This kind of ending naturally did not please Song Minghai.
So Song Yan couldn't eat the big cake that Kong Xiaoxiao and the others bought him in the end, so Song Minghai forced him to leave the No. 3 Middle School.
That day was Waking of Insects.
It should be a good season when the spring thunder begins to sing and everything sprouts.
But it started the longest barren summer in Song Yan's life.
Things are far from as optimistic as he and Xia Zhiye said.
In order to prevent him from contacting Xia Zhiye again, Song Minghai confiscated his mobile phone, strictly restricted all sources of income, and disconnected his home computer from the Internet.
In order to prevent him from contacting Xia Zhiye through Shen Jiayan or other classmates and friends he knew before, he was sent to another all-boarding private school on the second day in Beijing where it is absolutely forbidden to bring any electronic communication tools. No one he knew, not even a single one he could talk to, just the complete stranger.
He is only allowed to go home on two days of monthly leave every month, and the driver picks him up at the school gate on time, and he is not given the opportunity to meet anyone else anywhere else.
Even if he just bought an extra cup of milk tea with Song Minghai's credit card, he would be strictly questioned.
And the day before he was sent to the boarding school, he heard that Tan Qing and Song Minghai had a quarrel and smashed several high-quality white porcelains, which were smashed all over the floor, making a mess everywhere.
Song Yan knew why they were arguing, and also knew that Tan Qing did not win the quarrel in the end.
He looked at Tan Qing who was sitting alone in the living room wiping tears, took out the medicine box, walked over, sat next to her, lowered his head and bandaged the wound on her hand that was cut by broken porcelain: "I'm sorry."
Tan Qing could have divorced Song Minghai earlier.
But once divorced, she will definitely not be able to compete with Song Minghai, her biological father, for the custody of Song Yan. At that time, Song Yan will only have Song Minghai as the legal guardian, so no one knows what Song Minghai can do without any scruples.
That's why Tan Qing didn't dare to really leave Song Minghai until after Song Yan finished his adult college entrance examination.
Tan Qing didn't say anything about it, but Song Yan understood it all.
Tan Qing held back tears and touched his head: "It's okay, everything will be fine, let's all bear with it."
Endure it a little longer, endure this long barren summer and cold winter, and we will always meet again when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.
And thanks to this highly technologically advanced society, when you really miss someone, you always have a way to tell him how much you miss.
Whenever he comes back from the monthly vacation, Tan Qing always gives Song Yan his mobile phone, so that he and Xia Zhiye can spend a whole day and night watching videos.
Sometimes it seems that there are endless things to say, listening to the other party tell about what weird and interesting things happened in the school, and then checking sourly to see if any girls secretly gave small gifts again.
Sometimes there is no need to say a word, just turn on the video and put it next to the pillow, pretending that they are still sleeping together, and neither of them will mention those sad topics.
And whenever someone couldn't fall asleep and suddenly opened his eyes, he would accidentally catch the eyes that the other person hadn't had time to close.
Then there was a long and silent stare at each other, until one of them finally couldn't help it, turned his face away with red eyes, all the pretense of whitewashing the peace finally broke by itself, revealing the yearning that they tried hard to hide but couldn't hide.
They miss each other far more than those two days a month.
So Xia Zhiye, a leading figure in the literary world, retrieved the oldest contact method of human beings—he began to write letters to Song Yan, and then used SF Express to expedite the express delivery.
The day I received Xia Zhiye's first letter was the vernal equinox.
Xia Zhiye wrote: [My husband is tired of Song, seeing a letter is like meeting you, showing you the letter is comfortable, the peach blossoms on the back slope of the third middle school are blooming, I miss you]
No words, no brains, no nutrition, trivial, gross and contrived.
When Song Yan was sitting alone in the classroom and unpacking the courier, he couldn't help laughing and scolding an idiot.
The new classmate beside him was surprised: "Fuck, Song Yan, you still laugh?"
Song Yan looked up at him, paused with her fingers holding the letter, then lowered her head again, and read the letter again.
