The renting thing did not go well. There were not many houses near the school. The only few houses were too expensive, and it was inconvenient to be too far away. After a few months, the two of them could not find a favorite. Compared to Xu Tangcheng, Yi Zhe has more free time, so he spends most of the time looking around. Zheng Yikun is also very concerned about this matter and will come over when he is free.
At that time, YiZhe was still learning to drive, and it took him nearly two hours to go to the northernmost point of Haidian each time. Xu Tangcheng saw that he couldn't rest almost every weekend. He was afraid that he would be tired, so he advised him not to rush first. If he could find it, he would find it, and forget it if he couldn't find it. Yi Zhe took two big bites of rice and said, "I will find it."
Things cannot be delayed, and even if there is no progress, keep trying.
But having said that, in the end, the house still hasn't been rented. There is no other reason. After a year of homeschooling, Yizhe quit his high-paying job and suddenly lost his biggest source of income. Housing prices became a factor that they had to consider even more.
The last time I went to the bedroom full of knowledge and exercises, the boy was lying on the table listening to a Walkman. The fuselage is old, and the paint has been knocked off on the corners. It doesn't look like something that should appear in this rich family.
Seeing him come in, the boy pressed the pause button.
It sounded like an old bell.
The boy took off his headphones and asked him, "Are you leaving?"
YiZhe nodded. For some reason, he felt that the boy seemed to be thinner, and after a summer, he did not turn black at all, and his skin was still extremely white and bloodless.
"Actually, my mother gave a lot of money." The boy suddenly said softly.
They have been together for a long time, and occasionally they talk about their own affairs. The boy knows that he has been looking for a house for half a year. At this time, he just wanted to remind him that being a tutor here is an important part of his life. very favorable conditions.
Of course, Yizhe knew this very well. When he decided to resign, he informed Zheng Yikun. Zheng Yikun has now turned to reselling houses. Although he no longer manages the affairs of tutoring agencies, he still understands the market situation. He advised Yi Zhe to reconsider. If he was looking for an ordinary part-time job, he probably wouldn't find anything better than this one.
Yi Zhe didn't think about it, insisted on resigning, and didn't tell Zheng Yikun why in the end.
Resignation is by no means a whim, and a torn concert ticket in the trash is just the last straw to make him make up his mind.
The boy said in a low voice again: "If you leave, nothing will change. There will be a new teacher, or I will go to a new cram school."
YiZhe didn't say a word, but like a friend, he patted the boy on the shoulder twice, not knowing whether to encourage or comfort him.
It was the first time that day, and the boy insisted on sending YiZhe away. In the summer, he put on a long-sleeved jacket before going out, and put the Walkman in his pocket. The mother was on the phone in the study and walked to the corridor. YiZhe was about to go over to say goodbye, but the boy suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his arm, and shook his head at him.
Every time YiZhe left by subway, it took a long time to walk from the community to the subway station, so he asked the boy to drop it off at the door, but the boy said, "I'll be scolded anyway, and I've already sneaked out, so I'll just walk a little longer. "
The sun was shining and he was wearing a lot of clothes, but he only walked for a short distance in the community. At this time, the tip of his nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
The boy is also a person who is used to being silent. The two of them walked most of the way, and only the sound of the soles rubbing against the ground was hitting the hot air. Until passing by a video store, the boy stopped and looked over there motionlessly.
On the glass of the video store is a giant poster advertising a concert.
After watching him quietly for a while, Yi Zhe asked, "Can I still go to the concert?"
Hearing this, the boy looked away, shook his head, and said softly, "There are no more tickets."
He said it plainly, but even YiZhe felt pity and distressed. He still remembered that a month ago, the boy secretly took out the ticket from a high school math textbook, pressed it with three fingers, carefully rubbed the table, and put it in front of him. In YiZhe's impression, boys rarely laugh, but at that moment when he looked up, he saw that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He told him that this was his favorite singer, that he helped a classmate improve his math score by 40 points, and that classmate gave him the ticket.
