special stargazing

After a game, the sky has gradually darkened.

The ten players on the field were trained together by the coach for a few times, and they took out the tactical analysis book and copied their names and wrote down their shortcomings in the game.The coach was specially hired by Shi Er from the city. He was very patient and had his own way of teaching these special teenagers.

In the beginning, the members of the school team were afraid that the coach would dislike them, so they were cautious in everything they did. Only now did they realize that not everyone regarded them as outliers.

"Night travel."

The coach shouted, seeing that the boy was still in a daze, he wanted to hit him on the head with the tip of a pen.Finding that there was a gap in height, the coach had no choice but to tap his shoulder, "Why are you in a daze? It's your turn to write."

According to the rules of the school team, after the game, everyone has to write suggestions to the other nine players on the field. The tags are nothing more than "dribbling the ball too floaty", "fancy moves", "cookie playing" and so on.

However, Sheng Yexing's attention was not on his teammates and opponents. He grabbed the pen and looked at the expectant eyes of his teammates, not knowing what to write for a while.

"Give me the pen," the coach snatched the pen, and sighed a long time, "You... have been distracted since halftime. The teacher wrote you 'difficulty concentrating', is it okay?"

"Well, it's me."

Sheng Yexing's eyes hadn't turned yet, and he stood on tiptoe and glanced around the field from time to time, "You write."

After tidying up a bundle of towels and picking up the mineral water bottles that had been thrown on the floor, Sheng Yexing led the team members to disband and began to put on their school uniforms and walk outside the school.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Lu Jianxing a message:

--where?

Lu Jianxing should be playing with his mobile phone, and he returned quickly:

- bedroom.

——You just went back by yourself?

--have you eaten?

Just about to continue typing, Li Dingxi suddenly put his arms around Sheng Yexing's neck from behind, and patted him on the shoulder, "Boss, which girl is it? Zhuang Rou? Or the sister we met when we were playing in the north of the city?" ?”

"Wow, you don't know," Gu Qunshan also said, "It's just that smile that you can still look at your phone just after catching the ball... Fortunately, I know your personality, otherwise I can think that you have sunk in love! "

Another team member who followed behind rushed forward: "Captain, do you like loli or sister Yu?"

"Do you know that little wolf dogs are very popular now? Our boss is like this," Gu Qunshan said with a smile, "That must be Miss Yu."

The team members pushed and shoved Gu Qunshan: "I also think that our boss likes aloof ones."

"Damn it, with his personality, looking for someone with a cold temper, what do you two do every day? Covering the quilt and just chatting? Sleeping on the electric blanket?" Li Dingxi rolled his eyes.

Sheng Yexing: "..."

He took a few quick steps forward with his basketball bag on his shoulders, not wanting to talk to these nonsense people at all.

What Miss Yu?What's so cold?

No matter how you sleep on an electric blanket, you can blindly snatch one.

"Don't mix things up." Sheng Yexing was a little irritable, and couldn't bear this kind of guessing, so he insisted on turning over the board: "It's just a child, I have to take care of it."

Gu Qunshan jumped up "Aww", "I know!"

Sheng Yexing pushed away his bear hug: "You know what you know, let's go."

"First a friend, then a sister, and finally a baby." Gu Qunshan whispered.

This group of team members who had never experienced the storms brought by Sheng Yexing started to whistle, and they whistled so loudly that Sheng Yexing's brain ached.

After leaving the school through the main gate of the second city, Sheng Yexing stood on the street for a while before deciding to go to the grocery store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

When buying cigarettes, he hesitated for a long time, and chose a pack of foreign cigarettes that he never touched.

Orange burst.

As soon as he bit the popping pearl, his mouth was filled with a bittersweet taste.

At six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, the sky has gradually turned dark, and the neon lights in the distance are flickering, painting the faces of passers-by with a layer of pink that shouldn't be there.

The location of Shier is strange and weird. The melon and fruit stalls next to Mingming Alley are delicious and sweet. There are also young people in school uniforms passing by in a hurry. There are many cats and dogs barking, but the surrounding buildings are always wrapped in an unspeakable layer. "Dead breath".

From the first day he came to this school, he heard a lot of bad rumors, most of which were spread from the public and the school.Some people say that "unknown" here is to gather together a large group of problematic and defective products abandoned by God.

