Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

After the sky cleared for a short time, before the ground had had time to dry, it began to rain again.

This is completely hopeless, and I will definitely go to the Qingming Festival, and I will probably be soaked in the water during the three-day long holiday.

This weather is really worthy of Du Mu.

The only advantage is that the continuous precipitation makes the air much more humid, and Bi Xia's cough unknowingly healed up by half.

The teacher did not miss any teaching opportunity. The geography teacher came to ask why it was rainy during the Qingming Festival.

"You are from a literary point of view. From our geographical point of view, southern China has a subtropical monsoon climate..."

However, when it came to Chinese class, when the old class asked everyone to recite a few Qingming poems, the only thing they repeated over and over was the sentence "there is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival".

Fortunately, they have Bi Xia.

"The crows and magpies make noise and dim the trees, who will cry in the cold food during the Qingming Festival..."

"The morning comes with new fire and new smoke, the lake is bright and the passenger boat is clear..."

"The taste of the world is as thin as gauze, who made Jinghua ride a horse..."

One song after another, the old class didn't stop, and the clear voice seemed to be soaked in the spring rain, which made people feel comfortable.

Once again, everyone has a clear understanding of the overall champion of the poetry competition, and there is no other emotion except looking up.

Except for Qiuzheng, who had already unscrewed the thermos and was ready to pass water at any time, while complaining in his heart that the old class was not considerate, and his tablemate coughed so much that he had to talk.

"Okay, these capitals are not bad, everyone should memorize them too."

other people:? ! !

Tomb-sweeping is required during the Qingming Festival. In the early years, there was no cemetery, and the tombs were all built on the mountain.The tombs that are far away are cleaned by the younger generations in turn. This year it was his family's turn, and both Qiu Zhen's parents came back.

It’s been raining for the past few days, and it’s still drizzle this morning. The mountain path is muddy, and he treats everyone equally. Qiu Zhen’s bright red sneakers are covered with yellow mud, and the shoes get heavier and heavier as he walks.

He stopped to find a rock with some corners, rubbed it off most of the mud, picked up a branch and scraped it casually to solve the surrounding circle.

However, after not taking many steps, the soles of the shoes were covered with mud again.

"If you're not happy about letting you wear rain boots, just accept it yourself."

Before going out, Sister Wang asked him to change into rain boots. Qiu Zhen didn't wear them because he thought they were ugly, and it was rare for him not to wear a school uniform. He couldn't ruin his fashionable clothes on his shoes.

Qiu Zhen struggled all the way to reap the fruits of his own will, and his father put a hoe on the grave and began to clean the grave.

His grandmother had been widowed early and had no children, and she had adopted Sister Wang. They had a cold relationship with the family. The other grave-sweeping families were all in groups, and only their family came alone.

They didn't bring any sacrificial food and wine, only fruit bouquets, but grandma insisted on bringing joss sticks. After the incense, Qiuzheng took a banana and went to the top of the mountain.

On this walk, I saw an acquaintance, Uncle Bi Xia, who was lighting firecrackers, Qiu Zhen went up to say hello, and then followed him for a while very familiarly.

It didn't take long to hear the voices of Mr. Xia and Xia Tian.

This place is much more lively than their home. The whole family chatted together, and Bi Xia was surrounded by several female elders.

Qiu Zhen called out to Bi Xia, he turned his head almost immediately and saw Qiu Zhen showing a faint smile.

Mr. Xia sat on the side, and when he saw him coming, he said a few words cheerfully, then pointed to the tombstone and said to Bi Xia, "Dongdong, introduce him to him."

Everyone was amused by his statement.

Bi Xia really introduced the names of the people on the tombstone to Qiu Zhen.

Qingming remembers the ancestors, but is not sad, and visits the tomb for a walk.

The Xia family's ancestral graves are basically on this mountain, and there will be another one after the memorial ceremony. There are many people coming to their family, and there is no shortage of him for work. Qiu Zhen deceived people away openly.

Qiu Zhen led the people to the top of the mountain. There were not so many trees on the top of the mountain, and there were quite a few people setting off firecrackers. Amidst the chaotic sound of firecrackers, the two of them were struggling to communicate.

"Aren't you going to your dad's?"

"Never been."

"Oh, I haven't been there either. My father's ancestors were buried together for several generations. Later, the ancestral grave was dug up, the ancestral hall was demolished, the grave was swept, and the repaired ancestral hall was filled with incense."

They both looked at each other's lips when they spoke, there was no way, it was too noisy, and they had to use lip reading to interpret.

Qiu Zhen said such a long list, I don't know if Bi Xia understood, he just had nothing to say.It's like calling someone here, he didn't plan ahead, he just wanted to take him away because he was uncomfortable in a group of people.