"It's just the cheapest seat, and it's still in the corner." The boy said this, but he still carefully put the ticket into a book that was rarely used.
When he was about to get to the subway station, Yizhe received a call from Xu Tangcheng. He told him that he had encountered a technical problem that needed to be solved, and told him not to wait for him to eat at night.
YiZhe turned to the phone with a "hmm" and asked again, "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."
The people over there didn't know what to say, YiZhe held up the phone and started laughing.
The boy watched him put the phone back in his pocket and asked, "Is your girlfriend?"
"No." YiZhe said.
The boy muttered and repeated his answer, and whispered, "It's the first time I've seen you smile like that."
People probably can't help but be in love with the people they like. Looking at the person beside him who bowed his head again, YiZhe's rough thinking was rarely so emotional.
The goodbye between them was peculiar.
Two people stood at the subway entrance, and people kept walking up the descending elevator. The boy watched their backs and wondered what he was thinking. After a while, he suddenly said, "I have never taken the subway. My mother said that taking the subway is a waste of time. Your time is more valuable than money."
That was almost the time when Yi Zhe valued money the most. If he had more money, he wouldn't have to give up the two nice houses he had seen before. So when he heard such words, Yi Zhe's thoughts became as chaotic as the surrounding environment.
He walked up the elevator with a head full of money and time, and the boy waved at him, half of his hands hidden in his fat sleeves.
Halfway down the elevator, Yi Zhe remembered that he could give the boy a concert ticket. After reaching the bottom, he quickly stood on the side of the elevator, but when he hurriedly chased out, he saw that the boy got into a taxi not far away.
Ideas are formed in circumstances and experiences, and once formed, allow people to be kings in them. There is no right or wrong, but it is difficult for anyone to change, no matter whether the throne is acquired actively or passively. It was like it was not until half a year later that they finally got a house, YiZhe would still give up taking a taxi when he went out and choose public transportation that would take longer.
The location of the house is very good. It only takes 20 minutes to walk from the school. The rent is still cheap. The disadvantage of Weiyi is that the building is relatively old and there is no elevator. Yi Zhe knew that Xu Tangcheng loved cleanliness, so after finding the house, he deliberately resisted telling him, until he cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, he chose a sunny afternoon and dragged Xu Tangcheng there.
The curtains are drawn, and outside is generous sunlight.
In front of her eyes were the debris shaken from the curtains, clearly illuminated by the sunlight. It's an empty shot that Xu Tangcheng likes.
Facing the window, Xu Tangcheng was inexplicably fascinated. For some reason, he felt that such an empty mirror was very meaningful.
To what extent were you touched
If he were asked to choose a few pictures to represent his life, he would choose this one to represent them.
There is no Yizhe, and there is no him, but they are still there.
The beginning of the second semester of the senior year means the formal determination of the number of guaranteed research places. With Xu Tangcheng ahead, of course Yi Zhe would not fail to work hard. He knew where his grades were, and when he saw the list in the announcement window of the academy building, he didn't feel any surprise, but Xu Tangcheng kept asking him to apply for it. What professional.
YiZhe never answered. Even, in fact, he didn't even think about whether to continue reading.
The living room of the rental room was covered with a carpet that YiZhe had brought back from the Home City not long ago. After taking a shower, the two of them put a notebook on the coffee table and sat together to study YiZhe's future choices.
"You choose whether to study or work first. If you work now, there are companies to choose from, but if we major undergraduates enter, the technical skills of the work may be relatively weak," Xu Tangcheng glanced at YiZhe, "You have to follow Can you deal with people?"
Before his hair was dry, Yi Che rubbed his head indiscriminately and said, "I don't like it."
"Then don't work, continue to study, and engage in scientific research."
The wet towel was placed on the coffee table, YiZhe turned around, one leg was behind Xu Tangcheng's back, and the other passed under his knees, wrapping him into his arms. He was keen to hug Xu Tangcheng in this strange posture, and Xu Tangcheng even suspected that he arranged such a sentimental place in the living room so that the two of them could have this posture.
