Ding Xuerun took the courier at the courier receiving and dispatching office in the community, and it was some educational toys he bought for the children in Sunflower Homeland.
He also brought candy that he made himself. The dean was very happy to see him, and said, "The children miss you." Ding Xuerun was the most stable one among so many enthusiastic people who came to the home to help. What surprised the dean the most was that the child could read lips and sign language. He was very proficient and understanding.
There are about 40 to 50 people in the entire disability center, more than half of them are young children, and most of the rest are elderly people. Sitting outside facing the window and not talking.
And the care workers in the home are all middle-aged women, there are not many people, and they have to be busy eating and drinking for forty or fifty people. The director of the whole home is a bit educated, teaching the children to learn pinyin.
Ding Xuerun taught them paper-cutting by hand, using the safest paper-cutting scissors, and the time passed quickly.
At about seven o'clock in the evening, he went out from the sunflower homeland.
Lou Xuan was waiting for him outside the complex. He straddled the motorcycle, bent over and played with his mobile phone. It was dark, the street lamps were dim, and the light and shadow on his face were mottled.
He searched the home for the handicapped on Qingquan Road on the Internet. There is indeed such a place, but it is very old, and there is no information on the Internet.
Lou Xuan waited boredly for Ding Xuerun, turned her head and saw him coming.
He immediately sat up straight, and took a helmet for him: "I brought it for you to cool down at night. Here, there are also gloves. Your gloves look old, are they still warm?"
Ding Xuerun put on the helmet first, then took off the gloves after a little hesitation, put them in the compartment of the schoolbag, and said, "Keep warm, I have worn them for many years. My mother knitted them for me."
It is not easy for his mother to find a job, and Ding Zhaowen is reluctant for her to go out to work, but she insists on going out, thinking that she needs to integrate into society. It just so happened that there was a restaurant in their city that was willing to recruit deaf-mute employees, but soon after working, they got into trouble because of an overly pretty face.
After he had to quit his job, Ding Xuerun's mother stayed at home, knitting sweaters and gloves for him.
After his mother died of illness, he grew taller, his clothes became smaller and worn out, but he was still wearing them, his gloves were worn out and tighter, but he was still wearing them, and he didn't even change his umbrella.
He got into the car, and the two of them stuck tightly together. Lou Xuan said a little uncomfortably: "Hold my waist, don't let go, and don't fall asleep, falling asleep is very dangerous."
"No more." After Ding Xuerun finished speaking, he wrapped his arm around it. He was wearing Lou Xuan's gloves, which covered his entire hand. Ding Xuerun's two arms wrapped around his waist from behind and clasped them in front of him. The whole posture seemed to be holding Lou Xuan in his arms.
He also asked, "Is this tight enough?"
Lou Xuan froze all over, gave a faltering "hmm", and quickly started the motorcycle. After riding for a few minutes, the cold wind blew to calm down, and the voice came to Ding Xuerun's ears intermittently with the wind: "Runrun, what's for dinner?"
Ding Xuerun also said loudly: "Go back to the school gate and eat."
Lou Xuan thought about it and said yes.
He rode wildly at the racing track, and on the way home he couldn't control the speed of the car. The sound of the motorcycle engine was extremely coquettish. When he passed by the bus stop, he brushed the long hair of the girl on the side of the road.
In half an hour, we arrived at the gate of the school.
Ding Xuerun often eats Shaxian snacks, but today there is Lou Xuan, Lou Xuan likes restaurants with private rooms, and there are several good restaurants outside the school, he eats them all, and the one he often eats is the one he thinks tastes the best .
When getting on the elevator, Ding Xuerun keenly observed that Lou Xuan was walking with a limp, which was different from when he came here.
When he got out of the elevator, he stared at him for a few more times before catching up and asking, "Lou Xuan, what's wrong with your leg?"
"...it's nothing." He thought he was walking normally.
