long love story

long love story

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——Love that gentle and refined person deeply

If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will lovesickness and you will hurt lovesickness

An Qing, I promise you that you will be safe and stable for the rest of your life.

(An Qing prefers quietness to Danqing)

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Looking back five hundred times in the previous life, in exchange for passing by in this life; I met you among thousands of people, inadvertently, just right, if you don't come, I won't leave, I will give you all my tenderness.

Since last night, I have spent nearly 24 hours without sleep, eating or drinking, searching for a whole day, shuttling through the streets and alleys, my heart is as dark and empty as a bottomless pit.I don't know what I have become, but I know that if I still can't find that person, I will definitely go completely crazy.At this moment, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the night is about to come again, and it continues to rain heavily arrogantly and maliciously, as if a big hole has been punctured in the sky, and the rain hits me very upset .I called his phone again with no chance of chance, and the female voice on the phone said: "Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off..." It completely broke me...

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Search keywords: Protagonists: Zhou Pingsi, He Anqing┃Supporting roles: Shangshu, Guwen, Jin Dynasty, etc.┃Others: No Triangle, ordinary daily life of little people

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Looking back five hundred times in the previous life, in exchange for passing by in this life; I met you among thousands of people, inadvertently, just right, if you don't come, I won't leave, I will give you all my tenderness.

Since last night, I have spent nearly 24 hours without sleep, eating or drinking, searching for a whole day, shuttling through the streets and alleys, my heart is as dark and empty as a bottomless pit.I don't know what I have become, but I know that if I still can't find that person, I will definitely go completely crazy.At this moment, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the night is about to come again, and it continues to rain heavily arrogantly and maliciously, as if a big hole has been punctured in the sky, and the rain hits me very upset .I called his phone again with no chance of chance, and the female voice on the phone said: "Hello, the phone you dialed has been turned off..." It completely broke me...

01.

On a sunny afternoon, the sun’s rays still shone hotly on the earth. The beams passed through the dense sycamore leaves and hit the ground sporadically. I stood at the root of the old red brick wall and looked at my white mesh shoes. Dirt was everywhere, and I wiped the sand with my feet, but I was hesitant to enter the iron gate that turned right.

I know what I can't see, the hissing noise made my ears explode, and the bright sunlight reflected on the glass windows of the building opposite made me dizzy for a while.

The math test paper in my hand was pinched into a ball by me a long time ago. Seeing "37" written in red ink was really shocking. Thinking of what the teacher said about taking home the papers handed out today and asking parents to sign them, it made people feel uneasy. The dean's "hating iron can't make steel" can make me lose seven or eight points of my soul if I slap me to death.

"Seeing that you've been here for a long time, why don't you go home?"

The sudden appearance of a human voice finally made me raise my head.I squinted and looked at the person in front of me who was much taller than me, with black, dense and soft hair, quiet and fair features, beige short sleeves, jeans, canvas shoes, and holding two or three books in my hand. Chinese textbooks that I still can't understand.

This is when we met, he was 20 years old and I was 10 years old...

"What's none of your business?" I was in a terrible mood, how could I care about this person in front of me who made me sacrifice my life for him with all my tenderness.

He bent down, stretched out his hand and patted my little head, and said, "The tone is quite aggressive!"

I happened to have nowhere to vent my irritability along with his slapping, and I looked at him sideways and said, "Why did you hit me? I don't know if it's fashionable these days, but can the hair cut off the blood and the hair can't be messed up?"

Pfft...he laughed, that was the first time I saw him laugh, and since then I will not hesitate to follow him to heaven and earth, of course, these are all things for later.

"You are a little hairy boy, the red scarf is still not neatly tied, but you still care about your hair." He rubbed my little head with his hands more presumptuously.

I clapped his hand and turned away from him, "You want to take care of it?"

He was standing next to me not knowing what he was doing, and I was thinking about going back to the courtyard, how to confess the business affairs, and I was not in the mood to care about the person next to me.I didn't speak, and he didn't speak again. The atmosphere fell silent, but he didn't feel embarrassed.

