After school started, Lu Qi'an rented a new house near University A.
University A and No. 6 Middle School are both in the city, but one south and one north are far apart. It takes nearly an hour to take the subway one way. Fu Jia didn't want Lu Qi'an to waste time on the road every day, and Lu Qi'an also didn't agree to let Fu Jia move to live near University A. The two could only use the two houses strategically, picking out the ones who could be together from the weekly class schedule. time.
If there is no morning class the next day, Lu Qi'an will go back to No. 6 Middle School to rest, while Fu Jia will take the subway to A University every Saturday night, and leave the next night.
Counting from left to right, they only sleep together three nights a week.
They fell into varying degrees of insomnia at the same time.
Fu Jia's degree is relatively light, which is due to the huge learning pressure of senior three. In order to get into A University, he read every night until the early hours of the morning before resting. Even if he misses Lu Qi'an again, he loses the strength to think about it, and soon falls asleep.
Lu Qi'an was much more serious. The coursework in college is not much challenging for him, and it is much easier than high school. He kept looking for things to do for himself, and he was not tired at all before going to bed every night. He had plenty of energy to lie in bed, thinking about Fu Jia for hours.
When Fu Jia arrives at A on the weekend, continuous insomnia will make his self-control drop to the bottom. He didn't understand that Fu Jia was a senior in high school, and he didn't care how sleepy Fu Jia was after sitting on the subway for an hour.
Will Fu Jia refuse? of course not.
A month later, he lost weight all over the body. Sleepy in get out of class, sleepy after class, and will fall asleep on the table while writing and writing the topic.
One Monday morning, the head teacher saw that Fu Jia remembered and took notes and fell asleep without waking up.
Fu Jia inexplicably got the fake note. The first reaction was not to go back to sleep, but to use this time to find Lu Qi'an in University A.
He had Lu Qi'an's class schedule. He knew that he was full today, so he didn't notify him in advance. He went home and changed into the school uniform of No. 6 Middle School. He took some fare and went out.
After arriving at University A, he didn't have an access card, so he found a student from our school to take him in. He memorized Lu Qi'an's student number, department, and class, as well as the names of several of his teachers. It was no problem to sneak into the school.
As for the library, it is difficult to enter without a student card. Fu Jia walked around the school and found that it was relatively easy to get into the teaching building, so he checked Lu Qi'an's timetable to find out where he was in the next class, and walked into the classroom with the other students who were going to class.
This class was a big class with several classes together. The amphitheater was full of seats. Fu Jiali sat in the corner with confidence, and no one suspected his origin.
He was lying on the table, looking at the door of the classroom with anticipation, waiting for Lu Qi'an to walk in, and then...
Then he fell asleep.
The weather in late summer is still a bit sultry, and there is plenty of air-conditioning in the classroom. Feeling cool before falling asleep, but after falling asleep, Fu Jia unconsciously shrank into a ball, and was blocked by the people in the front row, only showing half of his head.
Lu Qi'an walked into the classroom and habitually sat in the front row of the classroom without looking back. The classroom was filled with people one after another, and some classmates sat behind him, flipped through the bag and found that he didn't bring a pen, so he patted his shoulder: "Can I borrow a pen?"
Lu Qi'an looked behind him and gave him a pen. In this only one turn of his eyes, he glanced at the corner of the classroom.
He was stunned, stood up, and walked quickly across the classroom to the back row.
On the corner seat, Fu Jia curled up into a small ball and fell asleep on the table.
"Hello," Lu Qi'an said to the people next to Fu Jia, "Can I change seats with you? I'm in the second row."
That person had to sit in the back row because he was late, and if someone wanted to change, he would naturally be willing. He stood up with his bag and vacated his seat.
Lu Qi'an sat beside Fu Jia, looked down at him quietly, reached out and touched the curled hair on top of his head, without waking him up.
Lu Qi'an listened to lectures and took notes normally, but occasionally looked at the half of Fu Jia's face, which was not buried in his arms, for several minutes.
When the class was about to end, Fu Jia finally woke up because his hands were numb. He squeezed his arms to move the joints, and he gasped in pain.
The person next to him suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Startled, he stared at it with blurry eyes.
"It's me." Lu Qi'an whispered.
Fu Jia didn't expect him to appear beside him so unknowingly, his eyes lit up instantly, full of smiles. He took a peek at the teacher on the podium and said to Lu Qi'an, "I'm here to find you."
