At 5:40 in the morning, Lou Ying woke up.
The physical card has expired. He returned to his home.
He sat up swiftly, recalling that he flexed and stretched the arm that was bolstered by Chi Xiaochi, then raised his hand to caress his lips, and after confirming that the three mint-flavored kisses last night were not a dream, he pressed his fists in front of him. With a grip, he just lifted the quilt, went down to the ground in a happy mood, swept the floor and made the bed, then took the toiletries, cleaned himself up, took the schoolbag, and was ready to go out.
Lou Ying just brought the door, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Chi Xiaochi sitting generously on the back seat of his bicycle, with one hand on the edge of the seat, his long legs folded randomly, drinking fresh milk from the warehouse .
The summer days are long, and the morning light at six o'clock splashes on the boy's shoulders, illuminating his eastward profile brightly and tenderly.
Lou Ying looked at him and gently closed the door. In front of him was the double silhouette of the teenager and the young Chi Xiaochi.
When he was completely relaxed, two people who were 12 years apart and had similar facial features were two completely different individuals.
The corners of the young Chi Xiaochi's mouth are always slightly upturned, and his body is full of the purity and vitality unique to young people, while the young Chi Xiaochi is always lazy, and he can decorate himself into a painting full of strong hormones anytime, anywhere, but it is Fine brushwork skills are dominant, and emotions tend to be weak.
Hearing the door closing, Chi Xiaochi raised his head with the straw in his mouth.
In an instant, the images of the two small pools were merged together, and their eyebrows were raised together.
Chi Xiaochi tapped lightly with his index finger on the seat: "Boss, take a ride."
He pointed to the milk and bread hanging from the handle of the car in a small plastic bag: "...fare."
... Xiaochi in the past and Xiaochi now belong to only one Lou Ying.
Lou Ying put the schoolbag in the car basket and dutifully lowered his head to check the tire condition.
Chi Xiaochi, who was sitting on the side, hugged his schoolbag, looked aside, and said, "I'm full of anger, let's go."
Lou Ying really wanted to touch his head.
He kicked off the foot support: "Why don't you sleep for a while?"
"I'm a second-class national protected animal, and I'm delicate." Chi Xiaochi said brazenly, "The floor at home is too rough, so I can't sleep."
Lou Ying gave a gentle "um", raised his hand and wiped the bronze school badge on his right chest.
Lou Ying is in the first class of high school.
He lightly wiped the surface of the iron plate with the tip of his index finger and rewritten the words on it.
… Lou Ying, National Second Class.
He straightened his badge carefully and held the handlebars: "Come to my house to sleep tonight?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Let's see if your uncle and uncle will come back."
Then, there was a strange silence while preparing to drive and preparing to sit.
Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying: "Why don't you leave? Dropped the chain?"
Lou Ying said nothing and looked down at his waist.
Chi Xiaochi grabbed the back seat.
Lou Ying: "If you don't hold it, you will fall off."
Chi Xiaochi said nonsense: "No, I have grown up."
The morning self-study for the first high school students is stipulated to start at seven o'clock, and the second middle school where Chi Xiaochi is located, the head teacher was already late at the door of the classroom at 6:40, so Lou Ying decided to send Xiaochi first.
Chi Xiaochi was once worried that he would press the front wheel of the bicycle high and the embarrassing picture did not appear. Lou Ying rode the bicycle steadily, and did not force the brake halfway, make a bad thing and let him plant on him or something. , which made Chi Xiaochi very disappointed.
After arriving at the destination, Lou Ying supported the ground with one leg, put Chi Xiaochi down, and at the same time asked thoughtfully, "How is the passenger's experience in the car?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "Except for the shoes, everything else is fine."
His legs are too long to meditate on the back seat of the bicycle, and he is so tired with his feet crossed that he can only drag all the way, furrowing the furrows along the road.
Looking at the traces he left behind, Chi Xiaochi felt an inexplicable sense of joy in the first time a farmer's children opened up wasteland.
Lou Ying looked at Chi Xiaochi's leg that had nowhere to rest and replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll try to change the car as soon as possible."
Chi Xiaochi jumped out of the car and stomped his feet: "Change."
Lou Ying: "What kind of car do you like?"
Chi Xiaochi thought for a moment and replied, "Cash transporter."
Lou Ying smiled: "Received."
Watching Chi Xiaochi enter the school, Lou Ying lay on the bicycle and remembered his few fragmented memories.
The back of the boy who was pushing a bicycle and walked lonely on the road overlapped and separated from the person in front of him.
Lou Ying leaned down and gently stroked the bar of the bicycle under him.
In his original world, this bicycle was completed by himself little by little.
He was about to ride the car away, when suddenly a familiar radio noise came from his ears.
Lou Ying held his ears and frowned slightly.
