Xiangyu

After the taxi started, Qiao Yusong was still worried, and nervously leaned on the window and looked back.

Seeing that Song Yuqiao ignored Huang Xinfan's provocation and walked directly to the community, and finally entered the community safely, Qiao Yusong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Huang Xinfan is really hateful, he usually finds trouble in cram school, but now when he meets him on the road, he is also talking wildly because of his drunkenness.Qiao Yusong recalled that apart from being in a cold sweat, he was worried that Song Yuqiao would believe Huang Xinfan's words and think that he was gay, and he really didn't know what to do.

Will Song Yuqiao tell others?Including your own family.Qiao Yusong didn't have much contact with him, but somehow believed that he was not that kind of person, but he was not sure if Song Yuqiao would avoid him because of this, just like Xie Yongxiang felt that homosexuality was disgusting.

However, just now he had vehemently refuted Huang Xinfan, Song Yuqiao should not trust Huang Xinfan credulously.

hope so.Qiao Yusong prayed secretly.

Looking at the baseball jersey in his hand, he hesitated and put it on.

Before Qiao Yusong went out, he only put a cotton sweater on top of his shirt, mistakenly thinking that this would protect him from the sudden drop in temperature, but when he got out of the taxi, he almost doubted that in two hours, this May night would fall Snow comes.

It seems that what Xu Aojun said is correct, only after the Dragon Boat Festival is over, the temperature will stabilize and summer will truly enter.

Fortunately, I took an extra coat.Qiao Yusong thought so, and walked quickly towards home.

When it was time to take out the keys, Qiao Yusong suddenly remembered Song Yuqiao's lonely key.At that time, he had the idea of ​​buying a keychain for Song Yuqiao, but Song Yuqiao's subsequent "dislike" blocked his good intentions.Qiao Yusong thought: Song Yuqiao is really a stubborn kid, but he is right so often, so others have no position to criticize his stubbornness.

Just thinking about it, Qiao Yusong was surprised to find that what he took out from his pocket was not a house key, but a lipstick.He looked carefully and confirmed that it was not his own lipstick, so he couldn't help but froze.

This is Song Yuqiao's lipstick... Could it be that Song Yuqiao forgot after using it, put it in the pocket of his baseball jacket, and forgot to take it out when returning the clothes?

Looking at this lipstick, Qiao Yusong thought of Song Yuqiao's lips illuminated by the lights inside the car, and subconsciously pursed his lips.

Not long after, Qiao Yusong heard the thumping pulse of the jugular artery.His throat tightened, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Even though there was no one around, he still felt uneasy.

He sneakily and mysteriously opened the cap of the lipstick, sniffed it close to the tip of his nose, and smelled a sweet scent of nectar.This is the taste on Song Yuqiao's mouth.Thinking of this, he finally heard the sound on the left side of his chest.

He held up the lipstick with slightly trembling hands, as if he forgot where his mouth was at this moment, and he was particularly hesitant and confused when the lipstick was applied to his lips.

He only wiped a little bit on his lower lip, licked it hard, then lowered his head and quickly put the lid on.

However, he moved too fast, too hastily, and his hands were too shaking, and he forgot to take back the ointment in advance, so that the edge of the lid poked the ointment.

Qiao Yusong was taken aback, looked at the paste against the light, saw a deep mark on the top of the paste, and couldn't help screaming inwardly.

That being the case, he could only use up the scratched section before returning it to Song Yuqiao.Qiao Yusong hesitated for a while, and finally didn't put the lipstick on his lips again.

It was late to go home, so as not to disturb his parents' rest, Qiao Yusong went upstairs very lightly.

However, before he went upstairs, he saw the bright lights in the upstairs living room.There was a thud in his heart, and he was done thinking.When he went upstairs, as expected, he saw Qiao Zhenhai and Xu Aojun sitting in the living room, both of them looked ugly.

Seeing his son come back, Qiao Zhenhai breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly got up and stepped forward, concerned: "It's so late, where are you going? It's too late."

"Where else can I go? I rented comics secretly again." Xu Aojun also heaved a sigh of relief, got up and walked out of the living room, as if going back to his room to rest.When passing by Qiao Yusong, she glanced at him from top to bottom, and muttered, "Look at him like this!"

You know it just by looking at it, and your nature will not change.The college entrance examination is just a few days away, so I'm afraid he doesn't know? "

The bag Song Yuqiao used to hold his notes did have cartoon characters drawn on it, but Xu Aojun’s indiscriminate sarcasm and accusations made Qiao Yusong unbearable. He said unconvinced: "I don’t have any. I asked Song Yuqiao to borrow the notes."

"Who is Song Yuqiao?" Perhaps because the name was too special, Qiao Zhenhai asked in surprise.

"On the day of Lao Shao's accident, the child I met in the hospital, Xiao Zhou's son, has already been sent to Xi'an University." After Xu Aojun explained to her husband, he said suspiciously to his son, "Borrowing notes, why does he smell like charcoal?" .”

Qiao Yusong was at a loss for words when he heard it, and his face flushed immediately.

