Yang Chengchuan said a few more words to the two brothers, and then waved them back to their respective houses. Tang Junhe walked out behind Yang Xuan, and as soon as he went out, he reached out and pulled Yang Xuan's arm.
Yang Xuan glanced back at him, and Tang Junhe let go of his hand knowingly.
"Where have you been these few days?" Tang Junhe asked him boldly.
Yang Xuan took two steps forward, and said in an indifferent tone, "Want to know?"
Tang Junhe looked at him and nodded: "Yes."
Yang Xuan lazily said: "But I don't want to say it." After speaking, he opened the door and entered his room.
Tang Junhe failed to strike up a conversation, his eyes dimmed instantly, and he went back to his room in frustration.
After a while, Tang Xiaonian opened the door and came in, walked over and gently pushed his head and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"
Tang Junhe came back to his senses and said, "It's nothing."
"What did Yang Chengchuan just say?" Tang Xiaonian sat by his bed and asked, "Why did I hear something about going abroad? He wants to send Yang Xuan abroad?"
"Maybe," Tang Junhe answered Tang Xiaonian's question with little interest, "He also said he would send me abroad."
"What country are you going to go?" Tang Xiaonian objected, staring at a pair of apricot eyes. Let me tell you, no place is as safe as China..."
Tang Junhe muttered, "I don't want to go abroad either."
"It's not allowed to go out even if you think about it," Tang Xiaonian said, "If you are like you, you can't do anything, and you will starve to death if you go abroad."
"I didn't say it was coming out." Tang Junhe didn't want to continue talking about this, he lowered his head and opened the drawer, took out the chocolate that he exchanged from Ying Hui last time, took out a piece and handed it to Tang Xiaonian, "Mom, I'll eat it for you this."
When Tang Xiaonian saw the exquisite packaging, she could smell the expensive RMB. She was not in a hurry to eat it, but held it in her hand and measured it: "What is this?"
Tang Junhe unwrapped the wrapping paper and stuffed a piece into his mouth: "Chocolate."
"Of course I know it's chocolate!" Tang Xiaonian recalled the incident of suspecting Tang Junhe's puppy love a few days ago, and said dissatisfiedly, "Who gave it to you?"
"I bought it myself—" Tang Junhe said halfway through, then changed his words again, "Yang Xuan gave it to me."
Tang Xiaonian asked suspiciously, "Why did he give you this?"
"I don't know," Tang Junhe lowered his head, folded a small paper airplane with wrapping paper, and said as he folded, "He treats me very well."
Tang Xiaonian didn't take it seriously, stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, and determined the nature of this abnormal thing: "The weasel has no good intentions in wishing the chicken a New Year!"
Tang Junhe muffled his head and said, "He's not a weasel, and I'm not a chicken."
"Do you understand the metaphor!" Tang Xiaonian's eyes widened again, "I learned all the knowledge in the stomach of a dog!"
Tang Junhe curled his lips, but didn't answer.
After a while, Tang Xiaonian finished the chocolate, smacked his mouth twice and said, "It's quite delicious."
Tang Junhe stuffed the box of chocolates into Tang Xiaonian's arms: "I'll give you all to eat."
"This is for children, you can keep it for yourself," Tang Xiaonian put the chocolate back on his table, "If you like it, I will look for it next time, we can't afford it, There is no need for him to give alms."
Tang Xiaonian stood up, walked behind Tang Junhe, and rubbed his hair twice: "How old are you and you still fold the plane, you are already in the third year of high school, why do you still act like a child every day, brush your teeth early and go to bed, do you hear me?" ?”
Tang Junhe nodded obediently and said, "Yes."
Tang Xiaonian left the room contentedly, as long as Tang Junhe didn't talk back to her, she would be 120% satisfied with her son.
The next morning, after breakfast, Tang Junhe put his schoolbag on his back and was about to change his shoes to go out. Tang Xiaonian poked his head out from the bathroom and said, "Wait a minute, it might rain today, take your umbrella and go."
After Tang Junhe changed his shoes, he turned around and opened the door of the storage cabinet at the entrance, and leaned in to find an umbrella.
"Not here," Tang Xiaonian hurried over and said, "It hasn't rained for a long time, I put it away last time." Then he entered another room, still muttering, "It's not too late today, don't worry …”
Tang Junhe was waiting at the door, Yang Xuan came out of the room, changed his shoes, ignored his eager eyes, passed him and pushed the door and walked out.
"Mom—" Tang Junhe saw him walking out, and said anxiously, "Did you find it?"
"I found it, I found it." Tang Xiaonian said, but he still hadn't come out of the room.
"I don't bring an umbrella anymore." Tang Junhe put down this sentence, opened the door and left.
Tang Xiaonian chased after him wearing slippers: "Bring your umbrella, it's not too late!"
As soon as the elevator went down from the 7th floor, Tang Junhe didn't catch up, and seeing Tang Xiaonian chasing him out, he could only turn back, took the umbrella in a hurry and ran downstairs.
"Slow down," Tang Xiaonian yelled at him, "It's not too late, what's the rush?"
