Three days later, the final exam results came out.
Ling Song's total score exceeded 420, and he passed all three main subjects. Although the others still flew at low altitude, they were much better than expected.
The overall age ranking has indeed improved by more than one hundred.
Ling Song's mother came back from the parent-teacher meeting. As soon as she got the report card, Ling Song happily ran to Wen's house to ask for a surprise from him.
Wen Yuanchu went out this morning and didn't go to teach Ling Song. When Ling Song came, he had just returned home.
Ling Song held up his report card and showed it to Wen Yuanchu: "The total score is 426, 572, am I very good?"
Although it can't be compared with Wen Yuanchu, who is the first in the grade.
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "It's pretty good."
Ling Song stretched out his hand with a smile: "Dad Yuanchu, my surprise."
Wen Yuanchu patted his palm and handed him a box of candy.
He went out early in the morning and went to a handmade candy store in the old city to buy it.
"This store has been open for many years, the taste of candy is very pure, you should like it."
Ling Song was really easy to pass, a box of candy made him smile: "Thank you, Dad, Dad has a heart."
There was still a red love heart on the candy paper. Wen Yuanchu probably didn't pay attention to these details, but Ling Song was very satisfied.
Rounding off, this is Wen Yuanchu's expression of love for him.
Ling Song ate the candy sweetly, and Wen Yuanchu asked him, "Is it delicious?"
Ling Song looked at him and inadvertently remembered a trivial incident in his previous life.
The Prince Regent had sent him a box of sweets in the same way.
It was because he was angry that the regent would not let him eat the candied haws sold outside the palace.
Recalling this, Ling Song couldn't help being embarrassed, and he thought about what that dead ghost was doing, that person was not at all comparable to Wen Yuanchu.
Even the candy that Wen Yuanchu gave him was much sweeter than that given by the dead ghost.
"What are you thinking?" Wen Yuanchu asked warmly.
Ling Song came back to his senses, and smiled at Wen Yuanchu: "It's nothing, I just remembered someone who was unlucky."
Wen Yuanchu hesitated to speak.
… never mind.
He only coaxed Ling Song once in his previous life. Ling Song was very happy at that time, just like now, he always remembered it.
"You stay here for lunch at noon, and we will go back to class together in the afternoon. Today we will start high school physics."
Ling Song suddenly had a bitter face: "It's so difficult, it's impossible to keep up with the progress before the next semester starts."
"It's okay, take your time."
The winter vacation is only one month away, and there are only three weeks left after the week of the Chinese New Year. It is indeed impossible for Ling Song to catch up with the current course progress before then. He said that at the beginning, originally only to encourage Ling Song.
He has learned quickly.
"You are very smart, don't be discouraged, take your time, it doesn't matter if you can't catch up before school starts, as long as you can catch up before the third year of high school, I will always help you."
Ling Song was very moved.
Although Wen Yuanchu would call him stupid, he always praised him at critical moments.
He felt that he might not be able to find anyone who was more gentle and patient with him than Wen Yuanchu, not even his parents.
This person is still so good-looking.
How could he not like it.
"Wen Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him quietly.
Ling Song's words reached his lips, but he swallowed them back. Just now, he almost wanted to impulsively say his confession.
No, not yet.
It's too casual to say here, he has to think about it again.
"It's okay, I just called you a word."
Ling Song passed by with a laugh.
Wen Yuanchu didn't bother with him, peeled a candy and fed it to his mouth.
Ling Song ate it with Wen Yuanchu's hand, peeled off one, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Sweet.
In the afternoon, they went back to Ling's house to continue their classes.
Wen Yuanchu helped Ling Song make a full list of study plans, and he couldn't help being full of romance in his head.
But from time to time, Ling Song will still tease Wen Yuanchu in different ways.
Seeing Lin Qiuyi and the others on WeChat saying that they would go to Yuelao Temple to pray for peach blossoms during the New Year, Ling Song rolled his eyes and asked Wen Yuanchu: "Is there a Yuelao Temple at Meifeng? I think I saw it when I went on an autumn outing. "
Wen Yuanchu was helping him to correct the exercises for the in-class test, when he heard this, he stopped writing and looked up at him: "Why are you asking this?"
Ling Song laughed: "On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will go to the temple to worship, and I will also ask for a peach blossom or something. It just so happens that I celebrate my birthday that day. People say that going to Yuelao Temple to worship Yuelao on my birthday is very effective."
Wen Yuanchu: "...you are only seventeen years old."
To be precise, he did not turn seventeen until the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Ling Song's birthdays in both his lifetimes were on the first day of the first lunar month. It was his first birthday in this era, so of course he had to make a big one.