It turned out that after leaving Xia Zhiye and arriving in a completely unfamiliar new environment, he began to change back to his previous appearance.
Not talkative, cold and withdrawn, no one to talk to, no one to trust, always sitting alone in the corner of the classroom, except for studying and doing questions, not much interest in other things.
Sometimes I even study in the bathroom with a flashlight until three or four in the morning, and then at 6:50, I appear in the classroom alone on time for self-study.
The new roommate found it unbelievable: "Song Yan, don't you even need to sleep?"
Song Yan replied: "Well, I don't like to sleep."
But it's not that I don't like to sleep, it's just that I can't sleep well anymore.
He didn't tell anyone, including Xia Zhiye, and he started to suffer from severe insomnia again.
Sleep aids were added from one pill at the beginning to two, and even occasionally boldly added to three pills, but it was useless.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that he was standing on the edge of a dark cliff, with no way to go, no place to come, and endless loneliness and despair chasing and devouring behind him, so that he would think whether he should jump off the cliff or not .
The first time this thought came up again, Song Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, he thought it was a precursor to the relapse of depression.
But he couldn't relapse, he promised Xia Zhiye to wait for him to come to him, so he sat up, took out the unwritten and pretentious letter, read it word by word many times , he finally determined that he didn't want it.
Because he hasn't seen the peach blossoms in the back slope of the third middle school.
He wrote back a letter: [Bring it to me next year]
Since then, almost every day Song Yan has received a courier from the school gatekeeper.
Sometimes the letter is very short, just a sentence I miss you.
Sometimes the letters are very long and tell a lot of interesting things.
One letter after another has filled a whole cardboard box. Xia Zhiye said that these are love testimonies that cannot be surpassed by WeChat, text messages, phone calls and videos. It must be the most romantic and touching love experience to take out when you get old.
Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye was really optimistic.
He bet that after watching it in a few years, Xia Zhiye would definitely dislike how naive he was back then.
But these letters delivered to him every day instead of electronic communication were indeed the greatest comfort during his long lonely days.
He knew that Fatty started to lose weight, Little Mahjong grew taller, Zhao Ruiwen started chasing Kong Xiaoxiao, Ruan Tian married her boyfriend, and Zhou Ziqiu successfully turned himself off.
And they will all think of Song Yan in the early morning, and then sigh: "I don't know how brother Yan is doing now."
Song Yan told them that he was doing well.
It wasn't until Song Minghai sent him to a completely closed training camp for the college entrance examination during the summer vacation, and lost all contact with the outside world for more than a month, that he finally fell ill in the last week of August.
The illness came without warning, and it was aggressive. I had a low-grade fever repeatedly, and it would not go away. I had vomiting and diarrhea during the day, nightmares and night sweats at night, I couldn’t eat anything, and I couldn’t sleep no matter what. Just a young man with a thin body, he is already so thin that he is a bone frame.
The doctor said that this is caused by psychological reasons. If it is not treated properly, it may be delayed by the child.
Song Minghai finally relented and allowed Tan Qing to take care of him, but he was still not allowed to contact Xia Zhiye, and after giving thousands of instructions to the nurses and doctors in the ward not to allow any non-relatives to visit, he hurried to the pile of burnt-out money in the mall things.
And when Tan Qing showed up in the ward with Song Lele, one big and one small, seeing Song Yan's appearance on the bed, their eyes turned red instantly.
Song Lele jumped over and hugged Song Yan: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo brother OK… "
With red eyes, Tan Qing put the pot of small iron tree on the bedside table of the hospital bed: "The child knows everything, and he doesn't understand anything. He said that Brother Xia told him that as long as you make a wish to the sacred tree, Brother Xia will soon Appear, just... I'll go out first."
Probably because she didn't want the child to see her gaffe, Tan Qing choked up in the middle of her speech, turned around and walked out of the ward quickly, trying to calm down so that she would not cry in front of the child.
