Nine years ago, Runcheng, Xia.
"Are you back?" The guard came out of the guard booth, helped Yang Xuan open the gate of the community, and said pleasantly, "Didn't you go abroad?"
"Come back to do something." Yang Xuan said, looking up at the building a few meters away.
Yang Chengchuan used to own two properties under his name. After his death, this family building with excellent grounds was allocated to Tang Xiaonian and Tang Junhe, and a villa in the suburbs was allocated to Yang Xuan.
Although he has lived here for more than ten years, it is an indisputable fact that this familiar building has nothing to do with Yang Xuan.
With both hands in his pockets, Yang Xuan walked towards the building, took the elevator to the seventh floor, and stopped at the door for a few seconds. Within a few seconds, Tang Junhe's dark eyes flashed in his mind. The moment he saw himself, would those eyes widen slightly and then suddenly light up? Just like the one on New Year's Eve last year.
He stretched out one hand from his pocket, raised his hand and knocked on the door, his knuckles touched the solid wooden door, making a clicking sound.
There was no sound in the room, it was silent. Yang Xuan bent his fingers and knocked on the door a few more times, but there was still no response, so he raised his hand and rang the doorbell twice.
No one in the house? Yang Xuan frowned slightly, and listened intently to the voices in the room, there was indeed no movement at all.
He deliberately came here during the daytime on weekdays, just to avoid Tang Xiaonian, but now it seems that Tang Junhe is not at home either. Could it be like the summer vacation last year, going out to make up lessons for others? Yang Xuan thought for a moment, turned around and went downstairs.
The next day, he chose a later time to come, but there was still no one in the house. He quickly speculated that perhaps Tang Junhe hadn't come back for the summer vacation, and he suddenly remembered that he had said bluntly that he wanted to leave Runcheng very much. When he said this, the desire in his eyes was extremely naked.
That night, Yang Xuan's grandfather called and asked him with concern: "Have the procedures been completed?"
"Not yet," Yang Xuan said, "I haven't seen anyone in the past two days, let's go again tomorrow weekend."
In fact, when he returned to China this time, his grandfather did not agree at first. The old man originally planned to apply for a summer camp program for Yang Xuan, so that he could get in touch with college life in advance. Yang Xuan's grandfather is a man with a strong desire to control, probably a part of Yang Xuan's character is inherited from him.
A year ago, as soon as Yang Xuan arrived in the United States, his grandfather made up his mind for him, asking him to study for a year of preparatory studies first, and then apply for schools, so that he would have more time. Although according to Yang Xuan's TOEFL score, he can apply to a good school, but it can't meet his grandfather's requirements.
Yang Xuan is a person who likes to make up his own mind, and Yang Chengchuan had always been petting him when he was alive, so when he first arrived in the United States, Yang Xuan only felt restrained, but he could not confront his 60-year-old grandfather face-to-face.
A few days ago, he used the excuse that he was an adult and wanted to separate his household registration in China, and then his grandfather let him go back to China: "Don't be independent, just cancel it, anyway, I won't go back in the future." He told him again Go back early after finishing the work, and don't delay participating in the summer camp.
On the morning of the third day, Yang Xuan met Tang Xiaonian. After explaining his purpose, Tang Xiaonian went back to the house to look for the household registration book.
Yang Xuan stood at the entrance and looked at the house calmly. Except for the room he used to live in, the doors of the other rooms were wide open. It seemed that Tang Junhe was still not there.
Tang Xiaonian found out the household registration book, saw his gaze fell on Tang Junhe's room, and said coldly: "He didn't come back during the summer vacation, and he stayed at school to do experiments."
Yang Xuan took the household registration book without saying a word, thanked him indifferently, and turned to leave the room.
To find out Tang Junhe's whereabouts does not have to go through Tang Xiaonian, in fact, he really doesn't want to talk to Tang Xiaonian.
Yang Xuan leaned against the wall of the elevator, casually opened the account book, Yang Chengchuan had already canceled the account, the first page was Tang Xiaonian, and the second page was himself, he continued to scroll down, and then turned to Tang Junhe When I opened the page, I was slightly stunned, and there were four words written on it: Move to Yancheng.
Did you go to Yancheng? That seems to be a good test, and this thought came to Yang Xuan's mind. When the elevator stopped on the first floor, he closed his account book, got up and walked out.
The police station in this district is very close, and it only takes more than ten minutes to walk there. When he arrived, Zhao Yan was already waiting at the gate of the police station. When he saw him passing by, he patted him on the shoulder affectionately.
"How is it abroad?" Zhao Yan handed him a cigarette and asked with a smile.
"Normal." Yang Xuan lit the fire and took a puff, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Which school do you go to?"
