I don't know if I was really flustered, or if I was frightened by his indifferent and unfriendly tone. After finishing the sentence with little confidence, Sang Zhi stopped talking and only let out an intermittent whimper.
In the dormitory, sitting in front of the computer, Qian Fei suddenly tapped the keyboard heavily, crackling, and then shouted, "Fuck me, this helper idiot!"
The next moment, Sang Yan threw a pillow over: "If you don't keep quiet, I'll make you a fool."
"Sang Yan! When life is at stake!" Qian Fei's voice sounded like a loudspeaker, "Don't fucking sleep, let's come together—"
Bombing from both ends.
Duan Jia Xu pursed his lips lightly, turned his head and closed the balcony door. He leaned against the railing, his arms resting on it. Looking at the bright street lights downstairs, he restrained his emotions and slowed down his tone: "Child, what time do you usually get to school."
Sang Zhi choked, and answered honestly, "It's seven forty."
"Wake up at seven?"
"Um."
"Can you get up at six tomorrow?"
This time Sang Zhi didn't say a word.
Duan Jiaxu didn't care, he considered his words and tried to reason with her: "Child, this homework is a task assigned by the teacher, and it's your own business. You didn't bring it home, you can confess to the teacher and apologize to the teacher. Said you'd make it up later. But you can't let someone else write it for you."
There was the sound of the little girl sniffling over the phone, and then she hummed.
I haven't seen each other for two months, but this time I can hear it.
Duan Jiaxu breathed a sigh of relief, "So can I get up at six tomorrow?"
This time, she was silent for a few seconds, and then came out a sentence with no confidence: "Can..."
"Then tomorrow—" Duan Jiaxu counted the time in his mind, "Tomorrow at 6:40, my brother will be waiting for you at the station. Can I accompany you to finish writing?"
Sang Zhi hummed again.
Duan Jiaxu: "Don't cry, think about how to write that weekly diary first. Then wash your face and go to bed."
Sang Zhi's voice was still nasal, milky: "Okay."
After those words fell, Sang Zhi suddenly asked in a low voice, "Brother, can you not tell my brother about this."
Duan Jiaxu smiled, "You don't dare to tell your brother after finishing your homework?"
"No." Sang Zhi didn't know how to explain it, so she forced herself to say, "You shouldn't tell him anyway."
"Okay." Duan Jiaxu didn't know where he got so much patience, so he reminded, "Remember to get up at six tomorrow, I'll call you then."
Sang Zhi said obediently, "I know."
Duan Jia Xu: "Go to sleep."
Hearing the hanging up voice, Duan Jia Xu put down the phone.
The screen of the phone is black, but Sang Yan's phone has no password. He lit the screen, found the recent call, glanced at Sang Zhi's number, and returned to the main interface.
He put away all the dry clothes and went back to the dormitory.
The cramped room became more noisy. Sang Yan had already got off the bed, and was standing next to Qian Fei watching him play games. From time to time, he would say "rubbish operation", looking casual and indifferent.
Duan Jiaxu handed the phone back to him.
Sang Yan said lazily, "What happened to you?"
Duan Jiaxu said casually, "Just a small thing, just let your sister go."
Sang Yan nodded and didn't ask any more.
Duan Jiaxu went into the toilet to take a shower. When I came out, it was time to turn off the lights. He rubbed his hair with a towel and went to his place to turn on the lamp. Scanning the table, he didn't see the weekly notebook that Sang Zhi mentioned.
He turned his head, noticed his schoolbag, and lifted it up.
Sure enough, there were several exercise books and a light blue weekly notebook.
Duan Jiaxu pulled the corners of his lips, pushed these assignments aside, and blocked them with a professional book. Afterwards, he turned on the computer, opened a document on the desktop, and continued to prepare the report for the next two days.
The sound of the roommates playing around gradually became quieter.
The night was getting dark, and in the bedroom, the lights of other people and the lights of mobile phones also went out one after another. There was only one light left in the dormitory, and the time at the bottom right of the computer was fixed at two in the morning.
Duan Jiaxu turned off the computer and sorted out the things on the desktop.
Suddenly, he noticed Sang Zhi's weekly notebook with half a corner exposed. He raised his eyelids, tore off the towel around his neck, and took out the book.
He casually turned a page.
Just turned to the latest one.
Duan Jiaxu raised a little bit of interest. He didn't have any self-consciousness to respect the children's privacy at all.
The title is "A Stray Dog"—
June 24, 2009, Wednesday, overcast.
The weather is not very good today, the sky is grey and looks like it is going to rain. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I got out of the car and hurried home, running all the way back to the community. When passing through a grass, I suddenly saw a pure black stray dog.