The sky is getting darker, the sun is more westward.

"37 points?"

I looked up at him, but didn't see the contempt in his eyes.I put down my schoolbag and threw it by my feet, and sat down regardless of whether the floor was clean or dirty.Replied: "Mathematics is the natural enemy."

He bent down and took the paper from my hand, unfolded it for a while and said, "It doesn't matter if you fail in the exam. Since you are young, you have only studied for a few years. As long as you work hard and lay a good foundation, everything is still in time." Then he squatted down, "Fourth grade, how old are you this year? You are so small in size."

I belong to the kind of people who are born with malnutrition. I lived in an orphanage since I was a child. I only want to eat three meals a day. How can there be additional nutritional benefits? After all, there are still very few donations from the society, and I always rely on the state. Funds, the dean can only ensure that we can meet the food and clothing line all day long, so the bones of the body look much thinner than those of the same age.

"I'm going to be 10 years old this summer. I'm short because I was born with it." I replied.

"It's still early for school." The person next to him said, "Hurry up and go home, it's almost night. Otherwise, your parents will worry." He got up and pulled me up, then picked up my schoolbag and patted the dust on it , help me carry it on my back.Returned the test paper to me, reached out and patted my little head again, and said, "Stupid birds fly first..."

Before he finished speaking, I replied angrily: "You are the stupid bird."

He was not angry either, and continued to smile at me: "Go home."

When he turned around and was about to leave, I took his hand in a mysterious way and asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

He looked puzzled.

"Help...help me...help me sign, the teacher said that today's paper needs to be signed by the parents." My cheeks were burning, and my voice became smaller and smaller, "If the dean sees my paper, will she still Don't open my ass."

Find someone to sign for the parents, hold the parent-teacher meeting for the parents, poke the clothes of the girls at the front table with a pen, pull their ponytails, and alter the grades on the report card. It's like this kind of thing that is specially taught by parents and teachers. , Many naughty elementary school students have done it.

"He Anqing, take this workbook back and check the calculation carefully," he stood in the afterglow of the setting sun and handed me a primary school student's workbook.

"How do you know my name?"

"Isn't this 37-point paper yours?"

I immediately blushed with shame, lowered my head and stopped looking at him, took the homework book he handed over, flipped through a few pages, and said with surprise and admiration in my eyes: "You have done all the questions on the paper." You are amazing!" Then he said: "You can, but I still can't, what should I do?"

The person in front of me was not offended by me, he seemed to be very good-tempered and self-cultivated, so I grabbed his hand and said coquettishly: "Brother, what, tomorrow is Sunday, you give me a hand from beginning to end." Please explain this paper again."

Although I am still young, I know how to look at faces a little bit. The big boy in front of me is kind and kind. Although his appearance is not outstanding, he looks like the kind of person who is not very good at rejecting people.Yesterday afternoon, I begged him to sign the paper, and when he agreed, he took the paper back and told me to wait for him at the bottom of the wall today.

"Go to the library tomorrow, and I will explain the analysis to you."

There are more people in the library on Sunday than on school days. We sat in a corner far away from other people. This is the seat he chose. He said that he was worried about disturbing others when he explained to me.

Today he wears glasses, through which I see his warm eyes fascinated.He asked me to read the test questions carefully before explaining them to me patiently.Due to my poor math background, I took him for a noon and then an afternoon as a matter of course.I told him that he explained it more carefully than our math teacher.He said that a teacher must keep up with the teaching progress, and there are thirty or forty children in a class, how can they cover everything.

After coming out of the library, we walked for more than ten minutes to the snack alley on Qianjing West Road and had lunch.He didn't talk much along the way, which I think might be due to the age gap.His appetite is not large, I think he may be starving his body, and it is also fashionable to lose weight at this time.But I still ate breakfast in the orphanage in the morning. By now I was dizzy from hunger. I didn’t care about Sanqi 21. I picked up the vegetables and put them in the bowl, and then pulled them up.

