In the following month, every Saturday afternoon, Wen Yuanchu would still take Ling Song to the swimming pool for two hours.
Ling Song wanted to learn, so he taught him, in order to let Ling Song take a breath and relax while studying.
Ling Song didn't dare to make jokes anymore, and he learned very seriously every time.
By the time of the final exam, he had already swam quite well in breaststroke.
In the last final exam of the second semester of high school, Ling Song entered the top 300 in the grade for an unprecedented time, with a total score of 555, ranking 282 in age.
Even Ling Song's family was surprised now, even before he lost his memory, Ling Song had never passed this test.
Ling Song was very humble, saying that it was all due to Wen Yuanchu.
In front of his family, he never hesitated to praise Wen Yuanchu in various ways.
After the final exams, the school gave them a 25-day holiday, and they were going back to school in early August to start their tough senior year in high school.
Wen Yuanchu finally took out his planner. Except for the morning jog in the morning and swimming once a week, the twenty-five days were full of study from morning to night every day.
Ling Song's protest was invalid, so he could only choose to accept it.
Ling Song took the planner very depressed, and ticked off the 28th day of July: "This day is the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, your birthday, you must give me a holiday, let me celebrate your birthday."
"Yes." Wen Yuanchu readily agreed.
All right.
Ling Song finally felt a little more at ease. Wen Yuanchu, a monster with only learning and no love in his mind, finally has a little humanity.
But regarding this, he hasn't decided what gift to give Wen Yuanchu yet.
This is Wen Yuanchu's 18th birthday, people here come of age at 18, so this birthday must be celebrated in a grand way.
Ling Song thought to himself, he must leave Wen Yuanchu with unforgettable memories for a lifetime.
This is not the first time he gave birthday presents to people. In his previous life, he had to prepare birthday presents every year for the elders' birthdays. After he became emperor, he had to give rewards to win people's hearts, especially for the regent. It's all the first one.
But thinking about it now, he doesn't remember what rewards he gave to that dead ghost back then. Often, the people below would submit the gift list, and he just glanced at it and nodded at random, without distracting his mind at all.
Giving Wen Yuanchu a birthday gift must not be like this.
But what exactly to give, Ling Song thought about it, but he was still not satisfied.
So I can only ask others.
Ask Zhang Yang, Wang Zide and others.
Answer: Packing a big red envelope is the most practical, money is the only criterion for measuring true love.
Ling Song felt that this was too vulgar. Was it about money between him and Wen Yuanchu
Ask Lin Qiuyi, Yao Nana, and Xia Langxing.
Answer: Give the hat, scarf and gloves knitted by yourself, so that the other party can feel the warmth of intimate love.
But Ling Song doesn't know firstly, and secondly, he thinks that these three people are all girls with a mentality, and they don't have reference.
Ask his cousin Wen Yan.
A: Of course it’s for yourself [smiles]
Huh
Ling Song: Give yourself away...
Wen Yan: Isn't it great? Believe me, brother has experience.
Ling Song: Well-behaved.jpg
Ling Song thought, Wen Yuanchu was eighteen years old, an adult.
And he himself was a 20-year-old old ghost.
If they are doing things now, it seems that they can do it
Then again, in this calculation, Yuanchu's father is actually Yuanchu's younger brother...
Tut tut.
With some kind of secret thoughts that cannot be told, Ling Song began to think about the possibility of putting this plan into practice.
Certainly not in his home, only to go outside.
A few days ago, I heard from Xia Langxing that there is a love hotel that charges by the hour, which is suitable for novices, so maybe you can give it a try.
That kid Xia Langxing even said that he is a pure virgin, but he knows a lot.
Ling Song cursed, turned on his mobile phone and searched, and there were quite a few hotels like this.
He picked a room that was far away from their home and had a better reputation.
Seeing the dreamy pink room in the picture display, it really is very good.
On the day of Wen Yuanchu's birthday, I will go out in the morning, go shopping first, find a restaurant for lunch at noon, watch a movie in the afternoon, then go to eat hot pot, oh, I must order clear soup bottom, and finally go to the hotel.
