At the beginning of January, the training team officially closed camp.
After six rounds of examination and selection, Wen Yuanchu entered the final list of the five-member national team without any suspense. He will continue to return to P University for training in the next semester and participate in international competitions during the summer vacation.
On the second day after the camp ended, they went back to Haicheng, and the final exam was approaching.
Ling Song didn't take part in the previous two monthly exams, but he did all the monthly exam papers sent by Zhang Yang, estimated his own scores, and then calculated the approximate grade ranking. He has indeed been improving. According to the agreement with his brother, this He has to be in the top 100 in the next final exam. As long as he doesn't perform abnormally in the exam room, he should be fine.
During the two-day exam, Wen Yuanchu sent him to pick him up.
When Ling Song was taking the exam, Wen Yuanchu was waiting for him at the bookstore outside the school, reading books. Other students would be surprised when they first saw him, but later on they were no longer surprised.
Even the school teachers acquiesced to things, and others just watched it for fun.
Two days later, the results of each subject came out one after another.
Ling Song's total score is 645, and his grade ranks 68. Although this result is not enough for a P major, he is already able to enter a key university.
After receiving the report card, Ling Song was so happy that he jumped around three times.
In this way, he can go to Beijing for training with Wen Yuanchu next semester, without having to suffer from the separation of the two places.
Now even Ling Jie had nothing to say, Ling Song's progress was obvious to all, even if he went to school, he might not be able to do so well in the exam.
At least for Ling Song, the puppy love with Wen Yuanchu really made him self-motivated and motivated to learn.
In the next month, Wen Yuanchu continued to make up lessons for Ling Song every day, urging him to brush up his questions, and to strengthen and improve his weak subjects, and this was still the case during the Chinese New Year.
Ling Song sometimes complained, but often he couldn't say a few words. Wen Yuanchu hugged him and kissed him, and he would be able to revive on the spot with full blood.
On New Year's Eve, Wen Yuanchu's parents came to Ling's house, and the two families had a New Year's Eve dinner together.
At the dinner table, Ling Song received a big red envelope from Wen Yuanchu's mother, saying it was for him to celebrate the new year and birthday.
Holding the stack of heavy red envelopes, Ling Song was very embarrassed.
Together with Wen Yuanchu, he toasted the parents on both sides with drinks instead of wine.
They didn't say it explicitly, but the elders tacitly agreed to their affairs. Today, the two families have this New Year's Eve dinner together, which is more like a formal ceremony.
After dinner, Ling Song dragged Wen Yuanchu back to the room to count the money.
Both of them took four or five red envelopes, and the two old ghosts were ashamed to take advantage of it.
After Ling Song finished counting the money, he reached out to ask Wen Yuanchu: "Where is Yuanchu's father's new year's money?"
Wen Yuanchu transferred four thousand to him on WeChat.
Ling Song was suddenly surprised: "Why is it four thousand this year? Did Dad pick up the money at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty?"
Sure enough, it's different after sleeping? The New Year's money has doubled
Wen Yuanchu coughed lightly, and said, "The two thousand was given to Zai Zai by Yuan Chu's father."
"Then there are two thousand?"
"… think it yourself."
Ling Song giggled and leaned in front of him: "I see, the remaining two thousand is from brother Che to the little emperor, right?"
"Um."
Ling Song was overwhelmed with joy, and hung on Wen Yuanchu: "Wen Yuanchu, you are really interesting, and I said you don't understand fun, you understand better than me, I am willing to bow down."
Wen Yuanchu lifted his chin to remind him: "Take it quickly."
Ling Song accepted it contentedly, thought of something, and asked him again: "Wen Yuanchu, you said before that you sent two thousand red envelopes to others, was it me too? When did it happen?"
"One year during the Chinese New Year, I gave you two taels of silver for the New Year's Eve, but you took it yourself and refused to accept it. You don't remember." Wen Yuanchu said helplessly.
And this? Ling Song thinks about it carefully, it seems that there is...
