Yama

After Ji Qiao and Yan Erbo finished talking, they walked out a short distance away, and felt a little dizzy. After thinking about it, he turned back to the dormitory.A group of people in the dormitory were startled when they saw Ji Qiao coming in. They saw that Ji Qiao's cheeks were blood red, her forehead was wet with moisture, and spots spread from her face to her neck.

Sun Xiaojun watched him climb onto the bed and lay down, and hurriedly asked, "Ji Qiao, are you alright?"

After a while, Ji Qiao said, "It's okay..."

It's just that the people in the room didn't believe it very much, and not long after that, many people found excuses to leave.

In fact, Ji Qiao's tan is really not heavy, not as bad as he went downstairs to do exercises before, but this time the reaction is not small, the red spots on Ji Qiao's face not only did not fade with time, but gradually moved to the front of the limbs chest, and at night it even faintly had a fever.

The next day everyone else got up, only Ji Qiao was still in the quilt, Sun Xiaojun called him carefully, but there was no response after calling a few times, and he felt terribly hot when he touched it.

He immediately wanted to inform the teacher to send Ji Qiao to the infirmary. Ji Qiao opened her eyes in a daze, and only asked Sun Xiaojun to help him get allergy medicine and antipyretic medicine from his cabinet.

Sun Xiaojun was very worried, "Can this food be eaten together?"

But no matter how good Sun Xiaojun tried to persuade him, Ji Qiao persisted, he didn't want to trouble others, and he didn't want to make things big.

Ji Qiao almost knew what was going on with her, allergies broke out so easily, and it was because of the decline of her own immunity, which caused a fever and a cold followed closely behind.It wasn't a serious illness, but it was enough to torment Ji Qiao to the point of killing most of her life.

When it was only three or two days before the college entrance examination, Ji Qiao was still so uncomfortable that he couldn't get out of bed, he just stared at the ceiling in a daze, his eyes were burning brightly from the high fever, and his mind was in chaos.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and lightly touched the blood-red agate plaque hanging on his chest. Although it had been submerged by his body temperature, the tentacles were still slightly cool and slippery. Ji Qiao pressed him to his heart, Slowly, it seemed to relieve the burning and dull feeling rising up.

He closed his eyes exhaustedly, moved his lips, as if muttering something, but fell asleep again in a short while.

At this time, in front of the dormitory building, a person stood silently in the shade of a tree, holding a mobile phone, looking at the screen from time to time, and looking at the window on the third floor, hesitating whether to send a text message or make a call , because he hasn't seen each other for many days, worrying if he is sick, or if he has a good rest.

After struggling again and again, he gritted his teeth and put the phone back, then left without looking back.

……

However, because of Ji Qiao's cold, fever and allergies, the originally bustling dormitory has suddenly become the loneliest place in the building these two days. They are all afraid of being infected and affecting the exam, and only Sun Xiaojun eats three meals a day He brought food for Ji Qiao, fed him medicine, and occasionally the two of them discussed topics together, and Ji Qiao had to give him some pointers, which made it through this period of time.

The day before the college entrance examination, Ji Qiao was finally able to get out of bed. He shook his hands and feet and cleaned himself up well, then prepared all his things, looked at the phone that had been silent for a while, and pressed the switch to turn it off.

Everyone went to bed early that night, but everyone knew that no one fell asleep yet.

Ji Qiao saw the moon hanging high in the sky through the window, there was no cloud around, and the bright yellow ball was very clear. He looked at it and felt that his eyes were a little blurred, as if he had returned to a certain year. Staring at the moon outside through the window like this, wondering if such a person was staring at the same place as him at that moment...

In a daze, Ji Qiao fell asleep.

He had a dream, the plot of the dream was very illogical, there were three people playing basketball, and whoever could throw the ball into the basket could go to the university he wanted to go to, his physical strength was always bad, but in the dream, he But it seemed like he had endless strength, but even though Ji Qiao worked very hard, he still didn't make a single shot.

Does that mean that Ji Qiao can't choose any school? !

For a moment, great despair enveloped him, and just when Ji Qiao was on the verge of falling and couldn't believe it, suddenly his hand was held by someone. The man's palm was warm and strong, and he gently said to Ji Qiao: "Where are you going? Where are you going...

Ji Qiao opened her eyes suddenly, it was dawn, and because of a dream, cold sweat soaked his clothes.

……

The students of the Affiliated Middle School were divided into three exam rooms, east, west, and east. Although they were not too far away, Ji Qiao had just recovered from a serious illness and hadn't gotten out of bed for a week. At this moment, a little running around had already made him pale.No one he knew was with him, but he met He Ping, glanced at Ji Qiao from a distance, and then turned away as if he didn't know him.

In the first Chinese test, Ji Qiao's answer was fairly smooth, but he was sitting by the window. Although the curtains were drawn, the little bit of heat reflected on his face through the thin veil still made Ji Qiao a little nervous. fidgeting.

