my bamboo horse rider

Tang Jin originally wanted to be lenient when he confessed, but Tang Guohai took Zheng Xiaoqin to play mahjong with friends in the business field in the afternoon, and they seemed to meet a very interesting person. Jin didn't know how to speak.

When dinner was almost finished, Zheng Xiaoqin remembered and asked: "The entrance exam results are out, right? Your homeroom teacher posted it in the group, but I haven't read it yet."

When Zheng Xiaoqin brought up the topic, Tang Jin heaved a sigh of relief and admitted, "Yes. I didn't pass the exam this time."

Zheng Xiaoqin was surprised.

She quickly glanced at Tang Guohai's face, and asked remedially, "Why didn't you pass the exam? Is it because you are too tired from studying recently and you are not in a good state?"

Tang Jin said frankly: "The Chinese language has lowered the score, and the composition has not been finished."

The composition topic was Tang Jin's lame project, and Zheng Xiaoqin knew about it. She was a little annoyed and thankful that it wasn't a new problem, so she said in a friendly and complaining tone: "It's composition again, you should pay attention to this problem, you can't It’s always bad to get better and better, do you want to enroll in a special tutoring class during the summer vacation?”

Tang Jin didn't resist tutoring, and replied, "It's okay, I'll ask the teacher for advice."

My son always arranges things by himself, so Zheng Xiaoqin didn't worry too much, and wanted to quickly turn the matter over, and said relaxedly: "Well, money doesn't matter if you find a home with good reviews."

Tang Jin sensed that she wanted to end the topic, lowered his eyes, started to clean up his bowl and chopsticks, and responded casually.

Tang Guohai's face was always calm, but he kept silent.

When Tang Jin cleaned up his bowl and chopsticks and was about to stand up and leave the table, Tang Guohai suddenly raised an issue and asked, "Why can't the composition be finished? Isn't it the same test paper as you?"

"No idea."

Tang Guohai stared at his son with his head hanging on the other side of the dining table, his expression became even uglier: "What's your attitude?"

Tang Jin raised his head. He felt that the scene was a bit ridiculous, and wanted to explain it clearly, but after all, he knew in his heart that even if he said some words, he would be self-indulgent.His eyes flicked across Zheng Xiaoqin's pale face, and in the end, there was nothing he could do.

He took a deep breath and explained patiently: "At first, I didn't find a way to think, which delayed the exam time."

Is this a lie or a compromise?Tang Jin was distracted thinking.

Tang Guohai saw his son bowed his head, and his anger also subsided. He showed his music and said, "I'm already a sophomore in high school, and I can't manage the exam time well. You are not happy when Dad asks you. You have to reflect on it. It's time for tutoring." Going to tutoring, the family does not need you to spend money, the important thing is to make up for the shortcomings, if it is the college entrance examination, you will not be able to finish your composition, then you will know that there is no use in worrying? Dad always has a reason to speak, you know ?”

"……Yes."

Zheng Xiaoqin saw that Tang Guohai's prestige had passed, and also saw that her son seemed still not convinced, so she quickly said, "Don't be too stressed when you fail for a while, Mom knows that you are serious about taking the exam and not only at this level. Just know that you are wrong, next time Notice."

She stared at Tang Jin closely, and waited for Tang Jin to bow her head to answer, then looked at Tang Guohai, raised her brows, and said sweetly: "Jin Jin generally doesn't want people to worry about it, the second time is the top [-] in the grade. Questions. Some people usually don’t ask questions, and their son jumps out to show their prestige once he fails the exam, and they don’t look at how much money they spent to get into the university. Thanks to Jinjin who is like me.”

Tang Guohai enjoyed it very much. He was proud of the fact that his family was rich and powerful back then, and his mood recovered. He didn't care about making a small fuss for Zheng Xiaoqin. luck."

Tang Jin brought his bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, stood by the sink, and suddenly laughed halfway into the air.

He himself felt baffled.

He left the kitchen and went up the stairs.

I always feel that the lights are dimming, and the indoor slippers are getting heavier and heavier, as if just lifting my feet is exhausting.

The stairs that go up and down every day, the beautiful gray-brown wood grain, looks strange and familiar at the moment.The stairs in that previous home were different from this one, they were cement stairs painted with dark red floor paint.

My forehead hurts.

Tang Jin stopped in the middle of the stairs, he seemed to hear someone crying, crying so sadly, it made his whole heart throb.

It's mom.

"Jinjin, Jinjin, are you okay? Does it hurt? It's my mother's fault, it's all mother's fault."

pain?

He put his hand on his forehead, and he remembered that at that time, he didn't want to call his father, his mother chased him, he wanted to run upstairs, he wanted to hide in his room.

He rolled down the stairs.

"Jinjin, it's going to be okay, we're going to the hospital now, we're going to the hospital right away."

The smell of disinfectant, the white lights of the ward.

Mom cried again.

"Jin Jin, is it still hurting?"

Don't cry, why are you so sad?He wants to protect his mother, he doesn't want her to be sad.

He held his mother's hand: "It doesn't hurt."

So stop crying.

"It's you who want to run away. How do you tell me to explain to your father? He will blame me again. Mom can't divorce dad, and you don't want mom and dad to divorce, right? Jinjin, let's forget about it? You threw it yourself Ah, when Dad comes, you tell him that you want Dad to accompany you, playing at home with the skateboard Dad bought for you, and you hit your head, yes, you want Dad to go home to accompany you, just say that, okay? ?”

