"There is no address or zip code on this letter, only my name. How did it get to my house?" After unlocking the mailbox, Duan Yuche took out the envelope and observed it.
Cao Feng didn't say anything at the side. Seeing that he was about to take it apart, he hurriedly stopped him: "Wait... Let's see when we go back to the room next time!"
Duan Yuche glanced at him.
There were few street lights in the community. There was only a porch light in the front yard of their house. The light was dim, and Cao Feng's entire face fell into shadow.
Duan Yuche felt very puzzled in his heart.
Cao Feng said, "It's windy outside, let's go in, you... go back to your room and see!"
Cao Feng sent his younger brother back to the room. Before leaving, he was just outside the door. He leaned against the wall and felt a little regretful in his heart. It was stupid to write a letter, but he wanted to know how he reacted.
Of course Duan Yuche didn't know that he was hiding outside. He sat on the bed and opened the envelope.
The letter paper, folded into three sections, was cut from the notes, white and clean. Duan Yuche opened the letter and was instantly startled, why are there so many words in writing
The first line of sight is neat font: dear brother.
He immediately looked up in the direction of the door.
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When they had breakfast the next day, neither of them had a letter. In the car, Duan Shumin was sitting in the front passenger seat, and the two children were sitting in the back. When their eyes met, Cao Feng scratched his head uncomfortably and turned to look. Outside the window, he felt ashamed and ashamed whenever he thought of how blatantly he had written in his letter.
And he didn't want others to know about it, so he kept holding it back.
Duan Yuche glanced at Xiao Zhang, who was driving, and Duan Shumin, who frowned while reading his computer emails. After hesitating, he reached out and poked Cao Feng's arm: "Hey."
Cao Feng almost jumped up and turned around.
"Cao Feng, come here and sit down." Duan Yuche picked up the schoolbag that was placed in the middle of the two and held it on his lap.
Cao Feng was very tense, and moved over without saying a word, beside him.
He hadn't slept well last night, and he kept thinking about letters and letters, thinking about how he didn't write well, and he didn't write well enough. He shouldn't be so anxious. If you give him another night, he will definitely be able to write more beautifully.
"Yesterday's letter," Duan Yuche didn't seem to want the two people in front to hear it, his voice was very low and close, "Why did you write so much to me?"
"Yes... Reply." Cao Feng turned his head and whispered into his brother's ear, as if he was a little embarrassed.
The heat when he spoke blew into his ears, Duan Yuche felt a little itchy, rubbed his ears and said, "Is this an unwritten rule? I just sent you a postcard, and there was only one sentence on it. words." Although he didn't remember what he wrote on the postcard at the time, he still remembered writing a sentence perfunctorily and sending it.
But Cao Feng said seriously: "This is the first time I received a postcard, and no one has ever sent it to me."
Duan Yuche smiled. In fact, he was very happy. He only wrote letters at the pen pal activity when he was in elementary school, but he did not receive a reply at that time, so this was the first time he faced such kindness. In particular, Cao Feng still said in the letter that he liked him, and also said that he would always be good to him.
"Next time I go out to play, I'll send you postcards too, but you don't have to write me such—such a long letter, it's too long." He paused, "However, I will receive the letter you write to me. OK, thanks."
"No thanks." Cao Feng was even more ashamed. From the redness of his neck to the base of his ears, he knew that he didn't need to write so much, but... he couldn't help it.
I just took the exam last week, and the sports meeting is coming this week. The pressure of the exam was swept away by the preparations for the autumn sports meeting. In the early reading, everyone did not read the text and memorize the words, but discussed the class uniform.
The monitor said on the podium: "According to the vote, the most people choose the Chinese tunic suit and the female student uniform of the Republic of China, so our class will wear this suit for this sports meeting. Please come to me today to pay the money, if the order is late, the day of the sports meeting will be I can't receive the goods - a set of 150 for boys and 160 for girls. Girls have more hairbands than boys, so they are 10 yuan more expensive. You don't need to buy all shoes, but you have to wear black leather shoes when walking in the queue..."