Now he desperately needs to ask Yue Lao to hold a red line between him and Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu: "Why do you ask for peach blossoms?"
"Of course people like you who are in full bloom don't understand what Yao Nana said. If you don't fall in love early in high school, your studies will be for nothing."
Wen Yuanchu frowned: "She's full of nonsense, so ignore her."
Ling Song held his chin and smiled: "I think it makes sense, how many teenagers can there be in life, of course we have to cherish the present moment."
"But you can't fall in love early, you promised at the beginning."
Ling Song choked, how could he forget this...
But I don't want to fall in love with others, I just want to fall in love with you.
"I want you to take care of it."
He didn't agree. He was obviously threatened by Wen Yuanchu at the beginning.
Wen Yuanchu coughed lightly, and changed his words: "But since you did well in the final exam, you can accommodate me."
"Really?" Ling Song's eyes showed surprise instantly, and he leaned his head in front of Wen Yuanchu.
"Really accommodating?"
Does Wen Yuanchu's words mean that he has a chance
"Well, you are going to Yuelao Temple, and I will go with you."
Ling Song: "...you want to ask for peach blossoms too?"
"why not?"
Fine.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him: "Let's go to class."
Ling Song didn't give up: "Hey, Wen Yuanchu, what kind of peach blossom do you want?"
Wen Yuanchu just pretended not to hear: "Let's go to class."
"Tell me, can you tell me?"
Wen Yuanchu reminded him for the third time: "Go to class."
Swept by his wink, Ling Song finally became honest and dared not be presumptuous any more, so he picked up the pen sullenly.
But until the end of the lecture in the evening, when Wen Yuanchu went back, Ling Song was still thinking about it.
Wen Yuanchu actually wants to ask for peach blossoms? What does he beg Taohua for? Doesn't he have enough peach blossoms
... Is it because you want to ask the person he has a crush on to take a fancy to him
Hate.
So who is Wen Yuanchu's favorite
He clicked on the wechat dialog with Yao Nana.
Ling Song: Do you really not know who Wen Yuanchu has always liked? You said last time that he missed that person since junior high school
Yao Nana: I don't know, maybe it's you.
Ling Song: Impossible.
The previous Ling Song was hurt by love and jumped into the lake.
Yao Nana: If you ask me, why don't you just ask Wen Yuanchu directly, and what's the matter with being so entangled in the past.
Ling Song: Not before, he said he still likes it now.
Yao Nana: Ah...
Yao Nana: That might be you.
Yao Nana: He's just weird, as his mother said.
Mother Wen did say that Wen Yuanchu liked to care about him, although he always appeared indifferent on the surface.
So it's really him
... unlikely, right
Ling Song lay down on the table, a bit in disbelief.
But even if Wen Yuanchu likes him, he still likes the original him, isn't he taking advantage of others
After thinking about it, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, so he grabbed a handful of candies that Wen Yuanchu gave him, and threw them back one by one.
Like him, like the original him, don't like him.
Like him, like the original him.
Don't like him, like him.
don't like him...
Throwing the last candy back into the box, she still didn't like him.
Ling Song was so depressed that he threw his head back on the desk.
Yao Nana must be lying to him.
Wen Yuanchu's WeChat message came in: What are you doing in a daze on the table again
Ling Song sat up straight, and Wen Yuanchu was standing by the opposite window looking at him.
He glared angrily and drew the curtains.
Wen Yuanchu: Yuelao Temple, are you going tomorrow
Ling Song: Go tomorrow? It's not my birthday yet.
Wen Yuanchu: You don’t have to go on your birthday. There are too many people on the first day of the new year. If you go late, you can’t even squeeze in the door.
It's okay.
Ling Song: Alright, let's go tomorrow, it's a deal!
Wen Yuanchu: Well, go to bed early and leave at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Ling Song: In the early Yuan Dynasty, Dad had a sweet dream, okay
After posting this sentence, Ling Song blushed a little. Fortunately, he used to be a madman, and he could say anything to tease people by taking advantage of father-son relationship.
But it's melancholy to say, Wen Yuanchu didn't really think they were father and son, did he
What if I really find him a mother someday...
With these secret boyish thoughts in mind, that night Lingsong had another night of dreams.
In the dream, he and Wen Yuanchu turned into two kissing fish, sticking together and never wanting to separate.
What a dream.
The next morning, before seven o'clock, Ling Song woke up yawning and messed up his pants again.
He has become accustomed to it, and even carefully recalled the scene in his dream.
Thinking of going to Yuelao Temple alone with Wen Yuanchu, he quickly got up, washed up and had breakfast.
eight o'clock.
Wen Yuanchu came over, and they took the bus to Meifeng.
