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When I woke up early the next morning, there was no surprise at the head of the bed, and no socks were hung at the end of the bed. If Song Zongyan wanted to forget or didn't want to give it, then Wen Qiu couldn't help it.But he is good at self-healing, not to mention that seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are not suitable for mourning spring and autumn, so Wen Qiu also put his loss behind him one night, brushing his teeth while holding his eyelids and complaining that he doesn't want to go to class and doesn't get enough sleep every day .

Song Zongyan pays attention to him much less now, packing up his books and preparing to leave the dormitory.

Wen Qiu didn't want to eat the breakfast in the cafeteria. If Sun Shilou came to class in the morning, he would help bring breakfast. He didn't come today, probably because he drank too much last night and skipped class casually.But he asked his brother to bring rice balls to Wen Qiu.Wen Qiu ate comfortably.

However, there are not many times when things go well, and I suddenly have to change seats for evening self-study.Class seats are basically changed every three months to prevent students from gossiping all day after they are familiar with each other.Ding Hui has always been casual in class management, and has always adopted lottery for changing positions.Wen Qiu was never a lucky one, so he took a position that was completely different from Song Zongyan.

Chu Wenxin sat behind him with a pile of books in her arms: "What a coincidence."

"Unfortunately." Wen Qiu said.

Most of the people are still shifting, and there are a lot of senior three test papers and books. A big shift is equivalent to a big chaos, and the noisy roof will be lifted.Wen Qiu walked to Song Zongyan's side in the confusion: "Yin Liqun, have we changed positions?"

Yin Liqun was highly myopic, and his glasses were so thick that they almost crushed the bridge of his nose. He raised his head slowly and refused: "I am quite satisfied with this position."

"But I'm not satisfied." Wen Qiu played a rogue.

Yin Liqun was not angry, but looked at his current tablemate - Song Zongyan was clearing the table.

"Student master can't be monopolized by you alone," Yin Liqun said helplessly, "give me the opportunity of these few months."

Being at the same table as the No. [-] student in the school is an opportunity that every motivated student in the class wants.

Wen Qiu glanced at Song Zongyan with an insincere grievance, and it happened that the bell rang. Song Zongyan didn't look at him, but reminded him: "Class is on."

Back on the seat, Chu Wenxin threw a icing sugar biscuit to Wen Qiu: "You have hit a wall, Yin Liqun regards learning as his life, and he has long wanted to sit with Song Zongyan."

Wen Qiu leaned on the back of the chair and threw the biscuit into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Who made him so popular."

"You say you, people seem to dislike you now, and they don't like to talk to you, so why rush over?" Chu Wenxin tapped Wenqiu's back with a pen, and lowered her voice, "If it weren't for you and Sun Shi Lou Tan, I thought you actually liked Song Xueba."

"You can think so."

"Ah?" Chu Wenxin thought she had heard it wrong, and the subconscious tone of the particle was so loud that half the eyes of the class were drawn to it.

"What do you mean?" After everyone turned around and stopped staring at her, Chu Wenxin impatiently slammed the person in front of her.

"It's not interesting." Wen Qiu dealt with it lazily, "Don't mess with it, your back will be messed up."

Women are very sensitive, especially when it comes to relationship matters.Chu Wenxin propped her chin and chewed her chin, her eyes rolled around, as if she had sensed something.

The weekend is still only half a day off, and Wen Qiu took time to accompany grandma to the hospital for an examination.I simply came here, and by the way, I did a full physical examination.Wen Qiu, who ran upstairs and downstairs all morning, almost broke his leg.

There were still several test results to wait, so Wen Qiu took his grandma to have a late breakfast in the hospital cafeteria.He is picky eaters to the extreme, and it's okay if he can't see it normally, but whenever he sees the old lady, he will be anxious to him: "I don't eat eggs, I don't eat steamed buns, I don't eat fried ones, is there anything you can eat?"

Wen Qiu reluctantly drank the milk: "I really don't want to eat it, don't put it in my bowl!"

"Who used you to be like this!" The old lady's voice was loud because her ears were not working.

Wen Qiu said, "You."

"It's all your father. He said all day long that he can do whatever he wants, and see if he raises you. He wouldn't even take a bite of something as good as an egg."

Wen Qiu stopped talking, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, and he occasionally nodded in response.

When he was a child in the orphanage, he had no conditions to be picky eaters. Later, he went to several foster families and had a lot of troubles. He was often beaten, scolded or ignored.It wasn't until she settled down in Wen's family that she became what she is now.

Wen Zhengyang is a free-spirited man, he is not married, even if he were to marry, Qiu Yunqing's half body disability means he will not have children of his own.So he has no experience, and he has no rules or rules when it comes to educating Wen Qiu.

Wen Qiu was so obedient when he first came here that he trembled when others spoke loudly, and he never dared to be coquettish or playful.This is odd in a child.

Wen Zhengyang taught him how to learn to express his thoughts and preferences.When eating, Wen Zhengyang threw the green vegetables into the trash can, saying that I don't like this, so I won't eat it.

When the mother saw him teaching the child like this, she was instantly angry, and came out of the kitchen imposingly waving the rice spoon: "Wen Zhengyang, what nonsense are you talking about, clean up the trash can for me!"

The two suddenly quarreled. The old lady was younger back then, and her ears were not as bad as they are now, but her voice was always loud.Wen Qiu watched their quarrel with his chopsticks, but he didn't feel as scared as before.

The composition of Wen's family is very strange, a single old lady, a middle-aged unmarried son of a criminal police officer, and Qiu Yunqing who lives downstairs, who is Wen Zhengyang's colleague and girlfriend.It was reported that both of them were on the point of discussing marriage, but Qiu Yunqing suddenly had an accident, his life was saved, but his legs were crippled.

