Yingjiao's bloodsickness is not born with him.
At the age of twelve, he witnessed his mother's suicide.
The young boy who had just won a ball game opened the bathroom door in a high mood and sweating profusely. When he looked up, his eyes were covered with large swaths of blood.
In the exquisitely decorated and warm bathroom, his mother was lying in the bathtub with her eyes closed and her face pale. There was a long and deep cut on her hanging wrist.
The woman who told him carefully before he went out, just half a day later, no matter how much he yelled or cried, she ignored him.
After being troubled by depression for several years, the grand arrival of Yingsheng Jun's mother Ye Lili became the last straw that overwhelmed her.
After she made a will, distributed her property, and ensured that her son would have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life, she chose to leave without looking back.
The bathroom at home used to be Yingjiao's favorite place in childhood.
At that time, he took his little golden retriever and played happily in the water.
Every time, his mother's gentle reminders and exhortations are in his ears.
After he cleaned himself up, she would always squat down and pet him, and then pet his little golden retriever, saying that Jiaojiao is great, and her brother is also great.
But from that day on, the bathroom became his nightmare.
No matter day or night, the overwhelming red color is always in his mind, lingering.
Then, Yingjiao found out that he would never see blood again.
He didn't tell anyone, not even He Congee, who he played with since childhood.
He had encountered accidents like today's many times, and each time he gritted his teeth and carried them through. Anyway, he just fainted for a while, and he couldn't die.
But this time was different, the same blood, the same dizziness.
The person he wanted to protect most in the world.
The person he even liked was the one he forced to ask by head-to-head contact.
But at the first moment, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.
Yingjiao leaned against Jing Ci with his eyes closed, and let him help him to the milk tea shop on the side of the road.
"A cup of milk tea, oatmeal, whatever. Excuse me, can I have a cup of hot water?"
"Yes, not too hot."
"thanks."
The unique touch of the milk tea cup touched his lips, and Jing Ji's slightly anxious voice came from his ear: "Yingjiao? Yingjiao, drink some."
At that moment, it seemed that even the blood that had troubled him for many years was gone. There is nothing else in my mind and heart except this person.
"I... I'm fine." Yingjiao panted a few times, opened his eyes slightly, and smiled with difficulty: "Don't worry."
"Drink some water." Jing Ci leaned against him, lifted the milk tea cup up, his face was full of worry.
Yingjiao opened his mouth following his will.
Not too much warm water flowed into the mouth little by little, which relieved the coldness of the body just right, and even the limbs began to regain consciousness.
Ying Jiao leaned on Jing Ci, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and for the first time he felt that this feeling of powerlessness was not so bad.
After Yingjiao fully recovered, the two got up and went back to school.
On the way back, Jing Ci put up all his energy, like a small animal that went out to forage for the first time, and was alert to all possible factors that might appear around him that were unfavorable to Yingjiao.
Seeing him like this, Yingjiao felt his heart was going to soften.
Is there a Santa Claus somewhere? Send such a good scene to him.
Yingjiao chuckled, and covered Jing Ci's little finger with his school uniform sleeve.
Jing Ci was startled, and looked around reflexively. His eyes fell on Yingjiao's smiling side face, he pursed his lower lip without moving, and let him lead him to the school step by step.
After the final exam, the whole school relaxed, and even the forum regained its previous popularity.
[Liberated, wait for the grades to go home and have a good year.]
[Speaking of which, it will be the final of the National Mathematics High School soon, I don't know what the results of brother Ci will be.]
[Just wait and see, the finals will last for five days, and the results will be announced on the seventh day.]
[Brother Ci and the others have been preparing for the finals all this time, it seems like they haven't studied much, have they? I suddenly had a bold idea... Will I be the first one this time?]
[I just admire people upstairs who have no self-knowledge. Even if you haven't studied for almost a month, you should still be your brother, okay?]
[Not necessarily, what if?]
[I didn't really look forward to the final grades, but when you say that, it seems that I'm looking forward to the results coming out soon, hahahaha.]
[It is estimated that Brother Ci no longer cares about the final grades. If he can enter the national training team, it is equivalent to being recommended to Tsinghua University and Peking University. He can choose his major at will, envy.]
[Join the national training team and then go through two rounds of selection. Will my elder brother enter the mathematics national reserve team and represent the country in the International Mathematical Olympiad?]
[Upstairs you... Forget it, you're tired at the end of the semester, sleep well, and continue dreaming.]
Under the attention of all the teachers and students in the school, Jing Ji and the others finally arrived at the day of departure.
The National Mathematics High School Finals is also called the National Mathematics Winter Camp for Middle School Students. It lasted for five days and was hosted by Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School this year.
On the first day, the provincial team leaders gathered for a meeting to understand the rules of the game.
On the second day, I visited Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School to get familiar with the examination room.
The third and fourth days are the exams.
In fact, there was nothing to do on the fifth day. The provincial teams could check out and leave directly in the morning.
Results will be announced two days after the finals. Some provincial teams will continue to live in the hotel, waiting for the results.
The specific arrangements for the provincial experiment have not been notified to the students, so Jing Ci is not clear.
"Have you brought everything? Is there anything missing?" Zhao Feng looked more nervous than anyone else, asking over and over again: "Don't go halfway, suddenly remembering that there is something else you didn't bring."
