heart to wild

In June, Yancheng is extremely hot.

The woman was walking on the tree-lined road in a floral skirt, with a plain woven bag on her arm that she bought from a trip to the south last year.

The sycamore trees above the head are densely shaded, but occasionally a few clumps of sunlight break through the encirclement and fall to the ground to form golden spots, but unfortunately none of them fall into the woman's arms.

Beside her, a tall boy was holding an umbrella handle with one hand, and the entire umbrella was lifted above his mother's head, while most of his shoulders fell on the shredded sunlight, as if scorched and lazy. drooping lazily.

The aunt who sells vegetables on the street has sharp eyes and saw the mother and son from a distance. As soon as Tong Qiyan approached, she spoke kindly and eagerly.

"Yo, Zisheng is coming down too? He's taking the exam in the past two days."

Umbrella holder Yu Zisheng was feeling drowsy, closed his eyes and let out a "hmm", then regained consciousness two seconds later, barely raised his eyelids, and called "Aunt Zhang".

Tong Qiyan glanced over the basket of juicy chrysanthemum chrysanthemums, a little tempted: "Sister Zhang, how do you sell this chrysanthemum chrysanthemum?"

"Two yuan a piece," Aunt Zhang smiled, "They are all grown by myself, and they are all natural."

Tong Qiyan nodded and was about to take out her mobile phone to pay the bill. The neighbor surnamed Zhang was bagging her, while quietly raising her eyes to look at the tall figure beside the woman, and asked as if nothing had happened: "I heard that the high school entrance examination is quite simple, Zisheng How is it this time, are you sure you will pass the exam?"

Tong Qiyan paused for a moment.

"This time" is "Which time", the serious freshman was ridiculed by her openly and secretly, like a mallet who failed to pass the exam after repeating the exam for 800 years.

Yu Zisheng still looked lazy, raised his arms with his bag in his pocket, and raised the umbrella over his mother's figure bent over to scan the code, and said lazily: "Do your best. He will never be as good as your son."

Aunt Zhang's son is good at studying, but he is too good for his mother, and his self-care ability is unimaginably poor. Last year, he entered the country's top institution of higher learning for two months and was sent back. Now he is still at home with nothing to do.

Aunt Zhang's face was as green as her natural chrysanthemum chrysanthemum.

After Tong Qiyan paid the money, she stood up and slapped Yu Zisheng's arm calmly, greeted Aunt Zhang with a nonchalant smile, and left.

Although it's quite a relief to hate people, but others don't know, Tong Qiyan knows her son's virtues - people speak from the heart, Yu Zisheng doesn't know at all, and if he knows, he doesn't care about Aunt Zhang's son being expelled from school.

The backs of the mother and son gradually drifted away, and occasionally a few words of conversation were stirred up in the hot air, and soon it was known that Cicada overwhelmed the limelight.

But at dinner, the topic of the afternoon was put on the table together with pineapple sweet and sour meat.

The woman had a sudden thought: "Hey, to be honest, if you don't get into high school, why don't you go learn beauty and hairdressing?"

The man and the young man at the same table scooped up the soup and picked up the vegetables, all calm.

Tong Qiyan glanced at the end of her hair that was burnt last time, and frowned: "But don't learn it in Yancheng, go to Jiangcheng, I heard that the craftsmanship is good there."

Mr. Yu Kun, the engineer, put the soup in front of his wife, and said calmly: "Lincheng is fine too. The one at the entrance of my university is 'Being from scratch'. I know the boss very well, and my son can be an apprentice directly."

Yu Zisheng politely participated in the discussion: "Actually, I still prefer to be a cook."

The couple began to think about which friend of their friend had contact with the restaurant, and the topic went astray after thinking about where to go this November.

Yu Zisheng just finished eating and quit the topic, and went to wash the dishes with a table of leftovers.

The high school entrance examination lasts for two and a half days, and the three kinds of people are the least anxious-the first one who is very good at learning, the first one who is extremely poor at learning, and the mentality is extremely relaxed no matter where they swim in the upper, middle and lower reaches.

It doesn't matter to him whether he can't go to high school, but if the test is too bad, the couple will pretend to cry at home every day.

