silent sample

Tang Yuan didn't sleep much that night, he just sat on the sofa in the living room, and Tang Sirong's fever subsided in the middle of the night, so he squinted for a while, and then it was not until the morning, when he confirmed that there was no repetition, his heart was hanging. Let it go completely.

After breakfast, Tang Yiyu came back. Tang Sirong wanted to rush back to work, saying that he only took one day off.

"Why don't you ask for two more days, your illness is just right, and you should be tired later." Tang Yuan said dissatisfied.

But Tang Sirong insisted, "I'm not tired, I haven't been working overtime recently, I still have time to rest in the afternoon."

"I'll take you there." Tang Yiyu said, looking at Tang Yuan, "By the way, it's time for you to go back to school."

Tang Yuan still wanted to have another lunch with his sister, but it took time on the way, so in order not to delay her rest, he could only pack up his things and go out.

At the gate of the experimental lieutenant colonel, before Tang Yuan got off the car, Tang Sirong specifically told him to pay more attention to rest and not to be too tired from studying.

Tang Yuan felt that she had always been confused about this kind of matter, "You are the one, don't work so hard, your body is the most important thing, do you hear me?"

"I hear you, let's go."

Tang Yuan waved to her, walked two steps without forgetting to turn his head, he always felt that Tang Sirong's complexion was still not very good, showing a paleness from unhealed illness.

Send her a message later to ask, she has been in a stable state for several years now, and there is no problem with regular inspections.

But just like what he had experienced before, the worry and fear of her physical condition were like scars, so Tang Yuan never dared to take it lightly.

Back in the classroom, this class is a chemistry class, Tang Yuan stood at the door and called out the report in a polite manner.

"Come in." The chemistry teacher glanced at him, and told him that he was teaching a class test paper when he passed by.

At this stage, all the courses are basically the papers of the first day and the next day, and some of them may be finished on the same day. Tang Yuan missed the class yesterday afternoon, so the newly issued chemistry papers were naturally not finished.

As soon as he sat down, Song Yichuan handed over his paper, and Tang Yuan looked at the slender fingers pinched on the paper, and the red marks on the skin on the back of his hand that did not fade away... A few seconds later , when Song Yichuan was about to turn around, he took it.

There is nothing to correct.

All right.

A ruthless question-making machine, Tang Yuan complained,

Originally, he accepted it only after he had given it, but now he was a little psychologically unbalanced. Tang Yuan put his paper aside, took his own, and started to work on each question, planning to finish all the papers before confronting him.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, before he had time to speak to Song Yichuan, Qi Xinmeng came over first, "I heard that you fought with Zhu Hua."

Tang Yuan looked up.

"Don't look at me, everyone is talking about you beating people so badly, is it true or not?"

"If it's true or not, you'll know if you ask him to have a look." Tang Yuan turned his head back and concentrated on brushing up the questions.

"That's something to see, everyone is in the hospital."

"Going to the hospital?" With such a small injury, he would be alive and well if he asked him to grab the phone yesterday, and it would be fine to have another one.

Tang Yuan had reason to suspect that Zhu Hua used this as an excuse to not come to school openly. Anyway, as he is, he is basically finished high school.

"Tang Yuan, brother, I really didn't see that you can beat people to the ground in a group fight, you really are," Qi Xinmeng gave him a thumbs up.

"Handsome?"

"Handsome, it's more handsome if this body is cleaner." Qi Xinmeng pointed to the wound on his neck.

"That won't work, it won't be clean."

And it's more than that, there are many unclean places, he will scare people to death if he takes off his clothes, but Qi Xinmeng will definitely not be able to boast that he is handsome if he takes a look at it.

Where is Zhu Hua? He is the one who should be admitted to the hospital. From yesterday to now, Tang Yuan dared not breathe too much. His ribs, chest and back hurt everywhere.

Especially when going to the toilet...he didn't dare to touch it, he wondered if Zhu Hua was holding a steel wool ball in his hand when he grabbed him, damn it.

The arm was tugged twice, Tang Yuan turned his head, Yuan Qian was looking at him.

Tang Yuan: "What expression do you have?"

"I'm worried about you." Qi Xinmeng interrupted at the right time, "I heard him toss and turn last night, so I guess he didn't sleep much."

"Are you really okay?" Yuan Qian looked at his hands from the wound on his neck, his eyes were full of worry, and he said cautiously: "Over there at the school... I can go and testify for you."

"What proof? What did you see?" Tang Yuan deliberately teased him, "You still have to lie to the director."

Yuan Qian didn't expect him to be so straightforward, Qi Xinmeng was listening, now it's impossible to lie, he stammered, "You and him...he troubled you because of me, I say this."

Before Tang Yuan could speak, Qi Xinmeng got excited, "Because of you? Why because of you?"

"Because no one has anything to do with you, sit back." Tang Yuan pushed his head away a bit, and gave him a sad look.

"I care about you, why are you so fierce." Qi Xinmeng shrinks her neck and keeps silent. He has figured out Tang Yuan's dog temper, and it takes only 2 minutes to be serious.

"It doesn't matter what you say, you think Lao Tian doesn't know." Tang Yuan looked at Yuan Qian, he didn't want to talk about it now, he was so sleepy, "If you are really sorry, write the review for me."

"How many words?" Yuan Qian asked immediately.

"I don't know, just read and write."

Although the school's punishment decision has not yet come down, this review will definitely be inevitable. Even if Lao Xu doesn't ask, Lao Tian will not let him go.

When Tang Yuan turned around, Song Yichuan was leaning against the table, facing him and standing on his seat, holding his chemistry paper in his hand, and had been reading it for some time.