After getting in the car, Ling Song kept yawning. Wen Yuanchu saw that he was tired and his eyes were blue, and asked him, "What did you do last night? Why did you get dark circles under your eyes?"
I went to fight you for 800 rounds in my dream.
Ling Song smiled and stretched: "No, I just didn't sleep well."
Wen Yuanchu didn't bother to talk about him anymore, so he pressed his head on his shoulder: "Sleep for a while."
Ling Song was in a happy mood, leaning on Wen Yuanchu, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
It took an hour and a half to reach Meifeng, and after getting off the bus, we walked up the mountain for more than ten minutes, and we arrived at Yuelao Temple.
Today's weather is not particularly good, and it's a working day. The people here are deserted, and there are not a single high school student like them.
But Ling Song doesn't care about this.
As soon as he entered the temple, he became energetic, ran happily to buy incense, and went into the main hall to pay homage to the old moon.
Wen Yuanchu followed, and Ling Song knelt devoutly in front of the statue of Yuelao, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and held up the incense sticks, chanting words.
Wen Yuanchu was very speechless.
Although he couldn't hear what this silly boy was muttering, it was clear that Chun's heart was moved when he came to pay homage to Elder Yue so earnestly.
Ling Song is negotiating conditions with Yuelao.
"In my previous life, I was an emperor at any rate. You don't need to kneel on your knees. You are a little old man. If I give you face today, you have to give me face. Did you see this person next to me? I have a crush on him Now, you have to draw a red line for Zhen and him, and I will donate two hundred merit money to you today, and when the matter is completed, you will benefit later."
Ling Song let out a long breath.
In this way, Wen Yuanchu shouldn't be able to escape, right
Inserting the incense in his hand into the incense altar, and then donating the money, Ling Song got up and turned around, only to see Wen Yuanchu standing behind him, staring up at the statue of the Moon God expressionlessly, with only scrutiny in his expression, without any care Pretending to be pious and respectful.
Ling Song pulled him out.
"Didn't you also ask for peach blossoms? Why are you so aggressive?"
Wen Yuanchu said lightly: "I was joking with you, I didn't intend to worship."
"Why? You don't believe this? You don't respect ghosts and gods?"
"Why respect?" Wen Yuanchu asked him back, "Do you think they will help you after you worship?"
Ling Song choked for a moment, and he didn't know whether these ghosts and ghosts were real or not.
But since he can come back from the dead and become Ling Song four hundred years later, maybe, definitely, it's better to believe it, okay
"It's better to ask for yourself than to ask others." Wen Yuanchu said.
Ling Song curled his lips: "Of course you don't need to ask, you are not short of peach blossoms, and you are envious of the dead."
Wen Yuanchu slightly narrowed his eyes: "Are you envious?"
Ling Song smiled, but didn't answer.
As for peach blossoms, you don’t need many.
It is enough that Wen Yuanchu's elm pimple can bloom.
There was a sycamore tree in the courtyard of the temple, and on the branches were hung layer upon layer the wish cards of morons and women. Ling Song ran over and bought a sign for a few dollars.
He picked up a pen and wrote the sentence "Wood blossoms, only for me", and threw it towards the high tree branch.
One time success.
Ling Song was very happy, and turned around to compare Wen Yuanchu proudly.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, those bright smiling eyes were more vivid than in memory.
"... what did you write on the wishing board?"
Ling Song said casually, "Of course I want peach blossoms."
Wen Yuanchu stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed his head: "Let's go, go around the neighborhood."
Ling Song walked out together next to him: "It's already here, you really don't want to ask?"
"No need."
"Really don't need it?"
"No."
Forget it, Ling Songxin said, he wished Wen Yuanchu didn't ask for it.
Walking out of the gate of Yuelao Temple, he suddenly remembered something and asked Wen Yuanchu: "When is your birthday?"
"Half a year older than you, July 15th."
Ling Song's heart skipped a beat: "Gregorian calendar?"
"lunar calendar."
The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is Ghost Festival.
The dead ghost who was the regent in the previous life was also born on this day, so some people always say that he is a ghost who came into the world.
... How could it be such a coincidence
Wen Yuanchu looked at him calmly.
Ling Song pursed the corners of his lips lightly.
never mind.
Just treat Wen Yuanchu as Wen Che's reincarnation, as long as it's not him himself.
Wen Yuanchu looked away.
On the one hundred and forty-fifth day after he came back, he should have really enlightened, but I suddenly felt a little timid.
What he likes is the me in this life, and what he hates is the me in the previous life. If he knows the truth, what will happen to him
I dare not think, I am a coward.
Obviously I should be happy, but I can't be happy.