Qiu Zhen stared at his shoe uppers for a long time, but he couldn't find a new topic. He couldn't say that I invite you to my ancestral grave.

Bi Xia didn't care, and being with Qiu Zhen, even if they cared for each other without saying a word, it felt better than being surrounded by a group of elders asking their parents about their income.

"Do you like sneakers?" After watching for a long time.

"It's okay. I haven't worn these shoes a few times. Let me tell you, don't look at them like they are now. They are really cool."

"Ah."

Last week, Ms. Bi Xia asked Ms. Xia to buy shoes. I don’t know what happened. Some styles are not available in China now.

After parting, Bi Xia called Ms. Xia again to inquire.

She was a little surprised, it was rare that Bi Xia was willing to ask her for help, and what was even rarer was that he called twice for this matter.

"I was just about to tell you that the same model you had last time was out of stock, and your mother bought you a new one. Did you report the wrong size?"

"Hmm. Not me."

"Send to friends?"

"Ah."

Ms. Xia was slightly distracted. No wonder she wanted to transfer money to her. When she received the transfer, she restrained herself for a long time before calling directly to question her.

She had to admit that Bi Xia had changed a lot, he was willing to ask her for help, and he had friends who were willing to take the trouble to prepare gifts.

"Then mom will look for it for you again, and send it directly when the time comes."

"Thank you."

"I'll buy two pairs of new ones, one pair for you and one pair for your friend, and I'll treat it as a gift from your mother."

Ms. Xia was very efficient, and the shoes arrived on Sunday, and Bi Xia was already at school, so she called and asked Xia Wenyuan to deliver them.

A house is placed there, and she is not at all polite in calling people.

Qiu Zhen had already hinted that Monday was his birthday two days earlier, and now the whole class knew about it, and he was the only one at the same table, so he didn't express it at all.

Qiu Zhen was a little anxious, he didn't care for any birthday presents, he just wanted to hear a happy birthday from his deskmate.

But no matter what he said, Bi Xia just didn't pick up.

"Tomorrow I will treat guests in the cafeteria."

"Ah."

"..."

"Where do you think the cake tastes better?"

"do not know."

"..."

"I received a greeting card yesterday, and it looks pretty good."

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen gave up.

Early the next morning, Qiu Zhen enjoyed the long-lost wake-up service. Before he realized that today was his birthday, he heard a cold and smiling voice from his deskmate saying, "Happy birthday."

Qiu Zhen woke up immediately.

So he remembered!

This was the first blessing Qiu Zhen received today, and Tong said that he also received his first birthday gift, Bi Xia gave him a shoebox.

Two pairs of shoes, one is a limited edition, it is more difficult to buy now, he saw Bi Xia wearing it, and the other is the latest model, which is what Bi Xia is wearing today.

He chose the latter without hesitation.

"She... my mother gave it to you."

"Aunt?"

Qiu Zhen squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and raised his head in surprise when he heard this.

"Ah."

"Thank auntie for me, no, I will tell her myself in the future."

"it is good."

Wearing new shoes for running, Qiu Zhen felt that his steps were much lighter, and he was blessed by showing off all day long.

At noon, Lao Ban came in with two cakes: "Qiu Zhen, come and get your cake."

"The young man is very popular, the cake is divided, pay attention to discipline."

One was collected by everyone, and the other was a bit unexpected, and they all asked Qiu Zhen who gave it to him.

Qiu Zhen didn’t know either. Fortunately, there was a greeting card on the second cake, with four simple words: Happy Birthday

Qiu Zhen recognized at a glance that it was written by his deskmate. He stood on the podium and looked down. Bi Xia was also looking at him. Qiu Zhen didn't know why he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

The cake that Bi Xia ordered was not big, so he cut the big cake for the whole class, but the small one took back the seats.

Qi Jiale: "Brother Qiu, that's also divided."

"No, this is for me."

"Hey—who is it?"

"Why do you ask so many questions? Eat yours."

"You don't even know who it is, do you?"

Qiu Zhen glanced at the same table, and thought how could I not know: "Joke, can I not know who gave it to me?"

"Who is that?"

Not only him, but other people were also very curious. The cakes they raised were big and expensive on average, but this one was different. The seven-inch cake was nearly three hundred.

This is a private dessert workshop, only making small desserts, the largest cake is seven inches.

"Of course it's me..." Qiu Zhen was about to say something, and stopped temporarily, or said it at the beginning, and concealed it for a long time, saying that it was the same table, which always felt a little strange.

"Who is it? It's mysterious, is it your girlfriend?"

"No."

"Who is that? Could it be someone you like?"