Seeing this scene, I stopped, and my mood suddenly became as bad as the weather. When I noticed the dog's face, I suddenly felt even more sad, and couldn't help but go over and talk to it.
Seeing it reminds me of my brother. Because it looks like my brother was carved out of a mold. As if, like my brother's son.
…
…
Duan Jiaxu: "…"
His eyes stopped for a long while. The tiredness that lasted for a day dissipated in a moment, and suddenly laughed. In the quiet room, there was no sound. There were only a few faint sounds of laughter.
Duan Jiaxu laughed for a long time before closing the book and walking to the toilet to wash up.
When he came out, he noticed the weekly notebook on the table again. Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyes and thought for a while, remembering the words "I can't get up" that Sang Zhi said, he paused for a few seconds, then sat down.
Take out a new notebook and tear off a piece of paper.
Early the next morning.
Sang Zhi struggled for a long time, listening to the alarm clock beside him ringing several times in succession, and the idea of putting pigeons appeared in his mind dozens of times. Finally, when I heard the alarm on my mobile phone ring, I sat up calmly.
She kicked the quilt unhappy and got out of bed to wash.
Li Ping has already got up to make porridge. Hearing the movement of the door, he thought it was Sang Rong who woke up and didn't speak. When she came out of the kitchen, she noticed the sleepy Sang Zhi sitting at the dining table waiting for food, she was taken aback: "Only? Why did you get up so early today?"
Sang Zhi rubbed his eyes: "I've left my homework at school, I'll make it up early."
This kind of thing basically never happened, and Li Ping didn't criticize her, but just said, "Then I'll ask your dad to take you to school? You can still sleep in the car for a while."
"No." Remembering what Duan Jiaxu said about waiting at the station, Sang Zhi vaguely said, "I made an appointment with my classmates to go together."
Li Ping didn't ask much, and went into the kitchen to pack her a bowl of porridge.
After breakfast, Sang Zhi put on her schoolbag and hurried out the door. After waiting at the station for a few minutes, she got on the earliest bus and found a seat to sit.
The sleepiness has disappeared with time, and the overwhelming tension has replaced it and hit me.
The closer you get to your destination, the more uncomfortable you feel.
The distance from home to school is not too far, about ten minutes by bus. Hearing the announcement of the arrival, Sang Zhi got off the bus along with the crowd, her heart seemed to touch her throat.
I don't know where this tension came from.
Sang Zhi grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and looked around.
No one was seen.
Afraid that he was blocked by the stop sign, she took a serious turn around the bus stop.
Still haven't seen anyone.
Sang Zhi took out her phone from her pocket and found that it was only half past six. She didn't know Duan Jiaxu's number, so she couldn't call him, she could only wait. She was a little depressed and sat on a chair at the bus stop.
After two minutes, Sang Zhi's phone vibrated.
The caller ID is an unfamiliar number in Yihe City.
Sang Zhi picked it up.
It was indeed Duan Jia Xu on the other end of the phone. His voice came along the current, and it seemed more magnetic, low and sweet: "Child, are you awake?"
When they arrived, they asked if they were awake.
Sang Zhi was a little speechless, and replied slowly, "Wake up."
After thinking about it, she also asked, "Are you still awake?"
"Huh?" Duan Jiaxu chuckled, "Why should I call you before I wake up?"
"Then I didn't see you."
"Maybe because I haven't gone out yet?"
This is very consistent with Sang Zhi's guess. She wasn't surprised, she kicked the stone in front of her in displeasure, and said with a sullen face, "Brother, if you are late, your future girlfriend will look like a flower."
After thinking about it, she felt that the deterrent was not enough, and she added: "The body shape is still like a Transformer."
As soon as the voice fell, something warm touched Sang Zhi's cheek.
Sang Zhi was startled and turned back subconsciously.
Duan Jiaxu leaned against the stop sign with a glass bottle of milk in his hand. He was wearing a red striped shirt today, light in color, looking arrogant and rebellious. He stared at Sang Zhi, his light brown pupils darkened a lot because of the light.
He stood up straight and said with a smile, "Like a flower?"
"… "
"Transformers?"
"… "
"Can only find this?"
"… "
"Child." Duan Jiaxu said with a half-smile, "Do you have a conscience?"
I didn't expect him to come here right away. In front of him, Sang Zhi felt a little guilty about what he had just said. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him or say a word.
Two seconds passed.
"However," Duan Jia Xu raised his eyes slightly, shoved the milk in her hand into hers, and said thoughtfully, "Listen to you, this match-"
"… "
"It seems quite attractive."
"… "