Tang Junhe kept going down the stairs, running out of breath, for fear that Yang Xuan would leave without waiting for him.
When he ran downstairs out of breath and looked around, Yang Xuan was no longer in the corridor. He chased out in a panic, and saw the last figure of Yang Xuan riding a bicycle at the end of the green path.
The figure from the back looked relaxed and at ease, and he didn't try to hide from his shadow at all. Instead, it seemed that people shouldn't be sitting in the back seat.
Tang Junhe stood blankly facing the path for a long while, and when a car approaching from the gate of the community honked his horn and signaled him to make way, he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Yang Xuan didn't wait for him, and left by himself, Tang Junhe accepted this reality in disappointment.
Yang Xuan didn't say last night that he would definitely go to and from school with him—he never said that from the beginning to the end. In the beginning, I took him to and from school, but it was because of Zhou Lin, out of his kindness and his own begging. Tang Junhe thought, now that the potential threat of Zhou Lin has been eliminated, there is really no need for Yang Xuan to take him again. It's time for school.
Tang Junhe took out the bus card from his schoolbag, held it in his hand, and walked towards the bus station alone.
He was so distraught that he wouldn't wait for the bus, and he missed two before getting on the bus. When we got to the classroom, the morning self-study was almost over, and the head teacher was rushing to fill the students with chicken soup in the last ten minutes.
"There is one more year, whether it is long or short, students who are determined to make progress, it is never too late to start working hard, and the students who can enter our third class are the top students in the city. They are all on the same level—" As he was speaking, Tang Junhe knocked on the door.
Being late on the first day of school is definitely a matter of attitude. The homeroom teacher turned his face coldly, just about to catch the person at the door for a reprimand, but when he turned around and saw Tang Junhe, his stomach was bulging in his throat The words were swallowed back abruptly, and he managed to calm down his anger and said, "Hurry up and go in."
Tang Junhe walked to his seat with his head down, and before sitting down, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Xuan again. Yang Xuan was looking down at some book, as if he hadn't heard of his lateness, he didn't raise his head.
Tang Junhe didn't say anything, sat down and put his schoolbag into the table hole.
"Why are you late?" Yin Cong lowered his head, hiding behind the hill-like textbooks, and asked him angrily.
Tang Junhe shook his head and remained silent.
Yin Cong went on to say, "But if you come first in the exam, the head teacher won't say anything to you."
The class teacher finally roared out the anger that was suppressed just now: "Yin Cong! What did I just say?"
Yin Cong opened his eyes wide, trying to dig out a little bit of useful information from his mind.
The boy at the front desk turned his face to remind in a low voice: "Study is like..."
Yin Cong immediately followed up this cliché that has been repeated a hundred times by the teacher in charge: "Learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will fall back!"
The head teacher looked at her and sighed: "Take it easy, you guys!"
After realizing that Yang Xuan didn't want to go to school with him, Tang Junhe didn't try to provoke him again.
Too much is too late, he still understands this truth. The look Yang Xuan looked at him that night has been replayed thousands of times in his mind, and every time he sees it, it is enough to make him feel excited.
He felt that he had shown his favor too much, and Yang Xuan really began to hate him. According to his observation of Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan is not a person who can express his love and hatred very clearly, so when he doesn't like a person, he shows it as indifference, calmness, and indifference.
Tang Junhe began to become cautious - he was afraid that Yang Xuan would disappear again. Although they are still in school, he always has a feeling that if Yang Xuan wants to disappear, no one can stop him.
Tang Junhe consciously controlled his possessive desire for Yang Xuan to the lowest level—Yang Xuan could ignore him, ignore him, or talk to him, but he must never leave his sight.
As long as he can see Yang Xuan every day, he will be satisfied.
The students who entered the third year of high school gradually calmed down, and some began to consciously stay in the classroom for evening self-study. Because the school implements quality education, although the head teacher expressed the hope that everyone can stay, but he still did not issue a mandatory order on the surface.
Tang Junhe is one of the small group of people who do not go to evening self-study. For him, it is the same to study in the classroom or at home. As long as he doesn't get distracted thinking about Yang Xuan, he can study for hours without distraction. This seems to be a rare talent. If there is a class of people who are naturally "suitable for learning" in this world, maybe he can be one of them.
On a weekend in late September, Tang Xiaonian was cutting fruit for Tang Junhe in the kitchen when a few unexpected guests came to the house—Feng Bo took the lead and led Wang Xingchun, Chen Hao and Ying Hui to knock on the door of Yang Xuan's house.
The main purpose of coming to find Yang Xuan was that Feng Bo and Chen Hao wanted to take the opportunity to see what the "san'er" who had fascinated the deputy mayor of Runcheng for half his life looked like.
As soon as Tang Xiaonian opened the door, he saw a few boys and girls in the age of seventeen or eighteen standing outside the door. He was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that they might be Tang Junhe's classmates, so he pulled out a warm smile and let them in. .
"Are you Jun He's classmates?" Tang Xiaonian asked somewhat restrainedly, this was the first time a student came into the house.
Feng Bo didn't intend to save face for her at all, and said first: "We are Yang Xuan's classmates."
