Yang Han is in high school and is 16 years old this year.
She would read some and draw out the heart-wrenching, romantic sentences in it. The youth of the protagonist is like a flower, which will always be pushed by the plot to bloom vigorously at a certain moment.
For them, the plot is the fate in reality. The author clumsily comprehends this behemoth, condensing it into as reasonable and logical words as possible. A few people walk through it slowly, and the audience also reads it. Or sighing aftertaste, rejoicing and weeping for them,
Or like Yang Han, closing the book flatly.
She is a sensual little girl who has a deep empathy with words. Her reading speed was very slow. After the whole junior high school, she only finished half of the must-read books that Han Shiyu recommended to her. After a story is over, she will suddenly fall out of that world, look at the End at the end, and stare blankly for a long time.
And then I thought to myself, ah, it's over.
Destiny is infinite and disordered. People's thinking is infiltrated by logic. Living in a poor and orderly society, no matter how much you write, it is impossible to fully understand it.
The pen will always be put away, and the ink will always dry. But something goes on unchecked.
Yang Han, who was still in school at that time, was wearing a light blue school uniform and looked out the window with his cheeks raised, thinking about something.
About life, about youth, about love.
The language teacher walked over quietly, picked up the book she put on the table, glanced at the cover, and read: "The Way of the Gentleman..."
Yang Han, who came back to his senses: "."
With a polite smile, beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Then, the language teacher skillfully took off the cover, glanced at the title of the title page, and said, "The CEO's Wife is My Boyfriend." His eyes moved down, and when he saw the signature on it, he read, "… Xu A gift to the eldest princess."
The whole class that was in the class was silent, with a sullen smile. Xu Jia covered his mouth while pretending to write seriously, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
The language teacher frowned and turned to Xu Jia curiously, "Is the president's wife a man or a woman."
Ban Li finally couldn't hold it any longer, and burst into a burst of laughter.
…
Yang Han remembered that the book that the teacher had confiscated had not been returned.
Xu Jia said it was fine, she had finished reading the book... Anyway, she still had a bunch.
Xu Jia quietly told Yang Han that the last time she went to the language teacher to ask for it, but the language teacher who had always been mild-mannered did not return it to her. Change.
Xu Jia said, I suspect he is watching.
Yang Han laughed at the side.
"This book is really of very good quality, whether it's writing or connotation... it's the title party." Xu Jia said, and suddenly remembered something from this, "The last time I asked you to recommend it to Sister Liu, you What is the recommendation?"
"She watched it, but she wasn't very interested in tanmei." Yang Han said, "She likes to watch sci-fi without CP."
"Okay," Xu Jia said.
Han Shiyu's cameo came to an end in two days, Yang Han only watched there for one morning, then "threw" the deer, was led by Xu Jia to play at her house, and stayed for one night.
The next day, when Yang Han should leave, Xu Jia took him to the stop sign. Before the bus came, he waited for Han Shiyu, who drove to pick him up.
The crew gave him the props round-rimmed glasses as a souvenir. Han Shiyu removed the plastic on them and installed some prescription lenses as a daily tool. He rolled down the car window and tilted his head towards Yang Han, and said, "Princess get in the car."
Yang Han said goodbye to Xu Jia, got into the cool rear driver's seat, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Han asked, "Have you finished it?"
Han Shiyu said: "I will finish it soon, and the others will take two months to shoot."
Yang Han is looking forward to this movie a little, she can not only see Yan Yuan, Han Shiyu, who appeared on the screen for the first time... and Uncle Liu. As soon as he thought of Liu Mu, Yang Han thought of Lu Yueming, and she muttered, "Uncle Liu and Xiao Lu feel very compatible."
"This person likes to tease children," Han Shiyu shook his head and commented, "Tsk, immature."
"..." Yang Han stretched his head, looked at this man who was more naive than anyone else, and frowned, "Are you serious?"
…
Yang Han likes to listen to music in the car, put on headphones, play the soothing sound of rain, and watch people and things rush by outside. This is a good time to imagine some stories in his mind.
Han Shiyu was not driving fast, so he turned on the car radio. These radio stations were already on the decline, and there were no novel programs. Some commercials and songs were played back and forth every day, and Han Shiyu complained while listening, as if he was talking cross talk with the people inside, so noisy that Yang Han climbed to the front and closed it for him.
After Yang Han Ergen calmed down, he sat down and said, "Old Han."
Han Shiyu: "Why?"
"If you are free," Yang Han continued leaning on the soft seat back, "Tell me the story of you and Dad."
Han Shiyu pursed his lips and smiled: "Do you like listening to it so much?"
It was rare for Yang Han not to yell at him: "Well."
…
When Han Shiyu first started falling in love with Yang Mo.
is very panic.
Yang Mo didn't notice this at the time, and to this day, he can't find Han Shiyu's shyness in his memories.
It is the dignity of managing stray dogs in the hospital not to show your panic to the people you like.
