Chi Yu's flight was at 6:00 pm, and he had to check in 40 minutes in advance, so he would be at the airport at about 4:00.
Unfortunately, that day, the school was holding a school test, from 8:00 in the morning to 7:00 in the evening. Before the exam, Lin Jing walked to Fu Zhi'an's desk, tapped her fingers on the table, frowned and said softly, "Calm down, you are the number one on the school award list." Fu Zhian knew the teacher's good intentions , the school expects him to get a place in the city in the college entrance examination, and it would be better if he can do a news interview or the like.
Lin Jing turned around after instructing him. Before taking two steps, Hu Yushan probed his head and whispered to him, "Brother Fu, don't block the papers with your arms for a while." For the first time ever, Hu Yushan sat down with Fu Zhian at the front and back tables. This was probably the only chance he had in his high school career, allowing him to go home with his grades and not be beaten.
But Fu Zhiyu crushed his only hope.
I don't know what happened this time, but Fu Zhiyan delivered the papers surprisingly fast. Hu Yushan had just written that the reading comprehension had not been turned over yet, but Fu Zhiyan had already stood up and put the papers on the podium. The invigilator had a suspicious look on his face, and he glanced through it from beginning to end. Before he finished it, the boy standing opposite said, "Can I get my phone."
The boy's hand holding the black mobile phone was hanging in the air, and the inside of his elbow was dark. I thought it was accidentally rubbed on the answer sheet.
"You handed in this paper so early, you don't need to check it again?"
Fu Zhiyu lowered his eyes and shook his head, then asked again, "Can I take my phone away?"
Logically speaking, students who hand in their papers so early are not allowed to take their mobile phones. But for some reason, looking at the boy's bloodless face, his heart suddenly softened. Fu Zhian put the mobile phone in his pocket, bent over to the invigilator and turned around, not seeing Hu Yushan who was grinning in the back row.
The empty corner stairs cast a shadow on the partition, and the boy in the loose school uniform stood in the corner, dialed the phone and put it to his ear. He didn't make him wait too long, the boy's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, and he couldn't tell whether he had just woken up or had not slept all night.
"Isn't it a test today?"
The originally straight back seemed to loosen up, but Fu Zhiyu hummed, leaned the back of his head against the wall, and then said, "The test is over." A short electric sound rang between the two, followed by the boy who was a little puzzled. Tone, softly say how so fast. Fu Zhiyu didn't speak, just lowered his head and smiled silently, his back slid down the wall, and sat on the ground with his legs curled up.
There was about a few minutes of silence between the two before Fu Zhian said, "Have you packed your luggage?"
There was a rustling sound on the opposite side, and Fu Zhian felt that it was Chi Yu turning over on the bed, and he heard Chi Yu answering from the other side, "It's almost finished."
"Have you brought allergy medicine?"
"I brought it." Chi Yu put the phone to his ear with his shoulder, and threw the white medicine box on the table into the suitcase.
"What about liquid Band-Aids?"
"It's sold in the United States."
There was another brief silence, and they could only hear each other's breathing, slowly overlapping from the originally wrong rhythm. Fu Zhian put the phone close to his ear, trying to hear Chi Yu's breathing more clearly, but he didn't know if his hearing was impaired. The more he tried to catch it, the less he could hear.
"I'll take you to the airport after the exam."
"No." Chi Yu answered quickly, and he seemed to chuckle before saying again, "I'm not a motherfucking elementary school chicken, so I don't need you to send it."
Although he said that, when Chi Yu checked his luggage and walked in with his ticket, he still turned his head four times. Because he was afraid of missing that figure, he tiptoed and jumped on tiptoe several times like a fool, but Fu Zhiyan didn't seem to come.
Even if he didn't come, Chi Yu sat in the cabin, put on the prepared blindfold and lay still on the seat. When the flight attendant came to ask him what he wanted to drink, he just shook his head.
When Fu Zhiyu went, he stood outside the airport, staring at the smaller and smaller planes in the sky. He obviously got such good grades, but he can't analyze at this moment whether Chi Yu was on that plane or not.
In the last exam, Fu Zhiyan finished writing the paper in just over half an hour. He ignored the attention of the people around him, put the paper on the podium and was about to leave. The man sitting at the door took off his glasses, rubbed his chin at Fu Zhiyu, and motioned for him to bring the paper. After a rough look at it from beginning to end, the teacher took off the glasses and pointed to the blank space on the last page with the temple of his glasses, "Why don't you write additional questions?"
"No." Fu Zhiyan answered confidently, with a firm gaze.