Holding the person firmly, Yi Zhe then denied: "I don't like scientific research either."
This is not nonsense, he does find that he is not too interested in anything. I don't talk about it when dealing with people, basically I don't care if I can ignore it. As for scientific research, his ability is okay, but if he likes it, I am afraid he is still eight thousand miles away.
After Xu Tangcheng listened, he put down the pen in his hand and asked with his fingers, "I don't like work, I don't like scientific research, so what do you like?"
Yi Zhe put his chin on Xu Tangcheng's shoulder, and quickly said, "I like you."
Xu Tangcheng took a deep breath.
He smiled and stretched out a finger to pick Yizhe's face: "I see that you are doing everything now."
Xu Tangcheng turned his face away when he spoke, and YiZhe seized the opportunity and did not give him a chance to refuse, starting from the mouth and kissing all the way to the neck. The atmosphere gradually became unpleasant. When things were still under control, Xu Tangcheng quickly grabbed YiZhe's messy hand behind him, knocked on the table top of the coffee table, and warned, "No, let's get down to business."
YiZhe didn't listen, and continued to hug him with his strength.
"No, no," Xu Tangcheng pushed him, "you go first, you have to make a decision tonight, you can't put it off any longer. If you want to go to graduate school, you should contact the teacher, and many teachers have this kind of guaranteed postgraduate quota. Two, if you keep dragging along, all the powerful teachers will be robbed."
How could YiZhe think about whether to study it or not? Why did he deliberately carry the rug back? Was it because the rug was so soft that he started to feel bad when he touched it. He pretended not to hear Xu Tangcheng's words, and Xu Tangcheng was not convinced at all, trying to break free from him while telling him that it was really impossible today.
"I protest!"
With Xu Tangcheng not cooperating like this, Yi Zhe couldn't continue. In the end, he squeezed the person in his arms with all his strength, and he said this in a loud voice.
Xu Tangcheng stopped moving and looked at him.
"What are you protesting against?"
"I protest that you never let me kiss you," YiZhe felt wronged after thinking about it, "Do you know what you talk to me the most every day? What you talk to me the most every day is, no, no, no All right, YiZhe, let's go."
Xu Tangcheng was stunned by his emotional imitation. Now that he said this, he felt that he really had to have a few words with him.
"Hey, are you unreasonable?" He turned slightly towards YiZhe, raised his hand, and poked YiZhe's arm beside him with his index finger, "You said that every time you kissed only bare. Dear? In this room, when did you not move your hands and feet?"
Every time he said he would kiss him, but whenever he didn't kiss him and then he started fluffing clothes, everyone was a man, and Xu Tangcheng would still not know the little Jiujiu in Yi Zhe's heart
YiZhe languished. He thought about it, and he really didn't move his feet recently.
"Then it hasn't been this week..."
"Not yet?" Xu Tangcheng interrupted him, wondering, "Then I was dreaming the night before yesterday?"
Forgot it's Wednesday.
Yi Zhe was silenced by Xu Tangcheng, completely silenced, and buried his face on his shoulder to calm down alone. Xu Tangcheng held back his laughter and continued to scroll through the web page to study which teacher should be better for Yi Zhe.
But after a few seconds, a small voice came from his shoulders.
"I applied to increase the quota, once a week is too little."
"Hey..." After listening to him, Xu Tangli raised his left hand and touched his waist, "The waist hurts a bit."
"Back pain?" YiZhe sat up straight, "Why does your back hurt?"
Xu Tangcheng glanced at him.
Yi Zhe pursed his lips, recalled something, and scorned. He collapsed his originally straight back instantly, put a hand on Xu Tangcheng's lower back, and said, "Then I'll rub it for you."
The bloody young man finally stopped, and the discussion finally returned to the topic. Yi Zhe saw that it was already eleven o'clock. He didn't want Xu Tangcheng to go to bed so late again, so he directly picked up his pen and said, "Graduate study, or go straight to a doctorate, it's fine, don't pick a teacher, I'll choose from you. A mentor is incredible."