One sentence made Tang Xiaonian feel uncomfortable, and the smile on his face froze immediately. Seeing that her expression was getting colder, Ying Hui stretched out her hand and patted Feng Bo's arm, and said with a smile to Tang Xiaonian, "Auntie he was joking, we and Yang Xuan Junhe are all in the same class."
Just as he was talking, Yang Xuan, who was using the computer in the study, heard the movement outside, opened the door and came out and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I came to discuss your birthday with you," Feng Bo removed the hostility on his face, and walked up to Yang Xuan and said, "We are going to have a picnic in Lushan Mountain, and we can camp on the mountain, Brother Xuan, what do you think?"
Yang Xuan didn't show much interest, just asked: "When?"
"Just take two days off for the National Day holiday, and you need to book in advance." It was said that it was for Yang Xuan's birthday, but in fact, a few people went out for two days under the banner of celebrating his birthday. The small test lasted seven days and the big test, the dude Feng Bo already felt that he was going to smell musty all over his body, and he wanted to go out to relax if he took the opportunity.
Knowing that he was thinking like this, Yang Xuan didn't say much, just said: "Whatever."
Tang Xiaonian had already returned to the kitchen, and was secretly looking at the people in the living room.
I have to say that she was a little jealous - they were all classmates, but Yang Xuan was obviously more popular than Tang Junhe. Judging from their clothes, these children should all be from good families. Especially the only girl, who was smiling when she spoke, she looked like a lady from a great family, and when she looked at her eyes, it seemed that since Yang Xuan came out, she had stuck to him and couldn't tear it off.
Tang Xiaonian thought of Tang Junhe's behavior during the summer vacation - he didn't think about tea, he didn't want to eat, maybe he was attracted to this girl, right? And this girl happens to like Yang Xuan? As soon as Tang Xiaonian thought about it in his heart, he imagined a love triangle.
At this time, Tang Junhe came out of the bathroom and saw a few people. He didn't intend to say hello, but a second before he looked away, Ying Hui waved to him and said "Hi" with a smile.
Just now in the bathroom, Tang Junhe heard what they said about the picnic outside, and out of curiosity, he took the opportunity to ask, "Where are you going?"
"Let's have a picnic in the mountains," Ying Hui finished, and she still didn't forget to invite him out of courtesy, "Are you coming too?"
Tang Junhe wanted to go, but didn't want to. If he didn't go, he might not see Yang Xuan in those two days, but if he went, he felt that these people would not welcome him.
Unexpectedly, Tang Xiaonian came out at this time, brought a fruit plate in front of Ying Hui, first politely invited her to eat fruit, and then asked: "How many of you are going?"
"A lot of people, everyone who has time in the class will go," Ying Hui said with a smile, "It's hard to have a long vacation, and I don't have to go to the remedial class. I think everyone will go."
"Is it safe?" Tang Xiaonian asked again, she had never been exposed to this newly popular way of gathering.
"It's safe. The tents are provided by the scenic spot, and the mountain roads are regularly repaired. I went there once with my brother and have done it for many years. There is nothing unsafe." Ying Hui answered generously.
"Do you want to go?" Tang Xiaonian turned his head and asked Tang Junhe, "Go if you want."
In fact, she wanted Tang Junhe to go with her. Just now in the kitchen, she looked at Yang Xuan, then at Tang Junhe, and suddenly there was a feeling of injustice in her heart - Mingming was only one year younger than Mingming, but Yang Xuan was tall and strong, and there were some mature shadows on her body when she spoke and did things. , but his son never grew up.
In terms of appearance, Tang Junhe is better than these new kids, and Tang Xiaonian is very confident in this; in terms of stature, although Tang Junhe grew up later and started jointing in the first year of high school, he is only one year old now. Mi Qi was in his early years, but he was well-proportioned, slender and upright. When he was standing by himself, in Tang Xiaonian's eyes, there was really nothing wrong with him. But when compared with his peers, especially Yang Xuan, he seemed a little too childish.
Tang Xiaonian thought indignantly, Tang Junhe's lack of height was all due to the nutrition that was robbed by Yang Xuan. She didn't believe it, if Tang Junhe grew up in such a rich environment, how could he be so short
Thinking about it this way, Tang Xiaonian couldn't control his inner dissatisfaction any more, and blamed Yang Chengchuan and Yang Xuan for all the reasons—if Yang Xuan hadn't snatched Tang Junhe's father away back then, Tang Junhe would still As for being so introverted, out of gregarious, and overly naive
"Go," Tang Xiaonian said, "It's good to relax with your classmates for two days."
One autumn rain and one cold, entering September, Runcheng, which has always been rainy, saw the right time. There were several torrential rains every now and then, and the weather turned cold quickly. The students of No. 1 Middle School changed into dark blue autumn and winter school uniforms one after another.
The few people who led the camp got together and started talking about the weather. They were afraid that the weather would not be good for the two days they had booked. If the mountains were closed, then this sneaky camping would be ruined. We must know that the reservation for the National Day holiday is extremely tight, and it was Feng Botuo who contacted the person in charge of the camping business of the scenic spot through several connections to get it.