Otherwise, who else is he going to find
"I know." Lu Qi'an looked at the red marks on his forehead and cheeks and said, "Are you still sleepy? You can sleep with me."
Fu Jia shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, I'll be refreshed when I see you."
Lu Qi'an pursed his lips and turned to look at the podium. He made a serious look, one hand was taking notes on the desk, and the other hand was under the desk and clasped between Fu Jia's fingers—
Fingers intertwined.
Today is not a weekend, and Lu Qi'an also has morning classes the next day, so after Fu Jia accompanies Lu Qi'an to finish a day's class, Lu Qi'an will send him back to No. 6 Middle School.
Fu Jia insisted on not leaving, and asked Lu Qi'an to take him to hang out in Dali A. They did nothing, just walking side by side was enough to satisfy Fu Jia.
As they walked, the two walked along the road to the lake. It was not too late in the late summer. At this time, there was a reddish-purple setting sun in the sky, and the lake surface was also a reddish-purple color. Several students stopped by the lake to take pictures, and it was very lively.
Fu Jia couldn't help but take a second glance.
He envied the beautiful scenery of Big A, and even more envious of those energetic college students. On the contrary, he would lose his academic performance and lose that he went to school a year later than Lu Qi'an.
He will never have a chance to be classmates with Lu Qi'an, never have a chance to sit at his table, never have a chance to watch him secretly or talk to him secretly during class.
As for whether there is a chance to be in the same university as him, it is still unknown.
After the fall, Fu Jia became more and more diligent.
Catching up with diligence is the only way for people with insufficient innate aptitude to take. For a topic that others can do once, he has to do it twice, three times or even more; for a knowledge point that others have memorized in an hour, he has to memorize it for two hours, and it is easy to forget. Datou once laughed at him for being stupid, saying that he couldn't find a way to learn. Later, when he saw that it was really harder for him to learn than others, he never said slander.
There are good students who can read everywhere in No. 6 Middle School. Fu Jia's ranking is very good in the class, but when he gets the grade, he can't rank.
Even in the sixth middle school, if you want to get into the A university, you have to fight to the death.
The head teacher knew that Fu Jia volunteered to take the A University entrance exam. Although his grades were not good enough, he never discouraged him and encouraged him to continue to work hard.
For many years later, Fu Jia felt that this was the brightest time in his life.
The cage that had trapped him for ten years no longer existed, and those who could not ask for it chose to stand by his side. He didn't have to think about anything, just ran towards the bright front.
Even if someone grabbed his ankle and dragged him back into the abyss, it wouldn't work.
Shouldn't have succeeded.
In the evening, Fu Jia left the school and went home for dinner. Before leaving, he made an appointment with Datou to come to the school early to discuss issues.
It was getting dark early in the late autumn. As Fu Jia walked to the school gate, the word card on his back was hard to read.
He raised his head and looked at the first street light outside the school gate.
There was a woman standing there.
She was as thin as a bamboo pole, wearing a thin, wrinkled shirt, hunched her back slightly, and looked at the students walking out of the school gate one by one.
She looked at Fu Jia with a hesitant look in her eyes.
Fu Jia recognized her in an instant. How can a child forget his mother? Even if Fu Xiaoli left when he was very young, he still remembers it as if someone had carved her appearance on his bones.
Fear rose from the soles of his feet and filled Fu Jia's body. He took a step back, trying to escape.
This action made Fu Xiaoli identify him.
From a distance, Fu Xiaoli smiled at him, her brows drooping down, no matter how gentle her smile was, she still had a bitter look on her face. She said, "It's me, Jiajia."
"You..." Fu Jia was speechless.
He wanted Fu Xiaoli not to call him that. This is another person's overlapping word, clean, and there has always been intimacy and beauty. He didn't want Fu Xiaoli to sully it.
"You have grown so big. You were not as tall as my waist before, but now you are a head taller than me. Mom misses you so much." Fu Xiaoli approached Fu Jia, so close that he could see the wrinkles on her face. There is also a cloudy macula on the white of the eye. She held Fu Jia's hand, her fingers as cold as snakes.
"How are you all these years... Mom is not easy, really hard." Fu Xiaoli exhausted all her tenderness and said, "Mom will never leave you again in the future."
The devil says she will never leave you.
Fu Jia shuddered.