That day, Han Shiyu took Yang Mo, who had a shoulder injury, back to school. It was raining at night. He slammed his head and kissed Yang Mo. Although the kiss didn't go very deep, it was just a simple touch of the lips. Han Shiyu's heart seemed to be split open. generally.
With a small deer beating violently in his chest, Han Shiyu sent Yang Mo back to the dormitory as usual, and then returned to his four-person nest in a daze.
The first thing I do when I go back is to yell.
The dormitory was deducted.
Xie Chenmin, who was startled from the bed, and Lao Sui who stumbled out of the bathroom held him down, and said, "What are you trying to do! Are you crazy! We will deduct two points and we will go to the guide to write a review this week. It's gone!"
Brother Qi didn't have time to spit out a mouthful of toothpaste, and grumbled, "The bottom pot is swollen and worn."
The three knew that Han Shiyu ran out of control and rushed to the hospital because Yang Mo was injured, so they looked at him with a worried face, sat beside him, and the words of comfort were probably already in their mouths.
Han Shiyu covered his mouth seriously, his eyes dull. Xie Chenmin patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, let's talk, the brothers are all here."
Han Shiyu said hoarsely: "I..."
The three looked at him seriously.
"I kissed Yang Mo," Han Shiyu said, "he didn't refuse."
Han Shiyu looked at them and emphasized again: "He didn't refuse."
The three were silent and blurted out in unison: "Fuck."
The true brotherhood was splashed with a bowl of dog food, Lao Sui and Qi Ge, two single men, looked like they had eaten spoiled food, and said with a twisted face: "Although Brother Min is not a human being, you are a real dog. ."
Xie Chenmin is now in a united front with them, so he didn't care about it for the time being, and said, "I'm here to ask for comfort after taking off the order, and what are you doing??"
Han Shiyu said innocently: "But I didn't say that I wanted to comfort..."
…
Because the three of them worked together to "beat" the youngest, they deducted one point from the dormitory and entered the director's office to write a review.
…
When people first or at the beginning, it is easy to think about eternity. In fact, it is very difficult. The more you experience it, the more distant you will feel. Han Shiyu was only involved in relationships for the first time, so he firmly believed in him until his death.
But Yang Mo was too indifferent.
At the beginning, Han Shiyu thought he was perfunctory, like a good-tempered adult dealing with a child who was suddenly curious and tried the unknown. Han Shiyu was always uneasy, and tried every means to make him "fall in love with himself", preferably the kind that would kill him if he broke up.
So, Han Shiyu began to learn the barbecue recipe of the boss's parents' family. He stalked, promised and swore half a piece of paper before he got it. He practiced to the point of eating mutton and vomiting.
The day he planned to cook a barbecue for Yang Mo in his backyard finally came. He fed it to Yang Mo himself, and nervously said a sentence he had prepared for a long time: "Senior, I will cook it for you all my life, okay?"
Yang Mo's expression didn't show any ups and downs, and he replied plainly, "Yeah."
Han Shiyu started to panic again.
He felt more and more that no matter how hard he tried, the person who would "die or live" after breaking up was still himself.
When Han Shiyu couldn't fall asleep at night, he tossed and thought about that "um", and smugly squeezed out a bit of perfunctory meaning, which added fuel to his anxiety.
He wondered why he liked Yang Mo.
Because Yang Mo is good-looking, firm on the outside, soft on the inside, gentle and consistent, considerate of things, especially caring for people, and has a just right refreshing feeling when getting along, rational and rigorous, excellent beyond comparison, never unreasonable...
The so-called lover's eyes see Xi Shi, and the more Han Shiyu counts, the more humble he feels, until he buried most of his face in the pillow with a cold heart.
Why would someone like Yang Mo like him
He and Yang Mo's majors did not match, and they lost common topics in their studies. Han Shiyu bought a bunch of programming books, and after reading it, he could sort out the conceptual things, but the rest were still at a loss.
Han Shiyu, who was overwhelmed by love, probably forgot one thing - the so-called textbook is a divine book that converts a known noun into a stack of unknown sentences. If you are only immersed in it by people who have no foundation, it will only make you get thinner and thinner hair.
During the initial period, Han Shiyu and Yang Mo couldn't talk much. Maybe the atmosphere was too silent. Yang Mo opened his mouth and asked officially, "What hobbies do you have."
This is indeed "official", and it is in line with the hot preparations for new dating.
"Ah," Han Shiyu said, recovering from his daze, "it's just... I usually read books."
Yang Mo: "Oh."
After the topic ended, the place did not heat up.
Han Shiyu had no choice but to continue embarrassedly, he smiled and said, "Brother, do you usually read books, do you have a favorite writer?"
"Look," Yang Mo said, "I don't like it."
Han Shiyu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he scratched behind his ear with his index finger.
Yang Mo asked back, "What about you?"
Han Shiyu smiled and said, "There are so many, I can't count them all. I have liked Yu Guangzhong since I was a child. Foreigners like Kawabata Yasunari."
Yang Mo: "Well."
The conversation ended in a long silence again.
