Blow

It seems that starting from that thank you letter, good things happened one after another throughout Wen Xiao's sophomore year.

Before the November holiday, both he and Xia Jue had received first-class scholarships for the freshman year of their respective schools. After discussing with each other, they went to Lijiang for vacation together; at the end of the same month, Xia Jue accompanied Wen Xiao back to Juzhou, and Wen Ru became famous Xiao celebrated his twentieth birthday; and in late November, when the results of the National Mathematical Competition were released, two teams from Peking University won the first prize, and the three-person team of Wen Xiao, Fei Yi, and Fang Ligao was one of them.

And this time, their "instructor" column was empty - it wasn't that Professor Yang refused to continue tutoring them, but that their abilities were stronger.The competition official itself also encourages contestants to participate independently without filling in the instructor.

Then, on Christmas Eve in December, Fei Yi's father suddenly received good news related to Fei Yi's sister.

It has been more than half a year since she was diagnosed with a brain tumor. She experienced major craniotomy surgery, postoperative hemorrhage, high fever, difficulty speaking, and paralysis of the lower limbs. The ups and downs have continued, and now she has finally recovered from her hardships—she has regained the ability to walk , and other physical functions are also in good condition, almost no different from other peers, and can study and live normally.

After Wen Xiao found out, he and Fang Ligao made a special trip to Xi'an to visit her.The little girl is very strong, with a thin body and a thin body, but she has a smile on her face, talking to Fei Yi.

On the contrary, Fei Yi looked a little complicated.

"What's the matter?" Wen Xiao asked him softly when he was alone, "Did the doctor say there is still something wrong?"

Fei Yi said: "No, the doctor's conclusion is more optimistic than we imagined. It's just...she just said that she hopes I can continue to study in graduate school."

Wen Xiao was taken aback.

"I don't know where she heard it from," Fei Yi frowned, "I heard that I always wanted to do research, so I wanted me to continue doing it, regardless of other jobs I don't like-how is this possible? I have to do what I don't like There are already a majority of such people in the world.”

As he spoke, he was packing up his things, putting several heavy textbooks related to digital modeling in the drawer into his schoolbag.These books were all very old, but they were still in good condition. One of them was a bit bent, and he caressingly stretched out his hand to smooth it out.

Wen Xiao watched his series of actions, and suddenly said: "It may not be where she heard it, it may be that you are too obvious."

"What?" Fei Yi raised his head, puzzled.

Wen Xiao replied: "Everyone I know doesn't know what you like, let alone your own sister. Of course she can see what you really want to do, and of course she sincerely hopes that you can do it."

"You don't agree with her statement, do you?" Fei Yi smiled when he heard the words, "Wen Xiao, you are an adult. Adults who still dream, do you?"

Wen Xiao said: "I won't. But that's because I think that at this age, people should not only dream."

Fei Yi was stunned and didn't respond for a long time.

Wen Xiao patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave. Before leaving, he saw a little girl sitting by the window drawing a picture. The picture showed Fei Yi's family of three. The corners of everyone's mouths were raised upwards, and their eyes were smiling. He squinted, looking very happy.

Obviously the family has suffered a lot.

Wen Xiao was in a daze for a moment, as if he saw Xia Jue when he was a child.He couldn't help but imagine that in those cramped and dark times, the stumbling little Xia Jue would be like this, no matter how much pain fell on the paper or in the eyes, it would light up.

——Winter vacation is not here yet, but he already misses Xia Jue so much.

In mid-January, Wen Xiao finished his final exam and flew to Nanchang immediately.

Nanchang University is still on holiday later than Peking University, the exam week is just beginning, and Xia Jue still has model airplane training every day, so he is very busy.When Wen Xiao passed by, he didn't have much time to entertain, so he was very sorry for that.

However, in fact, Wen Xiao didn't need him to do anything, as if he could just see it during the day and touch it at night, so he felt at ease.

It is a rare weekend between the two exam weeks, there is no model training, and there are still four days before the next exam.Xia Jue unilaterally felt really embarrassed, took the opportunity to spare the whole day, and said that he would take Wen Xiao out to play.

But you can't run too far.Wen Xiao roughly flipped through the tourist map of downtown Nanchang, but felt that it was not suitable, and in the end the two just walked aimlessly along the Ganjiang River.There is not much traffic around, but the scenery is good. It is an ideal cycling route. From time to time, bicycle teams riding in winter pass by them, most of them are energetic young people.

Xia Jue looked at the back of the convoy going away, her face was slightly flushed and her eyes were a little excited, she didn't know whether it was blown by the wind or something.

"Want to ride too?" Wen Xiao asked after noticing his expression.

Xia Jue nodded.

Wen Xiao stroked his hair: "Wait until you finish the exam."

"Do you have to wait until the exam is over?" Xia Jue was not convinced, "It only takes a few hours for them to travel along the river like this."

Wen Xiao said with a smile: "It takes a few hours to ride, but what about preparations? You need to spend time in advance to buy or rent a car, as well as protective gear."

Xia Jue thought for a while and said, "My school has bicycles. As for the protective gear - we can only ride for a short distance, and forget the protective gear."

"No," Wen Xiao vetoed ruthlessly, "You must wear protective gear when riding."

Xia Jue turned her face away and muttered, "You're just too rigid..."

