longing for

The short message disappeared, and the phone never rang again.Song Zongyan would probably not reply to his message, which Wen Qiu expected, he turned his body and buried his face in the bed sheet, not even the slightest sense of loss in his heart.Since Song Zongyan said, "Men and men, it's disgusting, isn't it?" He should be used to dealing with it.

——If you like someone, you have to accept eternal loss.

Wen Qiu didn't hesitate, he threw the phone on the pillow, and went downstairs with the remaining half of the Yanjin oranges on the plate.He knocked on the door twice and waited patiently. It took nearly two or three minutes before someone opened the door.The room that caught the eye was small and lackluster, and the entire layout of the house could be seen clearly without any obstacles.

Qiu Yunqing manipulated the wheelchair back a little: "Back?"

"Well, Sister Yun." Wen Qiu closed the door with a smile, and pushed the wheelchair with the plate in one hand, "Grandma said that the seasons are changing, let me bring you something to eat."

Qiu Yunqing could tell what he was carrying at a glance: "Thank her for me."

"Eat quickly, it's going to be cold." Wen Qiu looked around familiarly, and settled in front of the computer, "Are you still busy at this late hour?"

"Sort it out and check the typos and sentences."

"Let me help you." He sat down and proofread the dense documents.

"It's hard to take half a day off, let's take a rest." Qiu Yunqing hurriedly stopped, "I'll turn on the TV for you to watch."

"Don't watch." Wen Qiu waved his hand, "What's so good about TV now."

"Why don't you play games for a while?"

"Don't you want me to do something good?" Wen Qiu pretended to be helpless, "I'll check it for you, and I can learn a few more words."

"German." Qiu Yunqing pierced him, "What's the use of memorizing this?"

Wen Qiu sat in front of the computer and refused to give up his seat. Qiu Yunqing's wheelchair was heavy and inconvenient, and he really couldn't grab him, so he had to let him proofread the document for him.

Wen Qiu was proofreading and talking to people at the same time. He was in high spirits, with a raised voice, always able to make people laugh.The popular TV series, the celebrities who are popular among little girls, the new tennis match...you can say a few words about everything.

Qiu Yunqing responded to him with a smile.She has entered middle age, or because she does not go out to accept people all the year round, her various preferences seem to have stayed in her 20s.

"I don't know any of these stars who are coming out now," Qiu Yunqing said, "How about you? Are you studying well recently?"

"Of course." Wen Qiu coughed twice.

"You cough too?"

"Yes. Otherwise, why would the old lady make this? It's troublesome and unpalatable."

"Don't let her hear it."

"If you're so deaf, how can you hear?" Wen Qiu didn't respect the old and the young at all, "But she's quite smart, and when she says something bad, her ears seem to light up a little."

Qiu Yunqing smiled. She was skinny and skinny, and her skin slackened as she got older. When she smiled, the lines at the corners of her eyes became wrinkled, but her tone was full of fond memories of her little daughter: "Your father, too. He used to go to bed as soon as he finished his mission. , No one can wake up, but as soon as you speak ill of him, he can sit up and scare you immediately."

It seemed to be raining outside the house, the patter of raindrops knocked on the glass, and moisture seeped from the walls.Before and after the winter solstice, the rain follows like a shadow and never stops.

Wen Qiu said: "It's heredity!"

The plate of Yanjin oranges was empty.The old lady is not very good at cooking in her life, so such a cough medicine is naturally not good in taste.When that person was still alive, he didn't like to eat this thing the least.When he got sick and coughed, he swallowed a few pills and fell asleep with his head covered. The old lady always dug him out of the quilt and scolded him loudly: "Can I take too much medicine?" Finish off this piping hot Yanjin orange.

Qiu Yunqing sighed slightly, and moved the wheelchair into the kitchen to wash the dishes.Wen Qiu didn't go to help, he sat in front of the computer and proofread the translated text.The sound of water in the kitchen rang for a long time, and the time in the lower right corner of the computer jumped from 20:30 to 20:45, and the sound of the wheels of the wheelchair came from the kitchen.

Wen Qiu tapped the keyboard a few times, saved the document, and said briskly, "It's done."

"Thank you." Qiu Yunqing put the plate on the table, "I'm sorry to trouble you, handsome guy."

"Big handsome guy, big handsome guy, don't downgrade me." Wen Qiu smiled unscrupulously: "Are you going to sleep? I'll carry you to the bedroom."