Perfect.
So the plan was set.
For the next two weeks, with such expectations in mind, Ling Song became more motivated to study.
The results of the in-class tests were getting better and better every time. Even Wen Yuanchu was a little surprised. Ling Song, this little bastard, has his sex changed
When asked about Ling Song, he would just wave his hands and say triumphantly, "Study hard, you should."
...Maybe I really changed my sex.
On the 28th, when other students were crying and howling because the third year of high school was about to start, Ling Song was so excited that he seemed to have won five million. He ran to the door of Wen's house at eight o'clock in the morning and called Wen Yuanchu.
"Brother Yuanchu, get up, brother will take you out to play."
Wen Yuanchu opened the door expressionlessly, and Ling Song stood outside with a hippie smile.
Ling Song raised his hand and expressed his heart to him: "Good morning, brother Yuanchu, have you had breakfast yet?"
Wen Yuanchu endured and endured, and didn't bother with him.
They went out side by side and took the subway to the business district.
There were a lot of people on the subway during rush hour, Ling Song hugged Wen Yuanchu's waist with both hands, and leaned on the pole.
He doesn't care what other people think, he just focuses on coaxing his little boyfriend: "Why aren't you happy so early in the morning? I'll celebrate your birthday with you, can you give me some face?"
Wen Yuanchu asked in a deep voice, "Where did the name of younger brother Yuanchu come from?"
... So I cared about this, I should have said it earlier.
He even said he wasn't his younger brother, an awkward and childish brat.
Ling Song laughed: "I lived an extra life in my dream, so I am an older brother."
"You think it's appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate?" Ling Song spoke confidently.
Wen Yuanchu looked away, not bothering to pay attention to him.
In the morning they went shopping, Ling Song bought two pairs of sneakers, one for himself and one for Wen Yuanchu.
"For couples, let's wear it together. I heard from Zhang Yang and the others that this brand is good."
Ling Song smiled eagerly at Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu's heart moved slightly, and he reached out to wrap his arms around his waist: "Okay."
In this life, Ling Song will carefully choose gifts for him.
Unlike in the past, what was sent to his mansion was always the same royal gifts as others.
Relieved, Ling Song asked him with a smile, "Like it?"
"Well," Wen Yuanchu nodded, "I like it, this is the best birthday present I've ever received."
Tsk, disgusting.
But Ling Song was very useful and winked at him.
"As long as you like it, the gift is not only this one, but also a big gift, so keep it secret first."
At noon they ate at the mall restaurant.
Ling Song was holding his mobile phone to buy movie tickets for the afternoon, and was about to ask Wen Yuanchu what he wanted to see, when the screen of the mobile phone on Wen Yuanchu's table lit up for a moment, the head teacher Ma Guosheng sent him a message, asking him to go back to school in the afternoon, Have a meeting.
Ling Song asked: "What kind of meeting is it? Why do you want to go and I don't want to go?"
Wen Yuanchu simply explained: "Every year before the start of the third year of high school, the school will hold a small mobilization meeting for the top 30 students in their grade."
No wonder then.
These people are the hope of the school, and the school should pay attention to them.
Ling Song was a little unhappy, why did he choose Wen Yuanchu's birthday, what a coincidence.
But it's about study, so he can only give in: "Then go, two o'clock, right? I'll go with you after dinner. This mobilization meeting won't last long, right? Maybe it'll be over soon, after it's over It’s the same with watching movies.”
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "It won't be too long, it should be an hour at most."
Go to school by car after dinner, the time will be better.
On the way, Ling Song rarely asked Wen Yuanchu seriously what he planned to study in college.
Wen Yuanchu replied: "Study physics."
Ling Song let out an "ah", never expecting to get such an answer.
"Why, isn't it boring?"
Wen Yuanchu: "Have you read "A Brief History of Time"? I saw it in your bookcase. I think that book is interesting."
Of course I’ve read it. He read it the day he came home. At that time, he couldn’t understand a single word. After studying physics, he read it again when he was bored. Although he still didn’t understand it, he probably understood it. It’s talking about time and space and other profound things.
