Xiangyu

Braving the storm and returning home, Song Yuqiao felt that his body was no longer his own.

He walked into the hall on the first floor of the residential building, jumped a few times on the spot, and shook off the snow on his body.

When he got to the elevator, Song Yuqiao cursed damn it—the power went out, so he could only climb the stairs.

Being able to still insist on going out to play mahjong in this kind of weather shows the love.Song Yuqiao mocked Zhou Meiqi in his heart.He must have some mental activity to support him to climb the 23 stairs.

The corridor was very dark and airtight, and the walls were filled with cold air.Even so, Song Yuqiao was still out of breath, and sweat began to break out.He had already taken off his scarf and unzipped his coat.

Song Yuqiao walked all the way, and there was no life around him, and he could only hear his own breathing and footsteps echoing in the corridor.

His body was hot and cold for a while, and because it was too dark, he was still a little scared.

Really unable to walk anymore, Song Yuqiao stopped and leaned against the wall to breathe.

However, he obviously didn't leave anymore, and there were still footsteps in the corridor.Hearing this, his hair stood on end, and he swallowed carefully, his throat hurt.

calm down.Song Yuqiao closed his eyes and tried to calm down, finally able to distinguish the source of the voice.

He moved towards the handrail, looked downstairs, and was relieved to see the light of the flashlight downstairs.

Soon, a person with a flashlight came up.

The other party noticed someone in the stairwell, shook the flashlight in his hand, and the light shone on Song Yuqiao's face. He closed his eyes in discomfort and turned his face away.

"Song Yuqiao?" The other party was extremely surprised.

Hearing a familiar voice, Song Yuqiao opened his eyes, saw through the light that it was Wei Xinping, the head teacher of his junior high school, and greeted him, "Teacher Wei."

"Why are you here?" Wei Xinping asked in surprise, "It's such a cold day, and there's a power outage, aren't you staying at home?"

With the light of the flashlight, Song Yuqiao stepped up with firmer steps.He replied: "Just now I went out to find my mother, she is playing mahjong at a poker friend's house."

"Oh... it's so cold, why don't you go out and play mahjong?" Wei Xinping said thoughtfully.

After Song Yuqiao listened, he fell silent.He thought for a while and asked, "You just came back from outside?"

"Well, go make up a class for a student and earn some extra money." Wei Xinping smiled sheepishly.

Some time ago, Song Yuqiao heard that Wei Xinping planned to buy a house, so he had to work hard to earn money.Nowadays, the Education Bureau has very strict controls on teachers making up classes outside the home. Many teachers who used to work part-time in educational institutions have been dealt with, and even fewer teachers dared to take the risk of teaching at home.It is really a bad idea for Wei Xingping to come to make up lessons in person.

"If you make up lessons for me, you don't have to travel so far." Wei Xinping lives downstairs in Song Yuqiao's house, and is a tenant of the family downstairs.

Wei Xinping laughed and said, "I'm afraid your level is higher than mine, and you still need me to make up lessons? Stop joking."

Song Yuqiao smiled lightly.

"Going to the third year of high school so soon, are you still used to it?" Wei Xinping asked concerned.

"It's okay, nothing." Song Yuqiao replied nonchalantly, thinking that it was almost over anyway.

Wei Xinping smiled and said, "Yes, you have always matured earlier than your peers."

He may have said this unintentionally, but Song Yuqiao was embarrassed when he heard it.

Before entering high school, Song Yuqiao attended junior high school for one year, and Wei Xinping served as his class teacher that year.Teachers like students with good grades, and Wei Xinping is no exception. However, Wei Xinping is an exception for Song Yuqiao—because Song Yuqiao likes him.

When it was time to skip a grade and go to high school, Song Yuqiao confessed to the teacher before leaving.

Wei Xinping was taken aback, and said that he was a child and didn't know what liking was all about.

However, it may be that the expression on Song Yuqiao's face was not what a child should have. Wei Xinping quickly treated his confession seriously, and then rejected him.

Fortunately, that feeling might really be like what Wei Xinping said, not real liking.Anyway, after Song Yuqiao entered high school, he soon forgot his liking for Wei Xinping, and instead continued to absorb knowledge like a sponge.When he saw Wei Xinping again later, Song Yuqiao only treated him as his former teacher, and he didn't have the same emotions as before.

However, Song Yuqiao has always been very grateful to Wei Xinping, not only grateful to Wei Xinping for not telling the story, but also grateful to Wei Xinping for not treating him like a monster.

Before the confession, Song Yuqiao thought that Wei Xinping would be scared to death, and then felt disgusting, but he didn't expect his reaction to be quite calm, just surprised.The most important thing is that Wei Xinping didn't treat him differently afterwards, and when he occasionally met him in the elevator, he still cared about the current situation as if he were a student or a junior.

In any case, Song Yuqiao was still a little embarrassed when Wei Xinping called him precocious.After all, the two of them shared a secret, and Song Yuqiao had only come out to him.

Knowing that there was no one at home, Song Yuqiao didn't say a word after entering the door.

After changing his shoes, he felt that the room was very cold, almost no different from the outside, so he couldn't help but look around suspiciously.

