silent sample

The first time Tang Yuan met Song Yichuan was in the small cafeteria outside the school.

It is said to be a canteen, but it is actually a small workshop similar to a husband and wife shop. Taking advantage of being opened near the school, it provides home-cooked meals for students who do not want to run back and forth, and there are monthly and yearly settlements.

This kind of shop is usually opened in a residential building, and the area will not be very large. There is a boiler and four or five small square tables.

Tang Yuan has been eating there since the first year of high school. The evening self-study in the experimental middle school is late, and he sometimes sneaks out to have a supper. He knows the owner of the shop, Uncle Jia. Then I ate there.

"Do you know that we will be divided into classes next month?" Yang Qifan sat across from him and said while chopping shredded pork with green peppers into a bowl.

"Move." Tang Yuan kicked his foot, but seeing no response, he hit his knee twice again. Uncle Jia is fine with everything, but this children's table and chair is unbearable.

He's in high school, whoever doesn't have long hands and long feet, it's good for him to do this, sitting down like a steamed bun.

Yang Qifan complained more than once that this stool was anti-human, and asked Uncle Jia to change it as soon as he made money. He had to take a long-term view in business, and go out to eat a hungry stomach.

"Hey, I was talking to you, did you hear me?" Yang Qifan knocked on the bowl, the room was noisy, there were sounds all around, and Uncle Jia's stove was on like thunder.

"Listen, class division, you continue to talk." Tang Yuan took a bite of his meal.

"Now the city doesn't strictly check the rankings and make special arrangements for class division. The school is committing crimes against the wind this time. It is said that the number of two A classes in the science department in previous years will be reduced by half this year."

Tang Yuan glanced in the direction of the window again.

"The tentative quota is only [-]. I just counted in Lao Tian's class. There are a total of ten classes in science. Thirty, that is an average of three per class."

"Three?"

"I'm talking about average." Yang Qifan emphasized, "The choice is the top [-] in the grade. At the end of last year, only one of our class was in the top [-]. This monthly exam is a little out of order, maybe someone will shave it head."

"Why do you care about this?" Tang Yuan looked at him heartbroken.

"I've been talking about it since yesterday, who doesn't want to enter, I have no hope, why don't you take a look?"

"You also said that there is only one in the top [-] in our class, and this one is not me, so what should I look at?"

"It can't be calculated like this. It's not just based on the grades at the end of last semester. There will be a monthly exam next time. At the end of the semester, you are fifth in the class. This time you only need to take the first exam in the class, and there is still hope."

Tang Yuan: "..."

The food is a bit salty today.

Let's put it this way, since he entered the experiment, he has never been the first in the class.

No second.

Yang Qifan said it lightly, the experiment is the focus of the market, there are so many masters in it, and all of them fight to the death, and practice the famous saying that if you don't die, you learn from death, it's hard to get one point or two points Like climbing to the sky, let alone one or two.

"Didn't Lao Tian always say that you have big ups and downs, you don't hit the top, you don't hit the ground, in case you really have shit luck..." Yang Qifan followed his gaze and turned to the window, "What do you see... what? "

"That person." Tang Yuan nodded his chin and gestured towards him.

Because of its simplicity, the window is not so much a window as a square prism. The opaque glass is cut into countless small grids by the anti-theft iron bars. Elementary school students may have to sit down and count for a day when they encounter additional problems called calculating how many squares are inside.

The window sill is high and the table is short, and you can't see the outside unless you straighten your back. Tang Yuan used to like to sit in that seat, but later he found that there was nothing wrong with him when the cool breeze passed by, and the summer sun was just right.

"Song Yichuan, from class eight, he must be stable." Yang Qifan said, "You don't know him?"

Tang Yuan shook his head. It was the first time he saw him. The boy was wearing the same school uniform as them, with his long legs stretched out outside the table, and he leaned forward slightly while eating.

The blame is to blame the tables and chairs for being too short, for torturing people like this.

Tang Yuan will notice him because of his overly superior side face. In reality, he has never seen half of a face with such undulating and just-right lines, as if it grew according to a painting, and the key point is that the skin is still white , is the kind of cleanliness that even the obscure light can't hide.

Especially when he was sitting in such a place, with the light passing by the bridge of his tall nose, it was hard not to catch people's eyes at a glance.

Tang Yuan heard Yang Qifan's slightly surprised tone, "Is he famous?"

"You are too ignorant, brother. What a sensation he caused when he transferred in the second semester of the second year of high school."

"why?"

"You have looked at it for a while, why do you say?"

Yang Qifan bit his chopsticks and turned his head. The other side naturally noticed the frequent and undisguised gaze. Song Yichuan and the girl opposite him looked at them together.

Yang Qifan immediately withdrew his gaze and sat upright.

Tang Yuan raised his hand.

Yang Qifan was shocked, "What are you doing?!"

"Boss." Tang Yuan shouted, "Can we not put spicy food in our dishes next time?"

In the next second, there was Uncle Jia's response of knocking on the iron pot with a spoon, "Brat, you have been eating here for two years, and now you are talking!"

"Salty." It was really salty, making his chest tight.

Yang Qifan was frightened to death by him, and hurriedly lowered his voice, "Stop looking around at others, it looks like we're gossiping."

Tang Yuan felt that he was exaggerating. The repressive, rigid and deadly learning atmosphere of their school caused a sensation. He didn't know if it was a real sensation, "Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Don't eat here." Yang Qifan glanced at him, and pretended to sigh, "Who told some students to serve them in a good way outside, and this person just leaked out."

"Damn it." Speaking of this, Tang Yuan became angry.

