Tentative

When Qu Yihao came back, none of the unusual dishes on the table were served.The light in the living room was not turned on either, and it was only illuminated by the overhead light in the entrance.Neither her son nor her daughter was there, Lin Xiuyan was sitting on the sofa with her elbows on her knees, her hands covering her face, looking extremely vulnerable.

He put the heavy key chain on the cabinet, walked to her side and said, "What's wrong..."

It was only after he walked in that he heard Lin Xiuyan's suppressed cry.Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she had been hit by a huge blow.The man reached out to put his hands on her shoulders to comfort her, but he didn't remember that his hands were ridiculously dirty, so he stopped in mid-air, without further movements.

The factory announced layoffs, and Qu Yihao had to find a new job quickly.But his technology is only needed by this factory in this city.Once they are all abandoned like shoes, Qu Yihao will become a useless person who knows nothing.

After the age of forty, go out to find a job that can support a family of four. Apart from selling labor, you can't find anything better.He was stirring cement on the construction site in the cold winter months, feeling bored and grateful.

He asked again: "What happened..."

Lin Xiuyan finally raised her head, shed tears and said, "It's nothing... I just think our family is so unlucky..."

Qu Yihao took it for granted that this was talking about layoffs, so he could only scribble comforting words: "Then what can we do, it's not our family, dozens of people have been laid off... Forget it, there is a job now, slow down Take your time."

"Hmm..." Lin Xiuyan choked up, "I'm going to cook..."

"It's fine if you don't want to do it, I'll make you some noodles? Where are Qu Zhe and Xiaoyu?"

"Qu Zhe is reading in the room..." she said, taking a deep breath to soothe her emotions, "Xiaoyu is sick and fell asleep."

"Oh, then you wait, I'll cook the noodles." Qu Yihao sighed, "Just rest and rest...it will get better in the future."

In fact, no one knows whether it will get better in the future, but often it can only be said to comfort others and comfort myself.If you really know that you won't get better in the future, then it seems that there is no need to eat this meal now.

From that day on, Qu Xiaoyu never spoke to Qu Zhe again.

It's different from yelling at him and bossing him around in the past... She's just extremely indifferent.She avoided any time when she needed to talk to Qu Zhe, and she even talked less and less to other people in the family. Most of the time at home was hiding in the room, not knowing what she was doing.

Also strangely, there was Lin Xiuyan, who began to rummage through her daughter's schoolbag and clothes pockets.Qu Xiaoyu knew, but didn't respond.

On the second day of New Year's Day, Qu Zhe brought Shen Yizhuo breakfast as agreed before, but he didn't dare to stay overnight at his house.Shen Yizhuo said nothing, expressing his acquiescence.

They read books, chatted a few words, ate out, and watched a new movie that Shen Yizhuo downloaded, just like the previous weekends.That small MP4 seems to carry the most intimate relationship between them, and only when looking at the palm-sized image, Qu Zhe will feel that he and Shen Yizhuo are equal.

The exams are scheduled on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. The first and second grades are separated, and the first two days are in the first two days.

On Wednesday morning, Qu Zhe still bought breakfast and waited at the traffic lights—he would now "send" Shen Yizhuo home, and ask Shen Yizhuo in advance what he would like to eat tomorrow.This kind of improvement gives Qu Zhe a sense of reality more than when they slept on the same bed and kissed each other.

"Morning." Shen Yizhuo saw Qu Zhe's figure from a long distance away, but he didn't quicken his pace because of this, and still kept his usual pace, walking in front of Qu Zhe unhurriedly.

"Good morning..." Qu Zhe nodded and handed over the breakfast.

The other party took it naturally, opened the plastic bag and began to eat the still warm buns.

The two walked towards the school at the same pace, and Shen Yizhuo asked casually, "Have you finished reading "Leaves of Grass"?"

"not yet……"

"Oh... By the way, if you can't see clearly during the exam, press the ballpoint pen."

"it is good."

"Don't copy them all."

"know."

"Just copy the reading questions for the English composition, just copy a few sentences." Shen Yizhuo looked at him sideways and said, "You can always write a Chinese composition."

"meeting……"

"That's fine."

In the classroom, preparations should have been made the afternoon before—it was said to be setting up the examination room, but in fact, the distance between the front and the back was opened a little, and nothing else was done.As a result, the trash can behind Qu Zhe was forced to be placed on the edge of the podium, while he sat against the wall.

Shen Yizhuo was very serious when writing the test paper, and at the same time he didn't forget to show Qu Zhe the finished part of the blockbuster.He glanced at the drowsy teacher from time to time, carefully copying the answers.Shen Yizhuo's handwriting is very neat, even though the distance is a little, he can still see it clearly.

Even without Shen Yizhuo's reminder, Qu Zhe would not copy them all.His grades have always been so poor, if the answer is almost the same as that of Shen Yizhuo, the teacher will immediately guess that he copied it without even being caught.

In the two-day exam, except for the essay written by Qu Zhe himself, the rest was completed with the "help" of Shen Yizhuo without any trouble.