Seeing the window of the living room opened wide, Song Yuqiao's heart sank, and he walked over quickly, and closed the window tightly with two bangs.

There was a lot of snow on the ground, and when he stepped on it, the floor became dirty.

Since the beginning of winter, Zhou Meiqi seldom does hygiene at home.The floor is covered with dust, which cannot be seen with the naked eye, but as long as there is water splashed on the ground, and people step on it again, clear footprints can be seen immediately.

The floor near the window is almost full of snow particles, which are slowly melting. Song Yuqiao can already imagine what the floor will look like after the snow melts.But instead of mopping the floor, he bypassed the tiny snow particles and walked towards the room.

Song Yuqiao was froze, there was no electricity at home, and the air conditioner couldn't be turned on.

He hurriedly took a hot bath, heated a pot of hot water with a gas stove, and made a glass of milk to drink.

There was an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the counter in the kitchen. When Song Yuqiao was drinking milk, he glanced at it several times, but he didn't clean up the ashtray.

On a snowy day when there was a power outage, Zhou Meiqi went out to play mahjong, and Song Zhishan went out to drink. They were really a natural pair for their hobbies and hobbies, no wonder they never divorced.

Although he only had lunch not long ago, Song Yuqiao had to think about his dinner.

It is useless to hope for them, everything must be prevented.Song Yuqiao opened the refrigerator and found that there was nothing in it. He opened the cabinet again and found nothing edible.

The situation of running out of ammunition and food exacerbated his boredom. He finally found a half pot of rice in the rice cooker. He sniffed it closely and it seemed that it was not bad.This should be due to the cold weather, and because the windows were open just now, the room was frozen like an icehouse.

Song Yuqiao took out the rice, compared the temperature of the refrigerator and the outside, and chose to put the lunch box outside.

This situation is a bit miserable, especially before the Chinese New Year.Song Yuqiao reckoned that this should be the worst winter vacation he had ever had in his life.

Even though he was very disgusted in his heart, Song Yuqiao still hoped that one of them could find out with conscience and buy some food to go home.However, in this weather, Song Yuqiao was not at all sure whether the vegetable market would be open.

If I knew it earlier, I bought a pack of ham sausage at the canteen just now.Song Yuqiao thought about it, and still felt that the ham sausage tasted good.

Big deal to eat white rice.

Song Yuqiao decided to break the jar.

There is no brazier at home, and the heating in winter depends entirely on the air conditioner. Once there is a power outage, the shortage will be manifested.

Song Yuqiao was reading a book under the quilt, hearing the wind outside the window, and hoped that the snow disaster would pass quickly.

His feet were cold, and his bed was cold.He curled up into a ball, managed to warm up the quilt, and the landline phone in the living room rang again.

Song Yuqiao impatiently dropped the book, hesitated for a while, and finally persuaded himself to leave the warm bed.

Since the popularity of mobile phones, all three of them use mobile phones, and the landline phone has almost become a decoration.The reason why it has not been demolished is mainly because the elderly at home still don't like to make phone calls, and they are still used to calling at home.

Song Yuqiao glanced at the caller ID, answered the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Hello? Xiaoqiao, it's grandma." Grandma called cheerfully on the phone.

Song Yuqiao guessed it was her, and replied, "Grandma, what's the matter?"

"Have you eaten yet?" Grandma asked concerned.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Yes. Have you eaten?" he asked.

"Eat, eat. I heard from your mother that your father went out to drink. I'm afraid you have nothing to eat, so I called and asked." Grandma said, "What do you have for dinner? Do you want to come to grandma's house to eat?" ?”

Song Yuqiao finally came back from the outside and climbed so many floors, he would rather starve to death at home than go out again.However, he thought that grandma was probably the only one who cared about whether he had enough to eat at this time, so he said: "I won't go, there is something to eat at home. Mom and Dad should come back later."

"Really? That's good. Don't be hungry!" Grandma said worriedly, "If you have nothing to eat tonight, remember to come to Grandma!"

Song Yuqiao frowned slightly after hearing this, and replied, "Okay, I know. Don't worry, grandma."

Grandma said a few words, said bye-bye to him, and hung up the phone.

The old man is a countryman, and he can't even speak standard Mandarin, but he doesn't know where to learn "bye-bye".Before, Song Yuqiao asked her, and found that she didn't know what it meant, but heard other people say that before they hung up the phone, so she imitated it.

What a lovely old lady.

Putting down the phone, Song Yuqiao let out a sigh of relief and got into bed again.

He didn't sit for a long time, after thinking about it, he got up again and looked into the pocket of his coat, and took out the living expenses that Zhou Meiqi had given him.In ten days, the tutoring institution will give him a "scholarship", which is also five hundred yuan.He saved the [-] yuan, and maybe he could buy a better footbath for grandma during the Chinese New Year.

Song Yuqiao took out [-] yuan, waiting to go back to school to refill the meal card, and locked the rest in a drawer.

After closing the drawer, Song Yuqiao suddenly remembered that he still had 60 yuan, and hurriedly searched for another pocket on the jacket.

I didn't lose it, it's still in my pocket.

Lighting these ten-yuan bills, Song Yuqiao thought of Qiao Yusong and the ham sausage in that bowl of egg noodles.