Differentiate into omega in the normal world

Tsk, why is cursive so difficult to write?

During the vacation, Song Chen took out the copybook to practice after finishing his homework for the day at home. He bought the seven-day quick cursive calligraphy.

It is okay to write individual letters, but it is impossible to write them together to form a word.

The lines are stiff and the curvature is not obvious.

No matter how ugly it looks.

Song Chen sighed secretly, and took out his phone to find out what Chen Lang had secretly photographed a long time ago.

Compared with copying.

The above message pops up.

Song Ling: Brother!Something is wrong! ! !

Song Chen calmly swiped away the pop-up window and continued writing.

Song Ling: There is a new junior who confesses to Brother Lang! !

What the hell?

Song Chen was startled, put down the pen in his hand, and clicked on the picture Song Ling sent.

The location was on the school playground. Chen Lang was wearing a loose basketball uniform and one of the black wristbands on his hand. He was drinking water with his head up.

The photo was taken very clearly, even the sweat dripping from Chen Lang's temples could be clearly seen.

Song Chen's gaze stayed on him for two seconds, then moved to the so-called junior next to him.

The man was thin and white, standing beside Chen Lang with a towel and smiling, as if he was waiting for him to drink the water before handing him the towel.

Song Chen suddenly felt very worried.

Song Ling sent another message: This student is very famous. Before he started school, he posted on the post bar that he wanted to find 1. Later, he saw Lang's photo in the school grass building, and said he wanted to chase Lang.

Song Chen replied: What is 1?

Song Ling: ...

No matter how Song Chen looked at that photo, it was an eyesore.

day!

Why can't Chen Lang go to the side to order some water, and why can't he go to play some basketball in summer.

Song Chen's eyebrows were severely lowered, and a fine line was formed between his brows, obviously out of breath.

I can't describe the feeling, but it is very uncomfortable!

Chen Lang confessed to him, how could he stand so close to others.

Looking at the cursive script written on the table for an hour, Song Chen rubbed it a few times and threw it back.

Stop practicing!

During dinner time, Song Chen rushed downstairs to eat in a rage. Aunt Lin cut him a watermelon for dessert, and he sat on the sofa with his arms in his arms and watched TV while digging into it with a spoon.

I took a bite, and felt that it was not as sweet as the last time I ate at Chen Lang's house.

When he thought of Chen Lang, he became angry again, and put down the watermelon without taking a few bites.

Aunt Lin came down from upstairs with a bag of garbage, "Chenchen, I saw that you threw a few pieces of paper on the ground. They should be useless. I'll throw them into the garbage bag together."

"Wait, that paper..."

"What's wrong with the paper, is it still useful? It's full of writing, but I think it's crumpled up, so I can't write any more."

Song Chen changed the channel with the remote control, and said casually, "Then throw it away."

Lying on the sofa and turning on his phone, Song Chen involuntarily went into Song Ling's window and zoomed in on the photo.

"Ugly."

Cold evaluation.

"You're jealous! Otherwise, why would you be unhappy when you see the photo of Xiaoxiao and I standing together?"

Song Chen was taken aback suddenly, and looked up at the TV screen.

In it, the male protagonist sits with his legs crossed in front of the female protagonist, his face is full of confidence, "Admit it, you like me, no one will tolerate another girl standing next to the person you like."

The hostess covered her ears and shook her head, "No, no, you narcissist, who would like you."

The male protagonist: "If you don't like it, why did you cut out the photo and put my single photo in the book? I ignored you for the past two days, and you just gave me bad looks. I kissed you just now Resisting but chasing me and continuing, and saying that you don’t like me?”

Then there is a large section of previous memories of the hero and heroine. The heroine finally understands her own intentions, and reunite with the hero and embrace each other.

Song Chen on the sofa picked up the remote control panel and turned off the TV, mechanically dug a spoonful of watermelon and put it in his mouth.

He whispered: "Am I jealous? Am I unhappy? I... like Chen Lang."

His brows were tightly furrowed, and he was frantically trying to figure out his thoughts.

