Xie Meng didn't sleep well at night. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he had a faint headache. He got up and poured water, and the sound alarmed Zhang Xiujuan next door.
The old man was wearing a gray linen robe and a large shawl standing at the door of the room, frowning slightly: "What time is it?" She asked Xie Meng.
"It's more than 3 o'clock." Xie Meng felt a little guilty: "You sleep a little longer."
Zhang Xiujuan sighed, she walked to the table and sat down: "You can't sleep, what else can I sleep with as an old woman."
Xie Meng didn't speak. He boiled a pot of water, poured a small soup, squatted down and handed it to Zhang Xiujuan's feet. When he stood up, the other party held his hand.
"What happened?" Zhang Xiujuan looked at her little grandson's face and felt a little distressed: "You were like this for a while in junior high. Grandma couldn't bear to ask, but she was still uncomfortable."
Xie Meng opened his mouth and closed it again. He smiled and shook Zhang Xiujuan's hand: "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't come to school the next day, and Xie Meng didn't see each other's shadow until the end of the gym class, so he had no choice but to block people after school.
"Zhuo Xiaoyuan has asked for leave." The monitor of class 6 was a girl: "How long has it been since I asked you... What? Are you in a hurry to find him?"
"..." Xie Meng's face was not very good-looking: "Do you have his address?"
The female monitor said, "The address book is all with the teacher, do you want to see it?"
Xie Meng hesitated. He went to the office, stood at the door for a long time and finally gave up. When he turned around and was about to go downstairs, he ran into Ji Qinyang who happened to run up.
The other party raised his eyebrows when he saw him: "Where are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."
Xie Meng: "?"
Ji Qinyang: "Let's go back together."
Xie Meng: "...Are you going to your grandfather's house again?"
Ji Qinyang's expression was dazed for a moment, then he reacted, followed the words and hummed, and added after thinking about it: "My grandfather's cat was born, so I will help in the next few days."
"..." Xie Meng moved his eyebrows, he rarely made a joking expression, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Kitten...?"
Ji Qinyang said seriously: "Yes."
Xie Meng laughed, Ji Qinyang looked at him, and suddenly reached out and brushed the other's bangs.
Xie Meng: "?"
"It's stuck." Ji Qinyang flicked his fingertips, and he usually showed that kind of casual and beautiful smile: "Let's go."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan never came to school, and Xie Meng's time in a daze began to become very long. Sometimes he would see dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't sleep well at night. An illusion of losing weight.
Ji Qinyang still walks with him every day after school, for various reasons.
"Have you cut your hair?" Ji Qinyang asked inadvertently once, he surrounded Xie Meng in his arms, and the two stood against the carriage.
The end of the boy's hair was cut short, and it was thinly attached to the neck.
"I cut it myself." Xie Meng was a little embarrassed: "I can't concentrate... It seems that the cut is broken?"
Ji Qinyang smiled: "No." He put his heart on Xie Meng's neck: "Not bad."
The skin under the palm is very delicate, and it is a little cold because it is exposed to the air. Ji Qinyang's hands are very hot, and Xie Meng did not resist the opponent's gesture of almost pinching his neck.
Ji Qinyang tightened his fingers and said casually, "Your muscles are very stiff."
Xie Meng: "Probably bowed your head for a long time."
Ji Qinyang didn't say anything, he rubbed the side of Xie Meng's neck with his knuckles little by little, and rubbed back and forth three times before stopping, "How do you feel?" he asked.
Xie Meng didn't know when to close his eyes, he sighed: "Very comfortable, can you massage?"
Ji Qinyang: "My mother has been making tea for tea art, and her shoulders will be sore."
Xie Meng nodded, and he said, "That's great." I don't know if it was Ji Qinyang's massage technique or something else.
After the two got out of the car, they would go to Shantang Street to eat snacks. At first, it was not clear who started the drive, but they gradually developed a habit. Xie Meng drank half of the tofu flower bowl and found that Ji Qinyang was still going. Add hot sauce to a bowl.
The weather has gradually started to warm up, Ji Qinyang took off his jacket halfway through eating, and only wore a long-sleeved shirt inside.
Xie Meng was still wrapped in a coat, the evening sun was shining on his face from the side, and the outline was neatly drawn, and it was just tucked into the collar near the chin.
Ji Qinyang stared at it for a long time before he subconsciously retracted his gaze. His fingertips were a little hot, and after thinking about it, he put the bean curd bowl on the table.
Xie Meng gave him a strange look: "Don't eat?"
Ji Qinyang's skin was white and almost transparent, because he ate too much spicy food, which made his lips brighter. His nose was sweating a little, and his dark brown hair was naturally curly and fluffy, and it was slightly long behind his ears.
"It's a little hot." Ji Qinyang loosened his collar, he held his head and smiled at Xie Meng: "You eat yours."
"..." Xie Meng quickly drank the last bit of bean curd.
Ji Qinyang took out his phone to check the time.
"Let's go." He took their schoolbags and stood up: "I'll take you to the intersection."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan had a plaster cast on his left leg and was leaning on the coffee table. He was bored watching TV in the living room. His younger sister, Zhuo Jinjin, ran in with a braid and blocked in front of the TV.
