Go to my home and do your homework

In the late spring of that year, time was long and slow, leisurely and leisurely.

Early in the morning, Qu Liaoyuan wandered out of the house, locked the door casually, and wanted to go downstairs to go to school.

He was carrying a one-shoulder black schoolbag loosely, and he was wearing a blue and white school uniform with the zipper open, revealing the striped sea soul shirt inside.

Recently, the sea soul shirt has suddenly become popular. This is a gift he asked his parents for his 16th birthday a while ago. He likes it very much. He can’t wait for summer, so he wears it under his school uniform. , Walking with wind these few days, I feel so cool about myself - he, Qu Liaoyuan, is the most beautiful boy in the entire 407 factory.

The family courtyard in the factory area where his family lives has more than a dozen old-fashioned buildings with five floors, and the residents are all employees and family members of the 407 factory of the state-owned enterprise.

Qu Liaoyuan's family lived on the second floor. He had just walked down a few steps when the anti-theft iron door on the opposite side was opened. A boy wearing the same school uniform came out and called him, "Xiao Quer."

Standing at the bottom of the steps, Qu Liaoyuan grinned at him.

As if receiving some kind of signal, the other party immediately showed a defensive look in cooperation.

The boy is well-grown, with especially good-looking eyebrows and eyes. He is called a handsome boy by the girls in Banli Hahan. The school uniform is clean and tidy from the neckline to the bottom of the trousers. The laces on both sides of the hockey shoes are tied Be meticulous, the same brand of backpack.There is a sense of delicacy that is slightly out of place in this cramped and dark corridor.

Against him, Qu Liaoyuan looked like a handsome underage gangster.

The little hooligan said in a very hooligan tone: "Xiao Ye, good morning."

Song Ye who was called suddenly frowned and said, "You barked again, what Xiaoye? Call me brother."

Qu Liaoyuan swung his shoulder schoolbag back, raised his foot, and with his long legs, stepped on the rusty iron handrail of the stairs very impolitely, blocking the narrow corridor tightly with his whole body, like a ruffian He laughed and said, "It's okay to call me brother, bring me the math paper from yesterday, and let me copy it."

Song Ye locked the door with a key and said, "Why didn't you do it? What did you do last night? Don't borrow it, do it yourself."

Qu Liao took it for granted, "If I know how to do it, why should I copy yours?"

When Song Ye came down, Qu Liaoyuan blocked him like a troublemaker, he made a gesture to push, but he didn't really push hard, and threatened verbally: "Be careful if I push you down, I'll give you a concussion , eighth-level disabled, unable to take care of themselves."

"That's great, you push and push," Qu Liaoyuan held his head high, smiling and playing tricks, "If I don't pass the mock exam next time, it will all be due to you. It's better to be disabled at the tenth level. Be careful. I depend on it forever."

Song Ye laughed and said, "It's just you, it's no wonder you can pass the exam, you really want to rely on me."

At this time, they are approaching the senior high school entrance examination, and there are mock exams every week.

The most recent time, Qu Liaoyuan played normally and got No. 19 in the exam. There are 27 students in the whole class.

Song Ye, his classmate in front of him, has not fallen out of the top two.

The two half-year-old teenagers pushed and went downstairs, and a short, fat young man came out from the neighbor's house on the first floor, with his back combed and shiny, holding the most fashionable slider phone in his pocket, rushing to go to work , seeing the two brothers blocking the corridor entrance, scolded: "Hey, what are you two playing? You're going to be late for school!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Qu Liaoyuan caught sight of a motorcycle parked in the corridor that obstructed the neighbors' travel, so he hugged Song Ye's shoulders, and the two stood side by side, blocking the road tightly with the motorcycle.

"We are only a few steps away from school, so we are not afraid of being late. It's Xiao Yang, you are going to be late," Qu Liaoyuan said maliciously, "You will be deducted from your wages if you are late, so you can still afford fuel for this broken motorcycle. ?"

"Go ahead and call your mother," Xiao Yang shouted towards the second floor, calling for foreign aid, "Aunt Gao! Come and see your Liaoyuan!"

The second floor was completely silent.

"Stop screaming, my mother is on a business trip and hasn't come back yet." Qu Liaoyuan said.

Xiao Yang said: "Where's your father? Uncle Qu! Uncle Qu!"

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Hey, is it a coincidence? Old Qu worked the night shift yesterday and didn't come back."

Xiao Yang, who had failed to sue, looked at Song Ye, lowered his voice an octave, and said, "Then I'm called Director Song."

