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No matter how tense and tough the college entrance examination was, the students still had to bite the bullet and take the exam, each according to his own ability and according to his destiny.

On the day of back-to-school, the senior three teaching building, which was originally the most depressing and quiet, became the noisiest place.

The head teacher stood on the podium, looked at the laughing and squabbling students in the classroom with loving eyes, and suddenly felt that they were cute when they made a fuss.

Today everyone will go their separate ways.

The students who had vowed to tear up the textbooks and exercises at the end of the college entrance examination did not actually tear up a paper in the end.These exercises once brought them pressure and fatigue, but they also recorded the sweat and heartache of the past three years.

How could I bear to tear it up to vent my anger.

Yan Qinsheng took out the thick test papers and textbooks from the desk and tidied them up, thinking that there would be no place to store so many books at home, and he could sell scraps for more than ten yuan.

Several boys pressed Fang Yi's shoulders on the seat, and shouted in the class at the top of their voices: "Girls in the class, listen up, Young Master Yi has been captured by us, hurry up if you want to leave a message!"

The girls hurriedly surrounded them with brightly colored highlighters, Fang Yi smiled helplessly: "Hey, are you serious? I'm wearing clothes, not drawing paper."

Chen Yaohui looked enviously at Fang Yi's position, then turned to Yan Qinsheng and Wang Xinwei in the back seat and said, "Look at Young Master Yi's popularity, I also want to be ravaged by a group of girls."

"You're not satisfied yet. Look at the colorful hearts on your school uniform." Wang Xinwei pointed to Yan Qinsheng who was silently sorting his books beside him. "He hasn't written it yet, and he doesn't complain like you."

Yan Qinsheng smiled awkwardly. He was introverted and not close to his classmates. It was normal for no one to write a message.

"Don't move, I'll leave a message for you." Wang Xinwei took a blue ballpoint pen and picked out the desired location on Yan Qinsheng's white school uniform shirt.

Yan Qinsheng stopped what he was doing, turned his upper body and looked like "you can choose". He accidentally saw the laughing classmates gathered beside Fang Yi's seat, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the popular people are different.

Fang Yi seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection, and glanced at Yan Qinsheng's position through so many people, and then pushed aside the crowd and got up to leave the seat. The white shirt of the school uniform was drawn with various highlighters like a moving flower paper.

"You are not allowed to scribble on his clothes." Fang Yi walked behind Wang Xinwei and took out the ballpoint pen from his hand and stuffed it back into the pencil case: "You are so childish when you are grown up."

"Young Master Yi, you are not slapping your face when you say this," Wang Xinwei tugged on Fang Yi's shirt: "Do you have any room for writing on your body?"

Chen Yaohui nodded and followed suit: "Shao Yi is called a double standard—a dog..."

"Double mark your uncle." Fang Yi grabbed the gel pen in the pen bag and pressed Chen Yaohui on the seat: "Do you believe it when I draw you a dog?"

Yan Qinsheng listened to their gags, and didn't interrupt to participate, just sat and listened, and when he heard something funny, he lowered his head and shook his shoulders and laughed a few times.

As a result, Fang Yi interrupted him so much, Wang Xinwei was too busy arguing with them and forgot to leave a message for Yan Qinsheng.

Yan Qinsheng's school uniform and shirts were clean until after school.

As soon as the school bell rang, Fang Yi quickly packed up his books and came to Yan Qinsheng's seat: "Let's go home together."

"Let's go." Yan Qinsheng picked up his heavy schoolbag.

Fang Yi looked at his schoolbag, which was full like a turtle shell, and said, "You've all graduated, why do you still take your books back? I threw them all in the trash can outside."

"Sell money, why did you throw away the books, just give them all to me."

"You can sell it for a few dollars, and you are not afraid of being crushed to death."

It was the time when school was over, and the bus was extremely crowded. Basically, it was a crowded state, and I didn’t need to grab the handrails to avoid falling.Yan Qinsheng was squeezed near the back door and stood against the car window. He took off his schoolbag and put it by his feet, and squeezed his sore shoulder.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have memorized all the books back, dead sinking."

Fang Yi also sneaked in from the crowd, and the two faced each other very close: "What did I just say?"

He raised his two hands and put them on Yan Qinsheng's shoulders and squeezed them. He started with well-proportioned and slender bones, no wonder he couldn't carry things.

"With your malnourished little body, if you don't study, no one will want to go to the construction site to move bricks."

Yan Qinsheng tilted his head and snorted unconvinced, and then saw Fang Yi take out a gel pen from his schoolbag.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm writing you a graduation message," Fang Yi held the suspension ring of the bus with his left hand, and brought the gel pen to his mouth with his right hand, biting off the cap of the pen.

