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You Xuan cooked three dishes and one soup, and the fish-flavored shredded pork that Yang Yi ordered was among them. They were not uncommon dishes, but You Xuan made them very delicious.

Yang Yi, who had no appetite at first, couldn't hold back and ate two bowls of rice. He cleaned up all the dishes, and his happiness index gradually went up.

After the meal, Yang Yi washed the dishes and cleaned them up. The two of them didn't have many dishes, so it didn't take Yang Yi much time.After finishing the work, Yang Yi went back to his room to read a book. It seemed that it was already April, but his progress was still a little behind, and he felt flustered when he calculated the time.

This year is Yang Yi's third time applying for the postgraduate entrance examination. In his senior year, he did well in the exam. He passed the score line but was rejected in the re-examination. Last year, he didn't think about whether to continue, hesitating and wasting time. In the end, the results of the written test did not pass the line.

This time he made up his mind. Anyway, he is alone and has no other burdens. Just feed himself, and give himself an explanation by giving himself a try again.

Yang Yi has never been good at reading. He studied hard for three years in high school and only got two books in the end. This is considered extraordinary performance.

When they were in college, they needed to make reading notes for their majors. Some people may not even finish reading the original work, just find a few notes on the Internet, revise and submit them, and they can get an excellent grade, but Yang Yi has been at a loss.

He can read the original work over and over again, and copy it by hand if he really can't understand it. He often has to write and revise his reading notes several times before he can finalize the manuscript.

One of the reading notes was also reviewed by a teacher who wrote a comment - "Have a good attitude, I hope I can express my thoughts better in the future."

This note has been kept by Yang Yi, and occasionally he will look it up, but it's a pity that Yang Yi still hasn't been enlightened.

In high school, Yang Yi would still be a little flustered, looking at the report card and doubting himself over and over again, but now he is also bearish, lowering his expectations, no longer limited to the results.

Yang Yi once again dug out the small box under the bed and found a note from it.This piece of paper has been folded countless times, and it looks very worn out, and even a little force can pull it apart.

The note is ordinary scratch paper, thin and rough, and what is written on it is - "We can't predict the future, and we can't know what things we are experiencing now will support our future. Don't panic, don't be afraid."

It's just a note with one sentence, but it accompanied Yang Yi through night after night, when he had nowhere to go, when he was desperate and sad, he could always cheer up from these words.

For so many years, so many days and nights, it has been like this.

Putting the note away, Yang Yi returned to the desk and started reading.

When he opened the book, Yang Yi would not be distracted, let alone play with his mobile phone, and would devote himself to it until there was a knock on the door.

Outside the room is You Xuan asking if you want to go for a run together.

Yang Yi turned on his phone and saw that it was already 08:30, and quickly said, "Go, go, give me another minute."

"It's okay, take your time." You Xuan said outside the door.

Yang Yi stood up and took out the sportswear and put it on. He opened the door and saw that You Xuan was ready. He was dressed in running gear. No matter how many times Yang Yi couldn't help admiring the perfect lines on his body, he was able to maintain this figure. You Xuan Self-control should be pretty good.

After changing their shoes, the two of them went out together, and You Xuan asked Yang Yi how his day was.

Yang Yi thought about it, and roughly described his experiences during the day, and there was nothing special about it, but You Xuan listened carefully, without perfunctory "hmmm" or "ahah", as if what Yang Yi was saying was particularly important same thing.

This feeling is very strange. During Yang Yi's growth process, few people would be willing to take the time to listen to him, so that most of the time Yang Yi would not take the initiative to tell, and responded to the changes around him with silence.

You Xuan and Yang Yi haven't really gotten along for a long time, but it's surprising that You Xuan can easily arouse Yang Yi's desire to talk.

You Xuan's etiquette is in place, his facial expression is always gentle, and he will watch Yang Yi calmly, making Yang Yi feel that he is being valued...Yang Yi puts down the thought of thinking deeply, which can only show that You Xuan A good upbringing and a good family atmosphere are likely to make him subtly become what he is today.