Sheng Yexing doesn't care.

He rode his motorcycle from south to east, riding the wind down, without thinking about anything else. His illness often made him feel like he was drunk, but his eyes were clear and he was unwilling to give in to desire.

The distance between his home and school is thirty to forty kilometers, and he thought every day that he could die on this road.

He is not the boy in the idol drama who wears a school uniform and runs in the sun.

He is wild enough to love wandering.

Born in the rainy night, and slept in the wind.

After finishing the three cigarettes, Sheng Yexing felt that he was forced to go to the non-staple food store to buy another bottle of soda.

When he just learned to smoke, he was often so hot by the smell of smoke that his throat was so suffocated that he couldn't speak or want to speak for a week. When the teacher forced him to speak, he would always stare at others.

When the two sides clashed together, Sheng Yexing had a violent temper and couldn't hold back anything.

It's all right now, I'm getting acquainted with my classmates and teachers, and I have my own life and tasks.

I only need to think about three things every day-

Did I take my medicine today?

What is the little autistic doing?

When will I die?

Pretty good, life is that simple.

Halfway through drinking a bottle of soda, Sheng Yexing walked out of the non-staple food store wearing a thin school uniform, only to find that it was almost dark outside.

Although the street lights at the school gate were faint, some small white falling objects could be vaguely found.The weather forecast did not say that it would snow today, and there was no response from Moments. It seems that it should be sleet.

He stood under the tree for a while, then kicked the trunk of the tree.

The sound of "哗啦——" gradually, the accumulated rain and small snow particles on the tree flew down, and Sheng Yexing's head was drenched.

He plucked a handful of stubble, smiled and scolded: "Fuck me."

I don't know who I'm scolding.

Then, Sheng Yexing turned on the lighter with a "呲儿", and lit another cigarette.

He took a long way around with his pockets in his pocket. He originally said that he would go to the farmer's market to see if there was an open deli, and buy some bread to go back. Otherwise, it would be such a cold day. The scourge will definitely stay in bed again.

The farmers' markets began to close one after another at seven or eight in the evening, and Sheng Yexing didn't buy anything.

The owner of the bakery said that it was raining and snowing today, and the stalls were closed early, only to see steamed buns for sale at the street corner.

The breakfast of steamed buns is cold in the morning of the next day.

Forget it.

There is a light at the entrance of the market that has not been turned off. It looks like a pave selling chicken, duck and fish. It seems to be selling something else in front of the pave.

Sheng Yexing rubbed his hands, and trotted over with the drops of water on his forehead.

He stood firm, tapped the rattan baskets scattered on the ground with his toes, bit down the filter mouth, and said, "Old man, here... how do you sell it?"

The old man raised his head slowly, rolled up his cuffs and reached in to pick: "Ah, which one do you want?"

Sheng Yexing: "It's all red?"

Old man: "There are also green ones."

Sheng Yexing: "..." Green is not auspicious.

"I really want to buy it." He squatted down holding the basketball bag and wiped the water from his forehead. "Is there any color that hasn't been dyed?"

"Yes, I'll look for it for you." The old man stretched his hand a little deeper, "Is it okay if the top of your head is dyed red?"

"Okay." Sheng Yexing said.

Isn't it good to dye the top of the head red, like wearing a Santa hat?

Hey, he thought this thing was only available at the gate of elementary school when he was a child.

After paying the money and putting this little thing into the pocket of his school uniform, Sheng Yexing was as careful as holding a cluster of small flames, thanked him and walked back.

The iron shutter door of the grocery store was a third of the way closed, and a dirty Santa Claus doll was hanging on it.

If Sheng Yexing remembered correctly, he had seen this doll here last year and the year before last.

This year is still you.

Sheng Yexing looked down at the phone calendar, counted the dates, and then returned to the non-staple food store for the third time, turned over a 20 yuan and a [-] yuan banknote, and smoothed them with his cold hands.

"Angkor, I'll buy another thing." Sheng Yexing greeted the boss while biting a cigarette.

"Oh, how many times have you been here? Why don't you finish shopping at once? Have you eaten yet?" Boss Wu smiled and took out the code scanning machine.

"I won't eat." Sheng Yexing said, "Are there any socks here?"