Yang Xuan said the name of the school, Zhao Yan was obviously shocked, and punched him on the shoulder with a fist: "Fuck, it's so awesome, it's okay."
When canceling the account, the staff opened the account book, and because they knew Yang Xuan and Zhao Yan, they chatted naturally. Seeing the words on Tang Junhe's page, she said, "Your brother moved his household registration to the school last year, and I also went through the procedures."
Before Yang Xuan could ask, Zhao Yan said enthusiastically, "That pretty brother of yours? Where did the exam go?"
"I'm going to Yancheng Medical University," the man said. "The best medical school in the country, if you can stay and work in Yancheng, you shouldn't have to move your household registration back in the future."
"Study medicine?" Yang Xuan asked now.
"Yeah, you are asking me as an older brother," the man said with a smile, not taking it seriously, and continued, "I heard that it is an eight-year clinical doctor's program. If you go to Yanda University with this score, you can get the highest score." It’s a good major, but it’s a good deal to get a Ph.D. in eight years. Proof of residence…” The man looked down for the proof of residence, and then said, “Looking at the household registration book, his age is earlier than ordinary children’s schooling. You are young and promising. Huh? Isn’t the proof of residence here?”
Yang Xuan was a little dazed, and came back to his senses after hearing this: "Isn't it in here?"
"No," the man flipped through the pages again, "Look."
Yang Xuan looked through it himself, but couldn't find it: "Maybe I forgot it at the hotel." He rarely forgets things, and put all the documents together before returning to China. Now that the residence certificate is not there, even he himself is a little surprised.
"Ah, then it can't be done." The man was a little embarrassed.
"I'll go back and get it." Yang Xuan thought for a while and said.
"Let's go, I'll accompany you back to get it," Zhao Yan stood up straight from the counter, and said with a smile, "You sometimes forget things."
Walking on the road, Zhao Yan joked: "I didn't expect that Yang Xuan would go to academics, huh?" He stretched out his hand and squeezed the muscles on Yang Xuan's upper arm, "Small forward in school? The appearance of the basketball team? Old Sun knows that he wants to be big." Eye-popping."
Yang Xuan lowered his head and laughed: "Doing academics..." The tone seemed to be unbelievable to himself.
I went back to the hotel to get my proof of residence. I searched but couldn't find it. I saw it before I went out, but I couldn't find it now.
Yang Xuan lit another cigarette, feeling a little irritable. Not only because of the proof of residence, but in fact it doesn't matter to him whether the account is canceled or not. Canceling the account is just an excuse to come back this time.
"If you don't have a residence certificate, you can't cancel it, right?" He dragged the ashtray in the hotel, knocked the ash into it, and asked Zhao Yan.
"That's right, unless you join the army..." Zhao Yan laughed while running the train, "Otherwise, don't leave and join the army."
Yang Xuan didn't respond immediately, he lowered his head and was silent for a moment, as if he had really thought about it, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you know anyone?"
Hearing his question, Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at Yang Xuan who was leaning on the window sill, and couldn't see any emotion on his face, he said with a smile: "What international joke?"
"Seriously." Yang Xuan said against the light.
"Hey, you are applying for XX University..." Zhao Yan still smiled, not taking it seriously.
"Senior." Yang Xuan called that, making Zhao Yan stop laughing involuntarily. Although Zhao Yan was one level higher than Yang Xuan, because they were both on the basketball team and were good brothers, they rarely used the title of senior on weekdays. So this title made him realize that Yang Xuan might not be joking.
"No way?" Zhao Yan showed a look of surprise on his face, "It's too sudden..."
On the contrary, Yang Xuan didn't show any expression, he just said indifferently: "I came back this time, and I didn't plan to go back at all."
After Zhao Yan left, Yang Xuan sat back on the sofa by himself, propped his elbows on his thighs, and lowered his head thoughtfully.
Yancheng Medical University? Staying in school for an experiment during the summer vacation? Sounds like a good fit for Tang Jun Hyuk. Yang Chengchuan's text message before he left was right. His younger brother would indeed go to the best school in the country, receive the best education, return to normal life, and then mature mentally and no longer need to rely on him as an older brother.
The decision at that time was well done, Yang Xuan leaned his head on the back of the sofa, and hooked the corners of his lips upwards, as if he was a little self-deprecating.
Now that you let it go, then... let's go on the original track.
He goes to be a doctor, he goes to do exciting things. Just like they said to each other before.
Living under the shade of my grandfather, doing academic work without worrying about food and clothing... Is that still Yang Xuan? Thinking of this, Yang Xuan stopped hesitating too much, straightened up, clasped his hands together, made a series of knuckle sounds, touched the phone and called Zhao Yan: "I've made up my mind, I'm not kidding."
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