After a while, his expression relaxed.
As soon as Chi Xiaochi sat down on the seat and took out the language textbook, Lou Ying spoke in his mind: "Xiaochi, I have to go back 'in a moment'."
Chi Xiaochi: "Is something wrong?"
"It's a good thing. It's an award." Lou Ying laughed, "The general system has just held a mid-year meeting. Bai Anyi's case is a difficult and miscellaneous case that has been accumulated for a long time, and no system dares to take it. Now that it has been solved, the general system has released it to you. The reward order is probably to give you some exchange value or rare items, it’s not too much, it’s always an honor. You’re on a mission, so I have to go back and collect it on your behalf.”
At the end, Lou Ying added: "...There will be someone to replace you, don't worry."
Chi Xiaochi grabbed the stationery with a pause: "Who?"
Lou Ying replied: "089."
… as he expected.
The small movements of the Lord God accelerated.
Without face-to-face observation, Lou Ying failed to perceive Chi Xiaochi's mood swings well: "I already told him not to talk to him. After returning to our world, there will be time."
Chi Xiaochi responded casually, "Hmm."
Soon, 061 went offline and 089 went online.
Chi Xiaochi didn't expect that 089 really didn't say a word except to say hello to him, so quiet as if Lou Ying had stuck a silence card on his mouth before he left.
But thanks to him being so quiet, Chi Xiaochi's current two-talk crosstalk did not advance to the group crosstalk.
The same table stepped into the classroom, and just took a picture with Chi Xiaochi and made a fuss: "Damn, what's wrong with your face?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Mosquito bites."
At the same table: "What kind of mosquito is this, bring your family to eat buffet?"
He scrutinized Chi Xiaochi's face carefully: "Is it shot by an electric mosquito swatter?"
Chi Xiaochi pushed him: "Go go go."
"Someone beat you?" the tablemate asked. "Are you being entangled by those punks who want money?"
Chi Xiaochi decided to reveal a little secret to him appropriately: "No, my parents."
Deskmate: "I was beaten with an electric mosquito swatter?"
Chi Xiaochi was amused: "Go away."
The flesh on the same table's face hurts: "Damn it, don't give me such a good face."
After a while, when Chi Xiaochi was reciting "Apprenticeship List", the same table came over again: "Are you serious? Your parents really beat you."
Chi Xiaochi: "Yeah."
"Then the last time you injured your arm, you said it was the door clip..."
Seeing that Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, the tablemate also understood.
He scratched the back of his head, and his expression became a little more serious: "Otherwise, if your parents beat you again, you can come and live in my house. My house is quite big."
Naturally, Chi Xiaochi would not refuse this kindness for "Chi Xiaochi": "Thank you."
The deskmate who has been worried since just now has a smile: "Good, call me dad."
Chi Xiaochi pressed his head into the book.
There are still two days before the holiday, and people's hearts are already scattered in a mess.
Next to No. 2 Middle School is an elementary school. In the early morning, I started to debug the broadcast, and the audition sound of hello hello was heard from time to time.
When the students read in the morning, they were still a little energetic, and they raised their voices to fight against the thunderous "hello" sound. As a result, after the get out of class bell rang, everyone's throats were collectively overwhelmed, and they all stood up to collect water.
As a result, as soon as the school bell rang here, the chemistry teacher stood on the stage, and there began to broadcast "The Second National Radio Gymnastics for Primary School Students, Young Eagles Take Off".
The students turned their heads to look at the clock on the wall, wondering if it was God's manifestation, which made the time fast-forward to the recess.
But obviously, they think a little too much.
Chi Xiaochi's tablemate turned his head dejectedly: "It's early in the morning, what are you flying?"
Chi Xiaochi: "The early bird catches the worm."
The same table sighed: "A group of little kids."
Chi Xiaochi's opinion is, Big Brother, if I remember correctly, you should have just been here two years from there.
Deskmate: "Two years is not a year."
Chi Xiaochi thought about it and thought it made sense, so he didn't refute him any more.
The same tablemate looked at the chemistry textbook for a while, then suddenly looked up: "Oh, I remembered. When I went to school this morning, I saw a lot of parents coming next door. It seems that there is a summer sports meeting today."
The backseat heard it and said in surprise: "Psycho. It's already July."
"Isn't this going to be the Olympic Games? Answer the call of the country and let the whole group do the activities." The same table said, "And I heard that they are holding fun games. At the beginning, there is a radio gymnastics competition, and then there are kangaroo jumping, two-person three-legged things. Yes. To put it bluntly, it's just playing."
After everyone expressed their envy to the little fart children, they planned to return to reality and read with peace of mind. Who would have thought that after the first time, the young eagle would soon start the second flight.
Chi Xiaochi felt that something was wrong: "Their radio exercises should be done collectively, or one class at a time."
