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"Woke you up?" Song Zongyan got dressed beside the bed, and left the clothes on the floor to dry overnight. Fortunately, his cleanliness isn't serious.

Wrapped in the quilt, Wen Qiu asked sleepily, "What are you going to do?"

"Huh? I have class in the morning," Song Zongyan replied.

Wen Qiu woke up instantly: "Then you don't call me? If I wake up 10 minutes late, I won't be able to see you again?"

"I see you slept soundly..." Song Zongyan explained.

Wen Qiu casually grabbed a pillow and threw him: "That's not what you told me last night."

How could a man take what he said on the bed seriously? Unexpectedly, Song Zongyan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could not be trusted.

Song Zongyan did have class in the morning, and Wen Qiu originally wanted to join him, but because of the long journey yesterday, he really didn't have the energy to get up from the quilt right now.

He slept until noon, Song Zongyan was afraid that he would not want to get out of bed, so he bought lunch and came to the hotel to feed him.Wen Qiu was hungry, and the rice with barbecued pork was delicious.

Song Zongyan also had classes in the afternoon, Wen Qiu finally pulled out from the quilt, and followed others to a public class in good spirits.The two of them stepped into the classroom and sat down in a corner with few people.On the contrary, Song Zongyan's roommates and acquaintances saw him bring a face-faced person to class, and winked from all directions to gossip.It's a pity that the two of them quickly slipped out of the classroom just after class, and didn't give anyone a chance to gossip.

The autumn is bright and crisp, and it is still early when we leave the classroom, and the trees are towering into the clouds. The leaves have not yet fallen in this season, and they are still lush and green, covering the sky.

Wen Qiu said that he wanted to visit their school.So Song Zongyan became a tour guide.

In fact, all major colleges and universities are similar, but a few teaching buildings with history and characteristics are interesting.The biggest feature is "big".After walking around half of the campus, I was exhausted.

"My leg hurts." Wen Qiu sat on a chair, handed the mineral water in his hand to Song Zongyan, and lowered his head to browse their school forum: "Do you still have a movie screening every week? Thursday? Isn't today just Thursday?" .”

"Well, but I haven't seen it yet, do I want to see it?" Song Zongyan unscrewed the lid and took a sip of water.

"sure."

"It's a bit far away, at the place we came from at the beginning..."

Far is really far, Song Zongyan thought about it and rented two bicycles.

Wen Qiu looked at the two turquoise bicycles side by side: "...my leg hurts."

Song Zongyan hesitated for a few seconds: "I will take you?"

Wen Qiu definitely doesn't have girlish feelings, he just can't... ride a bicycle.When he was younger, no one took care of him, so he had no chance to learn.Before graduating from elementary school, I was encouraged by my classmates to study for a while, but I was chased and watched by a group of people and crashed into the trash can, and I have no face to study since then.

It is really difficult for him to expose this shameful black history in front of Song Zongyan.

"Can you move?" Wen Qiu tried to sit down in the back seat.The bike started with difficulty, and the front of the bike shook violently, "Hey, is it okay?"

The pedals were rough and heavy, and Song Zongyan panicked before turning the front car's faucet: "Don't move around, and don't step on the ground."

"I'm scared if I don't step on the ground," Wen Qiu cried, "and I have long legs, so I can't blame me for that."

"..."

The car was driving in a zigzag on the road in violation of the regulations. Students passing by saw this scene and looked sideways: "Hey, don't hit the tree!"

After riding for a certain distance amidst exclamations, he finally stabilized. Wen Qiu was overwhelmed and pinched Song Zongyan's waist from behind: "I'm dead, can you find a better way?"

Song Zongyan said: "OK."

It was getting late, and the tree shadows blocked the only light among the leaves. The street lamps had not yet been turned on, and everything was covered with a dark filter, and even the silhouettes of passers-by became indistinct.