Recalling the breath of Chen Lang, it was clear and moist, and it would become especially strong and domineering when he bit it.

But these few times Chen Lang was not like this, every time he finished his task as if he had finished his task, he felt a little bit uncomfortable again.

Picking up the phone again and clicking on the photo, Song Chen stretched out his hand to cover the other person, looking at Chen Lang alone seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

Song Chen sat quietly on the sofa for about ten minutes, and suddenly understood.

After eating the watermelon and throwing it into the trash can, Song Chen grabbed the phone and ran back to the room, sat cross-legged on the bed and dialed Chen Lang's number.

"Chenchen." The other side immediately picked it up.

"Chen Lang, did you go to school to play ball this afternoon?"

"Yes, Chenchen has been paying attention to me."

Song Chen ignored the words, "Then did anything happen to you?"

Chen Lang paused, "No."

Song Chen reminded, "For example, is there someone handing you a towel."

"..." Chen Lang was puzzled, "No, I have one myself."

The corners of Song Chen's lips raised slightly, and his slender legs dangled leisurely on the edge of the bed, "Chen Lang, I'll go to you tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow, I'm going to find you."

Chen Lang was taken aback, his heart beat violently, he didn't ask why he came to see him, and replied in a deep voice, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Song Chen ran downstairs in three steps at a time, and shouted, "Aunt Lin, did you throw away that bag of garbage?"

Aunt Lin: "Not yet, just across the porch, throw it away when I leave."

Song Chen ran to the entrance to open the trash can, rummaged through the papers that he had crumpled into balls, and ran back to the room happily.

Put the paper into the drawer, flip through the cursive copybook and continue practicing.

In order to practice cursive writing, Song Chen put his homework aside. After uninterrupted copying and repeated writing, Song Chen finally completed a picture that he thought he was very satisfied with.

Excitedly sent a message to Chen Lang: I also have something to give you!

Chen Lang: Looking forward to it.

Aunt Lin called him downstairs to eat, Song Chen went downstairs and saw his mother was there, the smile on his face was slightly restrained, but Ruan Ruan smiled rarely when he saw him.

"Chenchen, are you on vacation?"

"Well, mom came back early today."

"Wouldn't it be better to come back earlier?" Ruan Ruan stroked his hair and gave him a piece of meat.

Song Chen quickly shook his head, pursed the corners of his lips and showed a happy smile, and then heard his mother say, "I finally have no plans to rest for a day tomorrow, and my mother will take you out for a walk. Aunt Lin said that you have been bored at home these few days on vacation, seriously Learn to relax while studying."

"Tomorrow?" Song Chen was stunned, but tomorrow he was going to find Chen Lang, "Where are you going?"

Ruan Ruan: "Go to the city next door, go back and forth for a day, it will be very fast, and it will not delay your study."

Song Chen hesitated: "But..."

Ruan Ruan: "What's the matter, do you have plans for tomorrow? I also made it up on the spur of the moment. Thinking about it, I haven't been with you for a long time, but my leave is tomorrow, and there will be an operation the day after tomorrow, and then you will go back to school."

Song Chen opened his mouth, unable to speak.

He finally made up his mind to find Chen Lang, and the things were ready, and he couldn't wait to see Chen Lang.

But mother wants to take him out.

"Do you want to go out with your classmates? Otherwise, tell your classmates and go out another day."

Song Chen looked at his mother, feeling a battle between heaven and man.

He wants to see Chen Lang, but he also wants to go out with his mother.

Ruan Ruan was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground, Song Chen rarely even saw her face, and finally had the chance to go out with her, Song Chen didn't want to let it go.

But Song Chen was afraid that Chen Lang would be disappointed, so he agreed to go there tomorrow.

In the end, meeting Ruan Ruan's earnest eyes, Song Chen could only say, "I'll discuss it with my classmates."

After a hasty meal, Song Chen ran back to his room and called Chen Lang, "Chen Lang, I can't look for you tomorrow."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the faint sound of breathing came. Song Chen felt his heart ache, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't lie to you, but my mother is going to take me out tomorrow. I want to go out, but..."

