silent sample

Tang Yuan didn't go to eat.

Back in the classroom, he lay down on the table. There was no one there. He lowered his back, habitually rested his forehead on the edge of the table, and his eyes naturally fell to the ground.

There was a paper on the ground, and it didn't know when it floated down from his desk. Tang Yuan opened his eyes halfway, and tapped on it repeatedly with his toes, one after another, the edge of the paper was quickly trampled to tatters.

He shouldn't be angry, he was a little annoyed, what Yang Qifan knew was nothing more than hearsay, and he should show it to him as an anecdote.

But he never knew that Tang Sirong had been graduating for so many years, and the rumors about her were still there, and they were spread so outrageously.

He sent a message to Tang Sirong asking where she was.

Tang Sirong replied that he was almost at his place of residence.

I really came back this trip specially for him.

Tang Sirong's health was really bad, that's why Tang Yuan felt even more guilty. Over the years, on the surface, he was the one who had been admonishing and protecting him everywhere, but in fact, Tang Sirong definitely worried about him as much as he did.

Don't look at her academic success and being missed by the Goddess Goddess. When she was young, the whole family stayed in the hospital in fear and couldn't sleep at night. There are only a few times in Tang Yuan's memory.

Tang Yiyu and Huang Jun once crazily opposed her decision to stay out of town after graduation, thinking that in view of her physical condition, it was the right choice to stay with them and do some light and easy work, or even not work at all.

Only Tang Yuan never stopped her. Although he cared about her more than anyone else, he hoped that Tang Sirong could do what he liked more than carefully prolonging his life for other people's expectations.

Because he knew too well how many choices a person like her who loves life positively and optimistically has had to make since childhood. Tang Sirong has never been in love, and no one objected, but she just never did.

Tang Yuan just persuaded himself to think about it from the perspective of her good, but it doesn't mean that this matter itself will not become his pain point.

The table shook slightly, Tang Yuan raised his head, Song Yichuan stood in front of him, and put a bag of packed rice on his table, "Yang Qifan asked me to bring it to you."

"...Oh." Tang Yuan rubbed his nose awkwardly twice, opened it and found that it belonged to Uncle Jia's.

It turns out that their food can really be packed, Tang Yuan knew for the first time, "Thank you." He said.

Song Yichuan sat down and put a cup of hot cocoa on his table after a while.

Tang Yuan glanced at it and smiled, "Yang Qifan asked you to bring this to me too?"

"Forget it if you don't drink it." Song Yichuan wanted to take it away.

Tang Yuan hurriedly snatched it over, "Drink, drink, don't say no."

He felt a little more relaxed now, and then he felt hungry.

The dishes at Uncle Jia’s house are getting heavier and heavier. I don’t know if his taste has changed as he gets older. Tang Yuan often needs to be served with plain water to eat, but today’s braised pork is bright in color and fat but not greasy. It is dipped in soup and served with rice. Very good entrance.

Song Yichuan watched him eat for a while, and said calmly, "Why are you angry again this time?"

After asking, he added, "Don't say that you are in a bad mood."

"I didn't mean not to reply to your message." Tang Yuan didn't know which one he asked, it sounded like the later one, but he didn't want to say it.

The reason why he and Song Yichuan hadn't dealt with each other since the morning was because he didn't reply to the news.

"Oh?" Song Yichuan followed his words, "It's not intentional, what is that? You should have seen it."

"I..." Tang Yuan paused for a moment, and looked away, "I'm in a bad mood."

Song Yichuan turned around.

"Really." Tang Yuan called him back, "Yesterday I was called back by my parents. Later, they quarreled about this matter, and they quarreled so much that I was too busy persuading you, so I forgot about you."

Song Yichuan was dubious, mainly because Tang Yuan’s expression on saying this was as sincere as the last time he lied to him about being raped by his father. He was afraid that if he asked more questions about whether it was true, this person would immediately change his words and say it was false. Then perform a big transformation in front of him.

"I don't mean anything else, I..." Tang Yuan laughed deliberately, "You see, I asked you about your relationship with Xie Yao, and you don't want to say it either."

