I'm poor

The time passed without knowing it, and the night before departure to Huaiyuan, Yan Qinsheng opened the closet and took out clothes one by one, folded them and put them in his father's old suitcase.

After get off work, Yan Xu took a thick wad of money from the bank's ATM and put it in his pocket, then rode a battery scooter to the first floor of the shopping mall, and came out with a mobile phone case in his hand.

He fumbled for the key at the door of the house. Yan Qinsheng, who was cooking porridge, heard the sound and hurried over to open the door.

"Son, Dad bought you a mobile phone." Yan Xu handed the mobile phone case to Yan Qinsheng as soon as he entered the door.

Yan Qinsheng's eyes lit up, and he wiped his hands on the apron before he connected the phone case: "This brand of smart phone is quite expensive."

"It's a bit expensive, but the mobile phone seller said that this mobile phone has good performance, and it doesn't freeze when playing games." Yan Xu saw that his son was wearing Qin Wanmei's previous pink floral apron, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his mother's when she was young.

"I don't play games either, why don't I go to the mall and return it, and get a cheaper one."

"It's okay, boys can play as they please, don't tie your hands and feet, and relax yourself." Thinking that his son hadn't laughed much recently, Yan Xu felt bitter in his heart, silently walked back to the room and closed the door.

Yan Qinsheng noticed that his father was very thin, with sunken eye sockets and dull eyes. He looked like he couldn't lift his spirits, and the situation was getting worse. When cleaning the house every day, he could sweep out a pile of cigarette butts from his father's bedside.

He put the phone case on the desk, went into the kitchen and cooked two dishes. When he left the job today, Sister Xin gave him an extra 100 yuan in settlement wages. Finally, he was willing to spend 50 yuan when he went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. beef and ribs for 50 yuan.

The pork ribs boiled a pot of white thick soup, and left it for my father to cook noodles for his get off work, which was nutritious.

After dinner, Yan Qinsheng packed the dishes and went to pack the suitcase. His father opened the door and came in, handing him the envelope with the tuition fee.

"Dad doesn't know how to transfer money with a mobile phone, and he doesn't have time to go to the bank to get an account number to transfer money after get off work. You go to the bank a few more times to deposit the money in the card when you get to school."

"Understood, Dad." Yan Qinsheng hid the envelope between his clothes in the suitcase.

Yan Xu sighed faintly: "You are admitted to such a good university, it stands to reason that Dad should buy you a laptop computer, you wait for half a year, Dad will find a way to make more money..."

"No need," Yan Qinsheng packed his luggage and sat down beside the bed, reached out and opened the phone case on the table: "A mobile phone is enough. Now that technology is so advanced, a smartphone can do everything without a computer."

Yan Xu looked blank: "But I heard from people in the factory that children have to write papers and use computers frequently when they go to college."

Yan Qinsheng waved his hand: "Don't worry about it. Universities have libraries, and there are special computer rooms inside. If you need it urgently, I can borrow it from Fang Yi."

Yan Xu thought for a moment before nodding at ease: "That classmate of yours is a good boy, he takes care of you everywhere, and when you are able to make money in the future, you should help him with whatever you do. When everyone has difficulties, don't worry about it. It was only through the mutual support of relatives and friends that we survived.”

"Understood, Dad." Yan Qinsheng looked at his emaciated father, feeling uncomfortable for a while. What he was most worried about was going to college by himself, and how his father would live alone with an empty house at home.

"Dad, you can't go on being so decadent. From now on, you have to eat on time every day. You have a bad heart. You should smoke less and don't drink so much." Yan Qinsheng paused, and said, "It's really not possible, you can find another one." , I don't mind..."

"Don't worry about taking care of yourself, Dad. Don't worry about my affairs." His father stood up and left Yan Qinsheng's small room with a cold face.

It was like this every time, when it came to emotional matters, his father became impatient, and Yan Qinsheng didn't dare to preach to him, nor did he dare to ask too much.

The next morning, Yan Xu specially shaved his beard and put on a suit, combing his disheveled hair soaked in water.

