MVP in the next examination room

The darkness is like a waterfall of sudden thawing, pouring down in an instant, robbing the surrounding oxygen by surprise.

Yuan Che choked for breath, and a thin layer of sweat broke out almost instantly on his forehead.

The confined space, the dark environment, and the atmosphere where the smell of needles can be heard almost immediately triggered the darkest memory in my heart.

Some kind of pungent and choking gas suddenly seemed to be poured into the classroom with closed doors and windows, which made Yuan Che's ears ringing and his heart beating like thunder, but his respiratory system seemed to be a useless decoration, and he couldn't breathe.

Tang Ran immediately noticed that something was wrong with him, and hearing the rapid panting in his ear, asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Yuan Che propped up a desk, forced himself to stand still, and said in a low and gloomy voice, "Get lost."

With a trembling right hand, he reached into the pocket of his school uniform, trying to take out his mobile phone for lighting, but found that it was not in it.He roughly tore open the zipper of the schoolbag he had just closed, and searched for a while.

The increasingly intense dizziness and nausea hit Yuan Che, unable to restrain himself, his body was tilted, and his shoulder hit the side of the podium heavily.

Tang Ran put his hand into his pocket almost at the same time, failed to touch the phone, but touched the shell of the lighter.

Just as his eyes had barely adapted to the darkness, he heard the loud bang from Yuan Che. He cursed inwardly, threw off the lighter cover, and let the flames that shot out act as a light source: "What a fool, you pour it yourself." Lay down overnight, I won't be allowed to enter the game tomorrow?"

Relying on the remaining sliver of reason, Yuan Che put his palms against the corner of the table to make himself stand upright, but he couldn't hide the increasingly rapid breathing, which made him extremely disgusted with himself.

He glared at Tang Ran fiercely, and roared with all his remaining strength: "I'll let you go!"

Tang Ran held up the cluster of flames and saw that Yuan Che's neck and ears were flushed unnaturally, and his sullen expression tried to cover up the panic and embarrassment on his face.

He said hesitantly, "If you tell me to get out, I'll get out. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

The dancing flames in front of his eyes slowly dispelled the overwhelming sense of suffocation, like a tranquilizer, which gradually subsided the fatigue and panic from his body.

Yuan Che took a few breaths, and when he finally felt able to breathe normally, he heard Tang Ran ask, "Are you okay? Is there any medicine in the bag?"

Yuan Che's ears turned red again, he turned his face away, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Seeing that he was back to normal, Tang Ran wanted to put away the fire in his hand: "Are you all right? Then let's..."

"Let's go" hadn't uttered the word before Yuan Che said suddenly: "Wait."

The flames flickered and jumped out again.

Yuan Che breathed a sigh of relief, found out his phone, turned on the lighting function, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Tang Ran felt a little strange: "You...are you afraid of the dark?"

Yuan Che suddenly raised his eyes.

A second later, he seemed to realize that his reaction was too violent, and then lowered his gaze, and regained his usual indifference: "Fart."

Tang Ran also felt strange when he thought about it. In the dark alley a few nights ago, he didn't see any special reaction from him: "Then you..."

Yuan Che interrupted him calmly: "Hypoglycemia."

"...Hypoglycemia? Then why are you so irritable?" Tang Ran saw that his complexion had improved a lot, and he was relieved, and whistled, "Go, brother will take you to buy candy."

"...buy you, sir."

*

Yuan Che arrived home nearly 10 minutes later than usual.

Grandpa hasn't gone to bed yet, he is watching the TV, nodding his head.

Yuan Che stood still beside him, and saw that his face was slightly flushed with drunkenness.

Yuan Che tried to call softly: "Grandpa?"

There is a small enamel vat for hot wine on the coffee table. The small wine bowl inside has been empty, and the water in the vat still has a little residual temperature.Grandpa Yuan Che noticed someone beside him, woke up suddenly, and exhaled warm alcohol: "Oh, I'm back... Is there too much homework left today?"

Seeing him staggering and trying to stand up, Yuan Che gave him a hand: "No."