Tang Yuan felt that it was his family ugliness, something he didn't want to talk about with others, but Song Yichuan didn't understand, and asked instead: "What's the matter with Xie Yao, you just care so much about my relationship with her."

Seeing him, Tang Yuan was a little unhappy. Seeing that Song Yichuan came to make peace with him first, he swallowed his words and lowered his voice, "Forget it, I didn't mean it anyway, and I won't do it next time."

With Song Yichuan's temper, of course he would not be relentless in this matter, he didn't say anything, during the lunch break, he sat sideways, took a book to read, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Tang Yuan glanced at him several times while eating. Eye.

"Ok?"

"Is your neck not cold?" Tang Yuan asked.

Song Yichuan is wearing a white sweater with a round neck today. The neckline is wider than the high collar before, and a small part of the collarbone is exposed. In the past, he would wear a shirt under it, making his neck appear less empty. , The temperature is high today, and only the sweater is left after taking off the coat.

"It's not cold," he said.

"I look cold."

Tang Yuan couldn't help but wince twice, a bit regretful why he didn't know him in Xia Tian, ​​he found that Song Yichuan, once he had a preconceived idea that he looks good, he would really be good in everything, even chain bones.

Song Yichuan glanced at him, and snorted meaningfully, "I thought you didn't know it was cold."

"..." Tang Yuan realized that he was bullied again, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Take it back, what you said just now, nothing is good, but this mouth is not so good.

At the end of the afternoon class, Song Yichuan got up and asked Tang Yuan if he would go to dinner with him.

"Not too hungry." Tang Yuan stretched his waist, curled up for so many days, his hands and feet were a little tight, "I'm going to the playground for a couple of laps, so leave me alone."

"I'll go with you." Song Yichuan said.

Tang Yuan looked at him uncertainly, "Then your dinner..."

"Go for supper later."

Tang Yuan smiled, "Okay."

On the way down to the playground, he saw Yang Qifan coming out of the teaching building from a distance, Tang Yuan told Song Yichuan to wait for him for a while.

He went over to say hello, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his face was a little uncomfortable, but his words were very direct, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rushed to you like that at that time, and I apologize to you."

"Damn, what a big deal, I can still be really angry with you." Yang Qifan smiled and punched him, "You still don't know me well enough. Normally, not only will I not be angry, but I'm also afraid that you will be angry. Hungry yourself, old licking the dog."

"What nonsense." Tang Yuan was amused by his self-evaluation. Yang Qifan has a good personality and doesn't take anything to heart. Except for the anger that a normal person should have shown when facing Zhu Hua, Tang Yuan I never saw him get angry.

"Then what, my sister... Are you in good health?"

With such a big reaction from Tang Yuan, it is impossible for Yang Qifan not to guess something. He went to inquire later. The girl who was said to be the favorite of the day really had the surname Tang, but I don’t know how to pass it on. No wonder Tang Yuan is angry.

"Very good." Tang Yuan said.

"Then what are you doing, you made me nervous all afternoon." Yang Qifan glared at him, he always laughed at Tang Yuan as a concubine, of course he knew the weight of Tang Sirong in his heart, and comforted him: "There's no need to take the rumors to heart, At first glance, our sister is too good to be envied and made up nonsense."

"Yeah." If Tang Yuan knew who was making up this kind of nonsense behind his back, he would beat him until he couldn't open his mouth.

"Going to eat?"

Tang Yuan shook his head, "Go for a run."

After standing for a while, Yang Qifan of course saw Song Yichuan waiting not far away, he raised his eyebrows lightly, "He's not going either?"

For some reason, Tang Yuan didn't have the nerve to say that Song Yichuan wanted to go running with him, but the facts were already obvious, and it didn't matter whether he said it or not.

"That's fine, then I'll go first."

Yang Qifan smiled meaningfully, and Tang Yuan was in a daze for a moment. He didn't think Yang Qifan licked him so much, but he himself licked Song Yichuan quite a lot.