Rows upon rows of high-rise buildings, wide playgrounds and stands, dense bushes, passers-by of various colors... are just ordinary scenery, but this is where Song Zongyan is.Wen Qiu looked at it seriously, as if he could experience it once after reading it——Song Zongyan may have sat on this stone chair and read a book, basked in the sun on that grassland, and once sat under the faucet in the distance. washed hands...

Wen Qiu was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle. Song Zongyan's white shirt was blown bulging by the wind, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to press it.

"Does it look like a movie now?" Wen Qiu's voice sounded from the back seat.

"What?" Song Zongyan's voice was carried by the wind.

""sweet"."

"have not seen."

"I haven't seen it either."

Song Zongyan walked around a stone and was dumb for a second: "Haven't I seen what you said?"

"Because it's very sweet right now!" Wen Qiu suddenly shouted.

Fortunately, there were no students around. Song Zongyan was so blown that he didn't turn on the faucet, and the bicycle swayed from side to side.Wen Qiu sat behind and laughed heartlessly.

However, the two of them didn't watch the movie in the end, because Wen Qiu watched an outdated post. This week, due to the approach of the holiday, the screening time was moved forward by one day, and it ended yesterday.

The two had no choice but to turn to the cafeteria for dinner, and then Wen Qiu spent thousands of words describing how wonderful the taste of the zucchini and celery dish in their cafeteria was.Song Zongyan laughed while listening, the cafeteria was still full of people in the past, he usually seldom spoke, and left after eating, but at this moment, the fireworks became vivid, and amidst the chatter of the people opposite, an ordinary meal seemed like Come alive.

"Hi." Suddenly a voice interrupted Wen Qiu's words.

Wen Qiu immediately closed his mouth and looked up. A girl bypassed several tables and sat next to Song Zongyan: "Do you mind eating together?"

Song Zongyan said, "It's all right."

The girl seemed to be familiar with him, and looked at Wen Qiu: "Your friend? I haven't seen him before, which department?"

"High school classmate." Song Zongyan glanced at Wen Qiu.

"Oh, not from our school?" The girl stretched out her hand generously, "Hello, my name is You Jingwen."

"Wen Qiu." Wen Qiu glanced at her. She has a bright appearance, with autumn-cut pupils, very aggressive and beautiful, different from Xia Yunjiao - Xia Yunjiao is more than arrogant, but not charming enough, "Are you classmates with Song Zongyan?"

"No, we didn't know each other until we joined the student union," You Jingwen smiled, "I'm from the English department."

Wen Qiu let out a cry.

You Jingwen didn't know him, and didn't have much to talk about, so she turned to Song Zongyan to chat about this event, that senior and senior sister.

"Let's go together tomorrow?" She ordered a meal, but barely moved a few mouthfuls.

Song Zongyan said: "I'm going to tell you tonight, I won't go back tomorrow, I'll leave a few days later."

"what happened?"

"Accompany him in Beijing for a few days."

You Jingwen looked at Wen Qiu again: "Isn't he going to school in Beijing?"

"Not here." Song Zongyan said.

You Jingwen didn't know Wen Qiu well, so she didn't bother to ask further, but said regretfully: "Then we can't go back together, let's do it together when we come back."

After the people left, Wen Qiu pounded the grains of rice that were as hard as stones: "Song Zongyan, it's only been a long time since school started, and you've actually provoked peach blossoms."

Song Zongyan laughed: "How is it possible?"

Wen Qiu compared a telescope with his hand and put it in front of his eyes: "I have sharp eyesight, so I'm sure I can't see it wrong. You all made an appointment to go home together?"

"Her aunt's house is over there. She said she hasn't been there for a long time. She went to play for a few days during the November holiday."

"You even know where my aunt's house is." Wen Qiu exclaimed.

Song Zongyan ignored the intentional finding, and knocked on the edge of his bowl with chopsticks: "Eat."

In fact, Wen Qiu didn't care too much. After all, he knew how good Song Zongyan was, so how could no one like him?He likes it very much.

It's just that Song Zongyan didn't seem to want to explain it at all.