"Little devil, eat slowly, no one will grab you." He brought me food.

I just buried my head in eating and didn't have time to return to him.After I was full and put the bowl and chopsticks on, I rubbed my bulging belly with my hands, and sighed: "It's nice to have meat." After I finished speaking, I felt like I missed something. Stealthy glances at the person opposite.I saw him looking at other places with a smile on his lips, and I was fascinated again shamelessly.

"Go back by bus?" He asked me after coming out of the restaurant.

My head shook like a rattle.He asked again: "Why?" I didn't know how to answer, and I couldn't tell him about the lack of money in my pocket.I can't do it if I rub him for a meal, and then rub him back to the bus.

When we got to the bus stop, he didn't ask me any more, and he didn't stop. He continued walking with me, just like when we came to eat, and we didn't talk much.The west slanting sun was red, and the afterglow shone on him, pulling his shadow to the ground and growing under my feet. I walked to the side, not wanting to step on his shadow. I was afraid of stepping on it with an immature mind. He hurts.

At the fork in the orphanage, I told him, "I'm here."

He looked at the red brick building in front of him, and then nodded to me. He didn't ask me anything, and he didn't say anything unnecessary.

"That... thank you," I said in a low voice like a mosquito, and immediately turned around and left.

"He Anqing" he called me from behind.

I stopped walking, thinking that you would still be curious and ask something, I felt disgusted in my heart, turned around to look at him, but my mental activity did not show on the surface, and asked him: "What's wrong?"

He said: "I didn't expect you to memorize the nine-nine multiplication table."

"This……"

"It seems that mathematics is not your natural enemy. It's because you haven't worked hard enough, and no one has taught you well. If no one guides you correctly, no matter how smart you are, it's useless."

"The dean is very busy." I bowed my head and replied with a pun.After speaking, I raised my head and looked at him, and said confidently: "You are so good, then you can give me counseling." This time I didn't ask or ask, I just took it for granted.

He laughed again.

I don't know if the society at that time was not as complicated as it is now, or because I was too young and careless, or because I really wanted to get close to him.In short, I twisted him and refused to let him go. At this time, I just wanted to grab him to help me with my homework. Although I had little concept or idea about entering key high schools or going to college, I also wanted to be among the best.I don't want to count down every exam, and I don't want to bite the pen in pain on the final exam a few weeks later.Later, when I gradually grew up, knew about human affairs, and understood feelings, my thoughts towards him were no longer as pure as when I was a child, and I learned to love him secretly in my heart, being careful not to let him find out, and no longer relying on him, just want to keep Accompany him to protect him, and hold his hand tightly to live this life.

Since that day, we have been in the library every Saturday and Sunday.

Every time he sits in a remote corner he chooses, where the sun can’t reach his figure, he will drink some water first, then quickly do calculations on the draft pad, then move a little closer to me, and then turn over a section of the book Explain it to me in a big chapter, and teach me some tips for calculating the questions by the way.Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him occasionally pushing the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and fanning himself with other workbooks to cool off the heat.If he talked for too long and was exhausted, he would stop and lean back in the chair, close his eyes and rest.He asked me to find out the second and third grade math books. I was reluctant, but he said that we had to start from the beginning to lay the foundation.

Weeks flew by, and after the last tutoring session, he left me a landline number, urging me to contact him as soon as the transcript was sent.I can be taught as a child, and finally it was not in vain to waste his painstaking efforts. The final exam report card came out, and my math score was an unprecedented pass.Although I just stepped into the threshold of 60 points, the dean was so happy that he rewarded me with 5 yuan, and said that I can do a lot in the future. It is God's blessing to be opened by the dean.

At the same time, it also made the math teacher look at me with admiration and praised me fiercely in class.

On the first day of summer vacation, I bought two popsicles and two fried noodles with the 5 yuan given by the dean, walked into the reading room of the library, danced and put the report card in front of him, smiling Then tell him that this is my first pass in math.He gave him a share of the popsicles and fried noodles he bought, and said, "This is for you." He took it with a smile, put the fried noodles aside, tore off the paper wrapping of the popsicles, took a bite, raised his eyes Looking at me, he replied, "It's pretty sweet."

