Go to my home and do your homework

Later, the two of them didn't talk anymore, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, they held hands, walked through the wind and snow, step by step, and went home together.

The falling snow gradually accumulated a layer on the ground, and under the orange streetlights, the crystal snow particles shone brightly.

Qu Liaoyuan was even more dizzy from being shaken by them.

When he was downstairs, when he was about to enter the corridor of the unit, he suddenly remembered, and hurriedly wrenched his hand out of Song Ye's hand.

Their hair and shoulders were covered with snow, and when they entered the house, Gao Xiuyue didn't ask where they went, and took a towel to help them dust off the snow.

Song Ye said, "Aunt Gao, let's do it ourselves."

He took the towel, brushed off the snow from Qu Liaoyuan's hair, and then dusted off the snow from Qu Liaoyuan's shoulders, and finally tidied himself up.

Qu Liaoyuan lowered his head to look at his shoes the whole time, and then he looked at Song Ye, and immediately turned around and went to the living room by himself.

"Xiao Qu'er," Qu Dajiang asked, "Did you see my lighter?"

Qu Liaoyuan took out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket and put them on the coffee table, waiting to be criticized.

Qu Dajiang didn't say anything, and said: "Let's eat, we've already eaten, let your mother warm up the meal for you two."

Song Ye and Qu Liaoyuan were sitting together, each drinking a bowl of steaming porridge, and on the table in front of them was a plate of hot steamed buns, which were made by Gao Xiuyue herself.

The dining room and the living room at home are connected together, and the two adults watch a TV series, which is a new military-themed drama called "Soldier Assault".

This is undoubtedly the type that Qu Liaoyuan likes to watch the most, but today he was absent-minded, and after a few glances, he didn't get excited. He couldn't help thinking about what happened just now, and couldn't help but want to sneak a look at Song Ye.

"Is that silly root?" Song Ye recognized one of the actors in the TV series and turned to ask him.

Qu Liaoyuan subconsciously ducked to the side and said, "It seems...it seems to be."

Song Ye laughed, and looked at Qu Liaoyuan with a strange gaze, which was soft and had a special meaning in it.

Qu Liaoyuan couldn't describe it, but he seemed very... handsome today?

After dinner, Song Ye cleaned up the dishes and went to wash. Gao Xiuyue saw Qu Liaoyuan was still sitting at the dining table playing, and said to him bitterly, "Do you still have a little work in your eyes? You always let Xiao Ye do everything. "

In fact, Qu Liaoyuan, who was in a daze, took the rag beside him and sat there to wipe the table in front of him carelessly.

"Go and wet the rag, what are you wiping?" Gao Xiuyue said to him again, and saw his face after speaking, and said, "Why is your face so red? Isn't it cold?"

Qu Liaoyuan touched his face, feeling hot.

Gao Xiuyue also came over to touch him, then touched his forehead, and said, "I don't have a fever. Don't wipe it off, just wash your face and go to sleep. Warm yourself under the quilt, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"Oh." Qu Liaoyuan threw down the rag, obediently went to wash his face, and when he came out, he saw Song Ye talking to his parents. Normally, he must have gone to listen to what was said, but today he didn't, so he went back to the room and got under the covers.

Here, Song Ye chatted with Qu Dajiang and his wife about his father Song Zhiguo being transferred to the provincial capital prison.

Qu Dajiang said: "I asked him today to bring a quilt and clothes inside. In the past two days, I will buy him two sets of underwear and autumn clothes, and two pairs of cotton trousers. I heard that it is very cold inside."

"Our family also has a new flower quilt, which is quite thick and has not been covered. Let's bring it to him too." Gao Xiuyue said.

The two summed up a few words, but Song Ye just listened.

Qu Dajiang asked him: "Leave in the morning on January [-]rd, when the time comes, your Aunt Gao and I will pick you up from school."

"I'm not going to see him off," Song Ye said. "The final exam is coming soon, and I'm nervous about studying. I just met today, and I'll see you next time. We've seen each other a lot. Maybe we'll still quarrel."

Qu Dajiang and Gao Xiuyue looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

Song Ye suddenly asked: "Xiao Qu'er and I went for a walk in the factory just now, and the workshop has already stopped? It's not a problem to stop like this. What are you going to do next?"

If Qu Liaoyuan asked, Gao Xiuyue would be able to dismiss it with a sentence of "don't worry about this, children", but Song Ye has always shown an adult-like composure. It's just that when the child asked curiously, Song Ye asked, which made people feel that he was serious about understanding the situation.

Qu Dajiang picked up the most important ones and said: "The loss is too serious. There are two workshops that have not paid wages for a year. Later, there was no one in the factory who could take the lead. In the second half of the year, almost everything was messed up. Now they all stop and say reform."

The restructuring of state-owned enterprises is not an unfamiliar word to all employees and children of state-owned enterprises who have experienced the years from the end of the 90s to the beginning of the new century.At that time, more than a dozen state-owned enterprises, large and small, and almost all other enterprises in the city were in the wave of restructuring, and were quickly eliminated by the times. The enterprises were trapped and a large number of employees were laid off.

Song Zhiguo was ordered to revitalize the 407 factory in those few years.A few years later, he has fallen, and Factory 407 has not escaped such a fate. There is a sense of absurd reality that Song Zhiguo succeeded and Song Zhiguo failed.

Fathers always want their sons to think of themselves as heroes.Song Zhiguo was no exception. He naturally told his son how he went against the times. For comparison, he also told the negative examples of other brother units.

Song Ye probably knew what was going on with the restructuring of state-owned enterprises, and asked, "Do you want to find a private boss to buy shares? Then there will be layoffs in all likelihood."