After entering the private room, the first thing Lou Xuan did was to ask the waiter for disposable chopsticks and hot water.
Ding Xuerun glanced at him, and then asked, "Did you fall off your motorcycle?"
"You order first."
The waiter went out with the menu, and Ding Xuerun sat down next to him from the opposite side of Lou Xuan: "I want to ask you something, did you fall off your leg while riding a motorcycle?"
Lou Xuan paused while rinsing his chopsticks, and said helplessly, "It's nothing serious. How can a professional racing driver like me not fall, it's normal."
He handed Ding Xuerun a pair of clean chopsticks, and said with a playful smile, "Runrun is worried about brother?"
"Don't be gross." Ding Xuerun said with a blank expression, "Wait at your house, I'll take a look."
"What's so interesting..." Lou Xuan whispered.
Ding Xuerun glanced at him.
Lou Xuan: "... well, take a look."
While eating, Ding Xuerun found something strange again. Today, Lou Xuan eats with his left hand. The strange thing is that he uses his left hand very well, but he usually uses his right hand when typing on his mobile phone.
"You hurt your hand too?"
"...how did you see it again?"
"Next time you get hurt, don't ride a bike."
"I again..." Lou Xuan wanted to shove, but Ding Xuerun turned his head and stared at him, staring at him so much that he didn't dare to slap him again, and said aggrievedly, "Okay, I won't ride."
The track he was riding on was 2.2 kilometers long, with a total of 14 corners. He was not very focused today. When he was riding, he always thought of Ding Xuerun sitting behind him. Ding Xuerun hugged his waist. Staying on the body caused him to make a mistake on a corner.
The motorcycle turned too far, and his whole body was almost sliding on the ground. He was good at this kind of drifting, but today he lost his mind, and his right shoulder and leg rubbed against the ground for a meter or two.
The teammates of the team helped him to deal with the shoulder injury briefly. He was wearing armor, but he was scratched.
The injury on his leg, Lou Xun, didn't have the nerve to ask someone to help him deal with it, and planned to go home and do it himself.
He didn't think there was a big problem and didn't care, so he drove Ding Xuerun home by car.
After eating, Ding Xuerun helped him push the cart and walked back to the community, saying, "You use your left hand very well."
"I was left-handed as a child, then I learned to use my right hand, and now I can use both hands."
"Left-handed people are generally smart."
Lou Xuan was embarrassed: "Don't praise me so much, I'm not good at studying, you are smarter, Runrun."
Ding Xuerun took off his coat, let him sit on the sofa, and asked him, "Where's your medicine cabinet?"
Lou Xuan told him the location. Although their family didn't have a lot of medicines, it was inevitable that Lou Xun would get injured often while riding a bicycle, and there was a complete set of items to deal with trauma.
He carried the medicine kit and walked back to the sofa. Lou Xuan had already taken off his shirt, revealing the wound on his shoulder that had been bandaged: "Look, I've taken care of everything, it's fine."
The gauze was attached to the wound, and it seemed that nothing was wrong.
"Where are the legs?"
Lou Xuan immediately shook his head: "It's nothing, don't read it."
"Take off your pants, let me see." Ding Xuerun's tone was undeniable.
Lou Xuan was embarrassed: "Runrun... don't look at it."
Ding Xuerun saw him tugging at the waist of his trousers, and frowned: "The pink underwear you're wearing? I saw it, there's nothing to be shy about."
"No... I'm not wearing pink underwear, don't talk nonsense..."
"Lou Xuan, let me take a look at the wound on your leg."
After arguing, Lou Xuan lowered his head deeply and pulled off his outer pants. Ding Xuerun looked at the pink long johns he was wearing and fell silent.
Lou Xuan blushed even more: "My mother bought me long johns and insisted on me wearing them. I, I'm not afraid of the cold at all!"
"Look for yourself, the blood is oozing out."
Lou Xuan looked down, and it was indeed the case, but it wasn't that exaggerated, just a little bit of blood.