In the hot summer, the old fan blades on the classroom ceiling weakly create hot air.

Yu Zisheng walked into the examination room and found his examination number to take a seat. He kicked the leg of the stool that looked like an honest and good student in front of him, and asked in a flat tone, "How are you doing?"

He thought he was very easy-going and friendly, but he didn't expect that the boy from the same school couldn't help trembling when he saw such a handsome face for the first time: "...can pass the exam."

Yu Zisheng nodded, quite satisfied: "Then copy it for me?"

The boy continued to nod his head.

OK, you can sleep now.

Yu Zisheng thought for a while, then raised his head from the table where he was lying on his stomach, lazily poked the boy's trembling back, and added: "Only copy the multiple-choice questions, and don't bother to read the big ones."

"...Okay, okay."

Although it is not as good as the college entrance examination, which is a narrow road to single out thousands of troops, the high school entrance examination is also a serious national academic level test. Yu Zisheng has no sense of morality, and the little boy sitting in front is not very reliable. It’s like a different person, full of energy and high spirits, the little pen is very devoted and focused, completely forgetting that there is a lazy looking dog sitting behind him, but it seems that he can not be a human after waking up.

Yu Zisheng held his chin and looked at the back of the elementary school bully for a while, but it was rare for him not to maintain his jerk personality.

Surrounded by the sound of flipping papers and writing quickly, he looked down at the blank Chinese test paper for a while, and half a minute later, he picked up his own black fountain pen from the table.

From a very young age, Yu Zisheng has been lethargic and lazy, except for being able to lift his spirits a little bit when playing basketball, according to his cousin Jiang Zhai (zhái), his brother is usually like a walking dead.

But this walking corpse has always been very sensitive to the bell for the end of class. After the exam, the teacher sorted out the test papers, and the little boy who packed up the stationery finally remembered the "not to be offended" instruction before the exam, and suddenly woke up and was afraid.

But when he looked back tremblingly, the Zombie King had already turned his pen and disappeared.

On the eve of the high school entrance examination, some people lit the lamps to read at night, some went to bed early, and some people left messages on niche music platforms with a youthful and non-mainstream heart: "The high school entrance examination will be the day after tomorrow! Come on for me!"

At one o'clock in the morning, his mother took him to the temple to pray for blessings, and then went to the church to worship without paying attention.When I got home, I was surprised by the snacks in the house.

Ms. Ding Yuan was born in a big family, and she was very generous even with her helper and auntie when she bought things. Yu Dian looked at the collection of her favorite snacks on weekdays and laughed so stupidly.

Ding Yuan sat with him on the plush carpet and counted chocolates, the long skirt was spread on the floor, like a Rieger crabapple in full bloom.

The woman's voice couldn't tell the age, like a sister in her twenties, or a girl in her teens: "I asked Sister Manman to buy it for you to celebrate the high school entrance examination. When do you want to eat it, baby?"

Yu Dian was a little entangled: "...Then, let's try it after the exam."

Ding Yuan was a little regretful: "Okay."

Yu Dian: "...how about we eat some of it first?"

Ding Yuan smiled: "Okay!"

In the afternoon, the mother and son sat in the greenhouse and played flying chess all afternoon with candies in their mouths. The Chinese books were spread out on the carved chair next to them, and no one cared about them.

Unsurprisingly, he suffered from insomnia at night, Yu Dian hugged his teddy bear pillow, rubbed his eyes and turned on the phone to reply to Xiao Jiang Zhai's message.

Before locking the screen, he habitually logged into his usual music app, and was surprised to find that the comment he posted before going to bed last night had received thousands of likes and blessings from the string of numbers marked in red.

There are thousands of users of this software?

Yu Dian yawned, thinking that the netizens are so friendly.

He turned over and remembered that he was asking for a lottery in the temple in the morning. Everyone came to study, but he inexplicably shook out a marriage lottery for the lottery.

The more he thought about it, the more strange he became, the boy with an internet addiction clicked on Weibo, and suddenly saw something, and instantly became depressed and sleepy.

The little prince in the crystal ball, who is said to be extremely accurate, said that Pisces will soon have bad luck.

So in the afternoon, you should resist the temptation of flying chess and memorize the text!

