Xiao Lang Jing

Shortly after discovering that Xiaozhuyuan's ladder could be used to spy on the police quarters, the ladder disappeared.Song Qiran stood under the wall and raised his head to look at the empty wall, frowning, his face full of displeasure.

It was a rest day that day, the weather was particularly good, and Song Qiran specially changed to a brand new sketchbook, but he somehow felt that he was very unlucky, among other things, even Wei Xiaolong, who had originally made an appointment to pass the time together, temporarily released his pigeons.

Song Qiran bit the ice cream and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road in boredom.In order to free up a day, he even finished his homework early. There was no one in the house where he lived alone, so it was useless to go back in a hurry. He carried his schoolbag and moved to a small shop selling painting materials opposite the No. [-] Middle School. in front of.There is a bookstore in the middle of three or two shops with plaster statues at the door. The door is messy, like a newsstand. There are few pure literature books in it. It mainly deals in teaching aids and various test papers. Song Qiran would occasionally go in for middle school students' business.

A man in a black vest stood at the door of the bookstore, holding a plastic bag in his hand.When Song Qiran passed by, he heard him rambling on about the admission scores of the No. [-] Middle School in previous years with the shopkeeper's wife.

Song Qiran was stopped by the proprietress.

"Hey! That kid, I recognize him, he was admitted from other places! Hurry up, classmate, come here!" The proprietress dusted Song Qiran's shoulder with a feather duster in her hand, she pointed at Song Qiran, and then pointed The person who leaned against the door and chatted with her,

"Look, I really don't know the score line in other places, why don't you ask him. He is not a local, he must know!"

Song Qiran turned his head with a mouthful of unmelted chocolate sauce in his mouth, he was startled, the person smiling at him with his hands in his trouser pockets was actually Zhao Meng.

His chest, abdomen and neck were hot, and a thin layer of sweat came out immediately.

"Little brother, I want to ask you something." Zhao Meng waved at him, "How old is your brother younger than you? The entrance exam is about to take place. I want to find out that the admission scores of the key middle schools in the provincial capital are the same in other parts of the province. ?"

Song Qiran's ice cream was all choked in his throat.

"No, it's different..." He answered like a mosquito buzzing.

Seeing that he was shy, Zhao Meng couldn't help moving closer.Song Qiran smelled the smell of Zhao Meng's body when he was close to him that day, and he thought it was probably the smell of laundry soap. Zhao Meng is not wearing a uniform today, his upper body is only the black vest, and both arms are exposed. Outside, a circle of neck with collarbone and a small piece of chest can be clearly seen.He was also wearing army green underpants and a pair of flip flops. Song Qiran lowered his head nervously, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw Zhao Meng's bare calves.There are dark marks on the calf, like scars, in pieces, and there are dried and scabbed blood, which may be left by insect bites and scratching with nails.Song Qiran frowned.

"Little brother, where are you from?" Zhao Meng asked him.

Song Qiran remembered that he hadn't told him, so he pursed his lips.

"My family is in Qinghe." He said, "Last year, the admission scores of key middle schools in the provincial capital dropped by [-] points in Qinghe, but they have requirements for single subjects. Mathematics and English have small scores for single subjects, especially English. It is even higher than local students. In addition, there are bonus points for quality, but it must be awarded at the provincial level or above."

Zhao Meng listened and nodded in a daze.Hearing Song Qiran speak English, he grinned again.

"Hey, that's good. My brother's English grades are good. He said he wanted to take the No. [-] Middle School exam. It seems to be interesting."

"How many scores did he score in several mock exams?" Song Qiran asked, "And what are his sports scores?"

"Physical education is also required for the senior high school entrance examination?" Zhao Meng was dumbfounded by his words. He was so old, let alone the high school entrance examination, he felt that writing his name on the answer sheet with a pen was already a matter of his previous life.If it wasn't for his younger sister's class teacher calling him last year, saying that family affairs might have affected her younger sister's performance, causing her senior high school entrance examination results to drop a lot compared to the simulated exam, Zhao Meng would not even think about coming to Shangxin, the youngest in the family. Examination matters.

Song Qiran looked at him like that, he was a clueless person.He hesitated for a while, then sighed, ate the cone in his hand in one go, took Zhao Meng's hand into the bookstore, and squatted down in front of the shelf of the real test papers.

He introduced three sets of authoritative senior high school entrance examination questions to Zhao Meng in a row, and talked about the differences in the score line settings of several key middle schools in the provincial capital, including the school's geographical location, surrounding transportation, and software and hardware facilities for boarding students. Scholarships are introduced.Those were homework done by his family for him during his own exams. Song Qiran never thought those things were useful until now.