Qiao Zhenhai looked at him, then at his wife, and smoothed things over: "Oh, it's normal for the children to meet up and have a snack."

"I don't know how they can chat together." Xu Aojun said with doubt, dissatisfied, "Don't waste time with him, do you think my words are deaf to your ears?"

Qiao Yusong really couldn't understand Xu Aojun's thoughts. He felt aggrieved and indignant, and couldn't help raising his voice: "It was my mistake to borrow notes? If you don't believe me, look, this is what he brought, not some manga!" , he took out the notebook from the bag and handed it in front of her.

Xu Aojun folded his arms in front of his chest, his face became stiff, and he didn't intend to accept it at all.

Qiao Zhenhai took the notebook in embarrassment, opened it, and praised: "This notebook is really neatly done. It looks like a high-achieving student!"

Hearing this, Xu Aojun squinted at Qiao Zhenhai, took the note indifferently and flipped through it, and after a while, she sneered and said, "Heh, look, whose name is this?"

Qiao Yusong was taken aback, and saw that she spread the title page of the note in front of him, and it read: Class 477, Wan Jingshuang.

who is thisQiao Yusong was stunned.

"I don't know where I picked up the notes and used them to fool you. Do you really believe it? It's strange that he will help you! You treat him as a friend, and he treats you as a beggar. Look at what he does Whether it’s watching movies in the middle of the night or eating skewers in the middle of the night, which person who really treats you as a friend would do this? It’s a certainty that he will go to a prestigious university, have you ever thought about whether you have any books to read?” Xu Aojun turned to Qiao Zhenhai and said, “You don’t know , Xiao Zhou’s son was 14 years old and went to Xi’an University, but she was so proud that she told everyone that her son never read or reviewed, but he skipped a grade and was the first in the exam. Poor, defiant, disobedient, as if having such a son is worrying her, but in fact, her eyebrows are beaming, hmph, her eyebrows are raised to the sky. Duplicity, her son is not much better!"

"Song Yuqiao is not this kind of person!" Qiao Yusong blurted out.

Xu Aojun asked disdainfully: "He's not? He's not, why didn't he give you his notes?"

After listening, Qiao Yusong was speechless, only feeling as if his heart was being roasted on the oven, making a buzzing sound.

"Okay, you won't listen to what you say, go to bed quickly!" Xu Aojun rolled his eyes at him, "Don't say anything when you go out to play. You don't know how worried your father is when he wakes up at night and finds that you are not here." He said , she handed the notebook in her hand to her husband, and left the living room without hesitation.

Facing the sullen Qiao Zhenhai, Qiao Yusong felt guilty and whispered, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Qiao Zhenhai looked at him hesitantly, and after a while, returned the note to him, and sighed, "Go to bed early."

Back in the room, Qiao Yusong didn't turn on the light.

He put the bag full of notebooks on the floor by the door and groped into bed in the dark.

Sitting in the dark for a while, Qiao Yusong dug out the phone number stored in the phone and wanted to call Song Yuqiao to ask what happened to those notes.

He was aggrieved at first, thinking that he could finally refute Xu Aojun justifiably, but in the end he was reprimanded by Xu Aojun and was speechless.

Was it really like what Xu Aojun said, Song Yuqiao refused to lend him his notes?But if this is the case, why did Song Yuqiao send the notes over at night?For... eating skewers?No, it's impossible, because eating skewers is

he proposed.

Qiao Yusong's mind was extremely confused. Xu Aojun's words kept echoing in his mind. What he said was that he and Song Yuqiao were not from the same world. They could not be friends at all. They were not suitable, they were not worthy, they got along Every minute of is a waste of time...

Gradually, Qiao Yusong had difficulty breathing.

He hugged his knees nervously, curling himself up in the darkness.

He took a big mouthful of breath, trying to inhale more oxygen, his eyes stared fiercely at the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, but in the end, he still couldn't fill his overflowing tears.

The tears were salty, and he didn't have time to wipe them away.

The white sun scorched the asphalt road, like a raw egg dropped on the ground, and a poached egg could be smashed out.

In a blink of an eye, there is less than a week left before the college entrance examination.

Qixing's remedial program for high school candidates ended, and the teacher of the remedial class called Song Yuqiao and said that there were some fees to be settled.

Song Yuqiao might not give up the exam.

Of course, this was just a thought to be kidding myself.As he said to Qiao Yusong, although he was recommended, if the college entrance examination results are not satisfactory, the school still has the right to cancel his qualification for recommendation.Song Yuqiao still had to take the college entrance examination, and he planned a score for himself, which was neither too high nor too low, as long as he could successfully enter Jinjin University.

A few days ago, Song Yuqiao's uncle and aunt went to his house for dinner again, and they all looked very happy, as if celebrating his enrollment in advance.

It was not accidental that Song Yuqiao had such a feeling, but whether it was uncle or uncle, they had already congratulated him in advance for being the number one scholar in high school.

He couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, but Zhou Meiqi kept on being polite, saying that he didn't study at all, and it would be a strange thing to win the number one prize.