Yu Dian sniffed, and gradually fell asleep while reciting "He Dang cut the candles in the west window together, the candles turn into ashes and tears dry".

The phone slipped from his palm, the screen lit up, and the little prince of the crystal ball updated a Weibo a second ago.

"But wait a moment, the once-in-a-lifetime luck for Pisces will arrive later."

He didn't sleep well the night before, but the young man had the most energy, and the stupid fish was a lively little carp again in the morning.

Yu Dian is sweet, this one is delicious, that one is also delicious, coaxing Sister Manman to smile, wishing to cook him a full banquet on the spot.

The bell in the living room rang, and Ding Yuan got up to answer the phone. When she heard the voice from the other end of the radio wave, the beautiful smile in the woman's eyes faded a little.

"Baby, come and answer Dad's call."

Yu Dian choked on the milk, his heart beat wildly, walked out of the restaurant, and took the microphone of the same TV series as the rich family from his mother. He opened his mouth, and suddenly found that he was even hoarse.

"Dad." Timidly.

The background sound on the other end of the phone was very quiet, and Yu Qiyun's tone was as calm as ever: "Today is the senior high school entrance examination, isn't it?"

Yu nodded, remembering that his father couldn't see, felt stupid, and quickly replied: "Yes, father."

The other side was silent again, wondering if there was no one else.

Yu Dian scratched the tip of his nose and whispered, "Father, I will take the exam well."

Yu Qiyun suddenly said: "Okay, come on."

Hanging up the phone, Yu Dian went back to drink milk in a daze.

Yu Qiyun put down his mobile phone, ignored the silent subordinates at the table in the conference room, and raised his hand to signal for the person playing the PPT to continue introducing the preferential plan for high school and college entrance examination students just now.

On the afternoon of the second day of the senior high school entrance examination, it rained heavily during the examination, and the rain did not stop when I walked out of the examination room.

Tong Qiyan has always paid attention to the weather forecast, and she insisted on Yu Zisheng to take the umbrella under the scorching sun this afternoon, and it really came in handy at this moment.

In the past two days, parents have been very careful. There are not a few people who hold umbrellas, but there are always a few poor little ones nesting in the corner and being silly.

Surrounded by crowds of people and colorful umbrellas everywhere, Yu Zisheng caught a glimpse of a child hugging his knees by the wall of the teaching building from the corner of his eye, and he always felt that that dejected little head looked like something.

like what.

He thought, like the silly dog ​​downstairs in his house that wags its tail when it sees people.

He hates silly dogs the most.

Yu Dian is having a stomachache.

As an elementary school scum who loves to study, Yu Dian has awareness and dreams, but unfortunately, eating canned red bayberries last night made his stomach hurt, his stomach hurts, and his head hurts.

It was raining heavily outside, and when he was sitting in the examination room answering the history questions, he couldn't remember what Qin Shihuang's three major achievements were, so he had to write "August [-]st Nanchang Uprising" in a dizzy manner.

He wasn't stupid enough yet, the stars in his eyes were less than a dozen at the moment, and he immediately remembered what nonsense he had written just now.

Oh, what a loss!He will never eat canned bayberry again this month!

The rain today was so heavy, it was as heavy as the day Murong Yunhai and Chu Yuxun broke up.

The pain in the stomach came and went, and he was a little delicate, wanting to wipe his tears, struggling to find out from the schoolbag on his back the umbrella that Ding Yuan stuffed him in front of the door.

But in the next second, a warm orange shadow stopped above his head.

On the ground in front of him was a pair of VANS graffiti co-branded just released last month, the orange color descended from a height, and Yu Dian subconsciously held the long handle that the man had loosened while pinching the tip of the umbrella.

He is wrapped in warm colors.

Yu Dian raised his umbrella blankly and looked up, but he only had time to see a tall figure with a canvas bag propped on top of his head with one hand, and with his bag in his pocket, he walked around passers-by and disappeared into the rain.

The heavy rain was pouring, and Yu Zisheng walked out of the school gate leisurely like going shopping in the rain. Yu Kun, who was waiting for him in the car, was shocked when he saw it, and immediately jumped out with an umbrella and walked to his son: "Where's your mother's umbrella?"