Yang Yi glanced at Yang Yi, You Xuan should be a local, even if he doesn't have a house, but his family, why don't they live with them, but rent this small broken room of their own.

"You work nearby?" Yang Yi asked.

You Xuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Yang Yi suddenly asked this question, "Almost."

Without a clear answer, Yang Yi didn't break the habit of asking questions, so he had to give up.

Today their route was the same, without any disturbances along the way, they ran smoothly and returned to the community, and then met... Zhuang Ying outside the door.

What they saw was a man pulling a girl's hair thickly. The sharp-eyed Yang Yi recognized the girl's coat and hair length as Zhuang Ying.

Before he had time to think about it, Yang Yi hurried up to stop him, and You Xuan followed up tacitly, and the two of them pushed the man away.

The man yelled and cursed in dialect, trying hard to break free from the restraints of You Xuan and Yang Yi. Yang Yi struggled a bit, but You Xuan managed to control the man tightly without seeing how hard he was.

As the meeting got closer, Yang Yi realized that the beating man was also a familiar face. He also lived upstairs from Yang Yi and the others. He didn't know his name, but he was the son of Laoyou who sold pancakes.

Zhuang Ying saw the person who came and yelled softly, subconsciously straightened her messy hair, and thanked her again and again.

Yang Yi asked her, "Do you want to call the police?"

Zhuang Ying hesitated, the man scolded even more fiercely, Yang Yi couldn't listen to it, and was about to say something, but You Xuan had already punched him in the abdomen decisively, and the man was so painful that he couldn't speak immediately up.

Yang Yi: "..."

Zhuang Ying: "!!!"

Zhuang Ying looked at You Xuan and shivered unconsciously, "No, no need...he is my boyfriend."

Yang Yi reconfirmed with Zhuang Ying: "Is it really not necessary?"

Zhuang Ying shook her head.

So Yang Yi didn't insist, looked at the beating man, and said to Zhuang Ying, "I'll take you home."

They let go of the beating man. At first, the man wanted to "revenge" by cursing, but after assessing that he was weak, he dropped a few harsh words and ran away.

You Xuan and Yang Yi sent Zhuang Ying home. On the way, Zhuang Ying took the initiative to say that they had been in love for more than two years, that her boyfriend didn't have a serious job, and that she tried to start a business last year but was cheated and lost all her money. I owe a lot of money.

Now that the debtors are chasing after her, her boyfriend asks Zhuang Ying to contribute some money, but Zhuang Ying is just a working girl who really doesn't have much money and can't afford the money. The quarrel between the two is getting worse. The friend made a move on Zhuang Ying, but luckily met Yang Yi and the others.

Zhuang Ying wanted to break up, but she was a little bit reluctant to part with the relationship of the past two years.

After hearing this, Yang Yi didn't persuade him or help him out. It's okay to meet a leader on the road, but he doesn't want to get involved in other people's feelings... Besides, Zhuang Ying's matter is probably more complicated than what he saw. Lao You's son's girlfriend, but the way Lao You looks at Zhuang Ying is too explicit, and Zhuang Ying's obvious disgust towards Lao You, the meaning behind it is not suitable for Yang Yi to intervene.

Yang Yi and You Xuan didn't leave until they saw her entering the house, which was no trouble, after all, it was the distance between upstairs and downstairs.

Back home, Yang Yi was exhausted physically and mentally, and was changing his shoes. You Xuan stood behind him and suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with Zhuang Ying?"

"It doesn't matter." Yang Yi didn't think much, and answered smoothly, "It was the first time I talked to her when she was robbed that day."

"I'm curious, you're not someone who likes to meddle in other people's business, why did you help her twice in a row?" You Xuan asked a little bit this time.

"It wasn't considered helpful last time..." Yang Yi suddenly stopped talking, You Xuan's words were firm, and he subconsciously revealed a message - at least he thought he knew Yang Yi very well.