It was the New Year's Eve of the first year of his accession to the throne. He asked Wen Che to ask for it, and Wen Che gave it to him, but he disliked that Wen Che gave him too little, and didn't give him a good face. From the second year on, he didn't do it again.
Why is this person so narrow-minded
"Why didn't you give it later?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't want to talk to him: "You are the emperor, you should give me a reward, and you still have the face to ask me for New Year's money?"
What a stingy man indeed.
Ling Song jumped on Wen Yuanchu's body and kissed him on the face forcefully: "Father Yuanchu, let's go out and play, it's so boring to stay at home during the Chinese New Year."
"Where do you want to go?"
"Let's go to the beach."
They went downstairs and greeted the elders who were playing cards in the living room. Wen Yuanchu drove Ling Song to the beach by car.
The seaside is also very lively on New Year's Eve. The weather has been fine these two days, and many people come out with their families to play.
When Wen Yuanchu was parking the car, Ling Song saw an old man selling candied haws on the side of the road in the cold wind, and pulled Wen Yuanchu's sleeve.
"Buy candied haws."
Wen Yuanchu bought all the last ten bunches of candied haws, and the old man kept thanking them.
Holding a bunch in Ling Song's hand, he smiled and took a bite, and then sent it to Wen Yuanchu's mouth for him to take a bite too.
Wen Yuanchu carried the rest, and they walked along the coastline side by side.
Ling Song had a hawthorn in his mouth, and a big lump bulged on one cheek. He asked Wen Yuanchu vaguely, "I've always wondered, I never left Shangjing in my last life, so why am I reincarnated in this southern seaside city in this life? Is it also an option?"
Wen Yuanchu stopped in his tracks, and the sparks of the night tide reflected in his eyes.
Ling Song looked at him.
After waiting for a while, Wen Yuanchu said: "You always said that you wanted to come to the south to have a look, but at that time the south was already in disarray. It’s good to have an afterlife, and we stay away from Shangjing.”
"Do you think this place is bad?"
Ling Song swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth slowly, his throat was so sore that his throat trembled, and the sea breeze gradually dazzled his eyes.
After a long time, Ling Song returned to his senses, and smiled with Wen Yuanchu: "Wen Yuanchu, how many things have I misunderstood you?"
In the past life, everything Wen Yuanchu thought was for his own good, but this person couldn’t speak, so he always misunderstood, complained, and thought about the worst. He didn’t know whether it was Wen Yuanchu or the one who was wrong. he.
Wen Yuanchu took Ling Song's hand and continued walking.
Ling Song finished eating a bunch of candied haws in his hand, leaned close to Wen Yuanchu's ear, and breathed out the sweet breath directly into his ear: "Thank you, Brother Che, it's really nice here."
Wen Yuanchu's ears were hot, and he squeezed his hand tightly.
"Wen Yuanchu, look over there, there are stars."
Ling Song suddenly shouted softly, Wen Yuanchu looked in the direction of his finger, there were a few scattered stars dotted in the sky, they were not bright, and blended with the lights in the distance.
Ling Song laughed: "It's so rare to be able to see the stars in winter. This is God's birthday gift to me."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything, just stared at it for a while.
Ling Song turned around and said to him, "I actually keep the photos you took for me last time. You said that if you had the chance again, you would watch them with me. Didn't you just coax me?"
Wen Yuanchu came back to his senses, and turned his gaze to him: "It's true, when it's summer, find a day with good weather, and I'll take you to camp in the mountains so that you can see it more clearly."
Ling Song was happy: "That's a deal, let's rent an astronomical telescope before going."
"good."
In the early morning, Wen Yuanchu rode Ling Song home in his car.
Ling Song sat in the back seat of the car, squinting his eyes to see the lights on the sea and the remaining stars in the sky in the distance.