Why are you still scolding people?

It was raining too much, and the canvas bag looked like a decoration.

Yu Zisheng has sunken eye sockets and a straight nose bridge, but he is a pure-bred Chinese with half of Europa's facial features, like an ancient Greek sculpture, unable to hide and be embraced by nympho raindrops.

Dang's father's question was both angry and anxious in his ears, but the pitiful figure of the little silly dog ​​in the corner flashed before his eyes.

Yu Zisheng twitched the corners of his mouth disinterestedly: "Ah, I've shown my love."

"Shut up now."

Yu Kun thought he lost his umbrella and was talking nonsense, immediately stuffed the brat into the car and turned on the air conditioner to keep warm, hoping in his heart that this little bastard would fight for a bit, so that at least he would be healthy until tomorrow.

The black Beijing Hyundai engine started and moved slowly in the sea of ​​cars.

Yu Dian, who had just been offered love, came out of the school gate with an orange umbrella that didn't belong to him, rubbing his pantothenic acid stomach for a while, and rubbing the corners of his eyes for a while.

Ding Yuan waited for him in the car for a long time. When she saw her son's sad appearance after failing the exam, she didn't care whether the umbrella he was holding belonged to her. She immediately opened the car door and pulled him in. A delicate face with a little baby fat: "What's the matter, baby?"

The pain in his stomach started to get better inexplicably when he walked into the rain with an umbrella just now, so he put away the umbrella with dripping water and put it in the storage box that the driver uncle had already prepared.

But the color of this umbrella is too bright. When Yu Dian rubbed his eyes, he always felt that he saw a plate of fruits that were not in season.

He whispered in a daze, "Mom, I want to eat canned oranges."

The TV in the living room broadcasts the social justice of the police and the civilians in the heavy rain to guide the traffic and escort the high school entrance examination students. At the dining table, Tong Qiyan and the unlucky father who just came out of the hot shower in the bathroom are sitting at the dining table.

Three years of studying hard in the cold window, in order to become famous this time, even the Yu family couple who had long since given up their dream of having a child, quietly improved their food for two months.

When the mother was still at dinner, she tried to be kind to her son: "Don't be stressed, you are our good boy if you do well in the exam or not."

Yu Zisheng was a little tricked by the rain, sniffing his nose sounded quite moved.

Tong Qiyan's mother's love exploded. Just as she was about to serve her son a bowl of pearl, emerald and white jade soup, she heard Yu Zisheng yawn, put her hands on half of her face and said sleepily, "What did you say? You're pregnant with another one?"

"..."

Yu Kun really took a lot of effort to hold his wife from reaching out and dunking his son's face into the soup bowl.

There is only half a day left in the senior high school entrance examination.

Although he threatened the elementary school bully at first, Yu Zisheng did all the subjects for the past two days by himself.

He said it was disgusting, but it could be seen that Tong Qiyan had been very serious about cooking in the past two months, so when she picked up the pen, she really tried to pull out some poor sobriety from the drowsiness all over the sky.

Regardless of whether it is right or not, as a reward for maternal love, just fill the answer sheet.

Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, he did use his brain a little bit, and he was a little sleepy.

Sleepy again.

To him, cold medicine is no different from sleeping pills. Tong Qiyan put a cup of hot water on the bedside table to prevent him from dying of thirst after waking up.

The door and lights were closed thoughtfully, and the sound insulation in the house was good, but Yu Zisheng's ears could not be stopped, and he was drowsy and caught the broken words of "lost the umbrella", "stinky boy" and "love me to death" from the whispers of his parents.

Is it because I feel sorry for the umbrella or the brat.

Yu Zisheng twitched the corners of his mouth, lazily buried his face in the fluffy pillow, and suddenly remembered that little silly dog ​​for no reason.

The rain is so heavy, I don't know if I got wet.

He was so sleepy that he fell asleep in the next second.

Before he even had time to react, was the silly dog ​​he was thinking of just now the gray Chinese pastoral dog lying downstairs in his house, or the silly, slightly cute one squatting at the door of the teaching building? puppies.

He even forgot that the one he hates the most is the silly dog.