"It's not finished yet." Tang Yuan didn't even think about it, he got up and was about to grab it, but he made a big move, hurt his body, he fell forward, and Song Yichuan quickly gave his hand.

Tang Yuan's face was in pain, and he pulled his arm out of Song Yichuan's hand, propped it on the table, and slowly bowed down.

How should I put it, everything else is fine, that place... He subconsciously tugged on his pants.

Song Yichuan withdrew his hand, put the paper on his desk, and said inexplicably, "Aren't you quite skilled?"

Depend on.

Tang Yuan sat down and lay down on the table, not wanting to talk anymore.

He thought about what happened that night again, Song Yichuan never mentioned it, but he was always embarrassed.

For the next time, Tang Yuan was filling up the papers, endlessly, finishing the old ones and getting new ones. He wanted to hurry up and take a nap during the break, but 10 minutes was too short, and it was not even enough to fall asleep. At the end of the afternoon class, he collapsed on the table, so sleepy that he didn't even eat dinner.

Song Yichuan gave him all his papers, including the ones he had just finished, but he didn't talk to him much, and Tang Yuan just took care of passing them back.

Tang Yuan miraculously woke up during the second period of evening self-study, during midnight snack time.

Hungry, Yuan Qian brought him lunch from the cafeteria, and he didn't even eat two bites.

He walked out, Song Yichuan seemed to know what he was going to do, got up and followed.

Tang Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then thought of what he said, he would follow him to and from get out of class in the future, and suddenly felt bored from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's see what's going on, he's in the hospital."

"Depending on the situation, can't I have a late-night snack?" Song Yichuan looked even more bored than him, and he didn't even look at him as he walked by.

Tang Yuan lost his temper suddenly again, he smiled, "Okay, you eat, I'll treat you."

"Need not."

Tang Yuan ignored him when he arrived at the cafeteria. He was so hungry that he had hypoglycemia. He ordered two steamed buns, an egg pancake and a bowl of small wontons.

Song Yichuan is the vegetable noodle with shredded pork that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but he ordered more pan-fried dumplings than before, and it looks like he didn't have dinner.

The two buried their heads, Song Yichuan was still unhurried, under his influence, Tang Yuan had to slow down too.

On the way back after eating, without the feeling of irritability caused by hunger, Tang Yuan slowed down, and Song Yichuan finally glanced at him.

"Go back yesterday, did your parents tell you?"

"Say a few words and ask me to reflect."

"Reflect on what?" Song Yichuan asked.

"Reflecting on my attitude of communicating with people, they feel that there is a better solution to this matter than losing both sides."

Song Yichuan couldn't think of a better solution in that situation, but it's understandable that parents don't want their children to fight with others at school, so this sounds more like a cliché to him.

But there was one thing that he still couldn't understand, "Why did Zhu Hua keep staring at you? Why did he follow..."

He wanted to say that he had something to do with Yuan Qian, but Tang Yuan interrupted him, "You also think it's my fault that he stared at me."

"That's not what I meant." Song Yichuan said.

Tang Yuan thought about it, and explained... "Your parents think it's your fault?"

"That's right, reflect on something." Tang Yuan smiled, "But I did do something wrong, otherwise they wouldn't have been called over. By the way, give me the phone."

Song Yichuan didn't move.

Tang Yuan was helpless, "You have to let me see what's inside, if Zhu Hua knows that we can't open it, then it's meaningless."

This piece of crap isn't even worth 200 yuan, and it's still dirty in your hands, so it's still useful.

"Tomorrow, I will accompany you to find someone to drive."

Really stubborn, "Do you really have to watch it?"

Song Yichuan felt that Tang Yuan knew what he meant, but he just misunderstood him everywhere, either deliberately annoyed him, or deliberately diverted the topic to that direction, so as to complete his previous attempted attempt.

Song Yichuan wanted to avoid it, after all that night... Tang Yuan was greatly stimulated, and it was understandable for him to say some things he shouldn't have said, but several times, he felt the need to speak clearly, "The things before, I will treat you as you It's just a joke, don't say it again in the future."

"If I say I'm not joking." The stairs were dimly lit, Tang Yuan stopped suddenly, Song Yichuan was two steps away from him, Tang Yuan looked up at him, "If not, what are you going to do?"

Song Yichuan turned his head to meet his eyes, this action made Tang Yuan suddenly a little dazed, as if he hadn't been seen like this for a long time, so that in such a blurred scene, he wanted to sigh again for the beauty of Song Yichuan's eyes.

"I didn't hear that." Song Yichuan's tone was solemn, cold, as if giving an ultimatum, "Enough is enough, Tang Yuan."

They have had arguments before, many times, it seems that since they met, they have seldom been calm, but even so, Song Yichuan has never spoken to him in this tone.

That was the heaviest and most depressing bottom line Tang Yuan had ever heard.

Unfortunately, he has no remorse.

During evening self-study, Tang Yuan handed over a note, and Song Yichuan opened it.

There was a row of big characters shining brightly, 【How do you think about sleeping with me? 】

Song Yichuan took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress the anger in his heart and the sense of shame that seemed to be exposed in broad daylight.

He sent a message to Tang Yuan, [Aren't you afraid that I will make it public? 】

[Give it back to me. 】Tang Yuan returns.

Song Yichuan refolded the note and threw it back to him.

Less than half a minute later, Tang Yuan patted him from behind and handed him a note again.

Song Yichuan opened it and found that it was still the original one, the difference was that a few more words were added under that sentence.

Ready to say it is a signature.

【——by Tang Yuan】

Song Yichuan squeezed the note tightly into the palm of his hand.