After Yang Yi changed his shoes, he got up and turned around, meeting You Xuan's eyes.

This time, You Xuan's gaze was colder, which made his whole temperament uncomfortable, a little cloudy and not as gentle as the sun in the past.

Yang Yi was taken aback, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind. Although You Xuan also helped Zhuang Ying tonight, he didn't say a word.

You Xuan suddenly put away the gloomy mood around him, and returned to his usual appearance, "I just want to say that you helped her this time today, and there may be troubles in the future."

After speaking, You Xuan also changed his shoes, "I'm going to take a shower first."

·

On the weekend, You Xuan went out, and Yang Yi did the cleaning as usual.

Weekly cleaning is a lot of work, but if left unchecked, it's easy to accumulate stains in the corners, making it even more difficult to clean up later.

Because the house was mortgaged by his uncle Wang Zemin, and he couldn't pay the money back, it was in the hands of others for several years. I heard that it was also rented out for rent.Naturally, the tenants who came and went were not as careful as Yang Yi. When it was returned to Yang Yi, the house was no different from a garbage pit, and it looked like garbage.

Yang Yi first spent several days throwing out other people's garbage, including tattered clothes, moldy and smelly food, and even used condoms.

Yang Yi was so disgusted that he lost his appetite for a few days, so he simply threw away all the furniture and pots and pans at one time. Now, all the items in the house were bought by Yang Yi himself one by one later.

But even if the furniture and owner were changed, the house still doesn't feel like a home.

After scanning, Yang Yi stretched his waist and legs, feeling energetic today, so he took out the copybook and started to practice calligraphy.

Yang Yi decided to start practicing calligraphy on a whim during the Chinese New Year, and he did put it into practice, but the effect was modest, but it was just for fun, and Yang Yi didn't expect to be able to develop his own character.

Unable to practice in the room, Yang Yi wiped the coffee table in the living room and spread it on a blanket, turned out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, set up a posture and started to practice.

He searched on the Internet, bought a copybook with a brush, and practiced on the copybook.

Not long after practicing, You Xuan came back and was quite surprised to see Yang Yi practicing brush calligraphy, "Are you still practicing calligraphy?"

"Write whatever you want."

Yang Yi's level is naturally embarrassed to be seen by You Xuan, and he is in a hurry to put it away, but You Xuan is one step ahead of him, reaching out and pressing Yang Yi's wrist, "Let me see."

Yang Yi let go of his hand and showed You Xuan that a piece of paper with rough edges was full of "one" in uneven layers.

"Just started practicing?" You Xuan asked.

"Ah."

You Xuan watched Yang Yi's handwriting practice and slightly curled his lips. He re-laid the rough-edged paper, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote a few strokes on the paper.

You Xuan writes very steadily, just a few strokes are enough to beat Yang Yi ten times.

After writing the strokes, You Xuan paused, and took up the pen again to write the word Yang Yi, which was still written in the traditional form of Yang.

Yang Yi has written his name for more than [-] years and still stays at the level of chicken feet, and he can't feel that there is anything special about these two characters, but it feels completely changed after being written by You Xuan's hand.

"It looks good." Yang Yi praised.

"Li Yu, your name means a bird spreading its wings and about to fly high."

What does "Yi" mean? When Yang Yi was in elementary school, he went through the dictionary on purpose, but then he gradually forgot, thinking that the name is just a code name. There is nothing special about Yang Yi, and the name is the same.

Unexpectedly, he was already in his twenties, and someone would tell him the meaning of his name, and this person had a handsome voice, a nice voice, and his handwriting was amazingly good.

"Why did you remember to practice calligraphy?" You Xuan put down his pen and asked.

"I finally realized that my handwriting is too ugly, and I want to actively save myself." Yang Yi looked at the words on the paper, and some memories floated in his mind. He paused and said, "The good-looking handwriting feels really It’s different, I had a... pen pal in high school, and his handwriting was beautiful, but I couldn’t even read the handwriting clearly, and thinking about it now, it’s hard for him.”