MVP in the next examination room

Yuan Che stopped in front of the door and gave Tang Ran a "nuclear" smile.

Sleeves rolled up very naturally.

"Are you home?" Tang Ran put one leg on the ground, looked at Yuan Che who put down the car and walked towards him, and politely refused, "It's getting late, I won't go in and sit..."

Enthusiastic fists rushed towards him with the wind between them.

Tang Ran was startled, instinctively raised his hand, pinched Yuan Che's wrist accurately, and said, "No, this classmate, the way you express your gratitude... is so special?"

Yuan Che sneered: "Is there something more special, try it?"

"No," Tang Ran looked around and realized that this place is really remote. It's not easy to find a small guest house, let alone a hotel. She was worried and didn't want to fight. "It's not good for your family to hear."

Sensing Yuan Che's wrist loosened, Tang Ran also let go.

The two sides were silent for a moment, and Tang Ran hesitated to speak first: "Wait, I forgot to ask something just now, have you... finished your homework?"

Yuan Che: "..."

"After finishing writing, take a photo and send it to me, okay?" Tang Ran didn't see anyone, and asked while searching the hotel with his mobile phone, "It's mainly about digitization."

"Not good," Yuan Che retorted coldly, "I didn't take it."

"That's it," Tang Ran said, "Come out early tomorrow? Let me go to the classroom to make up my homework."

This was the first time Yuan Che heard that he made up his homework and asked others to go early.

He said impatiently: "On the table, take it yourself."

Tang Ran was very happy: "Alright."

Seeing Yuan Che push the cart into the door, Tang Ran also turned around and exited the alley.

The mountain bike was parked in the small courtyard. Before entering the house, Yuan Che heard the sound of babbling and singing from the living room.

He went back to his grandfather's house.

Grandpa Yuan Che is hard of hearing, and usually communicates with people by roaring, and he has to turn up the volume to the loudest when watching TV, so he didn't hear Yuan Che's sound of opening the courtyard door at all. When he stood at the door of the living room, he was surprised that his grandson had arrived. .

"Cheche?" Grandpa Yuan Che's hand on the knee froze, quickly picked up the remote control to turn down the volume of the TV, and stood up from the sofa, "Just after school? Why didn't you say in advance if you want to come... hungry Right? I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

"No need, grandpa." Yuan Che subconsciously glanced towards the master bedroom, "I'm not hungry. Grandma is already asleep?"

"I'm going to bed early," Grandpa Yuan Che didn't care, "It's okay, I'm a deep sleeper, so I can't wake her up."

Yuan Che smiled knowingly: "She is... mad at you again."

He guessed right, as long as the old lady went to bed earlier than usual, she must be throwing a tantrum with the old man.

It’s okay not to mention it, but when I mentioned it, the old man immediately asked his grandson to comment angrily: "Cheche, come on, you give a comment, I am so mad today... Do you think you need to peel cucumbers to eat!? Huh? I told her no need to hit her, but she insisted on hitting me, and she thought I was not particular! Tell her, do you need to hit me or not!"

"I..." Yuan Che was forced to face this century-old problem as soon as he entered the door, and was at a loss for words, "Anything is fine..."

The old couple were getting old and had nothing else to do, so they often argued over such trivial matters.Although Yuan Che is used to it, he is still refreshed by new "debating topics" every time. Every time he is pulled to comment, he does not dare to take sides, so he has to remain neutral cautiously.

The old man looked at his grandson with a slightly embarrassed expression, after all he was not willing to continue to embarrass him.

"Do you still do your homework?" Grandpa Yuan Che looked at the clock on the wall, "If you don't write, hurry up and go to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow morning."

"Well, don't write." Yuan Che secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "You go to bed early, too."

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Eleven twenty in the evening.

After Yuan Che finished washing, he glanced at his phone.

There is a new message prompt.

He casually clicked——

Tang Ran: Are you asleep?

Yuan Che didn't think about it at first, but after thinking for a while, he replied concisely: Yes.

Tang Ran: ...naughty.

Tang Ran: I was thinking, you still have to go early tomorrow.

Tang Ran: I just found out that I don't know what homework is.

Tang Ran: Opposite, are you watching?

Yuan Che glanced coldly at the strange two words behind the ellipsis, and replied: Not here.

Tang Ran: Well, just say if it’s okay.

Yuan Che: Ask the monitor.

Tang Ran: I don't want to ask him, as soon as I ask him he will give me a lecture.

Tang Ran: His level is too good, I don't want to hear it.

Yuan Che: ...

Tang Ran didn't feel at all that he was not qualified to say such a thing. Looking at the six points in the reply from the other side, he assumed that he acquiesced.

Tang Ran turned to complain to Yuan Che about the hotel he stayed in tonight: Oh, let me tell you, it's really hard to find a hotel from your house.I almost slept on the streets tonight.

Tang Ran: I finally found this one, it’s hard to describe it in words.

Tang Ran: No breakfast included, TNND.Can I eat at your house tomorrow?

Yuan Che: No.

Tang Ran:?Give a reason?

Yuan Che: My grandfather doesn't eat breakfast at home.

Tang Ran: ... What about you?You don't eat either?

Yuan Che: Follow fate.asleep.

Yuan Che turned on the night light beside the bed, then went to turn off the headlight in the bedroom, threw the phone aside, and went to bed.