Hearing this, Zhao Meng's mouth was twisted into an "Oh" shape, and his heart was quite shocked.He didn't know that studying was such a troublesome thing. In the past, he thought that as long as he got good grades in the school exams, the problem would not be a big problem. Now after hearing what Song Qiran said, he realized that taking the unified exam for senior high school entrance examination should be compared in a larger environment. In fact, there are people out there, and there are people out there, and the competition is fierce.

For a moment, he felt that those who can do a particularly good job in learning are also amazing.Can't help expressing feelings, watching Song Qiran say:

"You must be good at reading."

Song Qiran was a little happy.On the side facing Zhao Meng, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

He emphasized: "My sports scores in the senior high school entrance examination are also very good, especially the vital capacity and standing long jump. I got full marks."

The young man seemed to raise his tail, and looked at Zhao Meng proudly.

He remembered that the last time he met, the man in front of him even laughed at himself and cried, and taught him "boys should be stronger" like an elder.Song Qiran doesn't want to be looked down upon, he just has a personality that doesn't fight or snatch, but that doesn't mean he's really an incompetent little weak chicken.

He was counting on Zhao Meng to praise himself, but he didn't expect Zhao Meng to show a surprised expression when he heard it.

"Are you a student from the No. [-] Middle School across the street? Isn't the No. [-] Middle School's admission requirements so high? It's over, it's over, why the more I listen to it, the more I feel that my brother is dead."

Zhao Meng himself was still muttering, "Your parents must be very relieved. If my younger brother has such good grades as you, I would have been relieved." blacken.

Song Qiran's complexion was really bad.Zhao Meng just asked him if he was a student of No. [-] Middle School. He clutched his schoolbag and clenched his fists, wanting to leave this man behind and stand up.

From just now to now, he thought that Zhao Mengzhun could change his opinion of him, but who would have thought that, let alone change, that person never remembered him at all from the beginning to the end.Zhao Meng didn't even know that Song Qiran in front of him was the middle school student who was spanked by him when he went to report the police crying that night.

Song Qiran's mouth shrunk, his eyes darkened, and instead of his previous enthusiasm, he suddenly stopped talking.

Zhao Meng wasn't short-sighted, he immediately noticed something was wrong with the young man.

Are you being too wordy?Pulling other students to ask questions, wasting other people's time?It's rare for a high school student to go out to play on a weekend. Did this kid have some plans originally, and he was unhappy after being pestered by him for a while?

Zhao Meng was a little at a loss and a little embarrassed.He caught a glimpse of the plastic bag he was carrying with him, took out a big red apple from it, and handed it to the boy.

"Student, please help me, can I have an apple?"

Song Qiran looked at him with anger and a little bit of grievance.

He turned his head away.

"I won't eat it," he said.

"Ah?" Zhao Meng looked helpless, he looked at the boy, then at the juicy apple in his hand, and said innocently, "This is a good thing, it's authentic Yanshan, it's sweet, Look here, there is a sticker on it, I only bought it after I was paid, it’s so expensive, I’m not willing to eat it myself.”

Seeing that the young man didn't pick it up, he stuffed it into the young man's hand again. Song Qiran had no choice but to hold the apple in both hands, and when he turned his face, he saw Zhao Meng smiling heartlessly.

Zhao Meng showed his big white teeth when he smiled, Song Qiran saw him, his face became hot, and he became shy again.

Maybe the man smiled like that at everyone.After a while, he sighed and thought, how could he not remember himself.

Song Qiran stood up and was about to go out. He unzipped his schoolbag and threw the apple in. He didn't bring anything else with him when he went out today. Apart from the sketchbook and stationery, there was only a pack of mints imported from Japan in his schoolbag. Sugar, he usually eats it when he is painting, it is used to refresh his mind.

He hesitated for a while, but still took out one, without saying anything, and stuffed it into Zhao Meng's palm just like Zhao Meng did just now.

"Huh?" Zhao Meng was taken aback, "Little brother, uncle eats cigarettes, not sugar."

Song Qiran thought that meant rejection.He didn't speak, and lifted the schoolbag on his back without moving.

But Zhao Meng immediately peeled off the candy wrapper very readily, and threw it into his mouth. The momentum of the enhanced mint breathed down his throat and reached his stomach. Out of breath, there was a "hiss", and half of his face was wrinkled from the cold.

He coughed twice, stood up, and stroked Song Qiran's hair casually.

"But for the sake of your cuteness, uncle makes an exception and eats it once."

