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The winter vacation came quietly in this gloomy atmosphere.

After the red report card came out, Yu Jinle was able to keep his expression calm.

It was only after he entered high school that his grades became popular. The higher the enrollment rate of a school like Tuzhong, the less he will deliberately trick the students. The teachers are very busy, and they are still busy after the daily class hours. With all kinds of Olympiad teams, as long as the average student does not perform particularly exceptionally well, the comprehensive score at the end of the semester can generally be rated at [-], which saves the make-up exam and saves a lot of teaching resources.

Yu Jinle's winter vacation itinerary is very simple. After handing in the illustrations before the deadline, he only ran around the store at home. Occasionally, Wu Zefei and Zhuang Erdong called to come to the door, so he would go out to let the wind go.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and Zheng Manman called on the 28th day of the new year, which is an early New Year's greeting. She and Yu Jinle were forgotten by the family when they were young, and they went to school together. They are also uncles with Yu's father and mother. The aunt shouted warmly, a well-educated rich girl, not spoiled or self-willed, decent and generous, comprehensive, always more attractive and likable.

Yu Jinle wrapped up the checked blood pressure monitor and handed it to his father, and when he turned around, he heard the voice of his mother holding the phone intermittently: "...Oh, I won't be back this year...It's a pity...There is no holiday for the Spring Festival ...Your parents want to kill you..."

The Yu family's store business is only closed from the first day to the third day of the Lunar New Year, 360 days a year, so Yu's father and mother always attach great importance to this festival, even those who do not have a Spring Festival holiday abroad.

"Mom, Manman spent Christmas over there!" He couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Mother Yu heard the disgust from her son, and said dissatisfiedly: "I know that Christmas is celebrated abroad, but last year, Manman came back to celebrate the New Year!"

Yu Jinle zipped his mouth and shut up.

Yes, last year, that is, last year, Zheng Manman did return to China before the Spring Festival, and a group of older kids who didn’t know whether they were friends in kindergarten, primary school or high school went to Zheng’s company to play for a day—it turned out that it’s been a year. ...

He sighed softly, seeing Qian Xiaoshan moving a chair and cracking melon seeds in front of the store, he also brought a small plastic chair over to her.

"Aren't you stupid, sit on the side of the road and eat melon seeds." He then grabbed a handful of melon seeds and accompanied her to eat together.

Qian Xiaoshan gnawed the melon seeds loudly, not seeing him disgusted but also stealing them, "Then don't steal my melon seeds, brother, you are not stupid if you say so!"

Yu Jinle smiled, "If one person is stupid, two people will not be stupid."

Qian Xiaoshan wanted to give him the middle finger.

Yu's mother's voice was not low, and after asking questions about returning to China during the Spring Festival, she began to worry about whether people were used to living abroad and whether the language communication was good. All this worrying made people suspect that it was her own daughter who lived there.

The two of them guarded the doors of each store, listening to Yu's mother talking on the phone amidst the horns of cars on the side of the road.

Qian Xiaoshan was delighted when she heard it: "In ancient times, you two would have to be childhood sweethearts, right? When you were young, you secretly decided to marry me for life when you grow up."

It must be a sad drama, the kind where the poor boy abducts the rich girl to elope.

Yu Jinle rolled her eyes, and didn't bother to talk to her, a young girl who had been poisoned by romance novels for a long time.

A big black shark stopped at the door of the store, Yu Jinle quickly put down his legs, a middle-aged man got out of the car with a gift box of tea, Yu Jinle hurriedly got up and called out: "Uncle Hua."

The festival atmosphere in China is like this. The Spring Festival is just around the corner, and my father’s business friends are busy giving gifts to each other. The most basic exchanges are tobacco, wine and tea, which are not of high value. It probably means to continue to take care of each other in the coming year.

Uncle Hua nodded, and asked him "it's a holiday" in a friendly manner, then carried his things into the store, and Yu Jinle sat back to listen to Qian Xiaoshan's gossip.

"Hey, I said Lele, have you noticed, why are there so many girls around you with such heavy names?" Qian Xiaoshan licked her creamy melon seeds, and followed her Jin Le shared her little discovery, "Look, what kind of Chen Miaomiao and Wang Jingjing are in your class, and now there is Zheng Manman, you said that people from our parents' era really think this heavy name is nice , or is it really convenient to name it?"

Back when she was still thinking about Bian Xiang, she kept running around Yu Jinle's class, and she didn't know any of the girls who were close to Yu Jinle, no matter whether they were public or private.

Yu Jinle knocked off a piece of melon seed skin, and the flat skin was stuck to the outer layer of the cotton coat by static electricity, and it took a long time to pick it off from the clothes.

"Then you ask why your mother didn't name you Qian Shanshan?"

Qian Xiaoshan laughed and cursed: "Yu Lele, you are crazy!"

He'd rather be crazy—well, that's about it.

He was a bit nervous, and when Uncle Ganghua's big black shark appeared, his eyes dazzled and his legs almost gave way.

Recently, he really couldn't sleep well. In the dream, there was nothing but a certain person disappearing in all kinds of weird ways. It was too exciting.

Yu Jinle's anxiety was not without source.

Ever since Sister Chun brought Shen Yunjia over for a home visit, thinking about it, she has never been to his house. Now they only maintain the most basic contact of a few text messages a day, without any real communication, probably just to let the other party know that they are still alive In the meaning.

People are so weird, every day when we meet at school, copying homework, drinking a drink, and other trivial matters can be talked about for a long time. Now that I don't see anyone, even if I want to talk, I don't know how to find a topic.

Apart from their high school life together, they didn't even meet each other in their private circles of friends, and even Zheng Manman, who probably had a relationship with sweet potato vines, was thousands of miles away.