"Haha..." Han Shiyu laughed awkwardly.
He found that after confirming the relationship, the two were restrained. Han Shiyu couldn't guess the meaning of the "um", but he could probably sense that Yang Mo was not very interested. He felt that he had picked the wrong topic and was annoyed for a long time.
…
The wooden bell on the car is shaking, but it won't ring.
Yang Han asked, "Then you kept picking on Dad?"
Han Shiyu: "Hey, what is chopping?"
"I can't get a response but I'm obsessed with it," Yang Han said.
Han Shiyu was waiting for the red light, so she could free up her hands to give her a big shock.
He said, "Then I don't count."
Yang Han: "Oh?"
"Once I went to the library and happened to meet him. I was afraid that I would be embarrassed again, so I didn't say hello and sat behind him," Han Shiyu said with a smile on his lips.
…
Han Shiyu sat behind Yang Mo as if on pins and needles.
He considered whether to say hello, but Yang Mo was so serious that he didn't see him, and then he thought about whether it would be bad to interrupt him suddenly.
Just as Han Shiyu got up, a girl walked up to Yang Mo, Hao Yan who asked her cousin for a tutor that day.
She whispered: "Yang Mo, you are also here."
Yang Mo replied, "... Hello."
She sat down in front of Yang Mo squarely. Han Shiyu took a sigh of relief and returned to normal.
I don't even dare to be so calm.
Hao Yan tilted her head curiously and looked at the page where Yang Mo was staying. She read it for a while, then hesitantly judged: "Is it "Snow Country"?"
Han Shiyu, who kept rubbing his fingers, was taken aback.
Yang Mo looked up at her and nodded: "Well..."
"I thought that a master of science and technology like you is only digital companions, and insulation," Hao Yan joked with a smile, "Do you like to read Kawabata?"
Han Shiyu heard Yang Mo's unhesitating "um". He added: "My boyfriend likes it."
Hao Yan's smile froze on her face. He didn't think Yang Mo would make such a joke, so he reacted for a while, his expression a little surprised. After a long time, she smiled incredulously and said, "You are..."
Han Shiyu turned back dumbfounded, and found that the two of them were so close, almost back to back, just a distance away.
He still didn't find him, just continued to respond to the girl with a "hmm".
And he could see his red ears.
…
Yang Han: "Ah—"
Han Shiyu: "Keep your voice down."
Yang Han buried his head in the pillow and said incoherently, "Ah, how can Dad be so cute, ooh, I'm going to die."
Han Shiyu hooked the corner of his lips and said arrogantly, "It's mine anyway."
Yang Han poured a bucket of cold water on him: "Reflect on why Dad was angry with you and went abroad."
"..." Han Shiyu: "You don't understand."
Yang Han: "Huh."
She returned her attention to the front, patted her face, and recalled the story just now.
At this time, she saw a person on the road ahead waving like a taxi.
Yang Han was puzzled and asked, "Is the one in front a paparazzi?"
Han Shiyu raised his eyebrows, the man dressed in black sunglasses and a black mask looked like a paparazzi. But when he tilted his head, he felt that this figure was familiar, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unlikely.
But intuition caused him to park the car unexpectedly.
Yang Han asked, "Ah, what are you parking for?"
Han Shiyu: "...I don't know either."
The man knocked on the window, and Han Shiyu had a stronger premonition, so he slowly lowered the window.
"Master, are you still carrying people?" Yang Mo took off his mask and said lightly, like the most ordinary passerby.
Han Shiyu looked at him, and the haunting voice made his heart stop for a while.
Yang Han was dumbfounded when he heard the voice, and after a long reaction, he was pleasantly surprised to confirm that it was Yang Mo.
"Dad!" Yang Han opened the door and jumped down. She burst into tears with excitement. She rushed up and hugged Yang Mo, saying, "Why did you come back suddenly!!"
Yang Mo touched her head and smiled.
Han Shiyu suppressed his frantically pounding heart and calmly returned to his original state. Holding the steering wheel, he pretended to be a taxi driver and said, "Of course you still have it, get in the car."
Yang Mo got into the passenger seat.
He had already gone home, but he didn't meet the two of them. When he went out to look for it, he suddenly encountered a familiar license plate number.
Han Shiyu's tone couldn't hide the pride: "It's an old couple and a surprise."
Yang Mo fastened his seat belt and replied, "Either each other."
Yang Han almost rolled in the back, and couldn't wait to lean forward: "Dad, I told you that I have two months..."
"Tsk, drive, go back and sit down." Han Shiyu said, "It's still a long time, let's go home."
Yang Han: "I don't want you to stop me!"
…
About life, about youth, about love.
That day, Yang Han in the light blue school uniform held his cheeks and looked out the window. Outside was the hustle and bustle of summer and the vitality of running.
She tapped her fingers slowly on the writing, so that she ignored Xu Jia's whispered reminder, and did not notice that the Chinese teacher was slowly walking towards him.
She looked out the window with a smile on her face.
she thinks.
It's still a long time.