During the two-month summer vacation, we became the resident population of the library, still in that remote corner where the sun does not shine, my math brain cells were finally fully activated by his careful guidance.

When we are tired or bored, we chat and chat for a while, or flip through books.I am not as absorbed in reading as he is. He will read a favorite book for a long time without raising his head.But as soon as he sees me flipping through children's fairy tale books, he will immediately take them away from me, and then give me a new book, most of the time it is "Scream" by Mr. Shuren. At first, I was very dissatisfied with this and stared at him. , he didn't take it seriously and didn't speak, and continued to read the book in his hand.My child couldn't sit still, he groaned and sighed and slumped on the chair. When he couldn't bear it, he said: "Gentleman, you have to stand with the posture and sit with the posture."

Having been together day and night for two months, I got to know some of his small movements and habits more and more.Whenever he took off his glasses, raised one hand to rub his eyes, and took out a bottle of eye drops from his trouser pocket with the other hand, dripped a few drops into each of his eyes, and then put on the glasses again.This is often when he is very tired. I will get up and take his water bottle and pour some hot and cold water into it, turn it into warm water, and pass it to him, and tell him to drink some water to relieve fatigue. This habit has been maintained until now.He is not a talkative person, but I couldn't bear my curiosity, so I asked him his name, his age, what he is doing now, and other personal information-related questions.Seeing that he is so good at mathematics, I almost regard him as a god at this time.

He laughed and said that I came to check his account.

He took a pen and wrote the three characters "Zhou Pingsi" neatly on the paper, and explained: "Men Jizhou, calm and peaceful, thinking and thinking." This is his name.At that time, I laughed and teased him and said: "Your parents gave you ideas, they must want you to be a great thinker in the future!" He didn't refute or get angry, and continued to answer Mr. , where did he live in his life, his age, and so on.

This year he was 20 years old, and he left his hometown to study at N University. He said that he would be a sophomore in the next semester.

Later, when I was in high school, I learned that there was a song "Zhe Gui Ling · Spring Love", in which there is such a sentence: If you don't love love in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness.

……

02.

As the saying goes: "Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black".Throughout the summer vacation, I followed him all day long in the thick ink dye vat in the library, and I slowly transformed from a pile of mud that couldn't support the wall to a studious student.

The new semester begins, and we are all busy with our studies, but the iron rules remain unchanged. We will spend time in the library every weekend.There will be times when he can't show up as promised, but he will call me the night before to explain why.

In the mid-term exam at the beginning of November, my math score lived up to expectations and climbed to 11 points. The math teacher who was in Li Zhinian joked with me: "Finally I won't be so angry with you that I can't find a wife." I also gave advice to the class teacher I was transferred from the second-to-last row to the first row so as to supervise me to take classes seriously. The painstaking efforts of "hoping for a child to become a dragon" and "looking forward to it" were too obvious.I told him: "This time I finally sat in the front row, but the credit and glory belong to you." He did not take credit as always.

At the end of the semester, I have already finished the final exam, and mathematics has finally caught up with the pace of Chinese.I called him when he was still studying for his final exam.Later, he returned to his hometown, and we didn't see each other again throughout the winter vacation.But he would call me for a few days, ten days, and say a few words in a hurry.

He said that the town where he lives is not rich enough to have a landline in every household. People on the street where he lives have to go to the corner to make a phone call, and pay to use the public phone in the canteen.

Every time I finish talking on the phone, I feel a little lost, a little absent-minded, and a little miss him. At this time, my thoughts are not related to romantic love.