As he was speaking, a living thing suddenly moved in the pocket of the school uniform, Sheng Yexing quickly put his palm in and pressed it down gently - don't move!

"I've been buying socks recently, what's the reason?" Boss Wu muttered, "What kind do you want?"

Sheng Yexing picked out a photo found on the Internet and showed it to Boss Wu, "Christmas stockings can hold things."

"Ah... I don't have this stuff here." Boss Wu said, "I'll buy some later, you can come and see it?"

"Success, thank you Angkor." Sheng Yexing frowned and put the phone back in his pocket.

He kicked away the pebbles blocking the way at the entrance of the non-staple food store, bit the collar of the school uniform and pulled down the zipper, and then pocketed the small live thing he was holding in his hand, feeling a little nervous.

For such a small thing, the wind blowing these few steps outside should not kill it.

Walking mysteriously from downstairs of the dormitory, some small snow particles fell on Sheng Yexing's shoulders, and he patted them with warm palms, which could always turn those sugar-salt-like whites into puddles of water stains.

He shouted to turn on the lights in the corridor, strode up the stairs and ran towards the fifth floor.

It was Li Dingxi who knocked on the door.Wrapped in a down jacket, he reached out to pat the water drops on Sheng Yexing's shoulders, "Ouch", his arms couldn't stop shaking: "What time is it, boss! I came back first, where did you go?"

"Agricultural Market."

Sheng Yexing dodged the force of Li Dingxi's collision, "Where's Lu Jianxing?"

"I just went out to fetch boiled water. I saw that he was staggering when he walked today, and he was a little worried. I said I would come, but he said no, so I..."

"You don't know how to chase them out?"

"Boss, why are you so double-standard," Li Dingxi said, "I have ADHD and my hands shake when I carry water on my head!"

Sheng Yexing motioned him to get out of the way, but his mouth still didn't stop, "He better not fall on the road, the kettle is so hot."

"Oh, why are you so worried?"

"..." Sheng Yexing looked at him, "You didn't worry about where you were going."

After entering the dormitory and sitting down, Sheng Yexing saw Lu Jianxing's table full of broken yarns, all tangled together in one place, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

What are these two restless people and cats doing in the dormitory?

"Ah... Lu Jianxing came back this afternoon and took a pair of new socks and came out to unpack them. Then he didn't say what he was going to do. He sat down and started pointing scissors at me." Li Dingxi patted his chest, "I'm so fucking I thought he was going to stab me with scissors!"

"Then?"

"Without saying a word, he cut off the neck of the sock, and then cut off the other one with a 'click'. Then I don't know why, he just pulled the thread ends of one pair, pulling and pulling, If you become addicted, the other one will be lost..."

"..."

Sheng Yexing imagined the appearance of the little autistic stroking the cuffs of his school uniform, catching a pair of scissors and tearing his socks. He felt a little terrified, and continued to ask, "What is he cutting socks for? Did he tell you?"

"I asked him, I said, what are you doing with these things? Tell me if the socks are too big or too small, and I'll change them for you. He looked at me a few times, but didn't say a word." Li Dingxi said.

Hearing his description, Sheng Yexing was speechless, "You have to ask directly why you cut the socks. He doesn't understand anything else."

"I sympathize with you so much, and I will be with him for more than half a year." Li Dingxi patted him on the shoulder, "Hold on buddy."

"He didn't tell you why in the end?"

"No. Oh, it's nine o'clock."

Li Dingxi yawned, and walked around Sheng Yexing with a washbasin in his hand, "Boss, I'm going to take a bath, Lu Jianxing should be back soon."

The air conditioner was turned on in the dormitory, and the heating was sufficient to heat up the cold air in the entire dormitory.

Sheng Yexing had only come in for less than 10 minutes, and his back was already sweating. He glanced at Lu Jianxing's cut-off socks on the table, and decided to put the little creature in his arms into it.

The neck of the sock was just cut, and the space inside was just right for such a sock. The more Sheng Yexing looked at it, the more satisfied he was, and he found an adhesive hook and put it on the head of the bed.

He took out the woolen ends that Lu Jianxing had cut and sifted a few warm-colored ones, tied them into long strips, and tied a bow on the neck of the little creature.

"Sheng Ye Xing."

As soon as he finished these things secretly, he heard someone calling himself behind him.