He didn't quite understand, and he just wanted his mother to stop crying. He said anxiously, "Mom, don't be sad. Mom won't cry."

She broke free from his hand, stood up anxiously, leaned over and grabbed his shoulder: "If you listen to your mother, your mother will not be sad. Jinjin, will you listen to your mother?"

He immediately agreed: "Jin Jin is obedient."

She grabbed him like a life-saving straw, and said almost nervously: "Then you don't remember, let mom tell dad, you have forgotten, you know?"

The effect of the local anesthesia gradually faded, and his forehead became more and more painful. He asked, "If you forget about it, won't mom be sad?"

Tang Guohai was about to come, and she was so anxious that she got angry: "How many times do you have to say it! You don't remember, forget it! Promise mom, Jin Jin, promise mom, you have forgotten, don't talk nonsense in front of your father, know Don't know? Agree!"

"it is good."

He wants to protect his mother and not make her sad.

He will forget.

He raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face: "I see. Mom, don't cry, don't be sad. "

When she heard this, she hugged him and burst into tears.

Tang Jin came back to his senses and found himself half-kneeling on the stairs.

He walked up the stairs, entered his room, and took out his homework from his schoolbag.

The simplest math problem, but he couldn't figure out the answer impetuously. He wrote too hard, and the draft paper was scratched.

He needs to calm down, he closes his eyes, and wants to follow the method that Xiao Qin Beichen taught him back then, and silently recite the things he likes, but his whole head is in chaos, and he can't remember anything he likes.

Tang Jin suddenly wondered, did he really like anything?Are those likes real, emotions that can be trusted?

He remembered that day, when Qin Beichen said firmly, you won't get the response you want.

"what happened?"

Tang Jin stared at the phone that suddenly made a sound.

Is your phone smart enough to automatically dial?

As soon as this thought flashed across, Tang Jin realized that it was him who dialed it.

"Tang Jin?"

Qin Beichen's voice was very puzzled, he had to say something, otherwise, Qin Beichen would think that he touched the screen by mistake, and Qin Beichen would hang up.

But Tang Jin couldn't speak, his throat seemed to be blocked by air, and the air was so heavy that it pressed down on the base of his tongue, making his attempt to speak extremely painful.

He opened his mouth vigorously, even harder than the dumb who hadn't spoken for 100 years, and finally made a hoarse sound between ah and ha.

"Tang Jin? What's wrong with you?"

Tang Jin wiped off the water droplets on the draft paper, and whispered, "I can't figure it out."

"What can't be figured out?"

"Math homework."

"Which question?"

"first question."

"...Impossible, do the math again."

"Don't hang up the phone."

"Ah."

Tang Jin found out the headset, connected it, and put the phone aside.

He calmed down and read the topic again: Given the sequence 1/2, 2/3,3, 4/1, ..., n/n+0.96, then [-] is the ___ item of the sequence?

He quickly listed the equation on the scratch paper and solved the answer: "Is it 24?"

Qin Beichen replied bluntly: "Is there still a question?"

Tang Jin snorted.

He didn't hang up the phone, and Qin Beichen didn't mention it. He finished all the homework one by one, picked up the Chinese test paper and looked at it, but put it aside.

It's already 10:30.

Tang Jin asked the opposite: "Have you finished writing?"

"Ah."

"What to do now?"

"Real questions. Math. Have you finished your homework?"

"It's finished."

"Are you resting?"

"I want to endorse."

"You carry it on your back."

"...would it bother you, did I hang up?"

"will not."

Tang Jin lay down on the desk for a while.

He knew Qin Beichen shouldn't be disturbed, but he didn't want to be alone.

He was also sure that Qin Beichen would not find him bothering him, even though they had just met for two weeks, he was sure of this without any reason.But Qin Beichen really didn't hang up the phone, he was very happy.

Even without explaining, Qin Beichen didn't know what happened to him, so he just accommodated him.

Qin Beichen is the best friend in the world.

Tang Jin took out his notes on the knowledge points, covered the key points with a mask, and memorized them silently.

The sound of gentle breathing, the occasional sound of turning pages, with a soothing power that makes people feel calm, they are together through a phone call, and they are no longer alone.

until almost zero.

Qin Beichen said briefly without any discussion: "Go to sleep."

So Tang Jin hung up the phone, charged the hot phone, washed up and threw himself on the bed. He wanted to wrap his head with a pillow, but his fingers touched a piece of jammed paper under the pillow.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, pulled out the long strip of cardboard from under the pillow, turned over and lay on his back, lifted the folded long strip of cardboard, and opened it.

There are eight big characters written in it: Don't chase bad ghosts, let villains come.

The smell of ink has long since dissipated, replaced by the scent of detergent stained on pillowcases and sheets.

He remembered that little Qin Beichen didn't take seriously the feudal superstition in the village.

"It's still very effective," Tang Jin shook the jammed paper in satisfaction, and then carefully stuffed the jammed paper back under the pillow.

Although the lost child Qin Beichen has been found, just in case, it is better to bless him more.

Tang Jin rubbed his pillow and was about to fall asleep soon.

Before falling asleep, he thought in a daze that he could finally spend the summer vacation with Qin Beichen again.

Come on summer vacation.