He stayed in the hospital for another three days, and there was nothing serious about it. Ling Song was rushed out of the hospital by his family.
After all, I am in the third year of high school, and it would be troublesome to delay my study for one more day.
The first day he and Wen Yuanchu returned to school together coincided with the collective mobilization meeting of the entire third grade.
The principal and dean took turns to give speeches on stage, impassionedly motivating everyone to seize the time in the last year and strive to improve their grades to a higher level.
Ling Song felt drowsy after hearing this, and asked Wen Yuanchu in a low voice, "Last time I asked you to have a separate meeting with the top-ranked ones, what did you say?"
"There are cash rewards for admission to the two best universities."
Oh, so realistic.
Ling Song pouted.
He also wants to take the exam. A few days ago, Uncle Tiantang told him to take the P major if he wanted to learn archeology, but with his current grades, he is still far from the P major.
Even if the memories from the past come back, it doesn't mean that his grades will improve by leaps and bounds.
It's embarrassing to say, he used to be at the level of more than 300 grades.
Ling Song was disappointed to find that he was not a genius.
Being able to complete all the courses from primary school to high school in a short period of time is just a subconscious impression of the knowledge learned before.
The same person, why is there such a big gap between him and Wen Yuanchu
Then again, when he was promoted to the second grade of high school, he originally wanted to study liberal arts, and his grades in liberal arts were much better than those in science.
In the end, she entered the science class purely to chase after Wen Yuanchu, and even made a tablemate with him in a shameless manner.
Fortunately, it is indeed catching up now, and it is not too bad.
In terms of love and learning, he has at least taken care of one side, and now he can still rely on love to drive learning.
Barely passable.
While thinking wildly, the dean on the rostrum suddenly called his and Wen Yuanchu's names.
Ling Song was taken aback for a moment, and then the dean praised them generously, praising them for their noble deeds of being brave and self-sacrificing for others.
The two of them were invited to the stage, and received the certificate from the dean in full view.
Ling Song.
He had never seen the dean smiling so kindly at him.
Microphones stretched out in front of them, allowing them to speak.
Wen Yuanchu took it and said first.
Wei Guangzheng said the usual words, he didn't blush at all.
Ling Song suddenly discovered that Wen Yuanchu was quite good at pretending in front of others.
When it was his turn, Ling Song thought for a while and said: "I didn't think too much about it at the time. I went to rescue someone when I saw someone falling into the water. I was a disservice. It was mainly because of Wen Yuanchu who saved us. Wen Yuanchu was really good at it." He is very good, he can do everything, thanks to him, it is enough for everyone to learn from him.”
Everyone: "..."
What is this called, seize every occasion and opportunity to show affection
The mobilization meeting was over, and the students continued their ordinary, monotonous and boring senior year career.
In addition to the full schedule of classes every day, I also have to go to evening self-study, from 7:00 to 9:30, without breathless.
There is also a full day of make-up classes on Saturdays, and only Sundays are off every week.
There is only one day left for Wen Yuanchu and Ling Song's one-on-one make-up lessons.
Ling Song was very depressed, he didn't show up for three days, and he had to make up for the leftover test papers and exercises that would have buried him.
He lay down on the table, not wanting to move.
"Hello, Wen Yuanchu."
Ling Song turned his head to the side, and was about to complain to Wen Yuanchu, but found that the exercise book Wen Yuanchu was working on seemed to be different from other people's.
So I leaned over and took a closer look, but couldn't quite understand: "What are you doing? Why are the questions so difficult?"
Wen Yuanchu lifted the cover to show him, it turned out to be a contest question.
"Are you going to participate in the competition this year?"
"Well, mathematics and physics have both signed up, and I want to recommend it directly."
Ling Song was surprised: "Didn't you say you wanted to take the exam yourself? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him and said, "If the recommendation is confirmed, I won't have to go to class for the next six months, and I can focus on helping you improve your grades. Didn't you also say you want to take the P major?"
Ling Song opened his mouth, unable to speak.
He mentioned it casually, did this person take it seriously
With his grades, it's impossible for him to take the P major in his next life, right
Help me improve my grades, you might as well help me pass the college entrance examination...