Lu Jianxing rolled up his trouser legs, like a rice transplanter, his school uniform was slightly loose on his upper body, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet and sticky.

He squeezed his sleeves, and Sheng Yexing found some kind of small bottle in his palm.

"What are you taking? Why did you cut the socks here again?" Sheng Yexing became strict, "It's not safe to take a pair of scissors in the dormitory, you know?"

"Yeah." Lu Jianxing pursed his lips, "Christmas."

"what?"

"Christmas."

He repeated, first raised the water-blue glass bottle in his hand, and suddenly pressed the pump to spray it on Sheng Yexing, "Perfume."

"I rely on!"

This stuff is like anti-wolf spray, and it smells good, but the sudden stimulation made Sheng Yexing take a few steps back, frowning and smelling his shoulders and hands, "Spray on me What does perfume do?"

Lu Jianxing's answer was very direct: "It smells good."

"But you can't just spray it on others, you..."

Before he finished "teaching", Lu Jianxing opened the closet and sprayed it, and then sprayed it on his bed, then with a smile on his lips, he stuffed the bottle of perfume into Sheng Yexing's hand.

Lu Jianxing opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Sheng Yexing remained silent, waiting for his next sentence.

"Send," trying to calm down, Lu Jianxing pointed at Sheng Yexing after saying the first word, "You."

hot.

Sheng Yexing can only feel that this bottle of perfume...is fucking...heated...

I don't know what to heat it with.

Boiling water?

Who told Lu Jianxing to warm up after spraying perfume in winter? !

"Are you still hot?" Sheng Yexing looked at him in disbelief, and now he finally understood what Tang Han meant by "can't understand".Their ideas are single and direct enough, as if they can do anything.

Lu Jianxing nodded, very obediently, "Yes."

"Then, I thank you."

Sheng Yexing was curious about this bottle of perfume, held it in his hand, and said: "From now on...don't spray it on the bed, it's like air freshener. Perfume is not for that."

"From now on, it's yours."

No matter how hard Sheng Yexing tried to understand Lu Jianxing's speech, he was still stuck, "Huh?"

"smell."

Lu Jianxing said suddenly, closed his eyes, "It's good to sleep."

Sheng Yexing: "..."

He really wanted to take a notebook to write down the teasing words that Lu Jianxing had left behind by pretending to be cute in front of him these days.

Who can stand it.

"Where are the socks?" He took a deep breath, thinking that the storm should be more violent now, but after receiving the first gift, he had a vague guess in his heart, "Is it the Christmas stocking you cut for me?"

Lu Jianxing lowered his head and turned the pages of the book, while grinding out a monosyllabic nasal voice, "En."

Forget it, the words "Look at your bedside table" and "Guess what I bought for you" are not suitable for Lu Jianxing at all, Sheng Yexing directly reached out to take his little gift from the bedside and handed it to See the star in front of the road.

When Lu Jianxing looked down, he felt that the touch in his heart seemed impossible to describe in words.

It's a chick.

The little yellow cubs he saw at the gate of the school when he was in kindergarten and elementary school were fluffy, with black eyes, flippers on soft socks, and a pile of bad dye "accidentally" on the top of his head Red cap.

"I gave it to you... Do you like it? I went to the non-staple food store today and asked Angkor to find me a Christmas gift, but he said he couldn't find it. He will let me know when he has it." Sheng Yexing said.

"Then next year," Lu Jianxing continued, pinching the sock that wrapped the chick cub, "I'll ask about it too."

Sheng Yexing thought of Old Wu's strange eyes, and said why there were so many people recently, so he could only say, "No wonder."

"Christmas," Lu Jianxing said, "is the 25th of the month."

"Well, you take care of it first." Sheng Yexing rubbed his hair, and there were still drops of water on his body.

"Live."

"Yes, don't you like it?"

Glancing at him, Sheng Yexing quickly looked away, "It's useless if you don't like it, I've already bought it."

Lu Jianxing's face was full of doubts, before he opened his mouth, Sheng Yexing said again: "At the end of the month, you can cook chicken soup...or do you prefer braised chicken?"

After he finished speaking, Lu Jianxing felt the little chick in his palm groan.

Lu Jianxing: "..."

Chicken soup...

This will have to last until Christmas next year.