They couldn't play the basketball game, and they couldn't fight in group fights either. Seeing Chen Rui and the others finish the 3,000-word self-criticism and then go to the infirmary to apply the ointment, the grievance was understood.
But a group of people didn't want to go back to No. 3 Middle School, so they sat idly on the stands of the playground where the sun was setting outside, each with a popsicle in his mouth, contemplating life.
Contemplating, Xiaopang still turned around unwillingly, and asked Song Yan for the one hundred and eighth time: "You and Master Xia are really just good brothers?"
Song Yan sat on a high place and leaned over to look at him: "Do you really want to be beaten?"
"..." Xiaopang hesitated, "I'm sorry to bother you."
After finishing speaking, he turned around obediently and pretended that nothing happened.
Song Yan also withdrew his murderous gaze, but when he turned his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the girl walking towards them under the stands, so he kicked Xia Zhiye, who was lazily peeling chestnuts beside him, and said in a bad mood : "Get up, someone is looking for you."
Xia Zhiye looked up, understood clearly, stood up, and patted the ashes on his pants: "Don't worry, I'll come back as soon as I go, I won't run away with others..."
"Run your uncle."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yan kicked him off the stands.
Seeing someone's highly jealous expression, Xia Zhiye couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled, and when he walked up to Jiang Yuanyuan, he calmed down slightly: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"
"That... um... It's really nothing, I just want to say thank you, and then I'm sorry for making you suffer so much and delaying your basketball game. This is a little bit of my heart, I hope you can accept it with a smile." Jiang Yuan Yuan handed over a stack of tickets.
Xia Zhiye took a look and asked, "This is?"
"My dad's company issued a lot of package tickets for the newly opened amusement park in the south of the city. Anyway, it's useless for me to hold them. If you hand them over to me, it's an apology."
There are favors that others want to pay back, but if you don’t accept them, it will make others feel bad. Only when you accept them, will the unhappy past be completely over.
So Xia Zhiye didn't say anything, just took it and put it away: "Thank you."
"It's okay, you're welcome, I wish you all a good time." Jiang Yuanyuan smiled generously, then turned and left gracefully.
There are no superfluous words, nor any superfluous lingering.
As if knowing that there is no need to say something to embarrass everyone, it is also a kind of satisfaction to let those teenage thoughts come to an unspoken end in peace.
Song Yan, who was sitting on the highest stand, couldn't hear their conversation. He could only see Jiang Yuanyuan handing something like a ticket to Xia Zhiye, and then Xia Zhiye accepted it without thinking. The chestnuts Xia Zhiye had just peeled were no longer sweet.
I have been busy here and there for most of the day to vent his anger and redress his grievances, but in the end, I am helping someone to renew their relationship.
As soon as Xia Zhiye turned his head, he met Song Yan's icy gaze, slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and walked up slowly: "Brother Yan, are you free this weekend?"
Song Yan didn't even bother to roll his eyes. They basically never entered the blind spot of each other's vision 24 hours a day except for the half hour when they took a shower. Did Xia Zhiye have any idea whether he was free or not
On the other hand, Xiaopang, who was sitting below, liked to join in the fun, and turned around actively: "I'm free, I'm free! Why, does Master Xia have any activity arrangements?"
"Jiang Yuanyuan said that in order to express his gratitude and apology, please go to the amusement park. Tickets are valid until December 1st." Xia Zhiye sent the tickets.
Five main players, three substitutes, two cheerleaders, ten tickets are just right.
Fatty and Kong Xiaoxiao happily took the tickets: "Why don't we go tomorrow? Anyway, the basketball game is also cancelled, and there is no homework this weekend, so if you are idle, you will be idle."
Liu Yue stuffed the tickets: "I won't go, I'm not interested in this kind of thing."
After speaking, he left with a few basketball teams.
Zhou Ziqiu also stood up: "I have an appointment on the weekend to score points, and I don't have time."
Fatty and Kong Xiaoxiao could only look at the two remaining people: "Brother Yan, Master Xia, are you going?"
Xia Zhiye stretched his legs lazily: "Don't look at me, just ask you brother Yan, what I say doesn't count."
Kong Xiaoxiao looked at Song Yan expectantly, and then received a cold and heartless sentence: "No."
"..."
Kong Xiaoxiao, who was miserably rejected, asked Song Yan, a classmate from Beijing, a question, "Do you know what someone like Master Xia is called in Chengdu dialect?"
Song Yan: "?"
Kong Xiaoxiao: "Rake your ears."
After speaking, without giving Song Yan any chance to react and start killing, he grabbed Xiaopang and quickly fled the scene of the crime.
Song Yan frowned slightly, and looked at Xia Zhiye: "What do you mean by raking ears?"
Xia Zhiye didn't change his face and made up nonsense: "It means that this person is talking about running the train."
Song Yan understood, and said expressionlessly: "Then you are really good at listening."
"Well, you're right, it's quite ear-splitting."
Xia Zhiye smiled and leaned against the railing behind him, watching the afterglow of the setting sun cast a faint halo on Song Yan's ears, thinking that his future family status would probably be like this.
But you have to have a family before you have family status. It would be a pity if you don't grasp the good opportunity of two tickets to the amusement park that you picked up for nothing.
So he opened his mouth slowly: "Grandma asked you to eat at home tomorrow, and said that she wanted to check whether you have gained weight, should you go?"
"Go."
For those rare people who take the initiative to care about him, Song Yan is never willing to disappoint their kindness.
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The next day, the two of them slept until noon before leaving for Zaijiu Lane.
Grandma Liu was busy in the kitchen, and said she wanted to help Song Yanbu. Just as Little Mahjong was about to happily go up to be hugged by his handsome brother, Xia Zhiye waved to her.
