazily on the test paper. Song Yichuan propped his head on his left wrist, and looked at him with slightly raised eyes.

The movement of flipping between his fingers didn't stop, and the pen slipped smoothly through the gaps in his joints, pacing back and forth.

Hands are also pretty, Tang Yuan thought.

Tang Yuan glanced at him, sat down on the seat, and Yuan Qian patted him behind him, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No." If you eat, you will have no time, and you won't be able to run.

Yuan Qian handed him a pack of biscuits, and Tang Yuan waved his hand, he couldn't eat it.

His limbs were weak, and he had to memorize a few words in the first class, but he lay on the table in the second class, and he was forced to hear the bell.

The rest time between two classes is usually a bit longer, he asked Yuan Qian if he would go for supper.

"I'm not very hungry." Yuan Qian said, "But I can accompany you."

"Forget it." Tang Yuan held his stomach and struggled for a while, then suddenly got up and took a picture of Song Yichuan.

Song Yichuan turned his head.

"Want to have supper? My treat."

What Song Yichuan wanted to say, Tang Yuan didn't give him a chance, pulled his sleeve and walked out, "Hurry up."

Time waits for no one, it will be too late for a while.

When I ran out, I realized that I forgot my coat, and only wore a cardigan sweater over the T-shirt. Song Yichuan followed him out and saw that he was rubbing his arms, and asked him if he wanted to go back and get it.

Tang Yuan buttoned up his buttons as he walked, "It's all right."

It's almost downstairs, go up and down again, this supper is probably going to be a waste.

The last time I went to the cafeteria at this time was when I was freshman in high school, and the supper stalls had just been tried out, and the clear soup with little water was nothing delicious, and Tang Yuan never went there again.

Later, Yang Qifan went to eat it a few times, saying that it was improved, and the variety was even richer than before. There are noodles, buns and small wontons. If you can afford it, there are also freshly fried omelets.

"What are you going to eat later?" Tang Yuan fumbled into his pockets with his familiar hands, and almost blurted out "Damn!"

Song Yichuan saw his reaction, "Didn't you bring your meal card?"

"Forget it, I'll go up and get it." Tang Yuan was about to turn around, but Song Yichuan pulled him out, "I'll treat you."

"Then I'll give you money."

"Need not."

"That's not good, I've agreed and I invite you."

Song Yichuan said casually: "Please come back next time."

"...Alright." Tang Yuan reluctantly agreed on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart.

At least Song Yichuan's natural "next time" made him seem less annoying who insisted on dragging people to accompany him.

The cafeteria was brightly lit, and there were quite a lot of people. Tang Yuan, who was inviting people to dinner, turned around and was being invited. Naturally, he was embarrassed to speak boldly, and obediently waited for Song Yichuan to ask him what he had for dinner.

"Noodles." I wanted to add a meat bun, but Song Yichuan only ordered a bowl of noodles in clear soup. Tang Yuan didn't want to overwhelm the guests, so he ordered the same as him reservedly.

"Four more fried dumplings and two pumpkin cakes." Song Yichuan said again to the cafeteria aunt before swiping his card.

"Huh?" Tang Yuan looked at him.

"Didn't you not eat?"

"You heard all of this." Tang Yuan smiled embarrassedly.

The noodles are ready-made, pick it up and go, Song Yichuan put fried dumplings and pumpkin pancakes on his plate.

"What about you?"

"I'm enough." Song Yichuan went to get the chopsticks, signaling Tang Yuan to find a place first.

People around left after eating one after another, Tang Yuan glanced at his phone, there was still 10 minutes left, it was too late.

The noodle has been placed for a long time, it is a little lumpy, and the taste is very light, but the green onion floating on it is very fragrant.

Tang Yuan pushed the plate towards Song Yichuan, "You really don't want to eat?"

Song Yichuan shook his head, he already had dinner, this bowl is enough for him.

"They are looking at you." Someone whispered around, cast their eyes over from time to time, and then avoided them with a laugh.

"Why didn't I look at you." Song Yichuan's reaction was flat, he didn't care much, as if he was used to these things.

Tang Yuan teased him, "Don't girls like your style?"

"Which one am I?"

"Cooler."

"I'm not cool." Song Yichuan raised his head solemnly, "I'm easy to get along with."

Tang Yuan didn't know how to answer these words, he was still eating other people's food, so he had the nerve to label him as difficult to get along with.

"It's very easy to get along with." Tang Yuan smiled and nodded, "Otherwise I wouldn't want to get along with you again and again."

Except for the obvious two-second pause, Song Yichuan's reaction to this sentence can be called no response.

He looked at Tang Yuan, until Tang Yuan blinked and surrendered before he said again: "Why does Zhu Hua bother you?"

"Are you ignoring me because he troubled me?"

"When did I ignore you?"

Tang Yuan choked on this sentence, and recalled carefully that it was true, Song Yichuan didn't ignore him, but the way to do it was to refuse him.

He stuffed the last bite of pumpkin pie into his mouth, swallowed it, and said, "Maybe he's jealous that I'm more handsome than him, after all, he looks like that."

Song Yichuan looked in disbelief.

Tang Yuan sighed, and found it difficult to explain the cause and effect to him. He didn't intend to bring Yuan Qian's matter into the mix, but he didn't expect Song Yichuan to be so obsessed with knowing the answer.

"You don't need a reason to hate someone, do you think so?"

Tang Yuan got up slowly, and said jokingly: "Parents don't like their children, so why should I make everyone treat me like that, right?"