Wen Zhengyang accompanies her out of the shadows and insists on not marrying unless she is the only one, but Qiu Yunqing is unwilling to drag the other party down, so the marriage dragged on for more than ten years without any result.

Such a family is not suitable for adopting a child, but when Wen Qiu came, he was raised as delicate and picky.

The old lady's body is still the same, high blood pressure and high blood sugar are old problems.This time I always feel that I can’t breathe because I have been sitting in the same position for too long on weekdays. Elderly people can’t straighten their backs.

After reading the medical report, Qiu Yunqing sighed and said, "Recently it rains too frequently and it's cold, so she seldom goes out for a walk. I... I can't accompany her often, only when you come back on weekends or when my parents come I can take her out for a walk."

So winter is tough.

Wen Qiu couldn't help it either, the weather was there.He went upstairs to take out the medicine and put it away, and shouted loudly: "The red one is three times a day, one pill at a time. The bottled one is twice a day..."

The old lady was cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma filled the whole room.The food she cooks doesn't look good, but the taste is okay. Wen Qiu only drank milk in the hospital cafeteria in the morning, and now he's hungry when he smells the familiar smell.

The old lady was still in the kitchen and kept asking: "Which one is twice a day? How many pills at a time? Drink before and after meals?"

Communication was really difficult, and Wen Qiu couldn't, so he had to take a few pieces of post-it notes and stick them on the medicine box.Fortunately, the old lady can read, but her eyesight is not good. It is dark in winter, and the lighting effect in the old house is not good. If the characters are too small, she has to use a magnifying glass to read them.So Wen Qiu wrote the characters big and neatly so that she could read them clearly.Then I wrote some things to pay attention to in daily life. People with high blood sugar are afraid of heat. In summer, the old lady dared to turn on the air conditioner immediately after taking a shower. She was admitted to the hospital twice, but she had a stroke and almost couldn't survive it.

Wen Qiu wrote the test paper without writing the words so neatly, so he went to eat after finishing writing.After eating, it was not windy outside, and went out with the old lady to the park for a while before returning to school.

He only wrote half of the homework left on Sunday, and he didn't want to write the rest, so he copied Chu Wenxin's in the back seat.After copying, he returned the paper and pointed at a few questions: "This, this, and this are all wrong."

Chu Wenxin couldn't stop talking, she bit the candy loudly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Is there anyone like you, and you still picked the wrong homework for copying people."

"I don't feel uncomfortable if I don't pick out such a mentally handicapped mistake."

"Then tell me the correct answer."

Wen Qiu threw his paper to her again, glanced in the direction of the diagonal, and sighed unintentionally: "It's better to copy Song Zongyan's paper to save time and effort."

Chu Wenxin pointed to herself: "You should cherish the person in front of you."

She felt something was wrong recently, and her eyes often dangled back and forth between Wen Qiu and Song Zongyan.Although the two are not at the same table now, Wen Qiu would still talk to Song Zongyan every time he passed by, and Song Zongyan's response was not as enthusiastic as before. His eyes were soft when he was with Wen Qiu, Chu Wenxin could still see this.This is not the case now, even Chu Wenxin can feel his indifference and alienation towards Wen Qiu, let alone Wen Qiu himself.

When her group of friends talked privately at night, the topic always revolved around the handsome and famous boy in the school.And girls at this age have more affection for boys who look cool.For example, Zhou Ruiyun from Class [-] and Song Zongyan from their class are boys who are often on the list in night talks.

But Chu Wenxin doesn't think these unreasonable people are so cool, she thinks that Wen Qiu is the coolest, the one who is really different.As expected, Wen Qiu's sensational coming out of the closet confirmed her thoughts.

But it is extraordinary that such a cool, maverick, and different person would be so cheeky again and again in front of Song Zongyan who clearly wants to draw a line with him.

The New Year's Day holiday is approaching, and the first snow has finally fallen. When I get up in the morning, I can see the snow from the window.The school is in an inaccessible new area, and there are no tall buildings around it, so it is all white.In the afternoon, I turned on my mobile phone and found out that the snow had come suddenly this time, the traffic in the city was completely paralyzed, and there were even casualties in several public areas that cut corners.

Wen Qiu sat on the bed and checked the dynamics, humming a song, and talked to Song Zong who had just entered the door in a relaxed and comfortable way: "I heard that the cables of the junior high school not far from us were crushed by snow, and now the heating is on. No. It's too miserable."

He was wearing only a shirt, and stretched out his hand to Song Zongyan: "Have you brought my things?"

After Song Zongyan's night run, he went to the school supermarket to buy energy drinks. Wen Qiu guessed his time and sent a message to ask him to bring an ice cream.He can completely evade it by not looking at his phone, but Wen Qiu spent more than 100 words in the message expressing his strong desire to eat ice cream, and I am afraid that he is not so sincere in his usual writing—if he did, his Chinese performance It wouldn't be this bad either.

Song Zongyan didn't answer, just put the bag on the table, Wen Qiu looked through it by himself, and complained: "Why did you buy such a small one, you can finish it in three or two bites." But complaining is nothing more than complaining, he still tore open the wrapping paper contentedly : "The money is on your table."

Song Zongyan got a change of clothes and went to take a shower, while Wen Qiu sat cross-legged on a chair and ate an ice cream.He squinted his eyes to look at the snow scene outside the window through the street lamp.The snow had already accumulated a thick layer, and someone did not know who had built two snowmen in the open space, both wearing a scarf, leaning on each other in the cold wind.

After eating the ice cream, everyone felt cold, especially his mouth. Wen Qiu licked his lips and was about to get some paper when the phone rang suddenly.

Song Zongyan turned off the shower in the bathroom, only to hear a loud noise outside the door, someone knocked something over.