The TV outside suddenly went silent. Grandpa Yuan Che turned off the TV and went to wash up.

Yuan Che closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

It's like this every night before going to bed. The scenes from morning to night that day, as soon as you close your eyes, will circle in your mind like a revolving lantern.

He hates this kind of "replay" from the bottom of his heart, but his thoughts are uncontrollable, stirring his nerves over and over again.

The body also unconsciously tensed up, and the fingers clasped the palms.

An indescribable anxiety flooded up.

He tried hard every night to fall asleep, but it always backfired.

I don't know how long it took before the last light outside also went dark, and a string in my brain became tighter and tighter with the churning of thoughts, causing my temples to throb, and my breathing became more and more rapid.

Yuan Che endured it for a while, but he didn't see any improvement. He slowly stretched out a hand from the bed, opened the bedside table, and groped in the drawer for a while, but it was empty.

Only then did he suddenly realize that this was not his "home" with Dong Meng.

There is no Valium secretly tucked away in a drawer.

Yuan Che threw off the quilt, sat up on the bed, took a few quick breaths, and opened his eyes.

The night light by the bed was dimly on, and it was the only source of light in the room.

He stared at the soft night light for a long time, and when his breathing gradually calmed down, he lay down again, frowning and closing his eyes.

After repeating this several times, until his body and spirit were finally exhausted to the extreme, he fell into a dreamland in a daze.

However, he did not sleep well.

I was on my way in my dream.

Crossing an unlit street, at the end is a gray apartment building.

Yuan Che turned into the dark corridor and coughed hard, trying to turn on the voice-activated lights.

The lights on the first floor did not respond.

The one on the second floor was not lit either.

The darkness made him uncomfortable.He quickened his pace, went up to the third floor, opened the door of his room, and turned on the light inside.

The switch at the entrance was a little high, and when I raised my hand to press it, the light only flickered once and then went out.

Not caring about closing the door, Yuan Che quickened his pace and walked into the house, pressing the light switches one by one, but none of the lights turned on.

Anxiety continued to magnify in the dark, and what gradually came to my mind was fear and uneasiness.

— until I came to the desk.

Although the dim yellow desk lamp at the corner of the table was not very bright, it was a life-saving straw in the nightmare and successfully relieved Yuan Che's panic.

But the short-lived peace of mind did not last long, he heard a man behind him sternly asking: "——what did you do!?"

Yuan Che turned around and raised his head to meet Yuan Ming's eyes.

He can't remember that he hasn't looked up at Yuanming for several years.

This perspective should be before the third year of junior high school.

"I'm asking you something! If you don't come home from school, where did you go wild!?" Yuan Ming walked into the house reeking of alcohol, his face flushed, and he glared at him.

A mid-term exam paper was slapped hard on Yuan Che's chest, and the "84" outlined in red pen was particularly glaring.

Yuan Che suddenly realized what time it was—elementary school, third grade.Subconsciously, he knew that he was dreaming, and he knew what was going to happen next, but he was powerless to stop the dream from falling.

Yuan Ming approached him, picked up his collar and dragged him downstairs.

The door of the semi-underground storage room opened and closed, and after a loud "bang", Yuan Che was shut into this cold and dark confined space.

There were no windows and no ventilation holes. After Yuan Ming's scolding through the door dissipated, all that remained was endless darkness.

Yuan Che was not afraid of the dark when he was a child.

If the electric car parked outside the storage room that year hadn't caught fire, and if the pungent and dangerous gas hadn't been poured into the gaps, it would have been just normal treatment after a bad exam, and it wouldn't have left any psychological shadow.

Cold sweat soaked his forehead at some point.

Yuan Che subconsciously struggled to wake up, but was dragged deeper by the nightmare.

Helplessness, fear, despair.

The temperature continued to rise, and the gas kept pouring in.

……

Many people's pains will be diluted and weakened by the torrent of time when looking back after many years, and become insignificant. For him, even in a dream, the torment that lasted more than ten minutes that year Still legible and unforgettable.

No matter what, I can't get rid of it, and the dark memory circulates endlessly in the nightmare, and I don't know when it will end.

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At five o'clock in the morning, Grandpa Yuan Che got up energetically, boiled water and made a bowl of egg drop soup, lifted the bird cage, and went out for a walk with the birds.

Yuan Che didn't lie, the old couple really didn't have the habit of eating breakfast.The old man wakes up early, and usually goes out for a walk after drinking a bowl of frangipane. The wife wakes up later, and either has breakfast and lunch together, or rushes to a bowl to deal with it.

Grandpa Yuan Che had just left the house that day when he saw tall and long-legged boys leaning on the opposite wall.

With his hands in his pockets, the mountain bike was parked aside, looking like he was waiting for someone.

It was just dawn, and the young man yawned sleepily, but the vigor between his brows was not concealed.

Seeing someone coming out, Tang Ran immediately stood up straight, stepped forward and said, "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Yuan Che's ears are not very good: "——Huh?"

Tang Ran said, "Excuse me, is Yuan Che up now?"

"...What?" Grandpa Yuan Che didn't hear a word clearly, "I have bad ears, what are you talking about?"

"I said," Tang Ran raised his voice slightly, "Yuan Che, is he up now?"

"Yuan Che," the old man only heard his grandson's name clearly, and said with a smile, "at home. Are you looking for him?"

"..." The meaning was similar, Tang Ran simply nodded, "Yes, please call him for me."