I have time

Do you have any chocolate to eat?

Yi Chengfeng showed off his [-]-meter speed, and ran to the canteen to buy a plate of old-fashioned milk chocolate before class. This kind of chocolate is packaged simply, wrapped in tin foil, with a layer of paper on the outside, without fancy fillings And dried fruit, maybe not even willing to put too much sugar, the quantity is large and not expensive, and the taste has not changed for more than ten years.

It’s not bad to deceive an eight-year-old child who has never eaten candy. Yan Yu, who has more than 4000 pens, will eat this?It's better to buy it to give him nostalgia.

Yi Chengfeng remembered that it was the second time he saw Yan Yu, if the tree and the tree were counted as one time.

Aunt Su Xiangqin worked as a part-time worker in Yan's house. Once she bought too much food and couldn't get it, she asked Yi Chengfeng to help her deliver it.It seems that Yi Chengfeng also wanted to take the initiative to help. After all, it was the mysterious Yan family. Ever since he met the beautiful young master of the Yan family and promised to take him out to play when he had time, he never had the chance to fulfill his promise.

Yi Chengfeng passed downstairs of Yan's house several times, and all he heard was the sound of the piano, the young master played the piano really well, he secretly knocked on the teacher's old piano in music class, and the sound could annoy him to death.

Yi Chengfeng helped his aunt carry the big and small bags to Yan’s house. Although Mr. Yan and his wife were not at home today, the aunt repeatedly told him not to wander around. When she finished packing the fruits and vegetables, she would take him home to eat with her cousin hamburger.

Yan's kitchen is on the first floor, and it's terribly spacious, bigger than his sleeping room.

Su Hengqin sat in the yard and packed fruits and vegetables, and Yi Chengfeng carried them to the kitchen when he packed them. The roots and tubers were put on the shelf, and the ones that were afraid of being damaged were put in the refrigerator. He wasn't worried that he couldn't do them well.

Yi Chengfeng carried things one after another, thinking that the Yan family was so good at eating, why did he keep his young master so skinny, it must be because he was always confined in the house and lacked exercise, just like the one he caught The sparrow, after feeding millet every day, would eventually wilt and die in the cage. Once released, it flew away alive and kicking within two days.

Yan's house was very quiet today, without the sound of the piano, Yi Chengfeng thought that Yan Yu must have gone out with his parents and was not at home.

Just when he walked to the kitchen door with his things for the first time, he suddenly saw a small figure standing in front of the white counter, with his back to the door, as silent as a kitten.

Yi Chengfeng was overjoyed, and just about to say hello to him, he saw Yan Yu raising his hand and pulling out a fruit knife from the knife holder, his gesture was as ordinary as taking out a pen from a pen holder.

That is, within a few breaths of being stunned, the blade in Yan Yu's hand did not cut to the beautiful green apple on the chopping board, but was gently held by his left hand.

With a very light movement, immediately, drops of blood dripped down the white palm, like bright red tears falling on a clean countertop.

This behavior obviously exceeded the cognition of a ten-year-old child, the bag in Yi Chengfeng's hand loosened, and the garlic and carrot rolled all over the ground.

Yan Yu was startled by the muffled sound, and the fruit knife in his hand fell to the table with a clang, and then slid to the ground, making a sharper sound.

Hearing the sound, Su Hengqin ran in, and watched the two children who stood there dumbfounded for a moment, not understanding the situation. Then, she saw bright red blood dripping down the young master's clenched fist, and her heart almost stopped beating in shock.

Chang Bo was called over by Su Hengqin, and while asking her to call the doctor for help, he squeezed Yan Yu's hand and put it under the faucet, causing the reddish water to flow into the pool.Then Chang Bo called someone to fetch a medical kit to temporarily treat the wound for him, disinfect it, stop the bleeding, and simply bandage it.

With tears in his eyes, Su Hengqin asked Yi Chengfeng, "What did you do in the kitchen, did you cause the young master's injury?"

In normal times, Yi Chengfeng would have exploded if he was wronged, but this time he was surprisingly quiet, staring at the hand that Chang Bo wiped with alcohol wipes and shaking his head, his mind was in a mess.

On the palm of the lactone tofu-like palm, there was a scarlet bloodstain, the wound was sharp and straight, and the flesh was slightly opened, as if cruelly cutting the most beautiful thing, exuding the pleasure of destruction.

What is he doing, young master?Cut yourself with a knife?This... is incredible!

"How did you cut your hand?" Seeing that the wound wasn't too deep, Chang Bo was a little relieved. If he handled it carefully, there probably wouldn't be any scars left.