Bi Xia also took a look at him, and Qi Jiale took the opportunity to say, "Brother Qiu, you are also curious about the school committee, so tell me."

"He's not curious, he knows."

"Do you know the school committee?"

Bi Xia nodded.

Qi Jiale became even more curious: "Who the hell? Is it Brother Qiu's girlfriend?"

Bi Xia shook his head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head? No, you still don't know?"

"You ask him."

Qiu Zhen was very satisfied with his tablemate and united front with him, put his arm around his shoulder and smiled triumphantly: "Don't tell me, just guess. In the canteen on the third floor in the evening, I will treat you when you come."

The second half of the sentence successfully attracted everyone's attention, and no longer entangled with the cake.

In the evening, Qiu Zhen brought the little cake to the cafeteria, put a candle in it, made a decent wish and blew it out in one breath.

Class [-] classmates occupied a corner of the cafeteria and sang happy birthday to him. Somebody turned off the light here. Qiu Zhen opened his eyes after blowing out the candles, and met the gaze of his deskmate.

Bi Xia said to him, "Happy birthday."

At this moment, everything around him seemed to be far away, and in his eyes, only the cake in front of him and the person who gave him the cake remained in his world.

After a few clicks, the light turned on, and Qiu Zhen returned to reality. Bi Xia was no longer looking at him, but Qiu Zhen couldn't take his eyes off him.

Of course a seven-inch cake was not enough, so he ate the whole cake by himself.

Everyone was even more curious about who sent the cake, but Qiu Zhen refused to say who sent it, so they asked something else.

"Brother Qiu, do you like the person who gave you the cake?"

"I like it." Qiu Zhen blurted out.

"Oh~~"

Among the booing crowd, Bi Xia was still sitting upright, his eyelashes trembling slightly, do you like it?

Qiu Zhen glanced at the same table, and added: "I really like it, he is my very good friend."

"whispering sound--"

I don't know who said something to cover up, and everyone started booing again, asking about other things.

"Brother Qiu, is she pretty?"

Qiu Zhen will answer this question: "It looks good, especially good looking."

"How's your figure?"

"Tall and thin."

"What about the grades?"

"Year, rank among the best." The first name of the year segment revealed his secrets.

Everyone guessed which girl it was, from the eighth class to the first year of high school, and finally guessed all the good-looking girls in the second and third year of high school, but Qiu Zhen just denied it.

"Hey, is that someone, Su Xiaoxiao? Aren't Brother Qiu and her classmates in junior high school? They didn't even say they were in No. [-] Middle School."

The more they talked, the more they felt that it was possible to come to Qiuzhen again for confirmation.

"No, don't guess, it's just your IQ."

If it's not about girls being careful, everyone else is guessing blindly. Cheng Xiaoxiao saw the small piece of paper on the cake ribbon, and there were only four words. These four words were quite strong and familiar.

She looked at Bi Xia, and Bi Xia was looking at Qiu Zhen.Today's Qiuzheng showing off his sneakers of the same style as Bi Xia flashed in her mind, her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she suppressed her desire to speak.

A group of people laughed and made a noise and walked to the teaching building after dinner. Happy birthday song was playing on the radio.

As long as there is a classmate's birthday and someone contributes for him, the radio station will play this song.

Bi Xia didn't like to walk in the crowd, so he slowed down a little, and Qiu Zhen walked with him as well.

“Cakes are delicious.”

"Ah."

"The shoes are also very good."

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen knew that what he wanted to say was not these things, there was a fire burning in his heart, and he was yelling at him, it was not like this.

But what it was, he couldn't tell.

He stretched out his arms to wrap around Bi Xia's shoulders, and felt a little more at ease. Bi Xia didn't resist, and he tentatively put his arms around Bi Xia's waist again, so that he could get closer.

Qiu Zhen suspected that he had skin hunger and thirst, but fortunately Bi Xia still didn't respond, so Qiu Zhen just walked with his arms like this, which was a bit awkward to walk like this, but he felt comfortable.

Walking all the way to the stairs, Qiu Zhen turned right to go to the toilet, and Bi Xia turned left to go back to the classroom.

He walked to the seat and gently pulled it out, and there was a pink envelope lying on the ground.

A pink envelope, what girls usually use when expressing their feelings, he thought.

There was still a warm touch on Bi Xia's waist, but his heart felt a little cold.

He picked up the envelope on the ground and put it on Qiuzheng's table, his fingertips turned white.

Qiuzhen said: I like it, she is my very good friend.

The intimacy of these days made him forget his shape, and he also forgot that Qiu Zhen used to send a girl home day after day, and he forgot that he never said that he liked boys.

Bi Xia looked at the pink envelope on the table and gently closed his eyes.

Why do you drag him to go your way?

Time to wake up.