And Song Lele still can't hide her emotions at an age, lying on Song Yan's body, covering him with tears and snot, crying out of breath: "Brother, they say you get sick because you are too unhappy, But why are you unhappy, because you can't see Brother Xia? Then you can make a wish on the sacred tree, brother Xia will appear after you make a wish. "
Song Yan rubbed Song Lele's head with the hand that had poked several pinholes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother can't make a wish."
"why."
Song Lele didn't understand.
Song Yan smiled: "Because I can't let your brother Xia's words not count."
There is no sacred tree in this world, it's just that big liar who lied to the child.
That big liar is now locked up by his family and his financial resources are restricted. Even Xia Yu is ordered not to help him. Even if he knows that he is sick, what else can he do except worry in vain.
But Xia Zhiye promised himself that he would do what he said.
So I can't let him make an exception.
Just hold on a little longer.
"Brother is tired, I want to sleep for a while, can you play by yourself?" Song Yan was indeed extremely exhausted, and just wanted to close his eyes for a while.
Song Lele nodded obediently, then picked up Song Xiaoxi and sneaked out the door, hid in the corner of the corridor, squatted down, looked at the potted iron tree, and remembered what Xia Zhiye once said to him "If our Lele is sincere enough, maybe it will come true ", tightly pursing his lips.
Although he is not a smart kid with good grades, he is not stupid either. He knows that a pot of iron trees will never turn out a brother Xia, so he took out his little genius phone watch and dialed the phone call last time. Edano kept that number in his watch.
"Hey, God tree, my brother is sick, I want to make a wish for him, I have a lot of sincerity, because my brother is very uncomfortable."
When Xia Zhiye received the call from Song Lele, he was working hard on the questions.
He has always been a smart and lazy person, because he can do things better than others without too much effort, so he always muddles along, is casual, and never thinks that he must compete for test scores.
But when he decided to take good care of Song Yan for the rest of his life, when Song Yan had to leave Nanwu, he decided that he needed to work harder and harder, because only by working hard enough and becoming a good enough person can he be Protect everything he cares about.
He never played games again, never slept in class again, and spent almost all his time except eating and sleeping, writing letters to Song Yan and studying.
This is a good sign for the elders, if Xia Zhiye hadn't become more and more silent at home.
As for Mr. Xia, it seemed that because he felt ashamed of his grandson, he never went home when the summer vacation came.
Xia Yu was the only one left who was ordered by Mr. Xia to supervise Xia Zhiye, not to give Xia Zhiye any money, and not to help Xia Zhiye meet Song Yan, and at the same time feel sorry for his silly brother.
Sitting in the living room, looking at Xia Zhiye's hard work through the corner glass, listening to the lightning and thunder outside the window, and the torrential rain, he sighed faintly while holding his coffee.
However, before he finished sighing, he saw Xia Zhiye answering the phone, then packed a schoolbag indiscriminately, walked up to her quickly with one shoulder slumped: "Sister, I'm going out for a while."
Xia Yu: "?"
"Song Yan is sick. It's a serious illness. I have to see him."
"No, if grandpa finds out, let alone you, even your brother-in-law and I will be punished. It's not like you don't know."
"Sister, I beg you."
Xia Zhiye has been a proud son of heaven since he was a child, and he is like a star holding the moon. When did he say such a thing.
Xia Yu was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, looking up at this young man who had grown so tall and straight for some time, opened his mouth, and finally could only sigh in a low voice: "What's the use of you going. You Do you think you can see him when you go, his father is not as easy to talk to as ours, and his stepmother only saw him today."
Xia Zhiye clenched the schoolbag strap on his shoulder: "You knew it before?"
"I was also told by Sister Qin. She said that non-relatives are not allowed to visit. There is a heavy rain in Nanwu and Beijing. If you go there, it will be a waste of time. If you come back, you will be punished by grandpa. Why bother? Make a video call, Isn't it the same?"
"no the same."
"Why is it different?"
"Because I promised him I would do what I said."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the umbrella at the entrance, turned around and walked into the summer torrential rain.
He only had 400 yuan on him, not enough to buy a plane ticket from Nanwu to Beijing, but enough to buy a station ticket for the green leather train to Beijing.