Song Yuqiao thought to himself that this is really the case.Because half a month ago, Shao Junhui, who was exhausted from preparing for the exam, suddenly asked Song Yuqiao to let go of the college entrance examination, saying that he must enter the top three in the province. If Song Yuqiao did well in the exam, he might be squeezed out of the top three.

Since Shao Junhui's father passed away, the family's main source of income disappeared.

Shao Junhui's mother is a sanitation worker with very little income, but the family has some savings, which is no problem for him to go to college.Even if he can apply for student loans, the filial Shao Junhui still hopes to help reduce the burden on his family.The Tobacco Group in the province subsidizes a stipend every year to candidates whose families are in financial difficulties and who have excellent results in the college entrance examination.

Shao Junhui wanted to get the money, saying that he was "crazy", and begged Song Yuqiao to help him no matter what.

Although they all knew that even if Song Yuqiao deliberately released the water, Shao Junhui would still have to face other competitors.However, on Song Yuqiao's side, he can still help if he can. Anyway, such honors and achievements are not that important to him.

Everyone else is still waiting for death, but Song Yuqiao feels that the college entrance examination is over.He didn't have the slightest feeling that this would be the most important exam in his life, and perhaps, it really wasn't.

Since handing over the notes to Qiao Yusong that day, Song Yuqiao never contacted him again.

Qiao Yusong asked him for help at the beginning, and he did. Normally, he could ask Qiao Yusong how the review was going and whether the notes were helpful from time to time, but every time he wanted to do this, he would think of that day. Qiao Yusong's strong attitude when he declared that he was not gay.

Qiao Yusong looked like that, as if anyone said he was gay, he would fight desperately with the other party.

Anyway, Wan Jingshuang never mentioned taking the notes back, so Song Yuqiao just thought it was a free gift to Qiao Yusong.

Song Yuqiao never considered trying to turn anyone over, and he had no intention of becoming ordinary friends with Qiao Yusong.If Qiao Yusong is not gay, then Song Yuqiao doesn't know why he still contacts him.

Although he thought so in his heart, after Song Yuqiao left Kaixing, he still went to "Lan Fengyue".

Unexpectedly, Song Yuqiao did not see Qiao Yusong, but instead saw Song Yan, and it was Song Yan with a mushroom head.

Girls' hair grows really fast, like spring grass.Song Yuqiao thought so.

"Hey, I can't help it. I'm too nervous to study, so I don't have time to cut my hair." Xu Shi Song Yuqiao kept staring at her hair, and she waved her hand nonchalantly.

After hearing this, Song Yuqiao was speechless, and instead asked the clerk for a glass of Qingyu with light sugar and ice.

Song Yan was sitting by the bar, waving her chopstick-like legs leisurely, and said, "Do you like drinking milk tea so much?"

Hearing that there was something in her words, Song Yuqiao replied indifferently: "Yes."

She looked at him with her chin up, and said for a while, "I don't seem to have seen Xiao Song recently?"

"Really?" Song Yuqiao sat down in front of the bar, although he felt her eyes fall on his face, he still didn't turn his head, "I didn't pay attention."

She said thoughtfully: "The college entrance examination is coming soon. He should be nervous, right? Or...not nervous?"

Hearing this, Song Yuqiao, who just got the milk tea, couldn't help turning his head and said, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Oh. I have a cousin whose grades are about the same as his. He is also at the bottom of the crane. Now he has started to use his family's relationship to find a place in the Iron Vocational College." Song Yan explained the reason for his thinking.

"Is it...a junior college? A higher vocational school?" Song Yuqiao wasn't sure how to call that kind of school.

"It seems to be a junior college." Song Yan looked confused and asked him instead, "What's the difference between a junior college and a higher vocational education?"

Song Yuqiao hadn't thought about knowing that kind of school at all, but now that he associated that kind of school with Qiao Yusong, he couldn't help feeling annoyed because he didn't understand.He replied flatly: "I don't know."

"I don't know either." Song Yan shrugged helplessly and said, "Anyway, I heard that you can work in the railway after graduation, and there is no employment pressure at all."

Song Yuqiao asked in surprise, "Is it true?"

"Really!" She replied affirmatively, "Hey, if he also works on the railway in the future, he will be the third generation of iron. Sometimes thinking about it, this is pretty good, better than many graduates who have no job. I don't know I know what I can do after graduation, although my grades are not bad now, but if I can’t find a job after graduation, my aunt might make fun of me behind my back for not being as good as her son.”

Song Yuqiao watched her curl her lips after speaking, thought for a while, and asked, "Can you and your cousin get along?"

She shook her head and said, "He, my uncle, and uncle, swear words twice in three sentences, it's terrible. I always have a hunch that after he graduates and works for a few years, I might not even want to talk to him."

After listening, Song Yuqiao frowned.

"Anyway, my cousin gave up studying a long time ago, so I'm not nervous at all." Song Yan sighed, and muttered, "I don't know how Xiao Song is. Can he take the undergraduate exam with his grades? Did you ask?"

"No." After Song Yuqiao finished speaking, seeing Song Yan obviously froze, he realized that his tone of voice was too aggressive.