Song Ye smiled and said, "Brother Yang, are you pretending to be confused? Didn't you hear it last night? My father and my stepmother fought again, and the fight was so violent that the husband and wife ran away from home and have not returned. You call, If I can call him back, I will lose."

Xiao Yang: "..."

Qu Liaoyuan: "..."

Yesterday the Qu family's parents were not at home, he went to other people's house to play until very late and then came back, he missed the fun at the opposite door's house, without knowing it.

He stopped making trouble, moved aside, and put his hands loosely on Song Ye's shoulders.

Xiao Yang pushed the motorcycle in the corridor and went out.

Qu Liaoyuan still remembered why he wanted to make trouble for this brother, and said seriously: "Comrade Xiao Yang, what is the public garage for? You have to steal the laziness of these two steps. Such a big motorcycle is parked in the corridor, blocking everyone's way. Believe it or not, I'll puncture your tire next time?"

"Okay, I know, I'm not very old, and there are so many things going on every day." Comrade Xiao Yang got on the bike, waved his hand impatiently, and left.

Song Ye said: "Why are you bothering with this business? Talking too much annoys him, and he throws rubbish at your door. It's not like he hasn't done this before."

Qu Liaoyuan said: "He dares to try again, I really punctured his tires, every time he goes to refuel, I will let him go once, and I am more bearish than me? Who have I been afraid of?"

Song Ye laughed too, and said, "Xiong Da, have you had breakfast yet?"

Qu Liaoyuan patted his schoolbag and said, "I took a bag of milk and two egg yolk pies. Do you want Xiong Er? I'll give you one."

"It's no wonder that you can eat this kind of food." Song Ye pushed him, "Let's go, brother treats you to breakfast, tofu brain, I'll give you a brain supplement."

"Get out, you're just a few days older than me, so be ashamed to always be my brother." Qu Liaoyuan scolded with a smile, but didn't annoy him, and said, "I still want to eat steamed buns. My mom is coming back today, so I'll ask her to pack some more for you." Return the dumplings to you."

Song Ye said: "Okay."

They were born in the same year and the same month, and their birthdays were only six days apart.

When the family courtyard was built and the two families moved in and became counterparts, Song Ye and Qu Liaoyuan had already started to remember things.

The two little boys who were still wearing crotch pants were about the same age, and soon they played together. Later, they went from nursery to kindergarten, then to preschool, to six years in elementary school, and now they are almost finished in the third year of junior high school. Both of them are in the children's school of 407 Factory In school, they have always been classmates, and have never been separated.

The school and the family home are separated by a road. It takes about 5 minutes to walk from the building where Song Qu's family lives to the door of the classroom.

There is a snack bar at the gate of the family courtyard and the gate of the school, diagonally opposite to the gate. It was supposed to be for the arena. The two seem to have negotiated. One mainly sells steamed buns and various porridges, while the other specializes in deep-fried dough sticks and tofu. After so many years, they live in peace and harmony, and each is prosperous.

Qu Liaoyuan's mother is a purchaser in the factory, and his father works in the security department. The income of the family is average, and he doesn't have much pocket money on a daily basis. When he comes to these two snack bars, Song Ye invites him eight out of ten times. Song Ye went to his house for dinner.

Song Ye bought a drawer of steamed buns on one side, packed them up, and took them to the other side with Qu Liaoyuan. He ordered two bowls of tofu nao and two deep-fried dough sticks. They chatted about yesterday's events while eating.

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Yesterday I was not at home, and it was past ten o'clock when I came back. What happened to your father and that girl?"

Song Ye said: "I don't know, sometimes the two of them turn their faces inexplicably, and they fight while talking. Where have you been?"

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Go to Wen Cong's house to play, his father bought him a new computer, he asked me to go to his house to play."

Song Ye glanced at him and said: "It's not that there is no one in my house, and no one will play when I leave it alone. Why don't you go to play? You won't go if you are told."

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Aren't you afraid that your stepmother will be unhappy? Every time I go back, she always put on a face, she is quite a pretty girl..."

"What's so good about it?" Song Ye said, "It's so ugly."

Although his stepmother was a bit like that, before she married Director Song, she was also a flower in the factory, how could she be ugly?

Qu Liaoyuan couldn't remember what Song Ye's mother looked like. When she died, he and Song Ye were both seven years old.Looking at the photos and hearing from my parents, Song Ye's mother is very beautiful, and Song Ye looks more like her mother.