"Do you know how much you will lose by one point in the college entrance examination?" The teacher at the door, surnamed Liu, is a math teacher who has great expectations for Zhiyu. He is dealing with Zhiyu's recent state. I heard a little about it, but I didn't expect that Fu Zhian would not even care about the school exam. He threw the paper back to Fu Zhiyan, put on his glasses unhappily, "Fix the extra questions for me."
Fu Zhiyan stood at the door with the paper, and after about a minute, he turned around with his bag, picked up the pen and lay on the podium. It's not that he didn't do extra questions on purpose. This question is not difficult, but it's a waste of time. Fu Zhiyan thought while laying out the formula on the paper, the last thing he can't waste now is time.
God may be against him, Fu Zhiyu finally got out of school and got into the car, bypassing several traffic lights, but blocked the traffic on the elevated airport. The long motorcade could not be seen at a glance, and it was so dense that one could hardly breathe. Fu Zhiyu took out a red note from his pocket and put it in the front seat, and opened the door while saying, "I'm right here."
"Hey, young man." The driver turned his head and held the money in his hand, "You can get off as soon as you say it. I'll have to be stuck here for an hour depending on the situation." Fu Zhiyu knew what he meant, but he didn't After thinking about it, I took out another one hundred and put it in the front seat.
The viaduct was crowded with cars, and the honking of the whistle made his ears ringing. He strode along the narrow sidewalk, smelling turpentine with every breath of oxygen he breathed into his lungs. Running's toes were numb, and Fu Zhiyu shuttled between the car and the car, as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat. Going around the glass turnstile, Fu Zhiyu stood in the airport lobby, looking up at the aircraft information on the LED display with his neck up.
He didn't catch up.
It should have been not long after he missed the check-in time, Fu Zhiyu walked out of the airport lobby, put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, and looked up at the not-so-blue sky. I don't know how long I stood before Fu Zhian lowered his head again and rubbed his eyes as he stared at the floor tiles that had been polished without any color.
The taxi driver just now deceived him, and Fu Zhiyu was walking on the viaduct, the wind whistling past and the fast running car beside his ears. When the traffic stopped, Fu Zhiyu took a breath, and the fingertips hanging by his side couldn't help trembling. He put his hand in the pocket of his coat and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.
Chi Yu, my heart is blocked.
The plane arrived faster than expected, Chi Yu froze and greeted the two warm hugs, the man in the baseball cap put his luggage in the trunk and turned his head, met Chi Yu's cold eyes, not using too much. Standard Chinese says: "Why are your eyes red?"
Chi Yu opened the car door and sat up before saying, "Allergies."
Chi Yuedi worked hard to play the role of a good father in the matter of going abroad, and chose a Chinese-speaking host family for him. Chi Yu sat in the back seat, his eyes swept between the two men in the front seat, and the moment he turned his head, he just met the line of sight of the man in the rearview mirror. He smiled generously and took the coffee handed over by the man beside him.
The distance from the airport to the city is not too close. At first, the two people in front of them chatted with Chi Yu, but after a few exchanges, they probably saw that Chi Yu lacked interest, so they stopped talking. Chi Yu turned on the phone, and just as the signal bar was full, several messages popped up one after another.
They were from Wang Xiao, Lin Chuan, Hu Yushan and his head teacher Lin Jing, and their words contained goodwill. Chi Yu finally clicked on the message from the pinned contact, there were only two, and they were very short.
— Did you take off
— Tell me when it arrives.
It was less than ten words in total, Chi Yu put his phone upside down on the seat, the space in the car was too small for him to show his anger. Chi Yu didn't know why he was angry, was he angry that he didn't come to see him off? But that was the one who brought it up first, and it's normal that Fu Zhijun doesn't come to deliver it. He picked up the phone again and read the message from Fu Zhiyan several times. In just a few words, he expressed everything that should be expressed.
Fu Zhieu is really good at learning and has a strong generalization ability.
After struggling for a long time, Chi Yu was defeated. He opened the dialog box, typed a lot of words but deleted them all. Just when he didn't know what to say, his palm suddenly shook.
Chi Yu was stunned. It should be four o'clock in the morning in China. Although Fu Zhian always stayed up late, he didn't expect this person to stay up so late.
- You didn't sleep
In the pitch-black room, only the corner of the bed was emitting light. The boy was still wearing the school uniform he used to go out in the morning, sitting on the bed with his legs curled up. I don't know how long I've been staring at the phone screen, it seems that my eyes are not too focused. It wasn't until the top of the chat box showed that the other party was typing, he straightened his back and asked if he was there.
Probably frightened by the timing of his message, the other side responded quickly and asked him if he hadn't slept.
The body that had been curled up all night became stiff, Fu Zhiyu rolled over and lay on the bed, and typed two words on the phone: just woke up.
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If it doesn't end this week! ! will be delayed until next week...