Wen Yuanchu said lightly: "Work harder in the last year, there is still hope. The archeology department has a low score, so you can make a difference."
"... Then I have to score another hundred points."
"If you believe me and listen to me, maybe you can do it."
Ling Song was immediately happy: "Brother Yuanchu, father Yuanchu, of course I believe you, if you say yes, then yes!"
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Yes."
When Zhang Yang in the front seat heard what they said, he turned around and asked Ling Song, "Girl, are you going to take the archeology exam at P University?"
"do you have any opinion?"
"puff."
Zhang Yang suppressed a smile: "No, no, you work hard, you two join hands in P University, it's pretty good."
Ling Song waved away the flies: "I know you look down on me, just wait, Dad will definitely slap you in the face."
"cut."
Ling Song ignited his fighting spirit, stopped moaning, sat up straight, rolled up his sleeves, and opened the exercise book.
Wen Yuanchu said he could do it, and he would definitely pass the exam.
He had to surprise everyone!
At the beginning of September, Wen Yuanchu participated in the preliminary rounds of mathematics and physics competitions.
He has already passed Mathematics Competition 1 and Material Competition 2 in his second year of high school, and the school has great expectations for him. During this time, he studied the competition questions in class during the day, and participated in the school's competition remedial classes for self-study at night, and his level has improved a lot.
The day of the preliminary round was Sunday, and mathematics and physics were arranged on the same day, one morning and one afternoon.
A school located in another district.
Ling Song went there with Wen Yuanchu.
After a day of rest, he didn't sleep in. He got up before seven o'clock and went out with Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu asked him to rest at home, but Ling Song refused.
"I have to go, I am your lucky star."
Father Wen asked the driver to drive them there. Ling Song yawned and fell onto Wen Yuanchu's shoulder as soon as he got in the car.
Wen Yuanchu held his hand, and asked helplessly, "I'll go in for the exam, and it will take me a whole day, what are you going to do?"
"Find a place to sleep."
"...Isn't it good to sleep at home?"
"No, I'm afraid you miss me too much in the examination room."
Wen Yuanchu: "..."
At 8:30, I arrived at the test site and waited at the door for another ten minutes before the test room began to release people.
Ling Song helped Wen Yuanchu check the tools, admission ticket, and ID card needed for the exam, and finally said to him with a smile: "Wen Yuanchu, come on, I'll wait for you to escort me and take me to fly together."
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "Don't run around, there is a big shopping mall in the front street, you can play in it and wait for me."
"Yeah, I know."
Watching Wen Yuanchu walk into the examination room, Ling Song finally felt the feeling of an old father worrying about his son.
He didn't leave until the bell rang and the school gate was closed, and the parents who had gathered at the gate dispersed one after another.
On the way to the shopping mall, passing by an old apartment building, Ling Song looked up and suddenly remembered that the love hotel he booked for Wen Yuanchu's birthday seemed to be here
As a result, all his plans fell through, and the hotel deposit was not returned. That birthday was really unforgettable.
Thinking about it is not reconciled.
Now that they are in their third year of high school, they don't have time for romance,... His virginity is still unknown.
There was nothing to do in the shopping mall, there was a book bar inside, Ling Song went in, picked a book at random, found a comfortable beanbag sofa, sat down and dozed off while flipping.
Mengli fought with Wen Yuanchu for 300 rounds.
When Wen Yuanchu came over, Ling Songshu was covering his face, and he was already unconscious and unconscious.
Ling Song woke up in a jerk, and saw Wen Yuanchu who was sitting beside him looking at him, and was stunned for three seconds.
Quickly wiped the corner of his mouth: "Have you finished the exam? What time is it?"
"It's past twelve o'clock."
Ling Song looked at his watch,...he had slept for so long
"How do you know I'm here?"
Wen Yuanchu pointed to the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows facing the street. As soon as he came over from the outside, he saw Ling Song sleeping soundly here.
Well.
Ling Song was a little embarrassed, he slept so indecently, didn't everyone passing by saw it
Wen Yuanchu pulled him up from the sofa: "Go and eat."
He randomly picked a restaurant in the shopping mall and went in to sit down. Wen Yuanchu ordered food, and Ling Song couldn't help asking him how he did in the morning physics test and whether he could get a ranking.