Humming the song Fengqiuhuang intermittently in his mouth, at the end of humming, Ling Song chuckled, hugged Wen Yuanchu's waist tightly, and asked him: "Wen Yuanchu, can the method of memory reincarnation be used again? Then in our next life Can't we be together again?"
Wen Yuanchu continued to ride forward with a dull head.
Ling Song pinched him: "Why don't you talk? Don't ignore me."
"Ling Song, you can't be too greedy..."
Ling Song choked up.
"I can't even ask? Don't say that you don't want to be with me in your next life."
Wen Yuanchu touched the ground with his toes, braked suddenly, and came to a sudden stop.
Ling Song was caught off guard, and fell forward, hitting Wen Yuanchu's back, and was hugged by him when he turned around.
Ling Song clutched his sore forehead, complaining dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? Did you do it on purpose?"
Wen Yuanchu touched him twice.
Ling Song patted his hand away: "Say it straight, I know you've been talking all your life."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him and said, "If there is a next life, I want to be with you too."
"Then what did you mean by that?"
Wen Yuanchu explained seriously: "But people's good luck will always be used up. That method has long been lost, and it needs the right time and place. It may only happen once in a hundred or two hundred years. It is pure luck that we can meet. God have mercy on us."
Ling Song was a little disappointed: "I see..."
He thought he could live forever because of it.
But yes, if it was really that simple, and everyone used this method to reincarnate, the world would have been messed up long ago.
"So Ling Song, we may only have this life, so let's live it well."
Ling Song raised his hand, touched Wen Yuanchu's face, sniffed, and said, "Okay, you, don't be so pessimistic. People only have one life. We are eighteen years old now. Even if we live to be eight If you are eighteen, you can still be together for seventy years, if you are lucky, you might live to one hundred and eighteen."
Ling Song's smiling eyes were extraordinarily bright in the dark night.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him quietly for a long time, then gave a soft "hmm".
He turned around, let Ling Song sit still, slowed down and continued on.
Ling Song leaned against Wen Yuanchu's back, let out a breath, and asked in a low voice: "Wen Yuanchu, you will be a handsome old man when you get old, right?"
"I try my best."
"You have to keep exercising, don't gain weight in middle age, and don't lose your hair."
"… good."
Ling Song patted his chest: "Don't worry, I will try my best to be a handsome old man, and I won't embarrass you."
After a moment of silence, he heard Wen Yuanchu say in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter."
"What doesn't matter?"
"Even if you lose weight in middle age and can't be a handsome old man, I still love you."
Ling Song was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again in an instant.
"Don't, don't curse me. I don't want to be middle-aged and bald. When I go to the square dance at the age of seventy, I will be the most handsome and the most prominent among them."
"No, you can't dance in the square at the age of seventy, you can't dance, you can only do Tai Chi."
"You are so annoying, anyway, we both want to be the most handsome old man in the future."
"Well, we supervise each other."
It was just past zero when we got home, and Wen Yuanchu took Ling Song back to his home.
His parents had already fallen asleep, and they went back to the room with light steps. Wen Yuanchu went to bring up the cake he bought in the morning, and lit a candle.
"Ling Song, happy birthday."
Ling Song looked at him and smiled: "Father Yuanchu, how old do you think I am on my birthday?"
Wen Yuanchu thought for a while, and said: "Eighteen years old, the previous life is not counted, and the future will only be counted in this life."
"Okay, then you're taking advantage."
Wen Yuanchu motioned to him: "Make a wish."
Ling Song clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
His wish is still the same as a year ago, and it will be the same in the future. He wants to live safely with Wen Yuanchu until ninety-nine.
After making his wish, Ling Song opened his eyes and looked at Wen Yuanchu: "Wen Yuanchu, please blow out the candles with me."
Wen Yuanchu looked back at him: "OK."
His eyes are deep, quiet and peaceful, just like Ling Song's appearance when he first saw him in the sudden skylight.
The silent throbbing, in fact, had already planted the seeds at that time.
There will eventually be a moment when it breaks through the ground and flourishes.
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