I don't know if it's because the voice was too low to be heard clearly. Grandpa patted the back of his hand and started talking to himself: "There's a lot of homework, don't write it so late, if it doesn't work, let's write it tomorrow... the current child , Alas, going to school is really much more tiring than before... When your mother and your uncle were the same age as you, how could you do your homework so late..."

Yuan Che heard him take the initiative to talk about Dong Meng to himself, and realized that he really drank too much, so he helped him walk towards the bathroom: "I see, you..."

Grandpa didn't intend to stop. He rubbed the back of Yuan Che's slightly cool hand and muttered: "Let's not focus too much on studying and exhaust our body. Your grades are already very good now, better than your mother and you." It was good when my uncle was in school... Your mother went to work after finishing junior high school, and your uncle studied a little better, so he just managed to get into a university. You are much better than both of them. We don't have to Fight for the first..."

Yuan Che knew that his grandfather talked too much when he was drunk, and he liked to bring up old things, so he had no choice but to respond casually, helping him pour hot water into the basin with one hand: "Grandpa, let's wash up and go to bed quickly. "

The old man grumbled reluctantly: "I haven't studied for a few years. At that time, I worked as a worker in the factory. It was not bad. It was a job anyway. I couldn't starve. Your mother...she was not good at studying since she was a child." , not a material for studying, thanks to the old guys in the factory taking care of us, after we retire, the children in the family can still take over the job..."

Yuan Che has heard the words about the future too many times.

The old man gave the job to Dong Meng, who was hopeless in the exam, and asked his daughter to take over his class in the factory. In the future, there will be no food to eat; the son barely got into high school, and later entered a not-so-good university. , and then stayed in the field to work and live.

The three years of high school were like a watershed. Dong Meng here took over his father's mantle and became a hardworking and poor female worker in the factory; With a happy family.

With the passage of time and under the cruel comparison, Dong Meng finally turned his unwillingness to resentment towards his father's "eccentricity"—if she hadn't been allowed to work in a factory back then, perhaps what she had would have been a completely different life. Different families may lead very different lives.

... People are probably always like this. They are always careful when they blame themselves, but they spare no effort when they blame others.

Every time his grandfather was drunk, he would dig out these old sesame seeds and rotten millet, and tears would fill his eyes when he talked about it, and he kept asking Yuan Che who was at fault.

*

Yuan Che helped his grandfather, who was tired after mumbling for a long time, to the bedroom to lie down, and went back to the room by himself.

I don't know if it was blown by the night wind on the road just now, or the old man talked about it when he came back, Yuan Che felt a little pain in his head.

The zipper of the schoolbag on the table was opened a little bit, revealing a corner of the packing bag, which was forcibly stuffed in by some idiot just now.

——When he reached the school gate, Tang Ran couldn't help but push his car towards Yuan Che and said, "Look at it for me." Then he ran away.

When he came back again, he was carrying two bags in his hand. Under the dim light, before Yuan Che could see what they were, the idiot went around behind his car seat, reached out to pull the zipper of the schoolbag, and stuffed one into it.

Yuan Che opened his schoolbag, took out the packaging bag, and saw a familiar cup inside. The label on it read: milk (full sugar).

The body of the cup is quite hot.

Yuan Che held it for a while with a complicated expression, the temperature in his palm rose little by little, until he felt a little hot, he finally made up his mind, opened the lid, frowned slightly and took a sip.

...It's still too sweet, too sweet.

Tang Ran seems to like these drinks and desserts a lot. She goes to that milk tea shop to check in almost every day, much more diligently than attending classes.

I don't know if the drink he ordered for himself has the same sweetness.

Perhaps it was the temperature of the milk that relieved the pain in the temples, and after taking a sip, I felt a lot better.

Yuan Che frowned and stared at the liquid in the cup for a while, and finally, as if drinking some kind of extremely bitter Chinese medicine, he did enough mental preparation first, then raised his head, and drank it down in one gulp.

It was so sweet that he wanted to curse.

But too sweet to scold.