"If you want to eat, you can tell my aunt and me that it's too dangerous to cut fruit by yourself."

Yi Chengfeng said thoughtfully, he is not cutting fruit, he is clearly cutting himself.

Yan Yu's eyelashes that had been drooping all the time suddenly lifted up to look at Yi Chengfeng, his deep black eyes seemed to be locked with a little secret that only the two of them knew, and which was reached by tacit agreement without collusion.

Looking at people like this, do you want to ask me not to expose him?Yi Chengfeng squatted down to pick up the ingredients that had fallen all over the floor, and muttered, "Maybe I accidentally dropped the bag just now, and he cut his hand when he was scared."

Yan Yu didn't expect him to say that, his big eyes were full of astonishment.

Su Hengqin poked Yi Chengfeng's forehead hard, and reprimanded him remorsefully, "You little brat is causing trouble everywhere! Look at what evil you have done, my young master will participate in competitions in a few days, how can you practice if you hurt your hand?" Qin! You! Hurry up and apologize to others! See if I will bring you out to show my eyes..."

Yi Chengfeng remembered that he had indeed apologized inexplicably. At that time, Yan Yu didn't say anything, but looked at him with the surprised eyes that he only understood.

Then, he hurt his hand, so he couldn't practice the piano, and even taekwondo, golf and other courses were affected, and he rarely had a few days of sick leave.

During the days when he was recuperating from his injuries, the young master finally had time to climb over the wall and go out with his little brother to play around, which turned out to be his happiest time.

"Don't grab the railing with that hand...you jump off, I'll follow you..."

The boy raised his face, and carefully opened his arms as if to make up for his mistakes.

After many years, Yi Chengfeng still couldn't figure it out. At that time, it was obviously just a lie made up to help Yan Yu out, but his memory seemed to have been tampered with, and he felt that the scars on his palms were all because of his own fault. .

"Here you are!" Yi Chengfeng took out a crumpled half piece of milk chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into Yan Yu's hand, "Eating this wound will soon relieve the pain, if you don't believe me, try it."

Sometimes his mother regrets beating him up so hard and buys him a big bar of chocolate.

The boys sat side by side by the pond in the late spring, sharing half a portion of chocolate piece by piece, and their mouths were full of the sweetness of the sun.

"Yi Chengfeng, I've never eaten such delicious food, will I have it next time I get injured?"

Yi Chengfeng was taken aback, "Eating this is very simple, and you don't need to get hurt. Then I won't waste the pocket money my mother gave me in the future, treat you to chocolate!"

The corners of the handsome boy's lips were stained with coffee-colored cocoa juice, which was quickly licked into his mouth by the tip of his pink tongue, revealing a blooming smile, and a pair of bright eyes shining like stars.

"But I ate too much of this, and I'm a little thirsty."

"Let's go, I'll take you to drink soda, lime soda."

Yan Yu was dragged by his hands and pulled up from the grass, and imitated Yi Chengfeng's way to slap the grass leaves off his pants.

"Sweet?"

The young master nodded frantically.

Yi Chengfeng laughed in his heart, little fool, drink this after eating chocolate, it's obviously bitter and astringent!

***

Yi Chengfeng slapped the chocolate on Yan Yu's desk, and then created a bottle of lime soda from behind.

Seeing Yan Yu collapsed on the table with his eyes closed and laughing silently, he raised his eyebrows, and a sore thought suddenly popped up in his heart, he must have been in pain when he was hit by a car, someone bought him chocolates ?

Yi Chengfeng turned back a few pages of his chemistry notes before he had the nerve to write new content on it.

What Yan Yu helped him memorize, he really went back and read it several times carefully, he couldn't break his promise to his friends, and those words were so beautiful.

Therefore, in this class, the teacher asked him a somewhat complicated molecular formula, and he actually answered it, which attracted a lot of sideways glances.

The new semester begins, and there are a lot of trivial things.

In late September, the school will hold the annual autumn sports meeting, and the sports committee is busy making tables to count the events submitted by everyone and formulate the competition plan.

On the eve of the National Day, there was also a chorus competition to welcome the National Day. All students were required to participate in the class. The literary and art committee also gathered a group of literary and artistic backbones to select the repertoire, and printed the sheet music to organize the whole class to practice.

Counting further down, there will be the Experimental Middle School Football League in October, referred to as "Shijia" for short, and the basketball game in November.

But to get rid of the colorful fog that makes the students excited, there is a more substantive and dark wave of operations: the school set the first test after the class placement after the National Day holiday. Holidays!

Yan Yu didn't go to evening self-study, and left school after school at 04:30.

