MVP in the next examination room

Yuan Che quickly left the discussion group without hesitation for a second.

Then the phone locked the screen, threw it into the belly of the table, got down on the ground without interest, and fell asleep.

The Fengshui treasure land on the left side of the podium is facing the viewing glass window in the south and the "Getang" stainless steel in the north. The eyes of the whole class are on the back and the teacher's eyes are on the head.

To be honest, I can't sleep much.But he was afraid that the neuropathy on the right would be too loud, so he created another group.

The whole morning passed quietly between class naps and get out of class appointments. When the school bell rang, Yuan Che took out the car keys from his schoolbag, stuffed his schoolbag back into his desk, got up and went out.

Tang Ran took the buttocks as the origin, and quickly rotated 180 degrees on the stool, one leg crossed to block Yuan Che's way: "Would you like to have a chat?"

Yuan Che glanced at him, then raised his leg and walked over: "I don't like antiphonal songs."

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"Yuan Che, what are you doing running so fast?" Shang Xiao came up from behind on his bike, "Put on the Hot Wheels."

It was quite warm under the sun at noon, Yuan Che's school uniform jacket was open, and a corner was blown up by the wind brought by the ride.

He slowed down the speed of the car a little: "Go back and announce the good news."

Shang Xiao opened his mouth, unable to tell which of the two events was more worthy of celebration, the countdown of the exam or the seat being arranged next to the podium, so he finally had to say: "...Congratulations."

There is an alley between Yuan Che's house and Shang Xiao's house. It is an old community of several decades. The building is only four stories high. The gray building is covered with lush creepers, and it is gloomy green at first glance.

When school is over and get off work is over, the whole neighborhood is filled with the smell of food.

Sitting by the flower bed at the entrance of the unit building was a little finger-eating little Douding, with tear stains on his face, when he saw Yuan Che approaching from a distance, he stood up and looked at him timidly, with fear and expectation in his eyes.

Yuan Che walked upstairs without being surprised, and the finger-eating child followed behind him step by step.

Approaching the second floor, the sound of cursing and arguing came clearly——

"Fuck your mother, don't you want to let it go!? Li! What are you doing!?"

The woman's cry: "Wang Dawei, you are a fucking thing! If it weren't for..."

The door of the west door on the second floor was wide open, cups and dishes were swept out with the sound of quarreling, and broken pieces of porcelain and glass were scattered in the corridor.

The sound insulation of old residential buildings is not good, and a family quarreling can be heard in the whole building, let alone such an open door.

Yuan Che walked up to Xihu on the second floor, raised his hand expressionlessly, and slapped heavily on the old-fashioned anti-theft door standing against the wall.

The loud noise overwhelmed the quarrel between the young couple, and the iron door vibrated and echoed in the suddenly quiet corridor.

The couple turned their heads to look outside the door together, the young man with a cold look all over his body said indifferently: "Have you had enough quarrels? We haven't had enough quarrels."

Little Douding with a snotty nose poked his head from behind him, looking pitifully at his parents.

The woman wiped away her tears, ran out in shame and anger, picked up the child and left without looking back.

Yuan Che kicked away the shards of glass under his feet, and raised his chin towards the man named Wang Dawei: "Sweep it."

The corridor that had been harassed by the noise for a long time suddenly became quiet, Yuan Che didn't stop much, and turned upstairs.

Inside the closed anti-theft door of Donghu on the second floor, the man who was having lunch let out a long breath: "Damn it, it's finally safe."

"Is that the kid on the third floor again?"

"Yes," the woman replied, "Is there anyone else besides him, and now the police station doesn't care about it anymore."

The young couple at the opposite door had a small quarrel every day, and then a big quarrel every three days. The sound waves shook the whole building. At first, some people called the police on the grounds of "disturbing the residents". Make as much noise as you want.

After Wang Dawei was drunk, he was even more useless, and he could even beat up the neighbors who came to persuade them to fight.Yuan Che didn't enjoy any privileges with him, but he used his fist when he was scolded for meddling for the first time, and "persuading a fight" later became more important.

Wang Dawei, who was still angry, took a few breaths, cursed a few words in a low voice, took a moment to relax, and really picked up the broom and went to work in the corridor.

"That kid has a weird temper," the woman said to herself, "When I went downstairs, I never greeted him, and never showed a smile——Haohao, is he like this at school?"

The boy who had been buried in the meal raised his head in displeasure: "Mom, why are you talking about him? He has a violent autistic syndrome. It's best not to provoke him."

This neighborhood is the old family courtyard of the power plant. Although it is dilapidated, it has become a real school district housing because it is next to the new campus of Shengjing Middle School. The rent has doubled every year. , It can be said that a room is hard to find.

The house in Donghu on the second floor is a rented house for the children to go to school. When they moved in, they found that the neighbors were unusual.

The cold "violent autistic syndrome" opened the door with the key, looked down and saw two pairs of shoes, one on the left and one on the right, in the entrance—a pair of high heels and a pair of leather shoes, and frowned slightly.

