silent sample

During the evening self-study class, Tang Yuan called Tang Sirong to confirm that she had rested in the afternoon and that she didn't have a fever anymore. This bumpy trip was finally over for him.

But there is another thing, "Dad will tell you about me next time, ask me first before talking, don't just rush back after hearing something, you understand."

"You still want to have a next time." Tang Sirong said.

"..." Tang Yuan was silent.

To Huang Jun and Tang Yiyu, he might still be stubborn, but when he was in front of Tang Sirong, he really had nothing to do with her. Perhaps this was also Tang Yiyu's purpose, to call Tang Sirong back at the very beginning of the incident to treat the symptoms and the root cause.

It's just that what Tang Yuan can't understand is that he is usually so obedient, and he rarely makes a mistake, why he has to make a big fuss, sometimes thinking about it the other way around, it feels a bit like grabbing his pigtails, as if... finally caught For once, quickly let everyone take a look.

"No next time, how dare I." Tang Yuan said honestly, "But don't listen to him fooling around, he can't control it and wants to throw it to you."

Tang Sirong smiled, "Okay, okay, if you don't listen, I will ask you first in the future, and you will come back after you talk."

"That's about the same." Tang Yuan snorted, and then asked, "Then you come back for the New Year?"

There is less than a month left before Chinese New Year.

"Come back, or where am I going?"

"Okay, then I will pick you up with Dad."

Tang Yuan actually wanted to ask, next year, will they come back? When he takes the exam to the city where she lives, will they come back?If they don't come back, then this year will be the last year their family of four will spend together.

Thinking of the sudden feeling of sadness, Tang Yuan talked clichéd, and told him to pay attention to his body, don't get too tired and take a rest, when the bell rang, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Going back to the dormitory at night, He Maoqing looked at him with a hint of fear in his disgust, and wished he could let him go after several encounters.

In the past, he beeped and beeped with Tang Yuan. Tang Yuan listened to him if he could hear it, and stared at him if he couldn't hear it. Now there is no need, because He Maoqing dare not make any eye contact with him at all.

Tang Yuan didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain after fighting a battle. Seeing He Maoqing dodging, he suddenly became happy, and felt that even such a disgusting thing was not so bad that it was useless. When it came to Zhu Hua's handle, he also solved He Maoqing, an annoying spirit, by the way.

Tang Yuan washes up and prepares to go to bed. The monthly exam will be next week. In the dormitory with the lights off, there are flashlights shining one after another. The dark environment looks like flowers blooming in a cemetery, creepy , especially Qi Xinmeng sometimes engages in some feudal superstition and prays to gods and Buddhas there.

It's hard to say how much he can learn in such a short period of time. Tang Yuan doesn't like this kind of useless cigarettes, but he can't stop everyone around him from being in a cigarette factory, especially since he is the only one in this dormitory who falls out of the top [-]. It makes it even more obvious that he is lazy, lazy and does not seek to make progress.

Tang Yuan climbed halfway, but was dragged down by Song Yichuan. Song Yichuan showed no expression on his face, and motioned to go inside. Tang Yuan retracted his foot on the escalator, and followed him to the bathroom.

After entering, Song Yichuan closed the door, he was holding iodophor and gauze in one hand, Tang Yuan thought of the injury on the back of his hand from this, he stood against the wall, and asked Song Yichuan how he did it when he was tidying up these things.

How else could it be done, the only possibility is that it was accidentally scratched when beating Zhu Hua. At that time, it was so violent, and it was normal to scratch at one place or two.

Tang Yuan was annoyed because Song Yichuan hadn't said anything, the wound looked big, it must have been bleeding that night, but he didn't notice it from the beginning to the end.

It hurts to patronize myself.

Song Yichuan ignored his question, but said: "Take off your shirt, let me see your injury."

Tang Yuan showed a self-doubting expression, "...what?"

Song Yichuan glanced at his neck again, "You should have hurt more than this."