Qu Dajiang: "...not necessarily."

"It's just that the letter of approval hasn't been released yet," Gao Xiuyue said worriedly, "Lao Li, the deputy chief of the labor and capital department, you know? The old man doesn't keep his mouth shut every day. If he knows any secrets, he will tell them outside. He told our department Xiao Zhao himself. Yes, let’s say, some people in our factory will also be laid off.”

The personnel and labor management department of the old state-owned enterprise will be the human resources department in the future.The deputy section chief "Old Li" will be an HR in the future.

Qu Dajiang was shocked, and then he couldn't help sighing. Everyone knows what "laid off" means.

Song Ye looked at him, then at Gao Xiuyue, and said, "Uncle Qu, Aunt Gao, what are your plans?"

The couple looked at each other, what are their plans?Gao Xiuyue used to be a workshop worker and later became a purchaser. Qu Dajiang has been working in the security department. Both of them are not skilled workers. After leaving the 20 factory where they have worked for nearly 407 years, what can they do in the society?

Gao Xiuyue laughed at herself: "If I'm really laid off, I can go into sales, and your uncle can find a construction site to be a security guard."

Song Ye: "..."

Qu Dajiang sighed again, compared with him, Gao Xiuyue's character is still more optimistic, Qu Liaoyuan is more like her in this respect.

"The two of us are not yet forty, and we always stay in this one-third of an acre of land. Every time we go to the city, we feel that our factory is not enough. If we are really laid off this time, it might be a good thing to go out for a break. She smiled and said, "Xiao Ye, don't worry about these things, you and Xiao Qu'er just take care of your studies and get into a good university in the future. Your uncle and I don't have a lot of money, but we have small money. It's no problem for you to go to college."

Qu Liaoyuan was lying on the bed, not falling asleep, tossing and turning, as if his whole body was uncomfortable.I simply turned on a small desk lamp clamped by the bedside, and played a shooting game on my phone for a while, my arm was a little cold, so I had no choice but to stop playing and put it back.The heating at home seems to be not too hot this year.

The TV was still on in the living room, and the voice from the TV was mixed with the voices of the three people talking outside, none of which could be heard clearly.

What are these three talking about?Why isn't Ono coming back?

But thinking that Song Ye would come back to this room to rest soon, he felt uncomfortable again.

What happened tonight?After that hug, he has been in a shy mood, as long as Song Ye looks at him, talks to him, smiles at him...he starts to blush.

If it is said that at the time of the hug, Qu Liaoyuan was still in a daze and didn't understand very well, and he seemed to be blinded by snowflakes on the way back, but after he came back, he began to understand a little bit.But also a little do not understand.

If Song Ye was a girl, or he himself was a girl, he would understand everything.

Song Ye is a boy, so is he, boy and boy?right?

Squeak—the somewhat old door was pushed open.Song Ye is back.

The end of Qu Liaoyuan's bed was facing the door, he squirmed a bit, raised his head to look at Song Ye.

Song Ye said, "Hey? Why haven't you slept yet?"

Qu Liaoyuan pretended to be familiar and said, "I was woken up by you, okay?"

Song Ye closed the door, and turned the handle to lock it—usually it is not locked.

He came in, threw his pillow at the end of the bed, and sat down at the head of the bed.

Their beds were arranged in the shape of a letter L, so that he seemed to be sitting next to Qu Liaoyuan.

He lowered his head and looked at Qu Liaoyuan.

Qu Liaoyuan suddenly felt that his face might be red again, but the desk lamp is warm, so he shouldn't be able to tell.

"Why are you blushing?" Song Ye asked him with a smile.

"I'm frozen, who is to blame?" Qu Liaoyuan had an idea, thinking of the reason.

"Blame me," Song Ye said, "I hurt you, I'm sorry."

Qu Liaoyuan didn't expect him to say that, and he said it seriously, so he was a little embarrassed, and said: "It's not that serious, I don't even have a fever, just sleep and it will be fine."

Song Ye had a slight smile on his face, and said, "No, I'm talking about something else."

Qu Liaoyuan asked: "What's the matter?"

Song Ye lowered his eyes, a little mysterious, but also a little proud, and said: "A very good thing."

Qu Liaoyuan was confused and said, "What's the matter?"

Song Ye stopped talking, and said, "You really don't have a fever? Let me feel it."

He came to touch Qu Liaoyuan's face.

Qu Liaoyuan was afraid of being found out that his cheeks were hot from shyness, so he avoided Song Ye from touching him. Convenience, Song Ye sat beside Qu Liaoyuan's bed, used his trump card to deal with Qu Liaoyuan, lifted the quilt, and squeaked him.

Qu Liaoyuan, who was afraid of ticklish, was subdued in an instant, and completely lost his fighting power. He smiled and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Xiaoye Xiaoye, brother, my dear brother, please forgive me."

He always wears an old hurdling vest as pajamas when he sleeps. The neckline and cuffs of this kind of vest are originally very large. The one he is wearing today has been washed many times, and it is no different from wearing it.After an autumn and half winter, his complexion was much fairer than in spring and summer, and he was no longer a small coal ball, but a piece of yellow rice cake.

Song Ye stopped.

Qu Liaoyuan, like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, was about to die laughing, but at this moment he stopped suddenly, panting slightly uncontrollably, and complained: "Song Xiaoye, can you stop using this trick all the time?"

Song Ye threw back the quilt to cover him up, went back to his own bed, undressed and went to sleep.

Qu Liaoyuan was still saying: "I know I'm ticklish and that's it, it's too bullying!"

Song Ye stretched out his hand to turn off the small table lamp, thinking, Little two hundred and five!Is this called bullying?