That was the second time Zhao Meng touched his hair.Relatives in the family like to touch his head. His natural hair grows soft and soft, and he is a good-natured person. When the people who touch his head open their mouths, most of them will praise him for being cute.He didn't know that it was actually a polite remark, otherwise, how could the person who answered the police not remember his name when he clearly showed his student ID on the day he reported the crime.

Song Qiran was depressed.He bid farewell to Zhao Meng and walked home alone along the fence outside the No. [-] Middle School.Outside the wall, there is a long newspaper column in No. [-] Middle School.There are group photos of the students showing the class style, blackboard newspapers made by the students themselves, honors in group competitions, and a list of admitted students for the new semester that is updated once a year.

The string of forms for posting the list is very long and densely packed, with names, student numbers, and grades of various subjects. Song Qiran saw it. On the day when he wanted to reveal the list, the parents of the students would definitely crowd around and stare at it for a long time. Maybe they would all read it. until the eyes are dizzy.

Next to the string of forms, the commendation of the new middle school students' holiday comprehensive social practice competition is posted.Last summer vacation, the team that won the gold medal visited a local sewage treatment plant and made a detailed investigation and comparison of the environmental protection solutions for sewage treatment.That award is very important. It can not only be used for recommendation points, but also can be used to apply for scholarships. However, the social survey is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Individuals are not allowed to participate in the competition alone. They must be completed in a team. Most of the time of each holiday is spent Song Qiran, who used it to paint, had no interest in it in the past. Most of the time, he chose to ignore it and abstained directly.

But this year is different.

After school started again, he went to find Wei Xiaolong who was in the same grade but in a different class.

The simple track and field boy was taken aback.

"Why are you suddenly interested in social practice competitions? Doing social research is exhausting."

Song Qiran blinked.Wei Xiaolong was his best friend in No. [-] Middle School, but he lied that day instead of telling the truth.

During the winter vacation that year, he, Wei Xiaolong, and a few other classmates formed a research team, because he had to go home every Spring Festival, and Wei Xiaolong was from Qinghe like him, so the research team The site of the project was also selected in Qinghe.The other students are just nominal partners, and the actual work is done by Song Qiran and Wei Xiaolong.Fortunately, they were in their hometown in Qinghe, and the winter in the north was extremely cold. Song Xincheng, who was not on official business at that time, acted as a full-time driver for the two teenagers. He liked children and drove around Qinghe with the two students all day long. Going around, taking them to play and eat delicious food, Song Xincheng at that time was far less serious than later, always with a smile on his face, not at all like an uncle a generation away, but like a big brother As if, the three of them were making snowmen, playing snowball fights, and chasing back and forth in the thick snow, no matter how big or small, even Wei Xiaolong, who had some complaints about Song Qiran's vacation plan and was reluctant, fell in love with Song Xincheng. In the end, he didn't have the nerve to talk about Song Qiran's waywardness.

After the investigation, Song Qiran locked himself in the room and wrote the report for three days in retreat.He has a good mind and is serious about his work. When the holidays are over and the new semester is halfway through, the results of the competition's selection come down.Basically without any suspense, Song Qiran and his team won the award.He was the captain, and a registration photo with a big smile hung on the bulletin board, next to newspaper clippings and copies of his award certificates.

At that time, there were only two months left before the next high school entrance examination.

Song Qiran waited.Every day when he left school, he would deliberately pass the books and newspapers column, stand where the next year's rankings would be posted, and glance at his own photo in a blink of an eye.It's obvious, you should always be able to see it, he thought foolishly.

The photo is a registration photo, and there is only one face in total, and he has tried his best to make himself smile cutely.The most important thing is that his name is printed right below the photo.Three words, bold, very eye-catching, Song Qiran.

Song Qiran waited for two full months.

In the year when Zhao Dong's younger brother took the high school entrance examination, he officially entered the third year of high school and became a candidate.The first thing Song Qiran did when the school started was to go outside the school wall and search for each name by name through the window glass. He wanted to see if there were any candidates whose hometowns were from other places. Which class did you go to.

But there was no such person on the freshman list.

Song Qiran waited for another two weeks.After the mobilization meeting for the new candidates had passed, he couldn't wait any longer, so he picked one day at noon and went to the bookstore opposite the school to inquire about Zhao Meng.

Fortunately, he had the face of a three-good student, so the question he asked didn't sound too strange.

"You mean the one who inquired about the admission scores of No. [-] Middle School?" The proprietress had a weird expression on her face.

"Yes, the younger brother is the one who is a non-local candidate." Song Qiran hastily added.