"Then I can't take it off in front of you." No matter what I thought, I still hit the muzzle of the gun after it was like this.

Tang Yuan lowered his voice while laughing, and looked at him with some ambiguity on purpose, "What should I do if I react after taking it off, you are responsible?"

"Can you still react now?"

As he said this, he was a healthy man, "Why can't I..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yichuan seemed to lose his patience suddenly. He took a step forward, grabbed Tang Yuan's pajama collar and pulled it aside.

Tang Yuan should have noticed that he was irritable, and the person illuminated by the flashlight of his mobile phone was weakened, which made him ignore it for a short time.

He hid aside, Song Yichuan's hands grabbed him like iron pliers, his fingertips dug into his flesh, and Tang Yuan's shoulders exposed under his loose pajamas were covered in patches of bruises, grimly attached to his skin .

Tang Yuan struggled, and in a moment of urgency, his back bumped against the edge of the washbasin, where his old injuries were overlapping, and the pain made his eyes go dark, and his ears buzzed.

He said "fuck".

It is true that he is not only hurt a little, but he is hurt a lot, and he can touch it everywhere, Song Yichuan will compete with him, obviously he is taking advantage of others' danger.

Tang Yuan was forced to the corner by him, Song Yichuan pressed him up, saying that he was injured, but his subordinates showed no mercy at all, Tang Yuan cursed in pain, "Are you fucking sick! Let me go!"

"Who is sick? After all this, you can still be in heat with me." Song Yichuan didn't have the slightest feeling of pity, as if he had held his breath for too long, and Tang Yuan had to take back all his bluntness before giving up.

Tang Yuan's face turned pale from the pain.

"I've said it many times, but you can't remember it. I'm afraid you won't remember it." Song Yichuan stood very close to him, looking straight into his eyes, trying to let him see clearly and remember it firmly. , Even so that he could hear clearly, he said word by word, "Tang Yuan, I'm not as good-tempered as you think, and I also said not to joke with you, so don't do it again, otherwise I don't guarantee that I can treat you well." You are so polite."

After he finished speaking, he finally let go, Tang Yuan panted, sweat dripped from his forehead, his waist softened, and he almost slipped on the ground along the cold tile wall.

He never left Song Yichuan's eyes, he was still thinking desperately, Song Yichuan's lips looked so soft, if he was really sick, he should have kissed him just now.

Song Yichuan backed away a few steps, helped up the iodine bottle that had just been knocked down by them, "Since you think it's inconvenient for me, I'll call Yuan Qian in for you."

Tang Yuan lowered his brows and smiled coldly, "Get lost."

The door of the compartment was knocked twice, Yuan Qian poked his head in, and the scene in front of him made him stunned for a moment, "Are you...all right? I, I heard voices, do you want to help?"

"Apply some medicine for him." Song Yichuan dropped these words, opened the door and went out.

There were a few brief discussions outside, but they soon calmed down again. I don't know how much I heard about the movement just now.

Yuan Qian came to help him, Tang Yuan stood up straight with his hand, and endured the pain. Apart from being a little humble, there was nothing uncomfortable about it. Yuan Qian said he would give him medicine, but Tang Yuan refused "It's already scabbed, what medicine should I take?"

"Then show me."

"Look at the fart, sleep."

Yuan Qian wanted to say something else, but Tang Yuan snatched the things in his hand, turned around and threw them into the cabinet, and locked it.

When he went out, Song Yichuan was already lying down, and the others were also lying down neatly, the outside of the house was pitch black.

Tang Yuan was the last one to get on the bed again. He was so sleepy that he was tortured so much that he fell asleep after getting up.

He remembered that tomorrow was Sunday, and planned to spend the afternoon catching up on sleep, but the next morning after class ended, Song Yichuan said he would take him to the hospital.

"Don't go." Tang Yuan walked forward without looking, Song Yichuan stood in front of him.