Deskmate: "... This dad doesn't know either."
As it turns out, the latter is correct.
Because they played the baby eagles taking off more than ten times in a row, they could still hear the sound of the broadcast, "Thank you for the wonderful performance of X class in X year".
The chemistry teacher wisely gave up after playing with the radio for a while.
After a while, it seemed that the teacher from the school went to negotiate, and the volume of the broadcast was no longer so unbridled, but the hearts of people who had been scattered into a pan of sand were now like dust.
As soon as the bell rang, many students ran into the corridor, holding their textbooks in rolls as loudspeakers, and wrestling with the elementary school opposite.
helpful.
"Classmate Lu XX, hurry up and check in, your mother is waiting for you at the check-in place with two cans of Wangzai's milk!"
"Student Lu XX, are you lost! The radio has called you for ten minutes!"
There are also people who are messing around.
"Spiced lamb's trotters, brine pig's feet!"
"Get your hair! Get your hair long!"
Chi Xiaochi opened the window and looked at the campus life he had never seriously experienced.
The heads, shaved to the extent of only stubble, were swaying by the railing, bouncing like black and white keys on a piano.
It's such a beautiful dream.
The same table shouted that he was tired, he went back to his seat and unscrewed the water glass. Seeing Chi Xiaochi looking out the window intently, he kicked his ass with his foot: "What are you thinking?"
In the past, he would never have dared to do such out-of-bounds actions to this same tablemate who didn't know whether it was shy or cold. First, he didn't know him well, and secondly, he was afraid of being cut by a girl.
Chi Xiaochi rarely took advantage of Wen Qing, an age who could easily be forgotten and forgiven when he fell ill, and said, "Did you see outside?"
The same table nodded: "I see, it's all my son."
Chi Xiaochi also tried to stay strong: "I thought of a song..."
The half saliva he just drank at the same table was not wasted at all, and he greeted Chi Xiaochi on his back.
Chi Xiaochi: "...what are you doing."
The same table wiped his mouth: "I'm sorry, I thought you were going to sing."
Chi Xiaochi: "What's wrong with me singing. Have you ever heard me sing?"
At the same table: "That's not true. But at the New Year's Day party last year, we all learned your erhu."
Chi Xiaochi didn't remember this for a long time, and he searched the memory of the original owner, Chi Xiaochi, only to remember what had happened to him.
At the New Year's Day party half a year ago, their class played a card-drawing game.
The first step is to write the names of everyone in the class on a small piece of paper, and put the pile of small pieces of paper together and label it A.
The second step is to write small notes on all the places in the class, such as window sills, lecterns, desks, close up, label B.
The third step is to write some postures on a small note, such as splits, handstand, duck squat, and back, label C.
The fourth step, write down the performance items on a small note, such as singing, dancing, pulling the erhu, reuniting, label D.
After shuffling all the ABCD notes, the host will randomly select one of the four piles of notes and spell out a complete sentence, and the selected person must perform according to the instructions of the assembled note.
A total of ten people had to be drawn to perform, and Chi Xiaochi was honored to win the bid when he drew the ninth.
The content of the performance he drew was rare and normal.
Chi Xiaochi, on the windowsill, crossed Erlang's legs and pulled the erhu.
...better than the last unlucky bastard doing the splits on the podium and saying goodbye to Cambridge.
When Chi Xiaochi from elementary school was studying "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", he longed for A Bing, and secretly made a few strings with cotton wool, according to the erhu score pulled out from the old bookstore, which is exactly like Playing with chopsticks, I feel that I am much more experienced than the average person. This time, for the New Year's Day party, a female classmate brought the erhu from home. He had been coveting it for a while, but he didn't expect it to come true, and he really picked this erhu.
Before going on the court, he clapped a fist to everyone with pride and ambition: "It's a shame."
At the end of the song, half of the building where he was sitting was completely silent.
The girl who brought the erhu with a sad face, touched her erhu distressedly, thinking it had been sawed off.
The next day, Chi Xiaochi was surrounded by the class next door. Look, this is the one who played the violin like a decoration yesterday.
The girls pointed at him and said, "How cute."
Seeing the past self in his memory, Chi Xiaochi held back for a long time before he could speak: "I... that was the first time I played Erhu."
"Oh, you are pulling the erhu." The same table said, "The erhu screamed as if you were beaten."
Chi Xiaochi couldn't bear it any longer, he laughed out loud, and the more he laughed, the lower he bent, lying on the table, he couldn't straighten up at all, and tears came out of his laughter, making his tablemate feel quite inexplicable.
The same table pushed his shoulder: "Hey, are you having a cramp?"
Chi Xiaochi shook his head, buried his face in his arms, and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes.
He had such a happy time when he was young.
Even he himself forgot.