"Ah, I see. You are talking about Xiao Zhao." The proprietress patted her thigh, "Yes, yes, his brother really wants to be admitted to your school."

"Then did you pass the exam?" Song Qiran asked.

"What's the test?" the proprietress smiled, "Xiao Zhao, you're just a fool. He knew how to ask the score line, and he forgot about the school selection fee."

"School selection fee?"

"It's expensive!" the proprietress clicked her tongue, "He doesn't even have a salary, so how can he afford such an expensive school? No, he didn't ask about it later, and let his younger brother study in his hometown."

Song Qiran stared blankly.It took a long time before I choked out the word "oh".

He just realized one thing that day.Zhao Meng has no money.

"Does it cost a lot of money to choose a school?" He asked Wei Xiaolong.

Wei Xiaolong was leaning on the concrete steps beside the playground to stretch his tendons, when he heard those words, he glanced at Song Qiran.

"I'm a special student who goes to school with a scholarship. If you ask me this, is my emotional intelligence a bit in arrears, young master?"

Song Qiran knew him well, so he wasn't shy and stuck out his tongue.

In fact, he has a vague memory. When he came to school in the provincial capital, it seemed that he paid more than 1 yuan, which is almost the annual income of an ordinary worker.

Seeing him in a daze, Wei Xiaolong made fun of him.

"If you're not in charge of the family, you don't know how expensive it is. With your non-human appearance, it's no wonder you study art."

"What happened to the art student?" Song Qiran looked up in surprise.

"It just depends on how nice you are," Wei Xiaolong told him. "At the beginning, I wanted to know that you were a rich man, so I wouldn't make friends with you. Do you know that ordinary people like us are most afraid of messing with you?" These artists."

"Why?" Song Qiran was even more surprised.

He learns art because he likes it. When he learns it, he needs to practice hard to understand it like everyone else. He doesn't think that the difference in family background can have much impact.

"I don't know, everyone thinks so anyway." Wei Xiaolong shook his head, "People who study art are all floating in the sky, not suitable for living at home. Just look at yourself, you have calculated that you have been painting since elementary school until now How much did you invest in total? Have you calculated the cost of a painting including the consumption of painting materials and ink? Have you calculated how long it will take to achieve the overall balance between input and output based on your expected income in the future? It looks like you don't even have an idea."

Song Qiran did not refute.He really has no idea.

"You are not as good as your second uncle." Wei Xiaolong poked him on the forehead, "Your second uncle watches and plays all day long, but he knows what to do. Before we did research together, I talked to him about family He said that he wanted to serve in the army after graduation. He told me that going directly to the army would be better than taking the college entrance examination for the number of national defense students. I’ve done all the calculations. I found out later that in the long run, it’s really worth taking the National Defense Student’s Examination. This is called knowing things in your heart, and this kind of talent can make you feel at ease.”

Song Qiran's eyes flickered.

"Really?" he asked, hugging his knees.

"Really." Wei Xiaolong answered him with certainty.

Song Qiran's expression was high for a moment, and then fell down for a moment.

"It's too late for you to say anything now."

Anyway, his younger brother doesn't come to school anymore, he doesn't look at the rankings anymore, and he doesn't look at my photos anymore.

Anyway, he just can't remember who I am, and he probably won't have a chance to remember me in the future.

His disappointment came suddenly, Wei Xiaolong looked at it, feeling baffled.He had finished warming up and was about to run a few laps. Before leaving, he remembered something, and turned back to stop the boy who was about to leave.

"By the way, have you read the notice on the bulletin board? Next Wednesday, the school will hold a lecture on safety knowledge. It will also organize a fire drill at noon. Those who volunteer to participate in the quality bonus points, I signed up. I will not talk to you at noon Let's eat together."

"Ah?" Song Qiran stopped suddenly, "Seminar on safety knowledge?"

"That's right, don't you know? It's jointly organized by the Ministry of Public Security and the Ministry of Education. The police station in each campus will send several policemen to give speeches."

"Do you know who will come?" Song Qiran asked.

Wei Xiaolong frowned, he tried to recall, and recited the names written in the notice.

Song Qiran's eyes lit up again.

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However, because Zhao Meng mentioned that he was not willing to eat that kind of good apple, that kind of good apple was given to Zhao Meng during his hospitalization.

In addition, Ranran, who originally only liked painting, chose art management when she changed her major at university because she was worried that Zhao Meng would dislike her for not knowing how to live after listening to Wei Xiaolong's words.Although he didn't remember Zhao Meng at that time, subconsciously he turned him into the person who is now doing project cost calculation and overall planning.

However, Zhao Meng has been becoming a more capable person.