"If you have a fart, let it go." Zhuo Xiaoyuan threw a cushion over impatiently: "What did you want to do when you just ate ice cream?"
Zhuo Jinjin just turned 10 years old. She doesn't have to go to school because of her health. She clings to his elder brother every day.
"Someone said it's your classmate." Zhuo Jinjin hung on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's neck and said with gestures: "Very beautiful handsome guy."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan couldn't stand her: "As handsome as he is handsome, as handsome as he is beautiful, can he speak."
Zhuo Jinjin pouted, got off Zhuo Xiaoyuan reluctantly, and helped his brother to open the door, but Zhuo Xiaoyuan's face darkened when he saw Ji Qinyang coming in.
"What are you doing here?" Zhuo Xiaoyuan said coldly, his hair grew a little longer and the roots stood on end.
Ji Qinyang handed the fruit he brought to Zhuo Jinjin, he bent down and touched the top of the little girl's head: "Honey, go wash the strawberries yourself?"
Zhuo Jinjin had no resistance to all the handsome boys of the same age as her brother, so she ran to the kitchen, leaving Zhuo Xiaoyuan alone.
"Let's see if you have moss." Ji Qinyang smiled lazily. He looked at Zhuo Xiaoyuan's plastered leg: "Is it good enough? Then go to school early and don't cause trouble."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan frowned: "Who am I causing trouble." He snorted: "Don't you wish you couldn't see me?"
"I don't want to see you, it doesn't mean others don't." Ji Qinyang took out the headphone cable from his bag and wrapped it around the back of his neck: "It's hard to beat, do you really consider yourself a hero?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan's face was ugly, but he didn't want to show weakness, and said stubbornly: "That scum is not much better, so what if there are too many people, or I will still be beaten into the hospital by Lao Tzu."
Ji Qinyang snorted, Zhuo Xiaoyuan glanced at him, and couldn't help asking: "That scum didn't harass Xie Meng, did he?"
Ji Qinyang said lightly, "I'm here."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "Don't think that's your credit. Han Dong just doesn't want Xie Meng to cause trouble again. If you really want to fight a few people, it's not enough to thank Meng for watching."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan was too lazy to say, "You will understand later."
Ji Qinyang squinted, he threw the earphone cable thoughtfully, and asked, "You know him quite well."
"Xie Meng?" Zhuo Xiaoyuan dangling his eyes: "In the end, you know more than you. It was originally a matter of our S. I don't know what you are messing with."
Ji Qinyang smiled disdainfully: "Now it's W high, he is from our third class, you can figure out who is the outsider."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan was very happy, but he couldn't find the words to refute after a long time.
Ji Qinyang put on his earphones, he stood up, and put his hands in his trouser pockets: "I think your legs are almost in good shape. Remember to come to school tomorrow. If you can't see you in the morning, don't blame me for dragging people."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "…"
Xie Meng and Zhang Ganggang came to the school around the same time, and the two met Zhuo Xiaoyuan, who had been waiting there long ago, at the gate of Class 3.
"..." Xie Meng's eyes fell on the other's leg that was still in plaster cast.
"That scumbag won't be able to teach for a lifetime." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said blankly: "Ask Han Dong, I'm just in charge of spreading the word." After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Xie Meng and leaned on crutches. He limped and wiped the other's shoulder, and Xie Meng stopped him when he was about to go downstairs.
"Zhuo Xiaoyuan."
Being shouted back impatiently: "Why?!"
A smile appeared on Xie Meng's face: "Thank you."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan glared at him and muttered, "Crazy!"
Xie Meng smiled and waved his hand, Zhang Bangbang looked at the two of them inexplicably: "What's the matter? What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Xie Meng saw Ji Qinyang who happened to go upstairs, with the earphone cable hanging from his neck, and raised his eyebrows when he saw him.
"Morning." Ji Qinyang greeted.
"Morning." Xie Meng noticed his chest and asked inadvertently, "What are you listening to?"
Ji Qinyang handed him an earplug: "Listen?"
"..." Before Xie Meng could react, his ears were stuffed. The unfamiliar Qingyue melody tapped his eardrums, and the tiny resonance entangled his hearing like a cobweb, and his heart trembled slightly.
"Does it sound good?" Ji Qinyang got very close, and he looked down at Xie Meng's expression.
"En." Xie Meng nodded subconsciously, and said with some uncertainty: "But I haven't heard of it..."
Ji Qinyang smiled proudly: "This is a song I composed."
"..." Xie Meng blinked, his earplugs had been taken away by Zhang Langbang.
Ji Qinyang simply gave the entire MP3 to the other party: "Remember to return it to me." He pointed to Xie Meng.
Qi Fei finally finished his duty when he came out of the classroom and saw the MP3 on Zhang Bangbang's hand with a "yeah".
"You'd better record it." Qi Fei showed off: "In the future, the student works of China's No. 1 music producer will be black history."
Ji Qinyang kicked Qi Fei in front, and the latter made an exaggerated cry.
Xie Meng and Zhang Ganggang followed behind each with one earplug, Zhang Ganggang danced with the music, Xie Meng hurriedly covered the earphone cable that was almost pulled off, and shook his head helplessly.
The morning light reflected the tiny floating dust in the air through the edge of the window, and the warm spring sun brightened the youthful faces of the teenagers.