Wen Yuanchu took a sip of water and said, "There should be no problem, it's quite easy."
Ling Song liked his confident tone when he said this: "If you can get the ranking ahead of the provincial first, then you have to participate in the provincial team training this time, right? You can go and leave me alone."
"... You study hard by yourself, don't relax."
"Don't worry."
But Wen Yuanchu was 10,000 worried about him.
But seeing Ling Song so happy, he didn't bother to talk about it.
After eating, there was still a while before the exam in the afternoon, so they went back to the book bar, Ling Song played with his mobile phone, and Wen Yuanchu sat aside and flipped through books.
There was a message from Wen Yan in WeChat, Ling Song clicked on it.
Wen Yan: Did you go out with Yuanchu on weekends
Ling Song: No, he participated in the competition today. I will accompany him and wait for him outside the test center.
Wen Yan: You are not bored, by the way, I found something interesting.
Ling Song:? ?
A photo was thrown over there, and it turned out to be the family tree of the Wen family.
This Ling Song heard from Wen Yuanchu that his family is one of the few who still have a family tree, and it can even be traced back to the ancestors hundreds of years ago.
Wen Yan: Recently, the family tree was being edited at home, and I checked out all the previous ones by the way. Wen Che, the regent of the Yong'an Dynasty, was also my family's ancestor. He used to have a character.
Wen Yan threw another photo over.
On the yellowed family tree, Wen Che's name, dates of birth and death, and biographical records were recorded in calligraphy.
The first sentence reads, Wen Che, at the beginning of the character.
Ling Song was stunned.
Wen Yan: At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, this boy's name was originally the name of the regent, and you have the same name as Emperor Yong'an, so you two are related.
What did Tang Shu say later, Ling Song didn't look into it anymore, he stood there in a daze, his whole body was cold, like falling into an ice cave.
Wen Yuanchu raised his eyes, saw his appearance, frowned and called him, "Ling Song?"
Ling Song looked over in a daze, his throat rolled, and he couldn't ask a word when the words came to his lips.
"… What’s wrong with you?"
Wen Yuanchu looked at him suspiciously, Ling Song suddenly came back to his senses: "No, it's nothing."
He lowered his head and quickly pressed the screen of the phone to black.
"It's time, I'll take you to the examination room."
They walked back to the examination room together, Ling Song didn't say a word all the way, Wen Yuanchu noticed his strangeness, he hesitated to speak.
When he got outside the school, Ling Song lowered his head and whispered, "Here we are, go in."
Wen Yuanchu didn't move, and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Ling Song still used these three words, paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking, "Wen Yuanchu, who gave you your name?"
Wen Yuanchu's eyes froze slightly, and he said, "My dad."
"… oh."
Ling Song thought, he must be overthinking.
Isn't his brother's name the same as before? Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Suppressing the instinctive anxiety in his heart, Ling Song raised his eyes, forced a smile at Wen Yuanchu, and said again: "You go in."
"you… "
"It's okay, you go in quickly, don't dawdle."
Pushing Wen Yuanchu to the door, Ling Song took two steps back and waved at him: "Quick, quick, go in."
Wen Yuanchu walked in hesitantly, looking back at him several times.
What happened to Ling Song suddenly? Why ask his name
… Did he find something
Ling Song's heart was in a mess, although he tried to comfort himself that it was just a coincidence, but his heart was always up and down.
He went back to the book bar and continued to wait for Wen Yuanchu.
I searched all the history books in the book bar, but couldn't find any relevant information.
I checked online with my mobile phone, but I have no clue.
When did the regent add a word, why didn't he know
Why has no one ever told him
Ling Song squatted on the ground, buried his head between his knees, and tried to convince himself again.
Don't think about it, it's you, an idiot, who thinks too much and scares himself.
He closed his eyes, but what couldn't get out of his mind was Wen Che looking at him, those eyes that were always cold and heartless.
Yuanchu, Yuanchu, Wenyuanchu...
No, definitely not, Ling Song squeezed his palms tightly.
Wen Yuanchu wouldn't lie to him, if he didn't believe it, it must be just a coincidence.
affim.