"Hold it." Zhou Chao's palms were sweating, but after Zhao Feng made such a move, his nervousness disappeared in an instant. He leaned over to Jing Ci and said quietly: "Mr. Zhao asked this sentence four times, and I counted it."
Jing Ci couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Feng also seemed to realize that he was stretching too tightly, afraid of causing secondary pressure on the students. Coughed, and changed the subject: "Yangcheng is about two hours away from us by high-speed rail, and we can arrive at the hotel in the evening. I paid Xiao Xiao the guest fee, and you can meet Xiao Xiao first when you arrive. I will tell you what to pay attention to in the winter camp."
Whether it is a contestant or a teacher who leads the team, they all need to pay a certain fee to the organizer.
The camp fee is different for each person, and the average is about 2,000 yuan.
This year's Provincial Experimental Olympiad results were unprecedentedly good, so the school was also generous and directly borne all the expenses needed in the competition, including camp expenses and travel expenses, which greatly relieved Jing Ci's pressure.
"Also," Zhao Feng thought for a while and said again: "If there is any unacceptable situation, don't be embarrassed, and don't take medicine indiscriminately, tell me first, understand?"
"understood."
"Alright then," Zhao Feng waved his hand, "Let's go."
On the way to Yangcheng, because the pressure of the finals was just around the corner, even Zhou Chao, a chatterbox, was quiet for the first time.
After getting on the high-speed rail, as soon as several people found their seats, they opened their schoolbags one after another, preparing to read the book again, regardless of whether they could read it or not, just ask for psychological comfort.
Jing Ji put his luggage on the upper luggage rack, touched his schoolbag, and was stunned.
The tentacles are not the paper texture of the Mathematical Olympiad, but a hard plastic feeling.
He slowly took out what he found. It was a box of shredded coconut milk square cakes.
"Brother Ci, are you so exquisite?" Zhou Chao glanced at the small square cake in his hand, as if he had discovered a new world, and said with a smile: "I still have to bring desserts when I go out. This wave of operations is fine."
Jing Ci didn't answer his words, he looked at the box of small square cakes in his hand for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
This is his and Yingjiao's unique way of cheering, he understands everything he wants to say. He will do his best and will not regret no matter what the result is.
But in the classroom at this time, the students in class seven who passed the final exam were all light. Some got together to chat, some read novels below, and a few couples of puppy love secretly changed seats and were holding hands under the table.
Declining He Porridge's invitation to play cards, Yingjiao sat on the seat peacefully, opened the pencil case, and prepared to use a pen to do a set of math problems.
Unzipping the zipper, he froze for a moment.
In the pencil case that should only have a pen, I don't know when it was stuffed with a small note.
The stack of notes was square, without even a trace of asymmetry. You don't need to ask, Yingjiao knows it's Jing Cifang.
Is there something I want to say to him, because I'm sorry, can I only express it in this way
Yingjiao opened the note with a smile.
Yingjiao's chest was so warm that it almost swelled.
The small note was filled with his study tasks for the past few days.
Which subject and which exercise book to do on which day is clearly marked. The timing is also just right, neither making him too tense nor too relaxed.
His boyfriend, before such an important game, still misses him in his heart.
Yingjiao lowered his eyes, and rubbed his thumb on the note for a long time, then put it back into the pencil case carefully, and replaced it with an exercise book according to what Jing Ci said.
After Jing Ci and the others arrived in Yangcheng, they took a taxi directly to the hotel designated by the organizer.
Zhao Feng took a few people's ID cards, and while checking them in at the front desk, he said: "Go to the room to put the luggage first, don't just run around because the winter camp starts tomorrow, do you hear me?"
"Understood." Several people responded, took back their ID cards and went back to their rooms.
Jing Ci and Zhou Chao lived in a twin room, and as soon as he opened the door, Zhou Chao exclaimed, "The room is so nice!"
The organizer is very good at choosing. Although this hotel is an old-fashioned business hotel, it has just been renovated, and the decoration of the rooms is beautiful and grand.
Zhou Chao threw the suitcase on the ground, chose a bed and sat down, sighing: "This trip is not in vain, even if you don't get grades, staying in this hotel for five days is worth it."
Jing Ji hummed, put the schoolbag neatly on the bedside, and was about to pack up and take out the things to be used when the phone in his pocket vibrated.
He took it out and saw that it was news of Yingjiao.
[Proud]: Arrived
Jing Ci glanced at the time, the fourth quarter of get out of class had just ended, no wonder Yingjiao knew how to use his mobile phone.
[Scene]: Well, we have arrived at the hotel.
Afraid that Yingjiao was worried, Jing Ji thought for a while, raised his mobile phone, took two photos in the room, and sent them to him.
[Scene]: The decoration of the hotel is pretty nice, and the environment is not bad.
Yingjiao replied immediately—
[Proud]: It looks good.
Jing Ci smiled, and was about to ask him if he went to dinner, when a new message popped up in the dialog——
[Jiao]: The prettiest one is talking to me.
The author has something to say: After wearing the book—
Jing Ci: There is a shriveled calf in the dark.
Winning pride: there is Santa Claus somewhere.