Ding Xuerun was half squatting beside the sofa, Lou Xuan's pink long johns were off to her ankles, and she leaned slightly, showing him the scratch on the side of her right leg.
With a cold face, Ding Xuerun skillfully applied medicine and bandaged him. After a while of embarrassment, Lou Xuan was not so shy anymore, and asked him in a teasing way: "Runrun, you are very skilled, did you often fight before?"
He still hasn't forgotten the injuries on Ding Xuerun's face and hands when he transferred to another school. Lou Xuan could tell at a glance that even if Ding Xuerun was beaten, he must have beaten others hard—otherwise the knuckles of his fingers wouldn't be like that.
Ding Xuerun didn't answer, and Lou Xuan wasn't annoyed either. He turned his head and asked, "Are you fighting fiercely? You can't tell."
"Do you want to try?" He looked up at Lou Xuan.
"How can it be, my brother doesn't bully you, you are so obedient... it hurts, it hurts, Run Run, take it easy..."
"I'm sorry." Ding Xuerun couldn't hold it back, she used all her strength and pressed on Lou Xuan's wound.
He asked Lou Xuan to lift his leg, and wrapped the wound with medical gauze round and round, Lou Xuan could feel his fingertips rubbing against his skin from time to time. That itchy feeling was like the itching of a wound being healed, or like little ants crawling around his heart.
Because of such minor injuries, Ding Xuerun supervised him and didn't let him ride a bicycle. Lou Xuan was aggrieved and said that he had some motorcycle racing competitions to participate in and needed more training. Ding Xuerun just threw him two words: "No."
Lou Xuan is a person who has never been obedient, and he doesn't know what's going on... Ding Xuerun does whatever he says, and he has no choice but to not listen, as if if he doesn't listen to him, he has done something bad.
Within two days, school started.
Last semester's final exam and class placement results came out. There were more than ten liberal arts students in the class, and nearly twenty new science students came. These twenty are all top students with excellent grades in the last exam, and their eyes are usually above the top.
However, as soon as I entered this class, I began to ask: "Who is Ding Xuerun?"
Ding Xuerun won the first place this time. He chose science, so he only took science. As soon as the score came out, he scared a lot of top students in the sixth middle school to death.
He was in the particularly conspicuous No. 1 position, with a perfect score of 750, and he passed 742 in the exam.
Whether it is the original students in Class 4 or the new students who have just been assigned to Class 4, they are all in awe from the bottom of their hearts, thinking that the other party should not be offended when standing on the altar.
Perhaps because of Ding Xuerun's aura of learning spirit, he began to look squarely at his classmates, and unexpectedly found that the number one in the grade was very fair-looking, fair-skinned, and even had good-looking facial features. Very straight, with a slender neck.
During the break on Monday morning, the whole school did radio gymnastics on the playground. The school discipline committee checked the students’ dress and hairstyle class by class. Those with disheveled hair were immediately tied up, those with earrings and jewelry were immediately removed, and those with dyed hair were caught. , Remember the name.
After a holiday, such a big inspection will inevitably catch some people, and it can be seen that there are several recruits in each class.
Walking to the fourth class, Chen Zhibang's hat was checked out.
"Student, take off your hat." It was to check whether his hairstyle was up to standard.
Chen Zhibang had a pale face, trembling, but didn't move.
The Disciplinary Committee repeated it again, and then Chen Zhibang took off his hat with a bitter face, and then lowered his head, ashamed to see anyone.
The Disciplinary Committee stared at the crooked and bald circle in the middle of his hair, which reflected light brightly—it seemed to be a substandard and especially funny Mediterranean hairstyle. He couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.
A girl following the inspection uttered a pig cry.
Chen Zhibang could not wait to get into the cracks in the ground, and asked in a low voice: "My hairstyle...is it qualified?"
"... qualified." If the length is within the required range, it is naturally qualified.
