It happened that Gu Meng wrapped a red envelope for him, so Peter Pan thought about going out to have a good meal.
Since Uncle Simon came to his house, his quality of life has dropped significantly.
Because the living expenses were given by Bo Ye, it was more than enough for one person before, but after adding one more person, it was obviously stretched.
Peter Pan was embarrassed to ask Bo Ye for more, but he didn't dare to ask for more. Once he opened his mouth, he would expose the fact that he was raising a man at home.
Therefore, Peter Pan and Simon lived a bumpy life in the old dormitory on the living expenses of one person.
The young boy has a good personality, is loyal enough, and has never treated his tenant badly, but basically leaves everything good to the other party—
For example, buy a bottle of yogurt, Simon drinks the yogurt, and Peter Pan licks the yogurt cap.
For example, make a pork rib soup, Simon eats meat, and Pan Peter uses the leftover soup to make rice.
Another example is that the only eiderdown quilt in the dormitory was thrown on the top bunk for Simon to use, and Peter Pan covered two quilts on the bottom bunk.
Why be so nice to a stranger
To ask why.
Peter Pan couldn't tell either.
Maybe it's because Simon is too domineering and coquettish, but Peter Pan weighed it up on his own, and he really couldn't beat him with his hands.
Or it may be that the other party's lost appearance is so pitiful, Peter Pan was moved to sympathize.
As the saying goes, eat well and sleep well and don't miss home. He hopes that everything will be fine before Simon returns home.
Thinking of these days in the future, maybe I can still remember my goodness.
But Pan Peter understands that according to Simon's heartless personality, once he leaves, there is a high probability that he will never remember who he is.
Peter Pan went to the door of the bedroom to call for someone.
Simon was lying on the lower bunk, playing with Pan Peter's mobile phone, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he could see that he was in a bad mood.
"Going out for dinner?" Peter Pan asked, "It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon."
Simon looked away from the phone, looked at the young boy standing at the door, and said in a bad tone, "Do you think I'm still in the mood to eat after being abandoned by my brother?"
Peter Pan scratched his hair, he didn't know how to comfort others, and said with a straightforward face, "Okay, that's not too much, I'll eat it myself."
He walked to the desk, opened the drawer to search for the bus card, and said to himself while searching: "What should I eat today? My brother gave you a lot of money... Then go eat hot pot."
"Lao Ya Tang hot pot."
"The duck soup is fragrant and delicious. The yellow throat and hairy belly are soaked in it for two seconds, and you can eat it immediately. It is fresh and crispy. The duck blood is springy when you bite it. …”
While talking, Peter Pan told himself that he was hungry, and took a sip of his saliva with a "ziliu".
He found the bus card, stuffed it into his pants pocket, and said with determination: "Then I'll go eat Laoyatang hot pot!"
Peter Pan turned around in the next second, and was really startled—
Simon, who was still lying on the bed just now, was standing at the door of the room at some point.
Simon waited by the door, turned the yellow wool cap over and put it on, glanced at Pan Peter, and urged him as if nothing happened: "Why are you still standing there? Aren't you going to eat hot pot? Are you going?"
Peter Pan: "..."
Only then did I remember that Uncle Simon is a loyal hot pot lover.
I remember the first time the two went to eat Jiugongge, Simon was so excited that he even waved his chopsticks and declared: "I want to bring the hot pot base back to my home planet, so that this art can flourish in the Glory Empire!"
At that time, Peter Pan just looked at him with a sympathetic, mentally retarded look, thinking that this buddy was really sick.
Hot pot restaurant business is booming, need to queue.
In the winter, Peter Pan and Simon sat on chairs outside, mingling with the crowd.
Peter Pan bent over and was writing math papers on his lap.
His hands were frozen stiff in the cold wind, and he breathed on the back of his hands from time to time. Originally, the writing was ugly, but now it looks more like a turtle crawling out.
The young boy writing in the cold wind in the bustling street has become a beautiful landscape.
The few high school students on the opposite side who came out to play were originally happy, but now they are stunned when they see Peter Pan like this, and they all have doubts.
Hasn't the winter vacation just begun? Why are some people starting to make up homework like crazy now
There was an instant sense of urgency.
Simon was tired of waiting. He was leaning against the glass wall of the store, but suddenly he sat up straight and folded the brim of the woolen hat that covered his eyes.
Shaking his leg and touching Pan Peter beside him, he frowned slightly and said, "How long will we have to wait? Is it so troublesome to eat hot pot?"
Simon had originally covered half of his face with the brim of his hat, but now that his entire face was fully exposed, there was obviously a commotion on the other side.
Peter Pan raised his head from the test paper, followed the source of the movement and looked towards the opposite side, and saw a few girls cast shy glances in their direction, smiling as happily as they could, and couldn't hide it.