On New Year's Eve, I made dumplings with the dean and prepared the New Year's Eve dinner."I am in Cao Ying and my heart is in Han", I pricked up my ears to listen to the phone, and there would be no sound, as if I was afraid that I might miss something.After the New Year's dinner, I sat by the phone and waited. The Spring Festival Gala on the TV started, but the phone still didn't ring.Aunt Wang, who was sitting next to the dean, came over to tease me and said, "An Qing, there is no landline fee, and you, Brother Pingsi, can't get in. Why don't you use the New Year's money to pay the landline fee first?"

"Don't try to cheat my lucky money, hum." I said while covering my pockets tightly with my hands.Made them laugh.

At the end of the Spring Festival Gala, he finally called. I was so excited to pick up the phone. I was very happy, but for some reason I felt aggrieved again, so I asked him why he hadn’t called all day. I said happy new year and so on, and he smiled and apologized at the other end.In fact, I was not angry. I was not willing to be angry when I heard him say sorry again and again.I wish him a happy new year and give him New Year greetings.When he was about to hang up, he said without changing his words as before, "You have to do your winter vacation homework seriously."

The first day of school in March of the Gregorian calendar this year is three or four days after the Lunar Lantern Festival.He was in the second semester of his sophomore year, and I was in the second semester of my fifth grade.

This semester he is going to prepare for CET-[-], and his studies are much more arduous than last semester.We still hang out in the library on weekends, the difference is that he can only tutor me one day, and he has to review English and professional courses on the other day.When I saw him lift his head from a string of ghostly written English materials and take off his glasses, I habitually picked up his water bottle to pour water for him.

In June, a few days before the English grading test, my brother was no longer in the mood to review, walking around in the library, I was dizzy from his shaking.Ask him: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm a little stage frightened," he replied.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover it with soil, let nature take its course," I comforted.

"I know this reasoning, but I was nervous when I took the exam. It was like this on the eve of the middle school and college exams. I couldn't sleep all night because of the tasteless food."

Hearing what he said, I also became nervous along with him.

On the day he took the fourth grade test, I was restless all day.

The next day, Sunday, as soon as I saw him, I kept asking him, "How did you do in the exam? Was it difficult? Did those ghost symbols make things difficult for you? Are you sure you passed?"

For my series of questions, he just answered me with the word "okay".

The results came out in July, and it turns out that my brother is a good material for studying.

My brother said that he just had stage fright before the exam, but it doesn't mean that he will fail the exam.I muttered: "Actually, I know you are very powerful, but I still have trouble sleeping and eating because of you."

I don't know when it started, I stopped calling him "you" and "you", I started calling him "brother".

This winter, when my brother was in his junior year, he moved out of the school dormitory and rented a small house outside. The place where he tutored me changed from the library to his rental house.Although the temperature plummeted to sub-zero, my grades continued to slowly climb upwards.In the midwinter season of March and Nine, the nights were unbelievably cold, so I started to stay overnight with him, once, twice, three times...

He didn't go home during the winter vacation this year.

The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is the day of the New Year. According to the custom, I wake up early in the morning to help the dean sweep the dust and sacrifice the stove, and I want to send the Stove King to the Heavenly Palace with all my heart.

After everything was tidied up, the dean started busy making a New Year's Eve dinner, inviting my brother to spend the New Year's Eve together, and said that he would thank my brother anyway.I poured cold water on her and said to her: "Principal, you don't have to work too hard. With my brother's temper that never takes credit, I guess you'll have to fetch water from a bamboo basket this time!"

She crossed my eyes and hit me on the head with a pair of oily chopsticks that had just come out of the pot. "You little bastard, you haven't called Pingsi yet, you're just talking nonsense here." I raised my hand and touched my head, then shrugged, "I don't believe it, let's wait and see."

In fact, it's not that I sincerely disagree with the dean, but that I understand my brother's character.He belongs to the kind of person who boils water at 37 degrees. Although he doesn't look like he is smoking, he is very warm, unobtrusive, and doesn't talk much. He doesn't care about fame and fortune in whatever he does.

The dean hung up the phone from the living room and came back to the kitchen. I asked, "How is it?"

"An appointment at four o'clock in the afternoon."

"What did you tell him?" I looked in disbelief.