Perhaps because I have been reading the Western literature collected by Shen Yizhuo recently, Qu Zhe wrote the composition very smoothly this time.Unlike in the past, when he wrote a few sentences that were not smooth, this time he wrote eloquently. When he came to his senses, the space was enough, so he ended it hastily.

"Do you want to come over tomorrow?" After they finished the exam, they naturally had a rest on Friday, Shen Yizhuo asked in a low voice while packing up his things.

"Well, okay, what do you want to eat?" Qu Zhe asked naturally.

"Let's eat noodles." Shen Yizhuo said, looking around, everyone walked out actively, finally finished the final exam, of course, they wanted to leave school quickly and enter the state of vacation.He made small movements, took out a big bill from his wallet, and handed it back to Qu Zhe's desk without looking back, "Breakfast money."

Qu Zhe didn't respond, and accepted it after hesitating for two seconds.

"Let's go play."

"Billiards?"

"Ah."

"it is good."

Qu Zhe was familiar with the group of Brother Sheng, but no one had ever asked him his name. When talking, they only used pronouns such as "you" and "that".When they carried him behind their backs and thought he couldn't hear, they usually called Qu Zhe "Boss Shen's little follower".

He heard it more than once.

But he didn't have any dislike for this title.Rather than being disgusted, it would be better to say that he was able to be with Shen Yizhuo, which would only make him feel genuinely happy.

And Shen Yizhuo did not refute, and showed shocking patience with Qu Zhe in the billiard room.After everyone is tired from playing, he will silently take a shot against Qu Zhe.He will patiently guide Qu Zhe which ball to play next, patiently show him some skills, and tell him how to calculate the angle.

Most of the time, Qu Zhe would nod his head, bewilderedly signal that he understood, and then make a failed attempt.

But like the first time, the opportunity to hold his hand, cling to him, and lead him to fight, never appeared again.

Duo Quzhe got up at seven o'clock the next morning, tossed and turned on the bed, waited until his parents went to work and the other went grocery shopping, then he quickly left the room to wash, bought breakfast and went to Shen Yizhuo's house.He was so familiar with this road that he remembered how many steps he needed to walk, and he remembered every scene where they stopped to talk very clearly.It seems that he can only show extraordinary memory when it comes to things about Shen Yizhuo - he can't even remember any chemical formulas, but he remembers every annotation in the poetry collection Shen Yizhuo handed him.

When they walked downstairs to Shen Yizhuo's house, Aunt Wang on the first floor came from another direction with a full vegetable basket.Qu Zhe only met her that time, when the backlight could not see her face clearly, he naturally didn't remember who this person was, but the other party seemed to remember him.

"Looking for Xiao Shen again..."

"Ah, ah... yes." Qu Zhe nodded dully.

Aunt Wang smiled, but intentionally or unintentionally said, "You guys have such a good relationship, I've never seen anyone brought by Xiao Shen to play at home", then she took the lead into the corridor and opened the door of her house.

Only then did he remember who this was, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he quickened his pace and walked up the stairs.

He held the dough in one hand, took out the key in his pocket with the other, inserted it gently into the lock and turned it, the door opened in response to the sound, and the room was quiet, filled with a faint smell of smoke.It seems that Shen Yizhuo smoked in the living room yesterday, he thought so, put on his slippers lightly, and put the dough on the coffee table.

Shen Yizhuo didn't smoke very often. When he stayed together all day on weekends, he secretly counted. At most, he smoked seven cigarettes at a time, and sometimes he smoked only two or three.After being "forced" to smoke that time, Qu Zhe never tried it again.When he was buying wine that night, the pack of cigarettes he bought without authorization was kept in his drawer, unopened.

He now knows that the brand name is "SevenStar", which is called Qixing in Chinese.These two words are the few English words he can remember.But when Shen Yizhuo asked him to buy cigarettes, he never said what to buy, as if he tacitly agreed that Qu Zhe would know what to buy.

Extending a little further, Qu Zhe also knows what to do when.

He gently opened the bedroom door, and the sunlight outside was dyed light blue by the curtains, shining on the bed.

"Shen Yizhuo..." Qu Zhe walked to the edge of the bed and called softly, "Get up."

The opponent's eyelids moved a little, then turned over with great effort, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.It took a long time for Shen Yizhuo's eyes to open a crack, and his voice was hoarse when he just woke up in the morning: "What time is it...?"

Qu Zhe glanced at his watch: "08:30."

"... sleep a little longer." Shen Yizhuo said vaguely, closed his eyes and grabbed Qu Zhe's hand, and pulled him to the bed, "Sleep with me for a while."

Shen Yizhuo, who has not yet woken up, is more charming than usual.Qu Zhe took off his coat half-push and half-push, Shen Yizhuo still closed his eyes, lifted the quilt, and moved in by himself.

He was shirtless, just boxer briefs.

Qu Zhe controlled himself not to look, obediently got into the quilt, and said softly: "The dough is going to be mushy..."

"Sleep for a while..."

Shen Yizhuo was like an insecure child. After Qu Zhe went to bed, he naturally put his arms around his waist, buried his face in his neck, and breathed slowly and steadily.

Qu Zhe didn't dare to vent his anger, and let him hug him.