At noon, he didn't want to eat anything. He only drank a couple of sips of water and lay still on the table in the lounge. Even though he had tried his best to recharge his energy, in the afternoon, Ji Qiao's condition was worse than in the morning. The math teacher who invigilated the exam noticed that this boy, who was obviously in a bad complexion, had pale lips and lines of sweat dripping down his cheeks.

It's just that after asking, I got a very firm negative answer.The teacher has seen too many students who have various overreactions due to nervousness or psychological reasons. As long as Ji Qiao doesn't fall down, they can only observe and deal with it.

Finally, when the exam was over, Ji Qiao dropped the pen in his hand. His palms were soaked with sweat, and he was so soft that he could hardly even write. Fortunately, he had already passed half of the difficulty. , Ji Qiao is determined, she will be able to hold on.

Just like that, even I couldn’t fully recall how I had endured these two days. When the bell rang on the second day, which meant that the time for the last English subject was up, Ji Qiao fell down on the desk powerlessly, I didn't move for a long time.

Unlike those examinees who haven't realized that the nightmare is over and are only excited about the answers, Ji Qiao clearly realizes that it's all over.

It's all over...

He did everything he could to get closer to the future he wanted.

The rest is no longer in his hands.

……

Yan Cheng's exam was also over, and unlike Ji Qiao's exhaustion, he seemed very calm, whether it was everyone's nervousness before the exam, or the excited cheers after the exam, Yan Cheng didn't participate. Only when Wu Zixu asked how he was doing, Yan Cheng nodded.

As soon as he left the examination room, the grandmother on the other end called and asked him when he could come back.

How can grandma be such a anxious person, and Yan Cheng has finished the exams, so she can't wait to say anything, so it can be seen that this is not what she meant. Of course, at this moment, it is rare for grandma and Mrs. Yan to maintain their positions They all agree that they all hope that Yan Cheng can stay under their noses as much as possible. For this reason, grandma does not hesitate to let him go back to City A as soon as possible.

Yan Cheng didn't resist, and obediently agreed, and Yan Cheng left, Hong Hao and Wu Zixu didn't have much point in keeping it, and Wu Zixu had a bit of trouble with Jiang Zhen recently, no matter how much he coaxed the girls, he would always be cold-faced. Yes, it made Wu Zixu helpless, so he simply went back first and then made a long-term plan, so the group packed their luggage as quickly as possible and started their vacation career ahead of schedule.

Yan Cheng came back obediently, and the happiest one was the old man Yan, seeing that his grandson stayed at home after the exam and did not go out to play. Although the old man was happy to see him, he was afraid that he would be really bored, so he rarely suggested to let Yan Cheng go out go around.

It just so happened that Yan Cheng received a call asking him out, so he agreed, but said that he would be back soon.

When we arrived at the designated location, this time it was not a messy nightclub KTV, but a piano.

Liao Yuandong didn't ask for a box, but found an inconspicuous corner to sit, smoking while watching the luthier playing the piano in the middle of the venue, Yan Cheng saw him at a glance when he walked in.

As soon as Liao Yuandong raised his head, his lonely expression one second seemed to be an illusion, but the next moment he grinned, still wild and evil.

"Why, it looks better than I imagined." He rubbed his chin and laughed.

Yan Cheng opened the chair and sat down, and asked the waiter to order a glass of water.

"You're good too." Yan Cheng returned.

Liao Yuandong smiled, "I'm not as calm as you."

Seeing that Yan Cheng had no expression, Liao Yuandong asked again, "When did you contact him?" Who did this "he" ask, so it doesn't need to be stated clearly.

Yan Cheng turned on his phone and looked at it. The last call was more than a week ago.

"How long has he been ignoring you?"

Being questioned so straightforwardly, Liao Yuandong didn't feel ashamed, and flicked the cigarette ash, "You guys won't be able to find anyone after the exam. Damn, if I knew I shouldn't worry about the shitty college entrance examination, why not?" I gave him a break, and I really can't let go at all." After talking about it, he inevitably gritted his teeth.

Yan Cheng thought about Wang Xitang's complexion recently, it was indeed much better than before, it can be seen that there is no plague god behind him, the difference is not small.Yan Cheng fiddled with the lighter, and suddenly asked, "Far East, have you ever thought about the future?"

Liao Yuandong was taken aback, probably thinking of the situation Yan Cheng was facing now, it was rare that he didn't chat with him like before, instead he asked, "Have you thought about it?"

Yan Cheng looked at the extinguishing fire in his hand, and said after a long time, "I really didn't think about it before, but I have to think about it recently."

"The results of it?"

"I ended up feeling like I was living my life with dogs."

Liao Yuandong was amused, "So you want to give up and live from scratch?"

Yan Cheng lit a cigarette from Liao Yuandong's cigarette case, took a puff and exhaled a smoke ring, and asked, "Then will you give up?"

Liao Yuandong looked directly at Yan Cheng, and was shocked by the deep look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice for a moment, "I won't give up, and I won't start over..."

Yan Cheng nodded, then took another deep breath, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, got up and walked outside.

Before leaving, Liao Yuandong heard him say, "I want to give up and start over..."