Qu Liaoyuan stopped talking about this, and said: "Your home is a desktop computer, and Wen Cong just bought a laptop computer, which cost more than 1 yuan. What about discrete graphics cards and dual-core processors?" Yes, I don’t quite understand either, anyway, it can be used to play World of Warcraft, and the computer is so thin.”

He made a gesture and was amazed: "It can be half thinner than the one used by our head teacher."

Song Ye said: "Wen Cong's father has suspended his job without pay. He has been in the sea for several years. He should have made a lot of money. It's so strange to buy him a computer worth more than 1 yuan. Can you stop thinking about playing all day long? The grades, there are still three months until the senior high school entrance examination, with your score, what will you do then?"

Qu Liaoyuan said unconcernedly: "It's just a good thing that I don't get into high school. I'm going to join the army. Maybe I can be assigned to a unit with brother Jian. When he comes back this year during Chinese New Year, you happened to go on a trip with your dad, and you didn't see him. He's grown taller now, and he's also darkened a lot, wearing that military uniform, he's a soldier of the people, not to mention how handsome he is."

Song Ye poured cold water on him: "Do you think it's that simple to be a soldier? Chang Jian has connections in his family, do you have one in your family?"

Qu Liaoyuan just said it casually, and he was a little unhappy when he said it. He thought yes, yes, I don't have a factory director father, so I didn't say anything, just lowered my head and snorted and drank tofu nao.

After Song Ye finished speaking, he regretted it and said, "I did it for your own good."

Qu Liaoyuan bared his teeth at him, and said in a ruffian way: "Nonsense, otherwise I will beat you early."

Song Ye wanted to say something, but smiled again.

Qu Liaoyuan suddenly thought of more important things, and said, "I'm done eating! Ono Ono, bring me your math paper and let me copy it."

Song Ye said indifferently: "Xiaoye, what Xiaoye? Call me brother."

Qu Liaoyuan had no backbone, and shouted in multiple voices: "Brother, brother, brother, let me copy it quickly. The math teacher let me go yesterday. I will definitely check my paper today. I can't do the next few big questions. empty!"

Song Ye refused to copy it for him, so he forcibly went to find Song Ye's schoolbag, and even rubbed the hand that took the fried dough stick on Song Ye's clean school uniform, Song Ye scolded him loudly while hiding.

The lady proprietress of the snack bar was free at the moment, she was sitting beside her flipping through an old copy of "Youth Digest", she looked up to see the two children making a fuss, she couldn't stop laughing.

After school that evening, we went back downstairs together.Xiao Yang's motorcycle is not in the corridor.

Before going up, Qu Liaoyuan said, "Go to my house and do your homework."

Song Ye said: "I'm going to your house and let you copy your homework?"

Qu Liaoyuan said angrily, "I'm afraid you'll go home alone... Forget it, you don't know good people, and you won't go if you like. I won't copy your homework!"

He went up the stairs first, and Song Ye immediately understood.

On the second floor, Qu Liaoyuan opened the door of his own house and went in, followed by Song Ye.

The two of them didn't talk, they sat on both sides of the desk, doing their homework separately, and didn't mention the previous problem again.

After a while, Qu Liaoyuan finished copying English words and Chinese poems, and it was time to do math papers and physics papers. He sat there biting the penholder, no way.

After Song Ye finished writing a paper and put it aside, he pretended nothing happened, pulled the paper over quickly and started copying.

Song Ye: "..."

A few days later, during a big class break, the background music of health exercises was playing on the speakers.

Qu Liaoyuan took a nap on the table.

Wen Cong, who was sitting in the front row of him, turned around and said mysteriously, "Xiao Qu'er, let me tell you some news."

Qu Liaoyuan raised his chin and said, "What?"

Wen Cong whispered, "Young Master Song is going abroad."

Most of the students in the class are children of Factory 407, and a few are children of brother factories that do not have factories running schools nearby.Many students call Song Ye "Song Gongzi" behind their backs, which is not a compliment.

Qu Liaoyuan straightened up and said blankly, "What nonsense, he wants to be admitted to No. [-] Middle School."

Wen Cong became even more mysterious, and said, "You don't know, do you? Can someone tell you this kind of secret? It costs a lot of money to go abroad, you know."

Qu Liaoyuan seemed to understand but didn't understand, so he asked, "You mean Uncle Song is greedy..."

Wen Cong hurriedly covered his mouth: "I didn't say that!"