Pan Peter immediately understood, smiled so cheaply, and whispered to Simon: "Hey! Believe it or not, someone will come and ask you for your number in a while? Don't get too excited then."
Simon didn't even give the other side his eyes. He looked at Pan Peter, who was hunched over, and blinked aloofly and indifferently, and said, "Believe it or not, I won't let you laugh for a while? Don't blame me then." .”
Peter Pan quickly suppressed his smile, knowing that Uncle Simon was upset, so he stopped joking.
He bit the fountain pen between his teeth, grabbed the test paper and randomly stuffed it into the bag, slurring his words: "What did you just say?"
"How long will it take to eat?" said Simon.
Just as Peter Pan took out the note with the equal sign and wanted to confirm their order, the number was called over there: "Is B78 here! B78!"
"Me! Me! Me! We!" Peter Pan picked up the backpack with one hand, grabbed Simon with the other, got up and walked towards the store excitedly.
Simon was dragged forward. During the period, he glanced at the hand held by Peter Pan and frowned indistinctly.
Before the meal, Peter Pan lay down on the table and continued to do the questions.
The test paper was ravaged and crumpled, and there was not a single piece intact, but the young boy was capable of scribbling on it.
The length of the problem of seeking partial derivatives of multivariate functions is made by taking a simple binary linear equation system.
Simon took a sip of hot barley tea, looked up at the test paper from his mobile phone, and realized the tenacity and stubbornness of a scumbag.
"Hey." Simon couldn't hold back, "I can't pass the exam anyway, and it only takes a second to give up. Why do you abuse yourself like this? You can't even eat properly when you come out."
"Thank you for the poisonous chicken soup for the soul." Peter Pan didn't look up, he was still drawing circles on the test paper, absent-mindedly said, "But my brother said that I can perform miracles, so I think I can still save it."
Simon put down his water glass, and said angrily: "Your brother is just talking, anyway, he is not the one taking the exam."
Then he lowered his voice and muttered again, "Why do you listen to your brother for everything..."
But Peter Pan was unmoved, turned over the test paper, worked diligently on the questions, and said, "If you fail the test, you still have to take the test. I have to fight for it. So many people are counting on me."
Hearing this, Simon sneered and said, "Who would want to count on you?" Isn't that equivalent to no play
"You." Peter Pan blurted out.
"..."
Simon stopped smiling, then scratched his forehead uncomfortably, patted the table again, and said unhappily: "Nonsense! How could I count on you?"
"Aren't you just eating what I have and living what I have?" Peter Pan raised his head, taking it for granted, and said, "Think about it, if your brother never recognizes you and doesn't take you home, you still have to Continue to eat mine and use mine to live in mine? I can’t keep asking Brother Ye for money, so I have to rely on myself in the future.”
Simon ignored a strange tremor slipping through his heart, he squinted his eyes, and lowered his voice like a "hissing" snake spitting out a letter, with a soft voice: "Who said I will let you raise it!"
"It's best not to let me raise him." Pan Peter shrugged and said, "Brother, what I'm talking about is just a possibility."
Simon bared his teeth, his clear face deliberately made a vicious dog look, and was about to bite the opposite side a few more words when the waiter who served the food came.
Simon quickly wiped his mouth, sat upright, and returned to his usual noble and inviolable arrogance.
After the soup in the pot boiled, Peter Pan threw away the test paper and began to feast on it.
"This is delicious, this is absolutely delicious!" Peter Pan threw it into Simon's bowl immediately, no matter what new dish was served, and strongly recommended it.
Simon didn't take much food from the pot, and the bowl was almost full.
He buried his head in eating, and seemed a little silent compared to usual.
"There's the last piece of fat beef, do you want it?" Peter Pan put the fat beef roll into his bowl without waiting for an answer.
Simon paused, looked at the dishes in the bowl, and suddenly realized—
This man treats him better than his brother.
Although I can't remember the past clearly, it is also possible...to treat him better than everyone else.
Simon asked nonchalantly, "How long can you keep me?"
"..." Peter Pan blinked his bright round eyes, and looked up to the other side.
Across the white mist rising slowly from the hot pot, the two looked at each other for a long time, and they seemed to be still.
Simon felt embarrassed, Qingjun's face was stained with a thin layer of red, and he looked away first, wanting to bite his tongue off.
He licked his lips, which were red from eating spicy food, and said, "I didn't mean that..."
Before he finished speaking, Peter Pan suddenly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and then wiped the small table in front of him with the paper towel. Then, he took out the crumpled test paper with smooth movements spread out on the table.
"Eat, I'm full." While speaking, Peter Pan had already started to do his homework.