The cultural committee Si Ping looked at Feng Wanyue at the next table with a dejected expression, "What should I do? The school requires that the whole class must participate in the chorus, so how can I tell Ayan? I feel like he won't agree..."

Feng Wanyue shrugged noncommittally, "Even if he agrees, how do you plan to line up? Are you sitting in the first row? It's not like taking graduation photos."

After hearing this, Si Ping became even more troubled, "Why don't you let Yi Chengfeng ask him what he means first, I think the relationship between the two of them is very good."

"Okay, then I'll go find him later, you're welcome." Feng Wanyue happily checked the homework that she had just finished, and lent him the homework to copy. It should be easy to agree to help.

Yi Chengfeng was burying his head in deep thought, as if his head was about to split open, his brows were furrowed deeply.

Patta, a ready-made homework fell from the sky, followed by Feng Wanyue's proud smile, "How is it? Let's send charcoal in the snow!"

Yi Chengfeng's homework book was blank, and what he was doing on the straw paper was the sixth question, a short answer.

The pie fell from the sky, Yi Chengfeng caught it unceremoniously, copied all the questions except the sixth question, and his handwriting flew off the wall.

"Huh? Do you think I solved this question incorrectly?" Feng Wanyue looked again, and it was not difficult to follow the questions, and he was also the representative of the physics class!

Yi Chengfeng closed her homework and pushed it back, "No, let me think about it for a while."

"..."

Taking the wrong medicine?Copying homework with reservations for the evening?

Feng Wanyue took back her homework in a snap, and instantly forgot all the things she wanted to ask him, and said angrily, "Then think about it slowly, and talk to you when you understand it!"

Seeing that the first evening self-study was about to end, Yi Chengfeng copied the few lines of questions that he had worked so hard to hold back in the blank space, and added a very ugly schematic diagram.

Then he took out his phone and took a photo with a click, found Yan Yu's name and sent it.

This is the task that Yan Yu assigned to him today, he must do it himself, no matter what it is done before seven o'clock, he must send it to him for a look.

Yi Chengfeng is like this, no matter how uncomfortable everything is to him, as long as there is a business over there, it will be over, and the depression will disappear!

He walked behind Feng Wanyue, "What do you want from me?"

Feng Wanyue grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to the side of the corridor, and then told him the worrying question of the cultural commissioner, "Si Ping wants you to find out what Ayan means. After all, it is a class activity, so just exclude him for fear of his heart. It will be hard."

Yi Chengfeng was silent for a while after listening, he had no good way to deal with this matter, if he asked Yan Yu, he would definitely not participate.

"Eh? Isn't he very good at the piano? Otherwise, let's see if we can let him play the accompaniment. The music teacher also needs to rest." Feng Wanyue praised her wit.

Yi Chengfeng shook his head, "You have to use pedals for the piano."

"It's not for participating in an international competition. You don't need to play it professionally. It's fine if you don't step on it!" Seeing that he was still hesitating, Feng Wanyue waved her hands anxiously, "Trust me! I have also learned it for a few years, although I am not as good as him. break."

"All right, I'll ask him."

Yi Chengfeng's cell phone ding-dong, he took it out and looked down, nodded at Feng Wanyue, and hurried back to his seat in the classroom.

Yan Yu returned a photo to him, probably printed out the photo of him solving the problem, and then handwritten it with a red pen and made special detailed revisions. The key steps are followed by corner marks, and the corresponding notes are listed one by one in the notes below. The theorems, formulas, problem-solving ideas used in the steps, and even the analysis of the problems he wrote wrong.

A short-answer question was changed into an exposition by him, and he also redrawn a schematic diagram of hanging him to death. Not only was the logic clear, but even the little train on it was outlined vividly.

Yi Chengfeng read it carefully twice, and after understanding it, he wrote the solution to the exercise book, and then clicked on the picture to save it.

[Breaking Waves] I understand, you wrote too much in detail!It’s really leisurely without having to study at night——

[Yan Yu] Yes, I have plenty of time, otherwise you did the seventh question too?

Yi Chengfeng pretended not to see, silently exited the chat and put away his phone.

The author has something to say:

Yi Dafeng: Wife, do you know that every time I see you hurt, my heart hurts so much!

Yan Xiaoyu: Really?so what?

Yi Dafeng: So I think you treat me the same... (wiping off the nosebleed) Is it okay if we don't have domestic violence anymore?

Yan Xiaoyu: That depends on your performance.

Yi Dafeng: Got it, I will never talk alone to people of the opposite sex who are 8 to 80 years old on any occasion...not even the same sex...every age group...I only have you in my heart!