Yan Qinsheng looked at him with incomprehensible eyes, Chen Yaohui was right, Fang Yi did have double standards.

"Didn't you say it's childish to leave messages on school uniforms?"

"Really, why don't I remember that I said it." Fang Yi let go of Griphook's hand to press Yan Qinsheng's shoulder, and leaned over with a pen in his right hand.

Of course, Fang Yi will not forget his excuse for talking nonsense, he just doesn't want Yan Qinsheng's school uniform to be written and drawn by others, even if he has to write, he must be the first one.

This should be regarded as a kind of extreme possessiveness. Fang Yi has heard more than once from his mother that he has been "protecting food" since he was a child. As long as he likes something, he will not let others touch it. Although he himself Don't remember these little things at all.

When he was in preschool, his father bought a remote control racing car for Fang Yi, and he liked his new toy very much.Once a relative's child came to the house and insisted on playing with his remote control car. Fang Yi refused to give it to him, and he fought hard with him. Finally, his father took him into the room and scolded him.

When Fang Yi came out of the room with his head drooping, he saw the child playing with his car, and burst into tears. He ran over to snatch the toy car and threw it down the stairs.

For this reason, he was dragged to the balcony by his mother and scolded him again.

"Why did you lose the good toy? Don't you like this remote control car the most?" My mother leaned on the balcony railing and looked downstairs: "It doesn't seem to be too bad. Do you want my mother to pick it up for you again?"

"No," Fang Yi puffed his cheeks and complained, "Someone else touched it."

"If you don't want it, just give it to Junjun, he likes this car so much."

"No," Fang Yi turned his head and gave the relative's child a fierce look: "My toy is mine, and I won't give it to him if I break it."

Fang Yi's eyes turned around on Yan Qinsheng's shirt, and finally he lowered his head and wrote a line of small characters on his left pocket.

Yan Qinsheng wanted to lower his head to see what he wrote to him, but was blocked by Fang Yi's head, and he could only see the twirling hair on top of his head.

The tip of the pen spun around through the thin shirt fabric and touched the skin on his chest. Yan Qinsheng felt a little itchy, and couldn't help but shrink back slightly.

"Okay, it's very itchy."

"You're so sensitive," Fang Yi mumbled with the pen cap in his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at Yan Qinsheng inexplicably, after a while he straightened up, put the pen cap back into his messenger bag, and then grabbed the ring Stand still: "I have never written so seriously in the college entrance examination."

Yan Qinsheng smiled, lowered his head and pulled his shirt to read the words on it.

Qin Sheng, we have a long way to go.

"Just these few words, I see you have been writing for so long, I thought you could write more." Yan Qinsheng said.

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then what do you want me to write?"

"It's not that I want to leave a message." Yan Qinsheng didn't know how to express it. He pointed to the blessing words written all over Fang Yi's shirt by his classmates: "I always feel different."

"The future is long, is it a blessing?" Yan Qinsheng asked him.

"It doesn't count," Fang Yi thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's a promise."

"Hey..." Yan Qinsheng was thoughtful: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the word 'the future is long' sounds very sad."

The bus swayed forward, Fang Yi didn't speak, Yan Qinsheng's plain face was reflected in his deep eyes, he silently remembered his appearance in school uniform and shirt, and kept it as the cleanest and most beautiful part of his memory.

On the day when the results of the college entrance examination came out, Yan Qinsheng went to Fang Yi's house early in the morning to check the scores. Fang Yi, who had always been calm, also seemed extremely nervous, sitting in front of the computer and staring at the webpage waiting for the announcement of the scores.

Fang Yi stretched out his hand without looking back: "Give me the admission ticket."

"Can I check yours first? I'm nervous..."

Yan Qinsheng held on to the admission ticket in his hand, Fang Yi stretched out his hand to pull out the admission ticket, and quickly entered Yan Qinsheng's test number on the query web page, Yan Qinsheng covered his face with his hands, and secretly looked at the computer screen through his fingers, so nervous that he didn't dare asthma.

The moment he pressed the "Query" button, Fang Yi stood up suddenly, and when the chair moved back, it made a noise against the floor. Yan Qinsheng took a step back in a hurry, his heart tightened.

I'm afraid it will be over...

In the next second, Fang Yi rushed forward and pressed him into his arms, rubbing his hair vigorously: "Qin Sheng, you can do it! The score has rushed up!"

With his messy hair on his head, Yan Qinsheng raised his wet eyes from Fang Yi's arms, tilted his head and glanced at the computer screen in disbelief, and said excitedly, "How did I get such a high score in the exam!"

"With this score, maybe you can really go to Huaiyuan University."

Yan Qinsheng's voice was already trembling with excitement: "Fang, Fang Yi... I, can I really go to such a good university?"

