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However, the day after tomorrow did not meet.

Ye Ya excitedly went to the bookstore as soon as school was over, but saw that the door was closed tightly. He stared at the lock for a long time, and waited for a long time, until it was almost dinner time, but the door of the bookstore was still closed.

Ye Ya silently picked up the schoolbag on the ground, raised her head, slightly pursed her lips into a downward arc, and walked home slowly.

It doesn't matter, maybe brother Huaiyuan has something to do.

He comforted himself.

However, no one was seen the next day, and the bookstore was still closed.

Ye Ya ran to Ji Huaiyuan's house.

It's okay, maybe he's at home.

Ye Ya has a pretty good memory, he deliberately memorized the route last time, he ran all the way to the gate of the community, bent over and put his hands on his knees, panting for breath.

The greening of the community is very good, the surrounding is very quiet, and I didn't meet a single person along the way.

Ye Ya suddenly felt nervous for no reason. He had a strong premonition that Brother Huaiyuan might not be at home either.

He lied to him.

As soon as this thought came up, he felt a strange feeling, which made him feel guilty, Ye Ya quickly shook his head and dismissed the thought.

Ye Ya hurriedly quickened her pace, but stopped at the elevator entrance at a loss.

This was the first time he took the elevator alone. He took a deep breath, carefully pressed the button to enter the elevator, and pressed the floor number "23", and the elevator door slowly closed.

Ye Ya looked at this closed small space and suddenly became nervous.

It's kind of scary to be alone in the elevator.

Ye Ya remembered the last time he took the elevator with Ji Huaiyuan. Although Ji Huaiyuan just watched the number of floors jumping up and down in silence, and turned a deaf ear to Ye Ya's ramblings, at that time he felt that the elevator was very fast, and it arrived in a short time. .

Why is it so slow today.

After finally reaching the 23rd floor, Ye Ya got out of the elevator as if he was relieved. He went straight to ring the doorbell, and knocked on the door and shouted, "Brother Huaiyuan, are you home?"

However no response was received.

Ye Ya shouted stubbornly to Brother Huaiyuan, knocked on the door with his left hand, and pressed the keys with his right. The child's immature and loud voice resounded in the corridor. After a while, another resident opened the door and said angrily: "You brat, what are you doing here?" What are you arguing about?"

Ye Ya immediately withdrew his hands, put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and said anxiously: "I'm looking for Brother Huaiyuan..."

He was afraid of being scolded by adults, and his voice was so soft and small that the woman couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, but when she looked up and saw the neighbor's house, she understood, so she said, "Are you looking for Mr. Ji? He's not at home, right? Haven't seen him for days."

Ye Ya said "Oh" in a low voice. After a few seconds, he raised his head. Although he couldn't hide his disappointment, he still smiled politely at her, "Thank you, sister. I'll go back first, and I'll come to Huai tomorrow." Brother Yuan."

For two consecutive days, Ye Ya finished running to the bookstore and then to the apartment, but it was all in vain.

But the child was not discouraged, anyway—he remembered what the TV "Jigong" said: If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple.

During the break between classes this day, Ye Yabai was lying on the desk boredly, and with his right hand he was pulling the ponytail of the little girl at the front desk. The book called to Ye Ya's head, "Ye Ya, stop playing with my hair!"

Ye Ya was caught off guard by the blow, held her head and grinned, and shouted: "Niu Xiaomeng, you beat me so hard, it hurt me to death. Didn't I just touch your hair, and I didn't lose your hair ..."

While rubbing his head and complaining constantly, he caught sight of the thousand paper cranes folded on Niu Xiaomeng's desk out of the corner of his eye. He was explaining abruptly that "touching your hair is to promote the beautiful development of friendship between our classmates". The birthplace changed to: "Niu Xiaomeng, how do you stack the thousand paper cranes?"

Niu Xiaomeng glared at him angrily, and said, "If you promise not to pull my hair, I will teach you."

Ye Ya immediately swore: "I promise."

Ye Ya is a boy, a boy with relatively clumsy hands.

Although he can cook, it doesn't mean he's good at folding this... messy origami.

With a bitter face, Ye Ya endured Niu Xiaomeng's mental and physical torture, and studied clumsily.

In the end, it was Niu Xiaomeng who gave up first: "Forget it, Ye Ya, you should pull my hair."

Ye Ya: "...Don't, you teach me again."

Niu Xiaomeng sighed, and said helplessly: "You are too stupid, I can't even teach you. Why are you a man learning this?"

"I want to give it to—" Ye Ya paused and snorted, "Why should I tell you?"

"Then I won't teach you." Niu Xiaomeng also hummed.

Ye Ya stretched out his hand to pull her ponytail, and swayed it slightly left and right, "If you don't teach, you won't teach."

Niu Xiaomeng threw the language paper again: "Ye Ya, go to hell!"

Ye Ya didn't learn how to fold a thousand origami cranes.

