looking back inadvertently

In mid-June, it was extremely hot and dry, especially in the afternoon sun.

At the entrance of the canteen, Liang He leaned back on the reclining chair that was almost flat, holding Qin Ying's pentagonal bamboo fan in his hand. At first, he swayed it from time to time, trying to summon the non-existent cool breeze, and gradually became faint. Feeling sleepy, the fan was placed directly on the face.

On the street where the canteen is located, a few sycamore trees were sparsely planted, and it was still somewhat shaded, but the place where he lay was separated from the trees on both sides, and there was a gap for light leakage, so he didn't need to cover it with something. With a face, only to be exposed to the sun, Liang He didn't want to suffer from this.

The benefit of shade under the tree has not been lost, and the cry of cicadas can be heard clearly, which is more annoying than the sound of saws.The newly renovated asphalt road smelled of burning under the sun.Liang He shrugged his nose uncomfortably.

"Hello," he heard someone talking to himself in a half-dream and half-awake state, "excuse me—"

Liang He was just dazed, and he didn't fall asleep completely. He subconsciously removed the fan in his hand, squinted and glanced at the boy above his head: he was wearing the same style of school uniform as himself, and it belonged to their school.

Grandma's canteen is open diagonally opposite the school, and more than half of the people who come to buy things every day are students.

"Oh, what do you want?" Liang He stood up from the recliner before he could see the man's face clearly, and tugged at the crumpled school uniform T-shirt.

The boy was stunned for a moment: "Are you in charge of the store?"

Perhaps it was Liang He's school uniform that surprised him.He certainly doesn't come here often, anyone who is familiar with this store knows that Liang He often helps grandma look after the store.

"Yeah," Liang He met the boy's gaze, and realized that he looked familiar, and he should have met him on a special occasion, not on campus, nor at a canteen.The sweat on his forehead fell into his eyebrows, he raised the back of his hand to wipe it off, temporarily put aside distracting thoughts in his mind, and continued to ask, "What do you want?"

"I want a popsicle." The man was no longer curious, pointing to the freezer behind Liang He and said.

"Take it yourself."

The boy walked to the freezer, and Liang He looked at him from the side: the hair curtain is a bit long, hanging down to the thin black frame, he is gentle, and his skin is quite fair.This man's T-shirt was clean, unlike Liang He's neckline which was soaked with sweat and stuck to his neck, making it uncomfortable.

Liang He looked at it for a while, but he didn't remember where he saw it. Anyway, he is not a horny person, so let it be if he can't remember.

The boy picked very slowly, and never pushed the glass cover away. He opened it only after the decision was made, quickly took out one, and then pushed the cover back.

"how much is this?"

"piece."

Liang He took a coin from him and put it in the money drawer.

After they left, Liang He reached into his trouser pocket with his right hand and took out an old watch with a leather strap.He finds it uncomfortable to wear things on his wrist, and often puts his watch in his pocket or pencil case.The dial showed that it was almost afternoon class time.

Grandma should be up.

Liang He's grandma is Qin Ying.Qin Ying's house is above the canteen, an old residence of about [-] square meters.The canteen was previously run by grandparents together, but Qin Ying maintained it after her grandfather passed away.Liang Hyuk lives with her.

During the day, Liang He went to school, and Qin Ying looked after the store. After Liang He returned home, he would help as much as he could. For example, at noon, he was afraid that the old man would not be able to rest in the store, so he advised Qin Ying to go back to the upstairs room for an afternoon nap. Keep watching the store.However, thinking of dozing off all the time just now, Liang He felt a little embarrassed.

He stood outside the corridor and looked in.There was no gate downstairs, but one was installed last year, and walkie-talkies were installed in every household. Many old residents are not used to it, and they use bricks to cover the gate during the day, and it is still wide open.

Qin Ying came down from above.She was thinking about her grandson's school time, and had developed a fixed biological clock even during the lunch break. At this point, she woke up without being reminded, and staggered downstairs.Liang He helped to turn on the lights on the first floor, and the dark corridor suddenly lit up.

When Qin Ying came out, Liang He greeted, "Grandma, then I'm leaving!"

"Hey, cross the road slowly."

"understood!"

Liang He walked across the road while waving, and turned around at the school gate. Qin Ying was already sitting on the wooden stool by the door of the small shop, shaking the bamboo fan he had just used.

Half a month later, the final exam of the first year of high school ended, marking the end of this school year, and it was also time to divide into classes for arts and sciences.The head teacher asked students who chose liberal arts to fill in a form and hand it in.

No. [-] Middle School can be regarded as an upper-middle school in the city, but the strength here is science.It is common in society to place more emphasis on science than literature. Naturally, fewer students admitted to this school are willing to choose liberal arts, and they barely make up one or two classes every year.

Liang He sat in the corner of the back row, and the students around him were whispering and chatting, but there was no one filling in the note anyway.He didn't deliberately think about class division, he just bit his pen and stared blankly for a while, swiped the pen, wrote a few words on the list, walked onto the stage as if nothing had happened, and handed it to the head teacher.

Besides him, there were two other girls in the class who chose liberal arts.Those two are relatively strong in partial subjects, but Liang He belongs to the liberal arts and sciences. He said, "Are you sure?"

"Sure," he said.

This is the last half day before summer vacation.

After school at noon, Wen Hao, who had not seen him for several days, waited for him at the door of the class.He and Wen Hao are classmates in junior high school, but in different classes in high school.

Wen Hao approached him familiarly and put his shoulders on his shoulder: "How about it, are you studying science?"