"You..." Simon was confused by his operation.
Some people took out their homework to write while they were eating.
While racing against time to write the question, Peter Pan frowned and said to himself: "Look, this person is counting on you, so please work hard. How can I eat with so many burdens on my shoulders..."
"Hello." Simon heard it, and argued palely, "I didn't..."
"If you don't pass the exam, you won't be able to raise it. Anyway, if you follow me, life will be difficult." Pan Peter buried his head and continued to mutter, "If you pass the exam, we will get rich together and go to a well-off life together..."
"..." Simon thought, you have a clear mind.
At this moment, Peter Pan suddenly raised his head, grinning a brilliant smirk, his round eyes bent into crescents, and said confidently, "Brother, I will work hard!"
Simon dazed slightly in the rising mist.
He saw that there was something shining in the smile of the young boy who was only seventeen years old.
In the evening, after Simon took a shower, he began to swear.
He grabbed a handful of hair that was still damp, smelled his hands, then pulled up the collar of his pajamas and sniffed inside, and said disgustedly: "Your body smells like old duck soup! You can't even wash it off!"
In addition, there are faint meaty smells such as duck blood, duck intestines, and hairy belly.
Peter Pan didn't think anything of it. He bit the collar of his pajamas, looked away from the densely packed cloze questions, looked at Simon, and said, "Isn't that what eating hot pot is like? The smell might not go away after two or three days."
Simon stood by the bed and thought for a while, then got short, passed Peter Pan who was sitting on the head of the bed, and got into the lower bunk next to the wall.
"Huh?" Peter Pan opened his eyes slightly, staring at Simon's movement trajectory, unable to figure out what he was going to do.
The bed is a bunk bed, and Simon usually sleeps on it.
"If the smell of this body stains my bed sheet and quilt..." Simon said as he burrowed into Pan Peter's quilt, "I don't have to sleep for the next two days."
Pan Peter almost laughed angrily: "Brother, do you think this is appropriate? You don't want your bed to be stained with smell, so you come to trouble my bed?"
The single bed was crowded, and Simon could only turn his body sideways, and settled himself in a comfortable position under the quilt.
He closed his eyes and said impatiently: "It doesn't feel right, you go to sleep on the ground!"
Peter Pan felt that this man was really unreasonable.
There was no way to reason with him, so he just let it go, and he continued to sit on the head of the bed and do cloze undisturbed.
The lamp beside the bed was a little bright, and Simon felt it was dazzling, and frowned.
He opened his eyes, and just wanted Peter Pan to dim the lights, when he saw the side face of the young boy when he was seriously doing the questions—
Slightly frowning, biting the cap of the pen, as if very tangled, the green onion-like young face was outlined by the shadows of the light.
Simon may have a conscience, he opened his mouth and then closed it. After thinking about it, he buried his face in the quilt to block the light.
After a while, he suddenly took off the quilt again, raised his face and warned viciously, "Don't fart under the quilt later!"
"..." Pan Peter slowly turned his head to look at him, and after a long time, he let out a speechless "Oh".
At almost two o'clock at night, Peter Pan finished his day's study tasks.
He sat upright on the bed, stretched his waist, packed the books and put them on the side table, ready to sleep.
Turning around, seeing the figure arched in the quilt on the inside, I remembered that the brother on the upper bunk ran down to sleep tonight.
Peter Pan relaxed his movements, pulled down the edge of the quilt a little, and saw Simon's sleeping face.
Because of being stuffed under the quilt for a long time, there were two warm blushes on his face.
Simon, who was asleep, was less arrogant and domineering than usual, and looked very well-behaved just relying on a deceptive face.
Peter Pan gave a silent "hehe" smile, and stretched out his finger to poke the other person's face.
But poking and poking, he put down his hand, and his smile subsided.
After staring at it for a long time again, Peter Pan looked away and turned off the lights.
Peter Pan lay in the dark, facing Simon, leaning on the sound of his breathing. After a while, he said softly, "Thank you..."
He has always been alone, from childhood to adulthood.
Play with yourself, talk to yourself, whether you are happy or sad, you share with yourself.
Even if he came from a remote village with few people to a bustling city with a large population, his sense of loneliness has not weakened.
So he often imagines that it would be great to have a younger sister. If he doesn't have a younger sister, it would be nice to have an older brother or younger brother. In this case, he probably won't have to endure loneliness all the time.
And then Simon just showed up—
Simon, like him, alone.
Simon is noisy, Simon is noisy, and Simon is very unreasonable.
But with Simon's presence, this house is no longer empty, and this city is no longer empty.
He thought he liked this friend.
The author has something to say:
Peter Pan: I want to be good friends with Simon for the rest of my life.