"Is it online?" a classmate asked.
"Yes, pay online and send it to us."
"Is that reliable? Could it be a liar?"
"That's right, what if it's a liar?"
In the past two years, online shopping has only just begun, and many families have not yet used the habit of online shopping, and feel that the Internet is all deceptive.
"Please rest assured," the squad leader said patiently, "Our family has bought a lot of things online, and we have never met a liar, and we have ID card information when opening a store online, so he can't escape even if he cheats!"
Because of his remarks, the classmates paid one after another.
"Cao Feng, you are the only one left in the class who haven't paid the money. Do you want a class uniform?"
Cao Feng couldn't log in to QQ on his mobile phone. He saw what the clothes looked like from his classmates and felt that 150 was too expensive.
"I... I don't want it anymore."
"Then you won't go to the square team?" The squad leader looked at the clothes he was wearing, it was a shirt, he couldn't see anything, and then he looked down at the shoes he was wearing. The sneakers were white and were two famous brands. several hundred.
Fake
Cao Feng could naturally feel his gaze, lowered his head and said, "Squad leader, I won't go to the squad, and I don't need any clothes, thank you."
"Okay then." The monitor shook his head and muttered as he turned around, "It's really not gregarious, why would such a person come to our international class?"
Cao Feng buried his head deeper and his eyes were dark. After a few seconds, he continued to open the copied workbook to do physics problems.
His physics is very good. The physics teacher knows that he likes to write questions, and he likes to do questions after previewing in advance. Cao Feng handed him his homework. When he was changing it, he accidentally saw that Cao Feng had already put out the workbook he had published in the school. Wrote it all, including those that didn't learn—
The physics teacher took a general look and found that the accuracy rate was terrifyingly high, as if he was copying the answer, but it was impossible for the students to find the answer to the questions that their school created by themselves. Later, he noticed the student and called him. When I came to the office, I recommended a workbook to him, and asked him to take the workbook to the school's printing department to copy: "Sign my name, no money."
He also asked him, "Do you like physics particularly? Why are you interested in physics?"
Cao Feng couldn't answer, he didn't know how to describe the feeling of "I like it because it's simple". And he doesn't just like physics. To be precise, he likes numbers and the feeling of order.
His life in school was almost occupied by brushing questions, except for Duan Yuche and the girls at the front desk who occasionally talked. He didn't make friends at all.
Duan Yuche didn't sign up for the sports meeting, but the squad leader came to ask, and he nodded. Anyway, he had nothing to do.
He just wasn't happy about taking up the time to rehearse during the lunch break at noon.
He and Cao Feng were eating on the third floor of the cafeteria, and they happened to meet the monitor. The monitor saw that the two of them were actually together, Duan Yuche was still putting green peppers in Cao Feng's bowl, he was very surprised, and then said to Duan Yuche: "We'll gather at the gym at one o'clock for a rehearsal, remember to come."
Duan Yuche nodded, said yes with a smile, turned his head and changed his face again, and complained: "Noon is the time to rest, why do you take up my rest time! Cao Feng, are you going to go to the squadron?"
"I dont go."
"Huh? Why don't you go?"
"I didn't buy a class uniform." Cao Feng said in a normal tone as his younger brother was picky and didn't like to eat the green peppers he put into his bowl.
"Why do you..." Duan Yuche figured it out by himself before he even asked.
Class uniforms cost money.
"I mean... Didn't my dad give you money, and the clothes are not expensive, so you can wear them in the future."
"Uncle gave me money, but I can't spend that money." He owed Duan Shumin too much and wanted to pay him back, but with Cao Feng's current ability, it was difficult to do so. He knew that the money had to be saved, and in the future will be of great use.
Duan Yuche also knew his character, it wasn't a big deal, it was just that he didn't buy a class uniform.
Cao Feng said: "When you rehearse, I can accompany you over there, you practice walking straight, and I read a book by the side."
After lunch, the two bought a bottle of water and a bottle of milk and walked towards the gym.
Duan Yuche was in the class, and Cao Feng was sitting on it, with Duan Yuche's meal card, mobile phone and earphones on his lap.