He paused and whispered, "I want to see you too."

It took a while to hear Chen Lang sigh, "You really want to scare me to death."

Song Chen said again, "I really want to see you, and I'm all ready to find you, who knows that my mother will also choose tomorrow."

It's not that words don't count.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you to come back." Chen Lang was very patient. He waited for a long time, not bad for a day, as long as Song Chen didn't run away.

"Then I'll go find you the morning after tomorrow." After the arrangements were made, Song Chen regained his energy.

Chen Lang laughed silently, his chest was warm and satisfied like never before.

The next day, Ruan Ruan drove Song Chen to the next city, only to find out that it was a temple when he arrived at the destination.

Song Chen was a little surprised, "What day is today?"

He remembered that none of his family believed in these things, only Aunt Lin believed in Buddhism, and she would take half a day off to go to incense on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year.

Ruan Ruan pulled him in, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "I heard from the nurses in the department that this temple is very spiritual. You're going to take the college entrance examination soon, come and pray for us to be the number one scholar in the morning."

Song Chen was really stunned, he didn't expect to hear these words from his mother.

He remembered that when he was a child, he accidentally watched a ghost movie and was scared, and ran to find his mother to sleep with a small pillow. Ruan Ruan let him in, but there was no comfort, but he was serious about popularizing natural science and the mysteries of the human body with him, so he came to the conclusion that There are no ghosts in the world.

To this day, those words are deeply rooted in Song Chen's mind. The person he admired the most since he was a child is his mother.

However, Ruan Ruan, who is atheist now, because her son said that he would come to worship in the temple, Song Chen's heart warmed up, and he followed Ruan Ruan in to burn incense and worship.

There was a wishing tree with lots of red silk hanging at the door. Ruan Ruan wanted to come here, so she hung one up for Song Chen and wrote the name on the gold list.

Ruan Ruan was in a good mood and said with a smile, "Chenchen is waiting here. I'll drive the car out. We'll have a meal before going back."

Song Chen nodded. Seeing that the person walked away, he went back to the place where the hexagram was drawn. After drawing a lot, he scratched his face in embarrassment, "I want to ask about marriage."

The master who explained the hexagram glanced at him, smiled kindly, and said slowly: "The little benefactor is a good fortune, and the two lottery signs are the best."

Song Chen's eyes lit up.

The master continued: "Duckweed had no intention of doing it, but God gave it a good fate."

Song Chen blinked, but didn't quite understand. Master said, "Stay close to the person in front of you, and you will never be parted. Today's first marriage is signed, and I will send a pair of diamond-knotted red ropes to the little benefactor. May your official career and marriage have a good harvest."

Holding the red rope and getting into the car in a daze, Song Chen pondered those two sentences over and over again.

The more you think about it, the more you blush.

Never leave forever, is that what he thought?

Looking at the constantly receding scenery outside the window, Song Chen felt extremely anxious.

He really wanted to see Chen Lang.

"Mom, when are we going to be home?"

"About eight o'clock in the evening."

Song Chen had no choice but to rest his mind, it was too late.

It was exactly eight o'clock when we got home, Song Chen put the red string together with the cursive characters he wrote, and planned to take a bath first before chatting with Chen Lang.

At this time Song Ling sent another message, a screenshot, and a half-minute voice: brother!Look at that freshman in high school, he was so arrogant, he actually said that Brother Lang talked to him and used the towel he gave him!Whoops, I'm so mad!Brother, you must protect Brother Lang!

day!

Didn't you say you brought your own towels?

Song Chen walked around the room twice with a face full of irritability, put back the clean clothes he had just taken out, ran downstairs and then went upstairs to take the things, and went out the door.

Ten minutes later, Chen Lang's cell phone rang, and Song Chen's panting voice came out, "Chen Lang, are you asleep?"

Chen Lang closed the book confiscated from Bai Xiaoting, and said, "You haven't slept yet, you're home, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Song Chen took a deep breath, bent the corner of his mouth, and said loudly, "Come out and open the door for me!"