He can only fold the simplest boats, he bit his pen and shook his head and thought for a while, there is no difference between paper cranes and boats, one can fly and the other can float, and they can both express their thoughts, almost the same.

Thinking of this, Ye Ya took out an unwritten exercise book from his school bag, and carefully cut it with a ruler, for fear of tearing the paper. After tearing a sheet, he solemnly wrote in the middle of the paper Character.

But as soon as I started writing, I ran into trouble.

How to write Huai character?

He borrowed a dictionary from Li Li, and after looking it up, he wrote:

Brother Huaiyuan, come back quickly!

After writing, fold it into the shape of a boat, take out the pencil and eraser in the stationery box, make room for it, and then put the boat in.

In the afternoon, Ye Ya went shopping with Da Mao and asked for a red plastic bag. He put the boat in the bag and hung it on the doorknob of Ji Huaiyuan's house. However, when he went to see it the next day, he found that the bag was gone. Ye Ya was shocked. He stayed where he was, thinking that Ji Huaiyuan had come back, but he pressed the doorbell a few times and there was still no response.

Ye Ya walked home in a daze, until he got home, he still couldn't figure out who took the boat, he sighed faintly like a little adult, and after dinner, he sat down at the table seriously and carefully. One more boat was folded.

The next day was the weekend, Ye Ya accompanied his grandfather to set up a stall in the morning, went to the apartment after lunch, looked around, squeezed the two small boats into the bottom of the small flowerpot next to him, and moved the flowerpot with both hands After checking the position and making sure the boat was in the middle of the bottom, he straightened up and looked around anxiously, fearing that someone would hide in the dark and wait for him to leave and take the boat away.

Around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Ya came to the apartment again to make sure the boat was still there. He didn't even think about ringing the doorbell to see if Ji Huaiyuan was home, and only cared about the safety of the boat.

Ye Ya carefully moved the flowerpot, saw that the boat was still smiling, and immediately went back happily.

He started to build a small boat every day, and secretly wrote down his thoughts on the paper, hoping that Ji Huaiyuan would see how much he missed him when he came back.

Ye Ya misses brother Huaiyuan very much, even though he hasn't come back for so many days, Ye Ya never thought that Ji Huaiyuan left.

Now he is not afraid of taking the elevator alone, humming a ditty, getting out of the elevator and going straight to move the flower pot, the bottom of the pot rubbing against the ground makes a screeching sound.

Ye Ya was squatting down to put the boat in place, when the door next to him opened, Ji Huaiyuan leaned against the door to look at him, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ye Ya was really taken aback. He twisted his neck too fast and too hard, and immediately grinned in pain. He was also surprised that Ji Huaiyuan was at home, and his entire face was full of wonderful expressions: "...Are you back?"

Ji Huaiyuan glanced at Ye Ya's distressed appearance with his neck tilted, he nodded and then noticed the pile of papers on the ground, raised his eyes slightly, "What is that?"

"This one!" Ye Ya tilted her neck and hugged the boat in her arms, not forgetting to put the flowerpot back in place, and then handed it to Ji Huaiyuan like a treasure, "This is the boat I built, all for you !"

Ji Huaiyuan took it, and then turned to let Ye Ya into the room.He put the boat on the table, poured a cup of fruit tea, and took a hot towel for Ye Ya to wrap around his neck.

Ye Ya rolled on the sofa familiarly, put the towel around her neck, and rubbed the back of the sofa comfortably.He glanced at the fruit tea on the small table, was surprised to find that there were a lot of fruits in it, and said happily: "Brother Huaiyuan, you didn't throw any fruit this time, ah, you remember what I said."

Ji Huaiyuan sat on the other side of the sofa and said, "No, it's just that I didn't have time to throw it away."

Ye Ya curled his lips, took a sip carelessly, and chewed the pulp happily. After a few sips, he asked, "Brother Huaiyuan, where have you been all this time?"

"Always at my parents' house." Ji Huaiyuan said.

Ye Ya snorted: "At that time, you said that I would see you the day after tomorrow." As soon as he finished speaking, some bad thoughts appeared in his mind, he paused, and asked hesitantly, "Did something happen in your family?" ?”

"No." Ji Huaiyuan glanced at him, closed the book and handed it out on the table, explaining, "My mother's cooking skills have improved rapidly recently, and the dishes she cooks are delicious, so I just stayed for a few more days."

Ye Ya: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, with an expression of disbelief, "What?"

However, Ji Huaiyuan took it for granted, he glanced at Ye Ya, with slight surprise in his beautiful eyes, "Huh?"

Ye Ya said unconvinced: "I can also cook, and it's delicious."

Ji Huaiyuan adjusted his posture noncommittally. He lay comfortably on the sofa with his head resting on the armrest of the sofa. His eyes were half closed, as if he was sleepy and wanted to rest.

Seeing that he looked like he was about to sleep again, Ye Ya moved over unhappily and gently pushed Ji Huaiyuan, "You are going to sleep again, don't sleep, let's talk, I miss you so much these days Brother Huaiyuan. "