"... What's the point of learning this?"
"Why is it boring?" Wen Yuanchu said lightly, "The reincarnation that the ancients talked about is actually a possibility of time and space transformation, and it may not be true."
Ling Song's heart skipped a beat.
If it wasn't for Wen Yuanchu's normal expression, he would have thought this man was implying something.
Didn't he himself come here four hundred years ago
Wen Yuanchu continued: "Taoism and Buddhism, in a sense, have something in common with modern science."
Ling Song swallowed: "Then Wen Yuanchu, do you believe in reincarnation?"
After a while of silence, he heard Wen Yuanchu say: "There are things that I would rather believe."
Ling Song was flustered, Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and rubbed the hair on the back of his head: "I said it casually, don't think too much."
"Then you really want to study physics?"
"talk later."
Ling Song thinks about it, one of them will study physics, the other will study archaeology, the other will explore ancient secrets, and the other will explore the future world.
... pretty good
Fine.
Arrive at school before two o'clock.
The meeting place was in a separate building in the school grove, Ling Song didn't follow in, and told Wen Yuanchu to wait for him outside.
He walked to the lake behind the grove, where there were sun loungers where he could lie down and sleep.
Although the weather is hot, but lying in the shade of the trees, there is a breeze blowing from time to time, which is barely acceptable.
Ling Song soon fell into a drowsiness, and when he was half asleep, he saw someone standing by the lake in front of him in a daze.
A student wearing a junior high school uniform.
At first Ling Song didn't pay attention.
The students who were promoted from the second year to the third year of junior high school and the new senior senior students had staggered the make-up class time. The third-year students had a make-up class in July, and there was no holiday at the moment. They presumably were students in the graduating class of junior high school, so they appeared in the school at this time.
But at this point, shouldn't you be in class
Ling Song raised his hand and squinted his eyes to look at his watch. It's 2:20, so it's time for class, right
Maybe he skipped class
Ling Song shook his head, the current child is really a headache.
He closed his eyes, turned over, and prepared to sleep.
Suddenly there was a "dong" sound from behind.
Ling Song frowned, and looked back, the junior high school student who was standing by the lake just now was gone.
Oh, and in the water, struggling up and down...!
Ling Song suddenly got up, and now he woke up from his doze.
Jumped into the lake? !
He hurried over, but the student was still bobbing in the water.
Ling Song glanced around quickly, but saw no other figures.
"Is there anyone?! Someone fell into the water here! Is anyone here to save someone?!"
He yelled a few words, but the only answer was the wind.
The students in the lake seemed to have no strength left to struggle, Ling Song was a little panicked, although he had learned how to swim and he was a good swimmer, but he knew exactly how much weight he had, and he didn't dare to rush into the water to save people.
But it's not an option to stand by and see death.
Finally, Ling Song squatted down, carefully supported a stone pier on the bank with one hand, and held a branch he had just broken with the other hand, stretched it out, and shouted anxiously at the students in the lake: "You grab the branch!" , I'll drag you up, hurry up!"
The survival instinct of the student who fell into the water prevailed, and in a panic, he finally grabbed the branch that Ling Song handed over.
As if the straw for life-saving was pulled, the struggling people in the lake pulled hard.
Ling Song stepped on the slippery muddy ground on the shore, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was dragged into the water unexpectedly.
Suddenly fell into the water, the turbid lake water poured in from all directions, and all the methods of exhaling and breathing were ineffective.
Ling Song choked on the water, and the acrid sensation spread from his mouth and nose to the depths of his throat, and his internal organs seemed to be burning.
He struggled instinctively, but he couldn't break away from the junior high school student who used him as a lifebuoy and dragged him desperately, and was dragged down continuously.
The feeling of choking on water and suffocation is no stranger to him, this is his second experience.
In a daze, those fragments of memories kept pouring into his mind.
Before losing consciousness, Ling Song thought in a trance, was the former him really him
In his last consciousness, he seemed to hear Wen Yuanchu's rapid breathing and heartbeat.
A pair of hands hugged him.
It was Wen Yuanchu.