Fang Yi stretched out his hand to lift his bangs, leaned his face and kissed Yan Qinsheng's forehead deeply: "When did I ever lie to you?"

Yan Qinsheng, who was originally immersed in joy, was stunned by his sudden action, can boys kiss boys...

Thinking about it, those soccer players on TV would hug their heads and kiss each other when they win, Yan Qinsheng smirked dazedly, and pushed Fang Yi back on the chair: "Quickly check your score."

Fang Yi's tone was relaxed: "After the test, I will estimate the approximate score, which is absolutely stable." He entered his test number and pressed the mouse, glanced at the score, turned around and proudly chose Yan Qinsheng. Raising eyebrows: "Look, I'll say it's safe."

Yan Qinsheng trotted all the way home, knocked on the door excitedly and told his parents about his college entrance examination scores.Qin Wanmei suddenly burst into laughter, and the silent father came out of the room, a glint of light flashed in his dark eyes, he stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Qinsheng and said in a low voice, "Good son, he is really a good son of Dad. Dad is fighting for face."

"What a happy thing, Dad, why are you crying?" Yan Qinsheng didn't know why his father was crying, but he suddenly found that his father was much older, the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and the bones on his arms were a bit crooked.

Qin Wanmei took out her wallet and counted: "Mom will cook something delicious for you at noon today, oh, by the way, call Fang Yi over too."

"Okay," Yan Qinsheng rubbed his sore eyes, "I'll go back to my room and sleep for a while. I'm too sleepy. I was nervous about waiting for my grades last night, so I didn't fall asleep much."

"Go to sleep." Yan Xu looked at his son's back and walked into the small room and closed the door. He lowered his head and took out a cigarette from his trousers pocket to light it. He fell into the shadow of the sofa.

He took a puff of cigarette with tears in his eyes, and the feeling of dizziness turned into white smoke and choked it into his throat. It took a long time before he pinched the cigarette in his mouth with trembling fingers, and said in an inaudible voice: "The agreed college entrance examination will be with you after the college entrance examination." My son confesses, now my son is promising, so let's go."

Qin Wanmei immediately lowered her face, her sadness was obvious: "Can you let me cook another meal for Qin Sheng?"

Yan Xu smiled bitterly: "The marriage is divorced, and now you think about having a son?" He closed his eyes and waved his hand weakly: "Let's go with your capable wild man, the son doesn't need you to care about it. I can take care of him."

Qin Wanmei went to the sofa and grabbed the leather bag, said ruthlessly: "Okay, then I won't let me see the child, if you have the guts, let Qin Sheng deny me as a mother for the rest of my life, I just can't understand your useless look Like, not like a man."

Qin Wanmei slammed the door out. When she left home, she didn't even bring a piece of clothing with her, and she just left without looking back.

Yan Qinsheng slept soundly. This is the most peaceful sleep he has had since he entered high school. There is no pressure to go to school, no criticism from teachers, and no endless test papers and exercises.

The mother in the dream was very kind, she set up a table full of meals, and the father also rarely put on a formal suit. He was much more energetic and said that he would celebrate his son.

The sound of pots and pans in the kitchen sounded, and Yan Qinsheng slowly opened his eyes. He opened the door and went to the kitchen, and saw the back of his father wearing an apron busy.

"Dad, why are you cooking, where is my mother?"

Yan Xu stopped the iron spoon in his hand, his back was extremely lonely, and he said softly without looking back: "From now on, you will have no mother."

Yan Qinsheng was stunned: "What do you mean..."

"Divorced, Qin Wanmei and I divorced three months ago, but we didn't tell you because we were worried about affecting your college entrance examination."

Yan Qinsheng was a little dazed, he took time to digest his father's words, turned around and hid in the room without further questioning.

In fact, he already had a premonition that his parents' strange peace in the past few months, but the news came too suddenly, which caught him off guard.

He even had the feeling that he was having a nightmare, and he fell asleep on the bed after closing the door and crying for a while.

Yan Xu didn't ask his son to come out for lunch, he turned off the gas stove, put the half-cooked vegetables in the pot, walked back to the empty room by himself, and threw Qin Wanmei's clothes in the wardrobe Pull it all out and throw it on the ground.

He packed up and dragged all the belongings the woman had left in the house like throwing out trash, and stuffed them into the trash can downstairs.

It's still the non-recyclable trash can.

Within a few days, the admission scores of major colleges and universities across the country were released one after another. The hotels, large and small, were full. The signboards of "Thank you banquet, thank you teacher" were displayed at the door of each hotel. Rows of scrolling red subtitles had been read "Congratulations to XX for being admitted to XX University" occupies.