Qiu Yunqing lost face after being teased by a junior, and stuffed the plate: "It's not big or small. Hurry up."

Wen Qiu laughed twice, walked to the door and Qiu Yunqing remembered something: "By the way, your grandma has been complaining of chest tightness and heart pain recently. I have made an appointment for a doctor next month."

"Oh good, I'll come back to accompany her then." Wen Qiu waved his hand.

Returning to school before [-]:[-] pm on Sunday, the old lady listened to the radio at home, and the sound was loud.Wen Qiu said hello and goodbye to her, but she closed her eyes and didn't hear it at all.Wen Qiu had no choice but to slip down the stairs with his schoolbag on his back.

Today, it rained a little harder. Qiu Yunqing took care of the flowers and plants she raised under the canopy in the yard on the first floor. Seeing that he was about to leave, he reminded him: "Go upstairs and change your shoes before leaving. Be careful when you go out later. .”

Wen Qiu hummed a few times, but he didn't obey. He opened his umbrella and rushed into the rain.

As soon as the front foot entered the school, the phone came after him. Ding Hui issued an order: "Have you arrived at school yet? Go to the office and help me to approve the paper and record the score."

Wen Qiu who had just put down his luggage: "...you are really good at predicting things."

"Ha ha."

"But I have to study by myself, endorse me, and do my homework."

Ding Hui exposed him: "You really worked so hard, I have to wake up laughing now."

Wen Qiu climbed up to the third floor of the office building and got the key from the math teacher next door.The office of the senior high school physics group was empty, and there was a neat stack of test papers and an answer sheet on Ding Hui's desk.It was not the first time for Wen Qiu to help him correct the paper, so he sat down and started to "work" familiarly.

He first picked out a familiar name from a pile of papers, and then admired the other party's strong handwriting.

It turns out that this problem can be solved in this way.

Wen Qiu rested his chin and relished sketching on the test paper. After correcting one test paper for about ten minutes, he finally calculated the score - Song Zongyan's test score was too easy to calculate, and there were almost no points deducted.

With a click, the door opened.

After Wen Qiu corrected a test paper, he ran to pour a glass of water to drink. The tea cabinet was facing the window, and the raindrops had drawn long water stains on the glass, making it difficult to see the appearance downstairs.

"You're here too." Wen Qiu turned around and saw Song Zongyan standing at the door, the dripping umbrella was neatly put away by him and placed on the window sill.

"Hmm." Song Zongyan seemed to pause when he saw his footsteps, and then walked straight over. "Is this?" He pointed to the test paper on the table.

Wen Qiu nodded: "Sure enough, Brother Ding called you too, why is it so late."

Song Zongyan was only a few minutes later than him, and the other party was always the one who arrived earlier when he could do this.Song Zongyan didn't explain, but his sister had a high fever last night, and she was coquettishly trying not to let him go at home at noon today, so she arrived at school a little later than usual.

Song Zongyan took half of the test paper, sat down, and said with a businesslike attitude and tone: "How much did you correct..."

The voice cut off.There was only one test paper to be corrected, and it was placed on the table in a big way.

Wen Qiu was not embarrassed. He came over and sat down next to him, pointing to the score written by his own hand: "You must be the first again this time."

Song Zongyan pursed his lips.

"I'm not favoring you. No score is fake."

Song Zongyan was silent and didn't respond. He took a pen and lowered his head to seriously correct the test paper.Song Zongyan behaved well, and every stroke seemed to be a measured measure, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Wen Qiu was on the contrary. He changed the test paper very casually, and he drew it at a glance. Several times, he almost drew a crack on the fragile paper.

"Hey, do you know what Brother Ding is up to today, why don't you come?" Wen Qiu shook his wrist, breaking the silence.

Song Zongyan was counting the points, and answered after a while: "I don't know."

"Then when will he come?"

"tomorrow."

"What about the self-study tonight?"

"I'll talk about the test paper."

"Teacher Song." Wen Qiu changed his tone and called teasingly.

Teacher Song was correcting a test paper whose handwriting was about to skyrocket, and made a lot of mistakes in the routine, which showed that this person did not write the test paper seriously at all.He raised his head slightly, and the owner of the paper was marking the score with one hand and replying the message with the other. He didn't know who he was chatting with, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Zongyan felt as if his eyes had been stung by some insect, so he stopped looking at him and wrote an unattractive score on the test paper.