What a simple matter.
Xu Tangcheng hesitated, frowning: "You also do satellite navigation?"
"Um."
"What's wrong?" Seeing his unhappy look, YiZhe was surprised, "No way?"
"It's not impossible," Xu Tangcheng thought for a while, then turned his head and said, "It's just two people doing one major without any sense of worship."
Two people have a clear understanding of each other's research. Maybe whoever publishes a paper and the other party can pick out some faults. Whoever sets a relatively cutting-edge project goal will have to be rejected by the other person and say that you are not reliable.
"Ah? Do you still have a sense of admiration?"
YiZhe hadn't considered this aspect at all. He thought it simply. It would be great to choose a teacher and still be in the same laboratory. But when he turned his head and thought about it, it seemed that it was the same. When he was in high school, he didn't understand anything. When he saw Xu Tangcheng's professional-related things, he admired him very much.
"Then I'll change it?"
Xu Tangcheng clicked on a news item on the academy's homepage, turned the computer a little, and showed it to Yi Zhe, "Do you want to do something in the adjacent space?"
"What is near space?"
"Probably the area between aviation and aerospace. Although it has been proposed for many years, it is still a relatively new field. I think it is very promising. It should become more and more popular for a long time in the future. high."
As Xu Tangcheng spoke briefly, he searched the web page for the words "near space", trying to find some more professional information for YiZhe to read. But when he clicked on an article, YiZhe only read the first two lines and decided, "Let's do it."
"You haven't watched it for three seconds," Xu Tangcheng dared not agree with Yi Zhe's attitude, "Isn't it a bit sloppy?"
"Not sloppy." YiZhe put his hand on Xu Tangcheng's hand and moved the mouse as if he had already made up his mind. He clicked the page back to the teacher introduction on the website of his college, and happened to see that a professor had just written one item in the introduction—near space remote sensing.
"Professor Wei is fine," Xu Tangcheng followed his mouse, "Da Niu, and I heard that it is also good for students."
After choosing the direction of study, Yi Zhe immediately sent an email to Professor Wei under the guidance of Xu Tangcheng. After pressing the send button, YiZhe breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately pulled Xu Tangcheng to sleep. As Xu Tangcheng closed all the webpages he just opened, he asked, "Why did you decide to choose this so quickly?"
"Near space refers to the airspace between the highest flight altitude of ordinary aviation aircraft and the lowest orbital altitude of space-based satellites." Yi Zhe's memory is very good, he repeated the sentence he just saw, and said, "We two next to each other."
This reason made Xu Tangcheng speechless. He smiled, shook his head, and turned off the computer.
At that time, there was no refutation of Yi Zhe, but while lying on the bed, Xu Tangcheng thought that the height of the adjacent space defined by the United States and Jun is 20km-100km, and although the space above 100km is defined as space space internationally, in fact, satellite orbits usually require Designed to be more than 120km - the United States launched a satellite 112km from the lowest point of the earth in 1959, and it fell after orbiting the earth once.
What's more, the GPS satellite system he studied has an orbital altitude of 20,200km, which is far away from the adjacent space.
Thinking about it, Xu Tangcheng smiled silently at the darkness. He felt that he was really unpleasant, someone obviously had a very romantic explanation, but after he really denied it, it turned into a sad story that would never touch each other.
He couldn't fall asleep for a long time because of his wild thoughts. Just when he fell asleep, Xu Tangcheng was awakened by a sudden bell. He slept lightly, and as soon as the first bell rang, the phone was already connected by him.
Before the call was connected, he was habitually worried whether there was something wrong with Xu Tangxi's body, but unexpectedly, Cheng Xu was crying on the phone.
Yi Zhe woke up in a daze after hearing Xu Tangcheng's voice. Before he could fully open his eyes, Xu Tangcheng who sat up suddenly grabbed an arm.
"Get up, something happened to Chengxu."
Before the light in the bedroom was turned on, YiZhe heard a loud noise, the sound of the wooden chair being knocked to the ground.