The sports committee members started to line up according to the heights of boys and girls, with the short ones in front and the tall ones in the back. However, the sports committee members obviously had no organizational skills, and the whole team was scattered.
The squad leader was in front of Duan Yuche. When adjusting the team, the squad leader suddenly turned around and said to him, "How did you and that Miao go together?"
There is a male classmate who was a junior high school alumnus with Duan Yuche, and his past deeds have been spread in the boys' dormitory.
Duan Yuche didn't understand what he meant and replied, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just think you... you're not the same."
Duan Yuche's brain circuit is different from his: "Does it depend on the nation to make friends?"
Squad leader: "Forget it... You can pretend I didn't say it."
One noon passed, and nothing was done. Duan Yuche was tired when he was alone. The sports committee kept adjusting the queue, saying where are you going, where are you going, where you shouldn't be... which made him yawn again and again, Not to mention regret.
There were three classes in a row in the afternoon, and Duan Yuche was in a drowsy state, so he didn't want to go to rehearsal for the self-study class.
Whoever likes to go, he is not willing to listen to people's orders anyway.
The classroom was half empty in an instant. Cao Feng, holding the programming book he had just borrowed, walked over to Duan Yuche: "Little Che, aren't you going to rehearse?"
"I don't want to go." He said lying down.
"Are you tired?" Cao Feng squatted down and looked at him.
"It's boring," he said.
"Then let's not go, I'll stay with you in the classroom." Cao Feng stretched out his hand, touched his hair lightly, and looked at him gently with bright eyes.
Duan Yuche didn't resist, he made a soft umm in his nasal voice, his eyes half-squinted, and he looked at the book he was holding: "Why do you read programming books? Do you know this?"
"Still learning." He replied modestly.
In fact, he has read a lot of books on this subject, and it can be said that he has achieved a little, but he has not had the opportunity to practice.
Duan Yuche: "Then are you going to the library?"
"No, I'm here to accompany you."
Duan Yuche sat up and took out his almighty pillow from the drawer: "Then let's go to the library, I'll accompany you to read a book, I borrowed a book last time, it seems that I should return it..."
After he got the loan card, he only borrowed one book. It was Lu Xun's book, but he almost never read it when he borrowed it. He didn't seem to understand it.
At this time, there was no one in the school library, and even the teacher in the lending room was dozing off. When two people came in, the teacher raised his eyelids, pointed to the register and asked them to write the class and name, and then continued to doze off.
Because the weather turned cold, the library did not turn on the air conditioner, and the temperature was very suitable.
After returning the books, the two walked to the agricultural book area at the back.
Duan Yuche took the pillow apart and decomposed it into a blanket. The blanket was not big, just enough to wrap him around.
He sat down, looked left and looked again, picked up a few books and put them on the ground as a pillow, and lay down like that.
Cao Feng took off his school uniform, put it on him, and asked, "Will it be uncomfortable to sleep like this?"
"Well..." he frowned, put on his earphones and said, "the book is too hard to sleep on. But I can bear it."
Treating the library as his home and bringing a blanket to sleep is something only he can do.
Duan Yuche closed his eyes and opened his eyes after only holding it for less than two minutes.
"The book is stuck in my neck, it hurts." He frowned.
Cao Feng stretched out a hand, put it in the crevice of the back of his neck, and gently supported his neck and said, "Sleep on brother's hand."
His palms are very warm, and when they hold his neck, they have a kind of gentleness that seems to never exert any force, which is much more comfortable than a book, but Duan Yuche is hesitant, looking at him with a book in one hand and two long legs In an overlapping gesture, he asked, "You gave me your hand, how do you turn the book?"
Cao Feng was silent for a few seconds and said, "I can turn the book with one hand." Said, Feng turned a page of the book, Cao Feng wanted to turn it back, but one hand couldn't hold the book firmly and the book fell to the ground.
Cao Feng pursed his lips.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Duan Yuche looked around, and suddenly said, "Cao Feng, let me sleep on your lap."