Wen Qiu played in Beijing for three and a half days, and only returned on October [-]nd.The plane was late, and they got off the plane after eight o'clock in the evening. They were waiting outside the airport.It was a little cold at night after an autumn rain.Wen Qiu lowered his head to look for a coat in Song Zongyan's backpack, when a car sped by, splashing water on the ground, Song Zongyan immediately took his hand and took a step back.

Wen Qiu couldn't help being distracted by his warm hand, and couldn't help but curled up his index finger to scratch the opponent's palm.

"Zong Yan!" A woman suddenly approached.

The two who were holding hands were startled and let go quickly.The speed of letting go was so fast that Wen Qiu couldn't help but look at the empty hand, and couldn't figure out who let go first just now.

"Mom." Song Zongyan called out.

"Didn't you say you're coming back?" The person who came was Song's mother, "Hey, Wen Qiu."

Song's mother came to the airport to see off customers, but she didn't expect to run into her son.But she was far away just now, and she couldn't see what the two children were doing clearly, so her expression remained the same.

Wen Qiu and Song Zongyan looked at each other quietly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you see me with so many people?" Song Zongyan carried the luggage to the trunk.

"You are my son, and I can recognize you even when it turns into ashes." Mother Song said proudly, "By the way, you said that a classmate went to Beijing to visit you. It turned out to be Wen Qiu."

Wen Qiu smiled: "Yes. It just so happens that I have nothing to do these few days, so I went to Beijing for a visit."

"You can go to university locally, right?" Mother Song started the car and joked, "Actually, it would be nice to go to Beijing. It would be nice to be with our family, Zongyan, and have someone to take care of you."

Song Zongyan said: "Mom, open a window, it smells of smoke."

"The customer smoked it just now." Song's mother frowned, "Have you two eaten yet?"

"No." Song Zongyan replied.

"Then go home and eat." Song's mother glanced at Wen Qiu through the rearview mirror, "Wen Qiu is also here, it's been a long time since I came to Auntie's house for dinner."

"I'll go home. Auntie will leave me when she enters the city." Wen Qiu said.

But Song's mother was so enthusiastic that she didn't even give him a chance to get out of the car, and took him directly to her home.

When entering the elevator, Song's mother asked again: "Didn't you say you would come back tomorrow? Why didn't you take Wen Qiu to play in Beijing for a few more days?"

"I'm allergic." Wen Qiu replied by himself, "It seems a little uncomfortable, so I came back early."

The light in the elevator was brighter, and Song's mother noticed Wen Qiu's flushed face and neck: "Oh, this allergy is quite serious. Have you checked the source of allergies?"

"No, it should be fine."

"Then I have to go and see, what kind of medicine do you take?"

Although Song's mother is not a doctor, she has a solid basic knowledge of clinical medicine in college.When I got home, I found new medicine for Wen Qiu, and told my aunt what to avoid when cooking.

Caring.

Song Zongyan's father didn't come back at night, and there were only four people at the dinner table.Mother Song is warm and hospitable, but she has a good grasp of the size, unlike some parents who love to pick up vegetables.

"At No. 30, Zong Yan called me and said that a friend went to Beijing to visit him, and he would be back a few days later. I wonder who it is, but he still kept secrets." Song's mother opened the conversation, " Fortunately, I told his father that he might be in love. It seems that I guessed wrong."

Wen Qiu Jiacai's hand was in the air.

The younger sister of the Song family didn't understand anything, but she booed: "Brother is in love! In love!"

Song's mother went to stop her waving her hands, and then said with a smile to Wen Qiu: "But now children will not tell their parents when they are in love. Instead, you good friends know more."

Her son rarely communicates with his parents, so she can only chat about his private affairs at this time.

Wen Qiu caught a glimpse of Song Zongyan's chopsticks accidentally knocking down the edge of the bowl from the corner of his eye, his heart skipped a beat, and then he laughed: "No, auntie, I didn't hear Song Zongyan say that he has a girl he likes."