Song Yichuan sat on the steps of the flag-raising platform, with Tang Yuan's coat on his knees. Tang Yuan ran along the outer lane for five or six laps.

He intentionally controlled his speed, and he ran often as soon as he saw it. Such a short distance was light and easy. On the tenth lap, he passed in front of Song Yichuan, and he still had the time to say hello to him.

Tang Yuan raised his right hand, and because of this movement, the hem of the sweater was pulled up, revealing a white waist.

Thin, but well-proportioned and powerful, Song Yichuan believes that it is true that his poor sleep every now and then has no effect on him.

There was sweat on his face, seeing Song Yichuan looking at him, he simply turned around and ran back a few steps, with a rare bright smile on his face.

Tang Yuan has always given people the feeling that there are some contradictions. He sees him smiling and jokes with you openly, but most of the time, once he stops smiling, it is easy to remind people of many times in the past when he was full of worries. moment.

Song Yichuan always remembered how he climbed up from the river and fell to his feet drenched, so that after that, it was difficult for him to mix the person who smiled and asked him to add WeChat at the gate of Class [-] with that downcast person. The teenagers who are mixed with pain and despair connect.

He used to think that Tang Yuan shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't tell what he should be like.

Today's sunset is beautiful, as if the clouds are overcooked, and all the people and scenery around are illuminated with a three-point tolerance.

Perhaps the smiling and somewhat childish face in front of him should be his true self.

"What are you listening to?" Tang Yuan finished running, rolled to the edge of the flag-raising platform, sat down, and picked up Song Yichuan's earphones and hung them on his ears.

"...will present another strategy paper on how it intends to..." Tang Yuan hurriedly returned it to him, "Can't we take a break?"

"Nothing to do." Song Yichuan said.

"Listening to music is also fine." Tang Yuan always thought that he was listening to music with the earphones on, but he didn't expect this person to be so boring, and the pastime he had nothing to do was listening to English.

"go?"

Tang Yuan looked at the time, "There are still a few minutes, I will find them to play a game."

There are freshmen and sophomores at this point on the court every day. Tang Yuan is familiar with them, and there is always a place when he goes there.

"Will you be doing too much?" Song Yichuan held him back.

He has just finished ten laps, which is equivalent to running 400 meters based on the 4000-meter lap at their school, so he still can't sleep at night. If it were him, he would have lost energy after the evening self-study.

Tang Yuan thought he was talking about his illness, but when he thought about it, he shouldn't be so careless. He brushed his wet hair, pulled Song Yichuan and sat down again, "Then sit for a while, don't waste it. .”

"Put on your coat." Song Yichuan said.

The sky was getting dark and the wind was picking up gradually. Tang Yuan was hot and dry, and the wind was quite comfortable.

He half-closed his eyes, turned his head, and wanted to see if Song Yichuan was still listening, but for some reason, his eyes fell on his white auricles, and he couldn't take it back for a second.

Tang Yuan seemed to be bewitched, perhaps because the atmosphere was so good, at that moment he especially wanted to know how it would feel to touch such a beautifully shaped auricle.

Will it feel bad like his, or it will be soft and hot, with Song Yichuan's body temperature.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yichuan just turned his head and saw him staring at him.

"Can I touch your ear?"

"..."

Looking at Song Yichuan's expression, you can tell that he is a little speechless, and at the same time there is a little panic. After all, it is a matter of hands-on touch. It is very strange whether it is a man or a woman who said this, especially Tang Yuan's expression is still so serious, as if it is true. Treat this as a request of some sort.

"Just kidding." Tang Yuan's expression relaxed for a moment, "haha" laughed twice, "I just think your ears are quite interesting."

"What's so interesting?" Song Yichuan looked at him, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

"You ask me to say that, and I can't tell. No one has mentioned it... Then maybe I think it. Haha, let's go, it's almost the same."

Tang Yuan deliberately walked in front, fearing that Song Yichuan would misunderstand that he was really lusting after him. He didn't dare to look at him again until the two returned to the classroom and sat down. Then Tang Yuan discovered that Song Yichuan's ear The edge of the outline is actually always red.