The roar of the range hood came from the kitchen, Dong Meng did not hear the sound of Yuan Che opening the door and came in, he was concentrating on frying the dishes in the pot; Yuan Ming had already eaten in the dining room, and there was a plate of fried green peppers on the dining table. Meat and a bowl of porridge.

You can tell at a glance that he did it himself.

Yuan Che leaned against the kitchen door and called "Mom". Dong Meng just turned off the fire to serve the dishes, and came out with a plate after a while: "You are hungry, wash your hands and eat."

At the dining table, Dong Meng and Yuan Ming placed a plate of self-fried vegetables in front of each other, their eyes were not looking away, and their chopsticks were only stretched towards the plate in front of them.

Yuan Che sat on the left side of the middle, none of the three spoke, and the dining table was filled with a strange silence than the suddenly quiet corridor.

Yuan Ming had a serious face, and his son and his wife didn't even lift their eyelids when they entered the door.He doesn't go home to eat often, and he must do it himself when he comes here occasionally, and he will never eat anything Dong Meng cooks.

I don't know how long the unspeakable silence lasted. Most of the food was consumed. Yuan Ming finally broke the silence: "——The monthly exam results?"

Yuan Che's hands kept picking vegetables, and he gave a low "hmm".

"How much?" Yuan Ming asked, "First?"

"Number one?" Yuan Che repeated it sarcastically, and said coolly, "You really think highly of me."

Yuan Ming slammed his chopsticks on the table: "Can you fucking talk!?"

Dong Meng hurriedly smoothed things over, and asked softly, "Cheche, how did you do in the exam this time?"

Yuan Che's fingers holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, his knuckles turned white, as if he was trying to endure something, and after a while he calmly said, "Sixth."

Seeing Yuan Ming's pulled face from the corner of the eye, Yuan Che's heart was filled with revenge-like joy, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: "Count down."

The chair made a sharp and piercing sound on the floor, Yuan Ming got up suddenly, pointed at the tip of Yuan Che's nose, and asked sharply: "Do you fucking want to fuck!? If you don't want to fuck, get out!"

Yuan Che put away that smile, took the last mouthful of rice, put down his chopsticks and slowly got up, his eyes met Yuan Ming's, his voice was still flat: "So, don't waste your time, just leave when you should, What's the point of going on like this?"

After speaking, he looked back at Dong Meng, smiled slightly, turned and went back to his room, and slapped Yuan Ming's roar outside the door.

Dong Meng couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Okay, what else can you do besides yelling? He didn't perform well in the senior high school entrance examination, so you can't give him some confidence..."

Yuan Ming sneered and interrupted: "He still needs my confidence? I think his wings are very stiff and he wants to fly."

For the first time in months, the husband and wife finally spoke to each other, although this conversation did not add any warmth to the deserted home.

Compared with the couple downstairs with too strong sound waves, Dong Meng and Yuan Ming are another extreme. They have persisted in the Cold War for decades, fighting through spring and summer and autumn and winter, and the battle is evenly matched.

The reason why they persist in not getting a divorce until now is mainly because of Yuan Che - at least the husband and wife think so.

After Dong Meng washed the bowls and chopsticks used by himself and Yuan Che, he went to knock on Yuan Che's bedroom door.

At the same time she pressed the doorknob, Yuan Ming slammed the anti-theft door outside with a bang.

Dong Meng's expression was not very good, and he asked Yuan Che, "What's the matter with you?"

Yuan Che looked up at her: "It's nothing. State the facts."

Dong Meng took a deep breath, dragged a chair and sat across from Yuan Che, as if he wanted to have a good talk with him: "Is that mess what you should think about now? How many times have I told you, you The only task now is to…”

"Mom," Yuan Che instinctively rejected this kind of face-to-face conversation, glanced at her eyes, and then quickly turned his gaze away, "Have you not had enough of this kind of life?"

The ivy in the unit building opposite has approached the roof of the building in a winding way, and the dark green branches and leaves avoid the window sash and move forward in a detour.

Yuan Che remembered that a long time ago, the windows of rooms that had not been lived in for a long time would be covered with leaves.At that time, Shengjing New Campus had not yet been built, and the thick ivy completely covered the entire window sash, and when the wind blew, it turned into rustling green waves on the entire wall.

It is the willful will that glows with vitality.

But now, the surrounding climbing and growth is not because of a good understanding of human nature, but because it has been torn and broken again and again, so that it has a "memory", and finally learned to turn the direction and avoid harm.

But people are different from plants. People always have various reasons to endure.

Dong Meng looked at him quietly for a while, and said, "It's easy for you to say, where do you plan to live in the future? Don't tell me to live on campus, I don't agree."

The house of the family courtyard of the power plant is under the name of Yuanming, and it was bought with employee benefits in the early years.In addition, he also has a resettlement house—the legacy left by Grandpa Yuan Che, which is located in a remote location, quite far from Shengjing Middle School.

Yuan Che looked up at her: "Could it be that I can't live without him?"

"Okay," Dong Meng frowned, "Is it useful to say this, don't put your mind on the right place. If you pass the monthly exam like this, you still have the heart to think about other things!"

Yuan Che pursed his lips, the coldness in his eyes increased a bit, he pushed away the chair and pulled off his jacket: "Mom, I'm going to school."