Little Mahjong understood instantly, and ran over with a rattling sound: "Brother Ye, what's the matter."
Xia Zhiye glanced at the kitchen, confirmed that Song Yan was talking with Grandma Liu, looked down at Little Mahjong, and said with a smile, "Does Little Mahjong want to go to the amusement park?"
Little Mahjong nodded frantically: "I want to go!"
"If you want to go, do brother a favor later."
Little Mahjong tilted her head, as if she felt that this question was a bit beyond the comprehension of her three-year-old child.
Xia Zhiye put it in a more direct way: "When you eat later, as soon as Brother Ye mentions the amusement park, you will start to act like a baby and sell cute little crying bags to your beautiful brother, understand? "
"understood!"
Little Mahjong nodded heavily.
Xia Zhiye plucked her sparse soft fur in satisfaction: "Then brother's lifelong happiness will be entrusted to you. If you behave well, I will buy you a small cake to eat."
"What is lifelong happiness?"
Little Mahjong is worried about issues that she shouldn't worry about at her age.
Xia Zhiye thought for a while, looked into her eyes, and replied seriously: "Lifelong happiness is that you can eat your favorite little cake all your life."
"Wow! That's so happy! I must let Brother Ye eat the little cakes!" Little Mahjong didn't even dare to think about what kind of fairy day it was, his eyes were so happy that they were almost bubbling.
Song Yan came out and saw this scene, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart: "Xia Zhiye, what bad things do you want to teach little mahjong again?"
"What bad things can I teach such a young child? It's just that she saw the amusement park ticket in my pocket and insisted that I take her there." Xia Zhiye's tone was so natural that he didn't even blink his eyes.
Song Yan didn't think too much about it: "If she wants to go, you can just take her there, isn't there a ticket right now.
"But she is too young, so she can only go to the parent-child paradise."
Xia Zhiye's tone was not without regret.
Song Yan didn't understand: "It's not like this playground doesn't have a parent-child paradise."
"However, the themed activities in the Parent-Child Paradise require at least two parents to accompany them."
"Don't dream, I won't go."
Song Yan sensed Xia Zhiye's true intentions for a second and refused decisively.
Xia Zhiye's kidnapping: "You don't want grandma to go with you, do you?"
"Going to what? Where? How long?" Grandma Liu hurriedly refused after hearing half of what she said, "Anyway, don't arrange for me. I don't want to go anywhere with my old arms and legs. I want you young people to go by yourself. "
Xia Zhiye shrugged slightly to show helplessness.
Just as Song Yan was about to speak again, little Mahjong lowered his head and pouted his small mouth, blinking his flickering long eyelashes: "All the other children in the kindergarten have been to the playground, but little Mahjong has never been, and little Mahjong wants to go too." , I hate my brother and take the little mahjong, okay?"
A three or four-year-old girl's milky soft voice is completely irresistible once she speaks.
Song Yan hadn't thought about what to say before, with a "click", little mahjong's tears fell to the ground: "is it because little mahjong has no parents, so little mahjong can't go to the amusement park, but little mahjong really wants to go , Little Mahjong wants to be like other kids."
"..."
Song Yan broke the defense directly.
At that moment, he remembered the way he looked at other classmates' parents taking them to the amusement park when he was a child, so he knelt down, hugged the little mahjong, wiped away her tears, and coaxed in a low voice: "Little Mahjong is like other children, he can go wherever he wants, and my brother will take you with him."
"Really?"
Little Mahjong had red eyes and sniffled his nose.
Song Yan took out a tissue, blew her nose clean, and said in a low voice, "Really."
"Then pull the hook."
"Okay, hook hook."
The short, round fleshy fingers hooked the young man's cold and slender knuckles with great difficulty, and pulled it back and forth twice, which was considered to be a contract.
Little Mahjong broke through his tears and smiled, and hugged Song Yan: "Beautiful brother is the best for little Mahjong! Little Mahjong likes pretty brother the most!"
While hugging and rubbing back and forth, Xia Zhiye was very envious, just about to say "Me too", Song Yan raised his eyelids coldly and gave him a murderous look.
Xia Zhiye: "?"
Song Yan patted Little Mahjong on the head: "Hey, let's watch cartoons first."
Then he stood up and looked at Xia Zhiye: "What do you want to do?"
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly, with an innocent face: "What can I do?"
"Didn't you teach the little mahjong to say this?"
Song Yan had an impatient expression of "Do you fucking think I'm a fool?"
Xia Zhiye is not guilty about this: "I never teach children to lie, what she says is her own true thoughts."
He just provided an opportunity, not a bad parent.
Song Yan was dubious.
Xia Zhiye looked at him like this, frowned, and showed a legendary smile that would make Song Yan stupid: "Am I the kind of person who would use children to trick you into sympathy?"
"..."
It really doesn't look like it.
"You better not be."
Xia Zhiye:: How to say? "
"The grass on the grave of the last one who tried to take advantage of my sympathy was two meters high. I hope you can live for a few more years."
Although it was not intended, there was Xia Zhiye who was pretending to be poor and taking advantage of Song's sympathy: "... I will help."
After speaking, he turned and entered the house.
As soon as he entered the house, there was a knock on the courtyard door: "Is the cutest and handsome top scorer in the world at home? Your courier has arrived."
"Brother Yan, sign for me."
Xia Zhiye's voice came from inside the house.
This person chose his name so shamelessly, Song Yan opened the door expressionlessly, took the package, and prepared to sign for it.
However, at a glance, there are a few lines on the courier slip:
Sender: [Your most beautiful rich lady]
Items to be mailed: [one Omega watch]
Remarks: [Xia Zhiye, what do you owe me?]
Song Yan: "...?"
Why did he faintly feel that something was wrong