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I specifically asked Wu Xie if the grades came out.

Wu Xie was very surprised when he received the phone call, slandering whether Zhang Qiling was supervising his studies as a teacher, or as a boyfriend to urge him to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and physically, and become a good lover.

Whispering back to muttering, Wu Xie still honestly said into the phone, "Brother, wait a minute, I'll check."

Holding the mobile phone in one hand and turning on the computer in the other hand to log on to the school's official website to check the results, "Ah, it's out."

Wu Xie glanced at it, and the results were quite expected. Except for the computer professional course, which was close to 70, most of the rest were in the 60s, and there was one subject with a low score of more than [-].Wu Xie reported the grades to Zhang Qiling, thoughtfully smiled and jokingly said, "Is the teacher still doing it?"

Zhang Qiling was silent for a while, "Yes."

Wu Xie wondered that something was wrong with Zhang Qiling, and when he was about to ask, he heard a call from the other side, and quickly responded, "Huh? What's wrong?"

The silence spread for a while, Zhang Qiling sighed and said, "It's nothing, I'll tell you later..."

Wu Xie was even more baffled, but Zhang Qiling was always on the alert, so he didn't ask, and just waited for him to tell.

The end of the new year is approaching, and the family starts to get busy, buying new year's goods, cleaning, Wu Xie also helps the house around, especially on the day of the new year, he gets up early in the morning and goes out to help wash the vegetables. I haven't called Zhang Qiling for a day.

He hurriedly dialed Zhang Qiling's number, and it was rare to hear Zhang Qiling's voice after the ringing for a while. Wu Xie was just about to laugh when he suddenly heard a messy voice over there, as if he was having dinner at a restaurant, Wu Xie hesitated for a while and asked in a low voice Said, "Brother, are you eating?"

"Dinner at home." The voice over there suddenly became quieter, probably Zhang Qiling had gone out and called.

Wu Xie said "oh", he called Zhang Qiling quite a few times, but it was the first time he heard the lively voice from there. He was very curious about the situation in Zhang Qiling's house for a while, and couldn't help thinking about it. Thinking of Zhang Qiling sitting in the middle of a large room, the noise of drinking wine seems to be incompatible with Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling had dinner together, so Wu Xie didn't bother him anymore, and hung up the phone after saying that he would call again in the evening. While holding the phone, he thought about Zhang Qiling's world that he hadn't touched yet, mysterious and frightening.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and Wu Xie watched the Spring Festival Gala with his family. While watching the Spring Festival Gala, he seemed to be very happy, but at the same time, he wanted to call Zhang Qiling as if he was tickling.

It wasn't until it was twelve o'clock that Wu Xie touched the balcony with his mobile phone, but the phone was busy when he dialed it. Wu Xie felt agitated when he heard the beep on the receiver, hung up the phone and waited for a while before dialing , this time the call was connected quickly.Before Wu Xie could speak, Zhang Qiling said, "I was calling you just now."

Wu Xie was stunned for a while before he realized, "No wonder the line is busy."

In fact, Zhang Qiling and Zhang Qiling have nothing to talk about. The two people are too far apart in terms of age, personality, and social experience, but the feeling of fit is comfortable and natural.

Wu Xie recalled last year's winter vacation, and said with a smile to Zhang Qiling: "Brother, do you still remember that I sent you a text message during the Chinese New Year last year?"

There was silence for a while, as if thinking about it, and it took a long time before I asked, "Blank?"

Wu Xie nodded, "I don't know what to write, my hand shook for a long time and I sent it by mistake."

The two chatted with each other without saying a word. There was no heating on the balcony. Wu Xie rubbed his hands and stomped his feet while chatting, circling on the balcony, and was turning to the door. The balcony door was suddenly pushed open, followed by Wu Xie's mother. Shouting voice, "Wu Xie, what are you doing?!"

"It's going to be twelve o'clock and go down and fire the cannons!"

Wu Xie was taken aback, and hurriedly said "oh" twice. Seeing the person turn around and go out again, she whispered into the phone, "Stop talking, brother, I'm going down."

Zhang Qiling probably thought that Wu Xie's house was quite interesting, so he smiled lightly, "Alright, be careful."

As soon as Zhang Qiling finished speaking, the deafening sound of firecrackers rang out from the balcony. While listening to Zhang Qiling's voice with his ears covered, Wu Xie felt that he could almost smell the New Year's festive and lively smell of scraps of paper and gunfire.It seems to start from this, next door, opposite, more and more places also began to think of the sound of crackling firecrackers, red confetti everywhere, and a "bang" rising in the night sky a little far away The exploding fireworks, red, green, blue, yellow, and purple, reflected the half-light of the sky, so gorgeous that it dazzled people.

Wu Xie couldn't help grinning at the corner of his mouth when he saw it, and suddenly yelled at Zhang Qiling when he heard the deafening gunfire, "Brother, I like you!"