Chen Zhibang came to the school last night for the first evening self-study class of this semester. He was caught on the spot by the bald man who came to look for Lou Xuan but couldn't find him. He dragged him into the toilet and got a haircut.
He almost cried when he looked in the mirror.
The big bald head avenged him, patted his face with the hair clipper, and smiled coldly: "Our brother Xun said, I will let you go for the time being. Let you stay away from Ding Xuerun, don't be Huohuo, don't worry about it again." Once I find out, I'll beat you up!"
But Ding Xuerun's math competition has entered the final round, and he still has to participate in the competition, so dealing with the school committee is inevitable.
When eating in the cafeteria at noon, Ding Xuerun was surprised to find that the price of the cafeteria had been reduced, and it was a lot lower. He used to be able to get two vegetarian dishes for ten yuan, but now he can get an extra meat dish.
Taste got better too.
The students were full of praise.
The canteen is still an old employee, and when I inquired, it seems that the contractor has changed. The new contractor not only adjusted the price of the canteen, but even the wages of the employees were higher.
On Friday, the rematch of the competition ended, and the scores came out soon. Several student teams from No. 6 Middle School won the provincial first prize.
But it's not over yet, the Mathematical Association will select students from the first mile of the province to enter the provincial team and compete for the first prize in the country.
The competition level of No. 6 Middle School is not particularly strong in the whole country, because the teachers do not recommend that students continue to participate in the late stage of the competition, because if they fail to enter the national training team in the end, then now that the provincial first prize recommendation policy has been cancelled, the competition It's like wasting time.
As a result, there was Ding Xuerun in their class this year. After knowing that he signed up for the other four subjects, Teacher Dou didn't know whether to persuade or encourage him.
After a long silence, he said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes." He said concisely.
Because of the five-subject competition, Ding Xuerun became busier, while Lou Xuan remained the same. The second Saturday of the school year was the date of Ding Xuerun's birthday that Lou Xuan saw on his ID card.
Lou Xuan never had class on Saturdays, so he went to race cars when he recovered from his injury. He went home very early on Saturday, stepped on the bell to drive out of the car, and whistled at the school gate to wait for Ding Xuerun to come out.
"Did you change the car?" Ding Xuerun saw him leaning against the hood of the car. He was tall and leggy, tall and handsome, like a super car model.
"Land Rover went to repair it, so I changed it."
After getting into the car, Ding Xuerun asked him, "Where are you going?"
"You'll know when you get there." Lou Xuan put it off.
Buying a candy factory was just a sudden idea. As for the purpose, Lou Xuan didn't have any special purpose, maybe it was just to make a joke with Ding Xuerun.
This sugar company was originally small, and the sugar factory was even smaller, but after entering, the production workshop of the assembly line still gave people a mechanical dizziness. The air is filled with a strong smell of chocolate, not greasy, just pure sweetness.
The roof of the factory shed is full of colorful hydrogen balloons, and on the top is a new signboard, with three large red characters "Xilinmen" hanging high, showing the village in its vulgarity.
Lou Xuan took him into the elevator and stood on a high place, with his head held high and his chest held high, looking particularly high-spirited: "There are so many candies here, can I give them all as birthday presents for you?" His long and narrow eyes were shining, and he looked directly at Ding Xuerun.
He has always been very kind to his friends, and he is very considerate and precious in giving gifts on his brother's birthday, but this is the first time he has been so considerate. Lou Xuan feels that this is more like a way to coax girls, and it is very special. Like the confession scene - he cared so much about Ding Xuerun, he himself felt that it was abnormal, so fake that it was real.
Before Ding Xuerun could speak, Lou Xuan said again: "Runrun, how much does it take to exchange a piece of candy for your brother?"
"So many voices, can I change your voice to husband?"
"... Lou Xuan," Ding Xuerun finally said, softly, "Do you like me?"
The author has something to say: Factory Manager Lou: I contracted the entire candy factory for you!