Powerless alienation, it's useless to worry, this kind of drifting away is not because of lack of cherishing or lack of affection, but lack of fate.

No matter how much Yu's mother likes to think about it, she can't go beyond her own son. She raised her three cubs in a circle, and she didn't dare to give them too much pocket money or give them too much freedom. She had to guard them for two nights Only when the lights are turned off by the rules can we feel at ease, because we are afraid that they will derail and go astray in their growth.She moved home every day because of Xijiawa's success, and she was willing to spend tens of thousands to let Yu Jinle enter the middle school these years, but what she was afraid of was that he went to the upper middle school to make friends and accidentally missed his life.Thinking that she is now a problem student in the school that Sister Chun said, skipping classes, disobedient to discipline, rebellious, with serious faults on her body but still not restrained, it is natural that her mother is also a person who has half a foot on the blacklist.

Who is it?It's not that he can say good things and be pleasing, but that he is naturally astute and quick, and his ability to observe faces and see subtleties is almost a conditioned reflex engraved in his bones.

Therefore, Yu Jia resolutely avoided suspicion. Instead of seeing with his own eyes his mother, who is usually very enthusiastic about him, with worries and vigilance written on his face, it would be better if he retreated three points.

Just treat him as too busy to take care of him!

In fact, he does look too busy kicking the back of his head.

After the exam, Yu Jinle didn't see it and thought about it—he didn't even go back to the school to get the report card, and the student handbook with the red cover is still in Jinle's hands.

The few text messages every day are only maintained to the extent that Yu Jinle can know his basic activities.As for any other news, Yu Jinle has no idea at all. In order not to waste the phone bill, he has no chance to use the next illustration fee. The few photos of Grandpa Mao that he earned for the first time are still neatly stacked. Caught in the thick modern Chinese dictionary.

The store door was wide open, and Uncle Hua and his father chatted from behind from time to time. After talking about which hospital plans to add new items, you can try to make friends with the department director. These topics are always inseparable. Mother Yu seemed to have finished talking with Zheng Manman on the phone, and then sat back at the coffee table to help greet the guests.

After a few rounds of tea, the expressions of the few people became more serious. The dark room furniture of the official family always carries such a secret legendary color for the ordinary people who work hard for three meals a day.

"The former city bureau chief..."

Temporary vendors put up couplets and blessings on the side of the road. Among the busy traffic, passers-by and cars buying New Year's goods and flowers came one after another. The pre-holiday atmosphere was finally at its extreme.

"Trial... the provincial capital..."

"After a year..."

Yu Jinle squatted on the stool, leaning against the pillar, and let his eyes go blank. Qian Xiaoshan seemed to say something to him again, and he was messed up in the surrounding environment. The inside was sticky, and he pinched the phone in his pocket at a loss, rolling it in his palm and it was hot.

His Xiaobai is gone.

He thought... what?

Qian Xiaoshan leaned on the other side of the pillar, looked at the heavy sky and muttered to herself: "It's going to rain..."

Yes, it's going to rain.

The heavy rain couldn't survive the New Year's Eve, so it came down at about eleven o'clock in the evening with the cold wind crackling. While closing the windows at home, Yu's mother shivered, "It seems that this year's Spring Festival will not stop. Living."

The football game on the sports channel is in full swing. Dad Yu is drinking hot duck soup, his eyes are still glued to the TV screen, and he continues without raising his head, "It's not interesting to celebrate the New Year now. It rains best, just at home There is no need to go anywhere.”

He is used to being exhausted, and it is rare for him to take such a few days off throughout the year. The store has been open for a long time, and even during the holidays, he often encounters old customers who are in urgent need of something. Little list, he had to make a trip.

Yu Jin'an and Yu Jinyao fell asleep on the sofa with pillows on one of Yu Jinle's thighs.

"These two debt collectors don't go back to the room to sleep when they're sleepy!" Mother Yu saw the three of them after drying the clothes, and couldn't help muttering, "It's so cold, don't call mom when you catch a cold!"

After speaking, he gave Yu Jinle another look, "Quickly tell them to get up and go back to their room to sleep!"

Yu Jinle was helpless, he was pestered to make up stories about "the wolf eating the lamb" and "the hunter and the wolf" for a long time. The two little guys finally fell asleep peacefully. Didn't you do useless work?

He took out a pillow and placed it under Jin An's head lightly, then gently moved Yu Jinyao, hugged her sideways, and planned to solve the two in two trips.

Seeing this, Yu's mother stopped talking.

After Yu Jinle moved the two debt collectors back to the house and settled them down, Mother Yu looked at him and hesitated to speak.

"What are you doing?" He stretched his waist. He was also a little tired after helping to clean the house these two days.

"That classmate of yours..." Mother Yu still couldn't hold back, "Does Xiaoxiang still contact you?"

Yu Jinle knew her worries and her painstaking efforts, but he just couldn't understand.

The essence of people is there, even if they don't trust and think blindly like him, it's hard for them to even have the most basic ability to judge?

Sister Chun told him a lot during the countless times of calling him, among which there was no such thing as adolescence with unstable temperament and easy to get into trouble. Children with "incomplete personalities" criticize, but have they ever thought about it——

Gossip is better than poisonous snakes and beasts.

How much of all the uneasiness is brewed by individuals?How many are blood-mouthed fangs fabricated by word of mouth?The invisible weapon that kills people is carried out by this group of "innocents" who use the slogan of care and love.

Yu Jinle felt tired for no reason. He went back to his room, and the window with the curtains drawn was getting darker and darker in the darkness, like a monster trying to swallow life.

The indicator light of the phone was flickering in the dark, and he clicked on the unlock button in the dark, ignoring his blood, the moment the phone was connected, hearing the "Hello" echoing in the empty street, his eyes were sore , blurted out: "Thinking, I miss you."