"I said I have something to ask him."

"Ah... that's fine too..." I was surprised for a long time before I came back to my senses, "Wait, what are you talking about, Dean, do you have something to ask him? What can you ask him for? You are not a weasel for chickens. Happy New Year, I don't feel at ease at all."

"Crack", this time my head was hit by a much heavier attack than the one just now.

Starting at three o'clock in the afternoon, it began to snow heavily, and the ground was covered with swirls.I looked outside through the glass window, eagerly looking forward to the arrival of that person.

At 45:[-], he came on the snow, and the snow covered him all over.I happily ran out to greet him, and took his hand, feeling so cold, I held his hand and put it on my lips, warming him all the way.

After entering the room, the dean said happily, "Pingsi, you are here."

"Hello, Dean."

As soon as he and the dean finished greeting each other, I hurriedly pulled him to sit on the sofa by the fire.He got up again and went to pour water for him. He mixed half of the hot water and half of the cold water into warm water and handed it to him, and brought another cup of hot water to the dean by the way.I saw the dean's expression when he saw my brother, as if he saw his own son.

In fact, the dean who is over fifty years old does have a son, but I have never seen it, and the dean usually doesn't mention it much.It was only when I accidentally heard several other female nurses chatting together that I learned that there was such a thing.The dean had a marriage and gave birth to a son. When the divorce was made, the son was awarded to the other party.The dean has not remarried, only knows that her son has gone to Hong Kong, and nothing else is known.

After dinner, I sat with my brother on the sofa by the fire, while the director and other nurses took care of other orphans for dinner.

"Pingsi, you only ate a little, are you full?" After the orphans had finished eating and were taken back to their rooms by the nurses, the dean smiled and walked towards us, shaking his hands Tilting my elder brother's slender arm, he said again: "For such a big man, he doesn't eat as much as an old woman who is half a hundred like me."

"I'm used to eating smaller meals more frequently."

"How about eating less? You are so thin, you need to supplement more nutrition."

My brother nodded with a smile, and said, "Thank you for your concern." After a pause, he continued, "Dean, you just said on the phone that you have something to tell me. I don't know what it is?"

"Uh... this..." The dean hesitated to speak, and took a drink from the water glass to cover up his unnaturalness of speaking somehow.

I asked curiously from the side: "Dean, what's the matter?"

"Dean, if there is anything I can help, you might as well just tell me." My brother was also a little anxious.

After a long time, the dean continued: "Then I'll open the skylight and speak honestly, Ping Si, I want An Qing to move in and live with you, I wonder if you want to?"

My brother and I were stunned.

"Here...you saw it just now. There are not many normal children here. One is An Qing, another is in the first year of senior high school, and the other two are in junior high school. They usually live in school and don't come back. The other children are not deaf-mute Some are handicapped and lame, and some are suffering from various diseases." The dean looked at me and said compassionately. "The children who grow up here, even if their bodies and minds are naturally normal, few of them are mentally healthy. An Qing is an example. An Qing has always been the one with the strongest self-esteem, and her personality is also very weird. Before you, his academic performance was very bad, he often caused troubles at school, and was called by the teacher to invite his parents. In fact, I also know that he did not take the initiative to make troubles, but with such a special life experience, there are always classmates who will pick it up Let me make irresponsible remarks." The dean paused, sighed and continued: "I know this request is too presumptuous, and I don't know whether you will continue to stay in this city after graduating from university? Go home or go somewhere else? But I think you still have more than a year to graduate, and if you want, An Qing can live with you for more than a year. When you graduate, you really want to leave Here, at that time An Qing will also be in junior high school, and he can go to live on campus, so he won't have to grow up in such an environment." The dean glanced at me, then turned to look at my brother: " As for An Qing's living expenses, they will all be borne by the hospital, and I will hand over the money to you on time every month. Pingsi... I just want An Qing to grow up safely in a healthy and normal environment, and everything else is fine. Don't expect too much."

The atmosphere froze for a while, and no one spoke anymore. The water in the kettle on the stove was buzzing when it was about to boil but not yet.