It was the first time Wu Xie uttered this feeling that was almost engraved in his heart. After Wu Xie yelled, he was in a daze for a while, his heart seemed to be empty and filled a lot, and he murmured non-stop, almost like a demon, " Brother, I like you, I like you..."

Zhang Qiling seemed to be saying something in his ear, Wu Xie couldn't hear clearly, his emotions seemed to surge up, his ears were buzzing, and it took him a long time to hear Zhang Qiling's repeated phrase "Wu Xie, me too".

Wu Xie's mother came to remind her again, Wu Xie hung up the phone in a hurry and ran down, set up the firecrackers, lit a cigarette and went over, lit it and hurried back, with a burst of New Year's restlessness and loud noise behind her.

He was standing at the entrance of the corridor smoking the cigarette that was lit just now. The smoke from the gunfire almost covered up the smell of the cigarette. Stepping on it, he squatted downstairs in thick clothes and looked outside.

Seeing that his son hadn't come back for a long time, Wu Yiqiong stood on the balcony and called Wu Xie down. Wu Xie quickly stood up and answered, and went upstairs to the house.

The breath outside has not stopped yet, and a brand new year is here.

TBC

I really miss the time when I only wrote more than 1000 words in the first update, and then it was about 5000 words. I feel guilty now that I haven’t written 4000 words...

Seriously, I can count down to VC, but this countdown is not very reliable. There may be eight or nine chapters or even ten chapters, or three or five chapters will be over. This is what I wrote when I saw it.

By the way, it has been many years without re-editing or correcting typos after the code is completed. Let’s talk about it when the major changes are completed. QAQ

At first, I thought I could write seven or eight chapters, but now I think it’s impossible. If I want to write it down, seven or eight chapters won’t solve the problem. At least I have to write more than ten chapters. This is obviously unrealistic, and several chapters in a row I feel that it is time to end, and it is not appropriate to procrastinate like this.

Probably these two days. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I will lay the groundwork for a chapter today. If I write it quickly, it will be tomorrow.

The original book is coming to an end, and it's time for me to give VC an ending.

Microsoft Visual C++46

White snow and cold air spread, Wu Xie wrapped in a heavy cotton-padded coat and rubbed his hands, sweeping off the snow on the bench, sat by the West Lake and looked up at the wicker with all the leaves covered with ice and snow.

There was a chilling coldness spreading over the West Lake, the gray branches were so heavy that they couldn't lift their heads under the weight of white snow, Wu Xie raised his hand and pulled the branches, and the snow fell off one end unexpectedly.He jumped up from the stool with a curse, shook his head and swept the snow on his head.

Both the long pavilion and the broken bridge were covered by white snow. The West Lake was green and shrouded in hazy white mist. You could vaguely see the green hills not far away reflected on the water surface. Wu Xie glanced over there and could see the layers of blankets Leifeng Pagoda covered by layers of white snow.

Wu Xie exhaled a breath of cold air, and the white smoke dissipated faintly.He stood still for a while without enduring the severe cold, then turned and walked back.

In the middle and late February, the days that were slowly getting warmer were frozen by heavy snow, and the down jackets that had just been taken off were put on again, and winter seemed to be far away.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I went up the mountain to visit my grandfather's grave. Wu Xie took the lead and carefully stepped on the snowy road, while my second uncle supported my grandma behind, and the group was silent.The hanging whip trembled layer by layer. The head of the grave was the bright red headdress of the newlyweds of that era. Wu Xie looked at the soil layer and turned back to look at the grandma who stood not far away and couldn't see the expression.

Wu Xie and the third uncle were in charge of lighting the fuse, and ran away as soon as it was lit.The falling snow made slippery feet, Wu Xie staggered twice and jumped down, and fell into the nearby dirt depression. The deafening sound of firecrackers roared behind him, and the snow on the ground was mixed with red cannon paper in the dim yellow smoke drift.Wu Xiewo didn't move for a long time, and vaguely heard the third uncle shouting his name below, Wu Xie quickly stood up and shouted down, "Go down first, I have a word with grandpa!"

The third uncle muttered something for some reason, but Wu Xie didn't hear it clearly. He only waited for the smoke above to clear away before he climbed up from the pit, touched his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and stuck it in front of the stele. Tombstone was silent for a while and knelt down gently, "Grandpa, I'm here to see you."

"Let me tell you something, don't be angry." Wu Xie looked at the mound of dirt, thought for a while and said, "I'm with a man, he's my teacher. He's quite cold, but he's very nice. do not worry."

"I'm afraid I won't meet another person again. My grandson is not filial and cannot carry on the Wu family's lineage." After Wu Xie finished speaking, he bowed his head and kowtowed, "I will bring him to see you when I have a chance."

Kowtowing his head and crawling on the mountain road, Wu Xiechang exhaled smoke, got up and patted the dirt on his knees, "Grandpa, I'm leaving."

The third uncle's shout came from below again, Wu Xie responded urgently, and walked down cautiously.