Some people are happy and some are worried. When the parents of those children who failed the college entrance examination pass by the hotel entrance, they will stare at the names on the scrolling subtitles with eyes of envy and hatred.

Fang Yi stood with his parents at the door of the private room in the reserved high-end hotel, and greeted the teachers of various subjects.

Mother dressed up specially today, wearing a custom-made red cheongsam, and specially permed her hair, dressed just like a warlord's wife.

"Son, remember to toast the teacher at the dinner table later, and say more words of thanks, do you hear me?" Father reminded him, not forgetting to straighten his shirt cuffs.

"understood."

At this moment, the head teacher and the math teacher came together, and Mrs. Fang hurriedly greeted her with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Sun, please come inside, it's hot enough outside."

"Fang Yi's mother, right? You are so young, congratulations!" The homeroom teacher shook hands with Fang Yi's parents: "Fang Yi's child has always been stable, and we have long guessed that he will definitely go to Huaiyuan University."

Fang Yi opened the stool and asked the math teacher to sit down. The math teacher even joked: "I don't even have the heart to criticize you for turning your head to one side in class every day. If you listen carefully to the class, you can take the exam in a school that is better than Huaiyuan University. do you know?"

"Mr. Sun, I just want to go to Huaiyuan, no matter how good it is." Fang Yi replied.

The head teacher sat on the chair and turned sideways to the math teacher and said: "I heard that Chen Yaohui slipped this time, and all three books are in danger. His father called me yesterday to ask me whether to let the child repeat for one year or just read three books."

The math teacher was surprised and said: "No way, this kid has good grades, and he was my class representative in the first year of high school."

The head teacher was not surprised: "The college entrance examination is not like this. Seven points depend on people and three points depend on fate. Some people who are not good at ordinary times may be able to perform supernormally and jump up."

Fang Yi, who was sitting on the side, nodded: "That's right, Yan Qinsheng performed exceptionally this time, and just got stuck in the score line of Huaiyuan University."

"What? Yan Qinsheng passed the exam!" The math teacher and class teacher all had expressions of disbelief, and the class teacher said: "The college entrance examination scores came out, and he didn't move at all. I thought he didn't even pass the three exams."

The math teacher looked puzzled: "That's not right, Mr. Zhang, Yan Qinsheng was admitted to university, but his parents didn't call to notify you. What kind of parents are these?"

The head teacher casually grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the table and knocked them, mockingly said: "Don't talk about his father and mother, even Yan Qinsheng didn't even think to tell me, we teachers are not waiting to eat his teacher's appreciation banquet, but turn our faces and turn our faces away." He didn’t even say thank you after passing the Huaiyuan University exam, this kid is not enlightened at all.”

"Yan Qinsheng is not that kind of person, he must have been busy with something at home." Fang Yi tried his best to defend.

"If you are busy, there will always be time for a phone call." The class teacher spit out the melon seed shells in the palm of his hand and threw them into the trash can, and continued to complain: "If you want me to say, what kind of parents raise what kind of children, because of domestic violence I went to Yan Qinsheng's home to visit, and at that time I thought his parents were weird, they beat the child so psychologically that they were twisted, how can such parents educate good people."

Fang Yi put the teacup on the table with a displeased expression, got up with a cold face, left his seat and walked to his parents to welcome the guests. He didn't want to listen to the teachers talk about Yan Qinsheng's bad behavior. .

Fang Yi was also very puzzled. According to Yan Qinsheng's mother's hot-tempered personality, when her son was admitted to university, he would set off [-] firecrackers downstairs in the community to let the neighbors know. It was so quiet that even the teacher didn't notify him. unusual.

In the past few days, Fang Yi was busy receiving relatives and friends from home, and had no time to look for Yan Qinsheng, and Yan Qinsheng didn't come to his house to look for him. Fang Yi was inexplicably flustered, and walked out of the private room.

"Where are you going, Xiaoyi?" His mother chased after him and stopped him: "Everyone is here, the food will be served soon, don't run around, go eat with the teacher."

"Mom, I have something urgent."

"What's the hurry!" His father glared at him, pointed at the banquet and ordered him sternly: "Go back and sit down with the teacher for dinner now."

Fang Yi reluctantly went back to the hall and sat down. During the banquet, he toasted the teachers with tea instead of wine and said some words of thanks.

After finishing his task, Fang Yi patted his mother's hand under the table and whispered, "Mom, my stomach hurts, I want to go home first."

The mother quickly bent down and touched his stomach: "What's the matter, is the food not fresh? Why does my stomach hurt suddenly?"

"It's okay, I'm going home." Fang Yi grabbed the bicycle key, got up and left the seat, trotted out of the hotel, and rode his bicycle straight to Yan Qinsheng's house.