Liang He thought it was too hot, so he pulled his arm down: "Liberal arts."

"What," Wen Hao opened his mouth instantly, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Liang He raised his left hand, making a gesture of bouncing, but it didn't hit his forehead. "Is there a problem with liberal arts? Did you choose science?"

"Of course I don't!" He said angrily, "I'm so bad at science, at least you can pass physics and chemistry, right? You almost got full marks in math this time!"

"The questions in the final exam are so simple, it doesn't mean anything if you really get a full score in the exam."

"Fuck," Wen Hao exploded immediately, "I didn't even get [-] points!"

"Then reflect on yourself," Liang He rolled his eyes, and went downstairs, "Besides, don't you have to study mathematics in liberal arts? You also know that I have a passing level in physics and chemistry. Science is so tiring."

Wen Hao followed quickly: "You don't have any passion for fighting?"

"Do you have one?"

"Don't compare with me, I'm just messing around," he teased, "It's over, I have to compete with you in the liberal arts class."

"You've been fooling around, why are you still arguing?"

"That's right," Wen Hao immediately returned to his hippie smile, "We might be in the same class when we study liberal arts, so it's more convenient to find you!"

"You think I'm willing to be found by you?" Liang He smiled lightly, pulling a little distance away from him as if disgusted.

Half of the reasons for choosing liberal arts are as he said, his science grades are indeed mediocre, and it would be a pity to lose them; .

Liang He crossed the road, went to the entrance of the canteen, and saw Aunt Feng, the proprietress of the shop next door, but not his grandma.Before the question was spoken, Aunt Feng took the initiative to tell him, "Your grandma is cooking upstairs."

"Oh, that--"

He wanted to say let him come to the store, but Aunt Feng stopped him: "You go up to eat too, I'll show you all for a while!"

"Well, okay, thank you then!" Liang He felt that it was more embarrassing to be polite to others. Aunt Feng was an acquaintance, so he flashed into the corridor without much entanglement.

There was a reliable employee in the commissary earlier, and Liang He's father helped him find it.However, after that girl went back to her hometown to get married, she got another one. Her hands and feet were not clean, and she was fired after less than a month of work, and she couldn't find a suitable candidate for the time being.

Cats with black, white and yellow patterns leaped down the steps.Liang He stopped in his tracks, knelt down and rubbed the top of its head: "Ah Hua, are you full?" The cat squinted its eyes as he felt it comfortably.

Ah Hua is the cat that Qin Ying picked up, and she has been with her for several years, but after all, it is an outside cat. go upstairs.

The cat has markings of several colors, so Qin Ying casually called it "Ahua".In the early years, Liang He complained about the vulgar name, but Qin Ying insisted on calling it that way, and he got used to it over time.

Qin Ying lived on the third floor, and the more Liang He walked up, the more fragrant the smell of the food—there must be braised pork!He ran up the last flight of stairs two steps at a time, and opened the door with the key.

"Liang He is back?" Qin Ying was a little deaf. She probably couldn't hear the door opening in the kitchen, but she had a little sense of it. Every time Liang He came back, she would notice it immediately.

"Well," Liang He put down his schoolbag, "Can you help me?"

"No need," she turned her head back and replied with her face turned away, "it's all done."

Liang He's school uniform had been worn all morning, and it smelled of tide sweat.He took off his shirt casually, threw it into the basin on the balcony, and washed his clothes shirtless. While washing, he put his head close to the faucet, and splashed water on his head, and the messy hair was covered with crystal water. beads.

When he changed into clean clothes and came over, Qin Ying also arranged the dishes.Liang He sat down at the table, there really was braised pork.He loves the braised pork made by Qin Ying the most. He put several kinds of ingredients and stewed it slowly over low heat, which is very tasty.

The foyer is small, almost an aisle, without air conditioning.Liang He plugged in the vertical fan and let it blow in a circular motion, somewhat relieving the summer heat.He said lightly about choosing a liberal arts class.

Qin Ying asked casually: "Do you like it?"

"Well, I like it quite a bit." It's definitely not up to the ideal height of life, but at least I like it better than Science.

Qin Ying didn't think too much about it: "It's fine if you like it."

"By the way, I saw Ah Hua in the corridor," Liang He said again, "Did you feed it?"

"Well," Qin Ying nodded, "It doesn't like cat food anymore."

"That's because you kept feeding it meat, and it got stuck in its mouth."

"Like you, too hungry."

Liang He chuckled: "Can you stop comparing me with cats?"

"Anyway, it's pretty much the same in my eyes." She lightly touched Liang He's pair of chopsticks that were going to pick up meat with her own chopsticks, "Don't just eat meat, eat vegetables and eggs."

"Okay, I know."

In the evening, Liang He's father, Liang Zheng, called. He first chatted with Qin Ying, and seemed to be planning to hire her a new employee. The two talked for a long time.The sound insulation effect of the old house is mediocre. Liang He is in the room, with noisy ears, and can hear Qin Ying's voice.After a while, Qin Ying called him to answer the phone.

When the other party asked about class division, Liang He explained it in one sentence.Liang Zheng didn't respond, he just said, "Well, I see."

Guess he doesn't care about such things.

Liang Zheng asked him if he wanted to live at home during the summer vacation, but Liang He refused.Going home is either guarding an empty room, or staring at Liang Zheng, so it's better to help Qin Ying more.

"Okay," Liang Zheng didn't insist, "Goodbye." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Liang He's tense shoulders drooped, and the busy tone of "beep" came from his ear, and he gently put down the microphone.