He told Song Lele that because this was Song Lele's wish, the gods had to wait a day to deal with it. Before that, he had to keep a secret, accompany his brother well, and let him eat well, so that when his brother woke up again, he would see the biggest surprise.
So on a morning of lightning, thunder, and wind and rain, Song Yan was awakened by Song Lele in endless sleepiness and exhaustion.
Song Lele held a bottle filled with twigs, her eyes couldn't hide her excitement: "Brother, brother, the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming, smell it, it smells so good."
Song Yan looked at the small beige grains dotted among the leaves, and suddenly realized that it was already the end of summer, and it was the season of sweet-scented osmanthus blooming again.
I just don't know if there are any teenagers who will meet in the sweet-scented osmanthus in this year's Zaijiu Alley.
He plucked the sweet-scented osmanthus with his fingertips: "Well, it's very fragrant."
Song Lele held the flowers and blinked: "There are a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers downstairs in the hospital, which are all over the ground. Brother, do you want to go down and have a look?"
Song Yan rubbed his eyebrows: "Brother, I'm a little tired, so I won't go."
Song Lele was relentless: "Oh, brother, just go, go, go, go."
Song Lele is a person who will never act coquettishly and willfully.
He is doing this now, mostly to make himself happy.
It doesn't make sense to break a child's heart.
Thinking of this, Song Yan helplessly pinched Song Lele's head, and put a coat over the hospital gown: "Let's go, I want to see how fragrant it is."
"It's very fragrant, very fragrant, the kind of fragrance that makes you cry."
Song Lele happily took Song Yan's arm, and took him downstairs while the nurse on duty was not paying attention.
Song Yan actually didn't expect much.
He has seen the best sweet-scented osmanthus in Zaijiu Lane, and the sweet-scented osmanthus here is so good.
And as soon as he followed Song Lele downstairs, Song Lele let go of him, and he didn't know where he went. He didn't bother to care about it. He stood by the window, looking at the dark sky outside the window, and felt that the rain was really raining today. Big, as big as returning to Nanwu.
Counting it, it was exactly one year since he first met Xia Zhiye, but he didn't know when the next meeting would be.
Maybe, wait another year.
I don't know if I will miss Xia Zhiye and miss him.
Thinking, he heard a familiar "Song Yan".
He thought that he had really become ill with longing, and he had auditory hallucinations.
Then he heard "Song Daxi" again.
He froze for a moment, as if in disbelief.
However, the very familiar lazy laughing voice behind him fell into his ears again: "I received Song Xiaoxi's wish to come to see you, so you don't intend to accept it?"
Song Yan's fingertips hanging by his side curled up unconsciously, and the corners of his eyes felt sour for some reason.
He felt that he must have heard hallucinations, and it must not be true. If he didn't believe it, he would know it when he looked back.
He didn't dare to turn his head with any hope.
Then I saw Xia Zhiye standing in the corridor outside the door, holding an umbrella, looking at him, as if he was covered in dust and exhaustion, but he still smiled with those extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes and said: "Why, we hate brother I haven't seen him for half a year, so I don't recognize such a handsome boyfriend? Isn't it a bit too ungrateful."
Lazy and shameless.
Running the train with a mouthful of mouth is not in shape.
Besides Xia Zhiye, Song Yan didn't know the second such person.
So he can only be Xia Zhiye.
But you're bloody ungrateful.
Song Yan walked over, gritted his teeth, and punched Xia Zhiye hard, but he punched himself until the corners of his eyes turned red and his wrist hurt.
So he kicked Xia Zhiye hard again, but kicked himself until his throat tightened, and his heart ached.
Why haven't we seen each other for half a year, they hate the princess and still have such a bad temper.
Xia Zhiye chuckled, took Song Yan into his arms, buried his face into his shoulders, pretended not to feel the wetness coming through the thin T-shirt fabric, and whispered: "Song Yan, I miss you so much."
They all said that this trip is meaningless, but I just want to see you when the flowers bloom.