"No protective gear, what if you get injured?" Wen Xiao turned his head back, lowered his head slightly, and looked at him with a frown, "Is it because I am rigid, or you are not following the rules."

Xia Jue said stubbornly: "It's just riding a bicycle, what else can I do, at most, I'll fall and break my skin, and it won't hurt."

"You don't hurt," Wen Xiao patted his forehead, and said lightly, "Let me hurt for you."

Xia Jue was stunned when he heard this, and opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a while, and his face turned redder than before.He was wearing a light gray cotton jacket with a hood. After regaining consciousness, he couldn't help walking a few quick steps, and put the hood on his head in an attempt to cover his hot face.

Wen Xiao let him run to the front alone.Beside them are the evergreen trees on the bank of the river, the leaves are still green and lush, it doesn't look like a winter depression, but it makes people feel full of vitality.

A cool breeze blew from the river, Wen Xiao walked slowly according to his original pace.

After a while, Xia Jue suddenly turned around, lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at anyone, just rushed forward blindly, and quickly kissed Wen Xiao on the face.

There are people around, who may or may not have noticed them.Xia Jue was about to run after kissing, but was grabbed by Wen Xiao.

"Where are you going?" Wen Xiao asked.

Xia Jue whispered, "I'm tired from walking, go rest on the bench over there, no way."

Wen Xiao said calmly, "Yes. You can also read books by the way. I brought you two."

Xia Jue originally thought that what Wen Xiao brought would be casual magazines, or at least some other extracurricular books, but when the two of them sat down on the public bench, Wen Xiao opened the backpack and took out "Industrial Design Methodology" and "Automotive Design—Concept, Method, Process and Evolution of Vehicle Design".

"...I don't want to read these things," Xia Jue withdrew her outstretched hand, "I agreed, I'm here to play with you today."

Wen Xiao said: "What are you playing? I will review honestly during the exam week, and I don't want to get a scholarship next year?"

"Who am I for!" Xia Jue muttered, put down her hood, and raised her chin depressedly.

His hair was much longer than it was during military training, and because it was messed up, it looked fluffy.Wen Xiao rubbed it, it was soft and slippery.

"The temper is getting worse and worse." Wen Xiao put down his hand and said something to him.

Xia Jue snorted softly, but involuntarily raised her eyes to observe Wen Xiao's reaction, fearing that Wen Xiao was really angry.

Wen Xiao said: "I remember you used to dare not even say harsh words to me."

Xia Jue was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, he chased Wen Xiao so hard at that time, and he was terrified when he caught up, how could he get angry and say something serious.

So what's going on now?Has he really lost his temper?

"...Wen Xiao," Xia Jue suddenly became anxious and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Wen Xiao asked back, "Why should I be unhappy?"

"Because my temper seems to have turned bad." Xia Jue honestly admitted his mistake.

Wen Xiao suddenly smiled: "You have a bad temper? So bad that you want to kiss me when you get angry? Then you can be even more bad-tempered."

Xia Jue blushed.

"What are you thinking about again? It's a good thing that you lose your temper." Then Wen Xiao put his palm on the top of his hair and pressed it, "It's not normal if you don't dare to lose your temper—Xia Jue, you will lose your temper with me. It can show that you probably trust me more than before."

Xia Jue stared blankly, sat quietly for a moment, and leaned her head on Wen Xiao's shoulder.

Wen Xiao opened his professional book and intuitively read some key contents to him until dark—these contents actually appeared in the examination room later.

A week passed, and Xia Jue was also on vacation.

Wen Xiao prepared his bicycle and protective gear, and took him to ride along the river as promised.Afterwards, Xia Jue accompanied Wen Xiao to Beijing to participate in this year's Digital Model Competition.

It was another four days and three nights of bitter fighting, as if it happened yesterday, but this time the competition was over, and there was no longer any hindrance for them to go home for the New Year.

On New Year's Eve, the reunion banquet for the three of them was warm and cordial.After dinner, Xia Jue insisted on washing the dishes alone, so Wen Xiao and Wen Rushi had to watch TV, eat nuts, and chat in the living room.

No one mentioned Wen Zhengming.

The name flashed in Wen Xiao's mind, but he decided not to worry about it, and talked to Wen Rushi about another matter.

"Sister," he asked, "Did Xia Jue choose to go to Nanchang to study 211, were you actually relieved?"

Wen Rushi glanced at him, and then at the kitchen not far away.

Wen Xiao said: "They are all our own people celebrating the New Year together, so there is nothing else we can't say."

"Okay," Wen Rushi showed helplessness in his eyes, "If you insist on asking me—probably yes. After all, when you got together, your respective situations were quite extreme. At that time, I really hoped that you could first be complete. , and during this period, it may be more appropriate to separate the two places."

Wen Xiao listened to her quietly, and took out a torreya from the nut jar, but did not squeeze it hard.

Wen Rushi said: "If you want to blame me for this, I have nothing to say."

Wen Xiao shook his head: "I just think that what you said seems to be right."

"Really?" Wen Ru was a little surprised, and smiled, "You can think so, it means that your relationship is developing very well. But you are so young, long-distance relationship is hard."

Wen Xiao leaned back, his upper body sank deep into the soft cushion, and said lazily, "Broken? Why do you say it's boiled? You don't need to endure it when you're in love."

The author has something to say: Wen Xiao: My wife is so cute, no matter how you talk about love, it is as sweet as honey.