When Tang Yuan got up, there were still more than half of the people in the classroom. At this moment, he and Song Yichuan were standing upright, and the air pressure around the two of them was very low, which attracted a lot of attention for a while.

Because Yuan Qian had witnessed the unhappiness between the two of them with his own eyes, he looked more nervous than anyone else at this moment, while He Maoqing, with a hint of wretched expectation in his eyes, almost wrote the words "beat up" on his face .

Tang Yuan was confused, is this person okay?He was the one who warned him last night, and now he said he would take him to the hospital. He tried to move forward again, but Song Yichuan still stopped him.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Go to the hospital." Song Yichuan insisted: "It's okay not to go, I'll go to Lao Xu now."

Fuck, Tang Yuan grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the door.

"Is it okay to look at the occasion, do you have to let everyone know?" Tang Yuan was speechless, "Besides what hospital to go to, do you know which department I am in?"

"...Urology department." Song Yichuan said.

"Fuck." Tang Yuan felt a little absurd after the fuck, and couldn't help but fuck again, but Song Yichuan behaved normally, or pretended to be normal, as if Tang Yuan was a high school student going to the urology department, or he was a man who wanted to There is nothing wrong with accompanying another man to the urologist.

But it should be a little embarrassing anyway, Song Yichuan obviously paused for two seconds before saying these three words, and his eyes flickered for a short time after speaking, as if he didn't focus on Tang Yuan's face for a while.

He is so "smooth and generous", Tang Yuan will be bored to cover up any more, he relaxes his back and leans on the balcony, looking at Song Yichuan, he actually wants to laugh.

Song Yichuan became impatient again, "Are you going?"

"Go, go." Tang Yuan frowned, "It hurts like hell."

It hurt last night. In the first half of the night, he would wake up while sleeping, and it hurt when he turned over a little. The main reason was that Zhu Hua's hands were too dirty, and he didn't clean them well afterwards. I don't know if it was inflamed.

Tang Yuan simply carried a bag on his back, Song Yichuan called a car in advance, went to their People's Hospital, and registered after arriving, Tang Yuan thought that the general surgery could solve this problem, but he didn't expect it to be a urology department.

"Let's take the general surgery one too, and check other places too." Song Yichuan said.

No matter how thick-skinned Tang Yuan is, he will inevitably be embarrassed at this time, especially the nurse at the pre-diagnosis desk has not heard what he said clearly. Tang Yuan was forced to repeat it three times. When he sat outside the department, he put the collar of his school uniform into the down jacket several times. Tibetan.

After the examination, it was indeed an inflammation. The doctor said it was nothing serious. He re-applied the medicine, prescribed some oral antibiotics, and asked him to avoid excessive cleaning.

The words "excessive cleanliness" are somewhat spiritual, and he may not be able to do it with another person, but Zhu Hua touched it and made him unclean, so he would rather die of inflammation.

"It's nothing, just go back and take some medicine." After coming out, Tang Yuan told the situation first, afraid that Song Yichuan would stare and ask.

Song Yichuan might also be a little embarrassed. After Tang Yuan finished speaking, he nodded, "Then go to the general surgery department now."

The procedures in general surgery are similar, and some inflamed wounds are cleaned up again, and the medicines are prepared, and the medicines are similar.

After Song Yichuan went downstairs, he brought Tang Yuan a cup of warm water and told him to take the medicine first.

"Going back to school?" Tang Yuan asked.

"Don't you want to unlock the phone?"

"Now?" Tang Yuan hasn't figured out the way yet.

"Well, my friend introduced me to a person who runs a repair shop in the computer city. I'll go and have a look later." Song Yichuan said and looked at him, "Can I go?"

"Don't underestimate me. It's okay to run two laps." The place is now wrapped in gauze, so you can rub it any way you want, but you can't say that.

Song Yichuan saw him sitting on a chair with his legs open, turned his head and got up and said, "Then let's go."