A few days ago, didn't Uncle Jia send his daughter to other places to go to college? After a few days of rest, Yang Qifan took him to eat elsewhere.

It is also a similar small cafeteria, but it is bigger than Uncle Jia's, and there are more people eating there. It is said that it was opened by a relative of Zhu Hua, a classmate of his class.

Tang Yuan didn't like Zhu Hua, but he was innocent.

He went and ordered fried rice like everyone else, but the fried rice didn't look good, so he endured it, but as he was eating, something black came out from under his chopsticks.

Flies, more than one fly, there were two in the light he saw.

Tang Yuan was disgusted, so he went to the boss to argue, but the boss refused to admit it, and insisted that he let it go, the purpose was to frame him, but Tang Yuan was very angry, he must be sick , Take flies with you to frame others.

Just like this, the boss had a loud noise, and Tang Yuan was louder than the boss. Someone stood up to testify for him, saying that he had eaten it before, not only flies, but also steel wool confetti and cockroach legs.

The boss was so swearing at him that he pushed them out. Later, he heard that they were reported. Yang Qifan said that it was his account that was inaccurate, but it was mostly because of him.

Seeing Tang Yuan put down his chopsticks, Yang Qifan put the rest of the dishes into the bibimbap, "Don't say it, handsome is really handsome, girls like this one, I heard that there are eight hundred if not a thousand people chasing him."

"How many people are there in our school?"

"Just tell me if it looks good or not."

"It's okay." Tang Yuan took a sip of his drink, swallowed it and said, "It's so-so."

On Saturday, he made up a day of class and didn't have to go to evening self-study. When Tang Yuan came home, Huang Jun was cooking in the kitchen.

He stood at the door and watched for a while. It is not an exaggeration to say that since he can remember, he has remembered every fucking shift, and he has memorized it better than his own class schedule. No accident, tonight is a small night shift, and he has to leave after eating , came back in the middle of the night.

Since Tang Yuan went to high school, even if he was a day student, he spent very little time with his family. Either he went home and she fell asleep, or she came back and he was not there.

Huang Jun asked him to do his homework, and Tang Yuanyi chatted with her at the kitchen door, "Zhu Hua's relative's small canteen was reported two days ago, and he was annoyed seeing me this morning. He insisted that I did it, and I have That's free time."

"What small cafeteria?" Huang Jun asked.

"I just mentioned it to you two days ago." Tang Yuan acted a little aggrieved, afraid that her mother would ask who Zhu Hua was again, and hurriedly said: "The restaurant that eats terrible food and eats flies is absolutely unacceptable. gone."

"Don't cause trouble." Huang Jun turned off the fire, and Tang Yuan casually handed over a plate, "That can't be done, I didn't do anything, I just defend my rights, and I will never fight back when Zhu Hua wants to beat me up."

"Let's eat." Huang Jun turned off the range hood to wash his hands, and Tang Yuan took out all the food.

He told her about school affairs, anecdotes in class, and gossip outside of class, regardless of whether she wanted to hear it or not, as if he finally caught him, sitting at the same table, Huang Jun couldn't avoid it, he had to listen He nags.

Except for him, all four members of the family are calm and quiet. They are not so eloquent, and they don't know who to follow.

"Are you going to be divided into classes?" Huang Jun asked suddenly.

"Finally something you always remember." Tang Yuan looked up in tears, "I thought you and dad forgot even my high school."

"Young poor." Huang Jun took a look at him, "Is there hope?"

"You don't understand me now. You will be forced to stay after entering. I don't want to live. I can't get along with people."

"Don't you want to stay?" Huang Jun saw him right away.

Tang Yuan laughed.

"Still laughing, your sister didn't even need to take the exam at that time."

"That will be different, now the first grade has to take the exam."

Huang Jun couldn't talk to him, "Whatever you want, serve the snacks yourself, do you still want to eat?"

Tang Yuan said he was full, so Huang Jun poured out all the leftovers.

"Leave it there, I'll wash it later."

Washing vegetables, cooking, washing dishes and cleaning pots Tang Yuan is easy to do, his parents are busy, he and his sister have been self-reliant since childhood.

After seven o'clock, Tang Yiyu hadn't come back yet. Tang Yuan sent him a message asking if he would have dinner, and he didn't reply until eight o'clock.

Tang Yuan went to the kitchen to cook a dish, Tang Yiyu ate more of his cooking in the past two years than Tang Yuan ate more of his cooking since he was a child.

Tang Yiyu finally came back when the dishes were out of the pan, saying that he couldn't come back because he had a social occasion.

His father deserves endless rewards.

Damn, endless shifts.

Absolutely.

Tang Yuan: 【Drink less alcohol, be careful when you come back. 】

Tang Yiyu: [Got it, go to bed early. 】

Tang Yuan wrapped the vegetables in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator, and washed the pots and dishes.

After finishing this, he stood by the window and wiped his hands, looking at the night in a daze while wiping, the rag was turned upside down in his hand a dozen times before throwing it back to its original place.

The fluorescent light above his head flickered twice, then suddenly went out. Tang Yuan raised his head and saw a few more pieces of wall falling off.

Fuck, it's broken again. It's the third time this month. It doesn't seem to be the light bulb. I'll have to get someone to look at it tomorrow.

Tang Yuan returned to the room and was about to write the paper when he suddenly thought of something and got up and rummaged on the table for a while.

He opened the drawer, shaking out a book, and finally found a ranking list from last year's final volume.

Song Hechuan is here.

He didn't put any effort into the name, because there was someone surnamed Song on the second line.

Song Yichuan.

Second.

Tsk, he hasn't been the second in the class yet, but he is already the second in the grade.