"Dean, thank you for your trust! Since I met An Qing, I found that An Qing is actually very smart, and she can learn everything from one point to another." In the end, it was my brother who broke the silence. This was his first time. Praise me in my face, make my heart elated.

"That……"

"I would like to bring An Qing to live with her. After graduation, I will probably decide to stay."

"Pingsi...thank you!" the dean burst into tears as she spoke, and I quickly handed her a tissue.

"Then An Qing, would you like to live with me?" My brother turned to me and asked.

I immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

The dean laughed through his tears.

"Actually, I don't know...is it convenient? I... want to ask a... privacy question about An Qing?" My brother carefully chose his words.

"What do you want to know?"

"An Qing, when and how did you come here?"

The dean's face turned pale, and after looking at me for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth to say something about me. "An Qing was picked up by me on the side of the road. At that time, he was only two months old, wrapped in a rag, and there was nothing inside, only a piece of paper with his name and birthday written on it.

"What cruel parents." My brother said with resentment on his face. "Then An Qing's name?"

"Wait, I'm going to get something to show you." The dean got up and left,

Not long after, she came back with a cloth bag and sat where she had just been sitting. She opened the cloth bag and took out a rag and a piece of yellowed paper from it.

She pulled her thoughts back to the distant era to recall.

"When I first saw him, it was wrapped in this curved cloth, and I didn't wear any clothes or pants. Fortunately, it was summer, otherwise how could I have survived without clothes." Then he handed the paper to my brother. , said: "The name written on this piece of paper is He Anqing, and the date on the side is birthday. At that time, I saw that he was sallow and thin, and his eyes were dull. I thought he was suffering from the same disease as other children. Fortunately, the final examination results all It's normal, it's really blessed by the Bodhisattva. But I also thought that a boy should be able to stand upright, to "live the world safely, and keep the collapse", how can it be as green and tender as grass, so I privately put this "green" The character has been changed to the word '急' of collapse,"

"The dean really put in a lot of painstaking efforts, and An Qing wouldn't care if a word in the name was changed." My brother said sympathetically.

I echoed, "I don't care."

"In those days, it couldn't be compared to now. Too many people abandoned their children, and there was always some involuntary or unspeakable helplessness." The dean sighed.

This is the first time I've heard about my life experience, and I don't know how to express my inner thoughts.Because I have no concept of calling my parents or mom and dad since I was a child, and they are stranger than all strange things.I regard this place as my home and the dean as my dearest elder, but I have never called her "Dean's mother" like other children.But no matter what, the human heart is full of flesh. When I heard the fact that I was abandoned by my parents, I couldn't help feeling sad, and my eyes were a little swollen.I raised my eyes and looked outside. At this moment, the sky was already dark. With the light of the street lamps, I saw that the snow outside was falling a lot more wildly, and the wind was blowing loudly.

The dean took my hands and handed them to my brother, "Pingsi, today I... will leave An Qing to you."

My brother promised: "Just rest assured!"

I packed my luggage overnight and faced the wind and snow, I left the orphanage where I had lived for 11 years.

Since then, my brother and I have been living together until now.

This year's New Year's Eve, my brother cooked a potluck, and I cleaned up and washed the dishes after the meal. It was our first New Year's Eve.At this time, there is no emotional support between us, no sorrow for the spring and autumn, pure brotherhood.

The days are so ordinary, time passes by us without a trace, and it will be a year or two in a flash.Like a geometric triangle, we have fixed frames and lines, schools, classrooms, rental houses, fixed points and lines at regular intervals.

In the junior high school exam, I got a good result in both language and mathematics.My brother bought two books for me, "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Up and Down 5000 Years" in vernacular.

Thinking back now, I turned my head and asked him with a smile: "Why didn't you send me Four Books and Five Classics, "Zuo Zhuan" or "Warring States Policy"? I'm studying classical literature now."

He asked seriously, "Can you understand?"

I just wanted to make fun of him, but I didn't know that I shot myself in the foot.

I thought that just the two of us living together, the days of "sitting in a small window, gossiping about family affairs, learning the sea and working hard" would continue like this, until my brother brought another person back, and the life of the two of them became three people.

His name is Jin Chao, he is at the same school, same level and different department as my brother, and he has been stalking my brother for half a year.After he lived with us, he ate and slept at the same table as my brother.The Jin Dynasty belonged to people who were born with various ties, regardless of gender.His ability to be eloquent and read words and demeanor is not to mention.Jin Chao, I don't mention it in front of my brother now.No matter what he did, my brother would not blame him or blame him.It takes time for my brother to fall in love with him, but it takes no courage to hate him.

Zhou Pingsi, who is not stained with slender dust and is gentle and elegant, can't escape the word "love".

03.

Since my registered permanent residence belongs to the orphanage, I can only attend the junior high school where I belong.Fortunately, the grades in the junior high school were relatively good, and I was assigned to the top class.

When I was in junior high school, I started to learn "Ghost Painting Talisman" English. Since I never had a foundation, the first English class was like listening to the scriptures.

At this time, my brother continued to be my tutor, so I would take up a lot of his time, and Jin Chao expressed his dissatisfaction with this.When eating dinner, they would grab the meat on the plate with me, turn a corner and put it in my brother's bowl after grabbing it, urging my brother to eat it quickly, for fear that I would go to my brother's bowl to grab it back.Jin Chao smiled at my brother, turned to me and just stared at me, and said: "Your brother tutors you with your homework, it's so nerve-wracking, give him some supplements."

At night, I would hear Jin Chao's shameless voice from the next room: "Ping Si, you care so much about An Qing, you always neglect me." My brother coaxed him and said, "Now I'm not next to you Is it?" Jin Chao went on to say, "You, you have to go to work during the day and teach An Qing homework at night, you almost treat yourself like a god of great Luo, now I feel sorry for you and jealous, how can you make it up to me? ?” My brother asked, “What do you want?” Then there was an indescribable rustling sound.

In fact, when I was squandering the summer vacation for my primary school graduation, my brother and Jin Chao were already preparing for their senior year internship.

In mid-August, before all primary and secondary schools started, they had already gone to the school to register.The internship units are uniformly arranged by the school. My brother majors in Chinese and works with characters all day long. Jin Dynasty studies bioengineering, so they must be assigned to different units. My brother’s internship unit is in the east of the city. In the south of the city where we live, it takes four to five or 8 minutes by bus at the fastest.The Jin Dynasty was lucky, and it was an internship at an experimental base near N University, which was about 10 minutes walk from where we lived.

Every day my brother gets home from get off work at 05:30 in the afternoon, has dinner, and then walks around downstairs, which happens to be about [-]:[-] when I study by myself in the evening.I was worried about his health and feared that he would be exhausted, so I would finish my homework during evening self-study and ask my brother to help me with my homework for an hour when I got home.

The Jin Dynasty became more and more aggressive, relying on my brother to support him, he used the banner of loving my brother and ordered me to serve my brother and him like a slave!

I said to him: "You are really getting more and more shameless."

In the autumn of that year, the Korean dramas "Blue Life and Death" and "Winter Sonata" directly dominated the stage, and I don't know how many girls' hearts they captured.The class teacher is a middle-aged female teacher with curly hair. Her PHS phone ringtone is the theme song of "Blue Life and Death".At the same table is a girl who graduated from another elementary school, "Ouba" "Ouba" with the girls in the front row and back row all day long, even when discussing the plot, I can cry a lot. When I see her crying so hard that I can't breathe, I feel like It was like being strangled by the neck.

Because of these two TV dramas, the gale of bitter dramas and idol dramas instantly blew up.At the same time, the theme song of "Winter Sonata", the Chinese version of "From the Beginning to the Present", made the love song prince Zhang Xinzhe popular again.You can hear it with your ears when you go wrong in the streets and alleys: Am I going to live my life like this?