He wanted to take his son to the train station with dignity.

After closing the door, he carried Yan Qinsheng's heavy suitcase on his thin shoulders and walked downstairs step by step.

"Dad, you don't need to carry it. I'll do it. I can handle it." Yan Qinsheng followed behind and stretched out his hand to pick it up. His father seemed determined to be brave, and said without looking back, "No, your father is not old yet."

Looking at his father's slightly bent back, Yan Qinsheng lied, obviously he was too old.

Without feelings, people age quickly, and the heart will really die.

A black Cadillac stood out prominently outside the dilapidated Tongzilou courtyard. Fang Yi sat in his father's car and looked out the window. When Yan Qinsheng and his father came down from the corridor, he waved his hand: " Qin Sheng, let's go to the airport together."

Yan Qinsheng was stunned, and glanced at his father, Fang Yi said: "No, my father bought me a train ticket, I'll go to the train station."

Fang Yi frowned and said, "But I booked the ticket for you."

"Ah?" Yan Qinsheng was a little embarrassed, the air ticket is so expensive, "Why don't you cancel it..."

While speaking, the driver's door had been opened from the inside, and a handsome middle-aged man in a light gray striped shirt came out of the car.

"The two children are both high school classmates and college alumni, so it's good to have someone to take care of when we go together." The man glanced at Yan Xu: "Is that right, sir?"

Yan Xu was overwhelmed by the aura of successful people, and nodded awkwardly: "Parents are really a little worried about letting their children go out alone."

"Get in the car," Fang Yi's father reached out and dragged Yan Qinsheng's suitcase, opened the trunk and stuffed it in, then sat back in the driver's seat.

Yan Qinsheng looked at the man's vigorous and resolute demeanor, and suddenly felt that Fang Yi's occasional domineering was considered light.

"Come up quickly, you're in a hurry." Fang Yi pushed open the rear door from the inside and urged.

Yan Qinsheng glanced at his father: "Dad, then I..."

"Go, take the plane fast, remember to give the ticket money to others." Yan Xu patted his son on the shoulder, walked to the side of the car and bowed his waist, and Fang Yi said kindly: "Little classmate, young master, my family My son is honest, and he has never traveled far when he grows up, so I would like to ask you to take care of him when he is out of town, thank you, uncle."

"Uncle, I will take good care of Qin Sheng." Fang Yi's tone was extremely sincere.

Yan Qinsheng sat next to Fang Yi and closed the car door, only to find a well-dressed woman sitting in the passenger seat looking back at him.

"Hello, Auntie." Yan Qinsheng greeted politely, sighing in his heart how young Fang Yi's mother is.

The woman nodded gracefully at him and smiled, then turned and sat down again.

The car started slowly, Yan Qinsheng leaned on the window and waved to his father: "Dad, I'm leaving, you must take care of yourself."

Yan Xu followed the car for a few steps before stopping. He didn't lower his head to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes until the car turned and could no longer be seen.

There is no one at home.

Fang Yi's father drove the two children to the airport, and the couple dragged Fang Yi and told them some things before reluctantly watching their son walk into the security checkpoint.

Yan Qinsheng put his heavy suitcase on the security inspection machine, while Fang Yi only brought a backpack and threw it on it lightly.

"You just brought a bag? Where are your clothes?" Yan Qinsheng asked in surprise.

"Why do you bring so many things? If you lack anything, just go over there and buy new ones."

"Well, just pretend I didn't ask." Yan Qinsheng was helpless, the way of thinking of rich people is different.

While waiting in the terminal building, Yan Qinsheng sat on a chair and took out his new mobile phone and lowered his head to fiddle with it. Fang Yi leaned over and looked at it: "You have bought a mobile phone. What is the mobile phone number?"

Yan Qinsheng reported the phone number he had just memorized, and soon the phone rang.

"This is my number, please save it." Fang Yi pressed the hang up button, and saved Yan Qinsheng's mobile phone number, then turned to him and asked, "Do you have a WeChat account?"

"No, I have a QQ account, but I haven't logged in very often." Yan Qinsheng replied truthfully.

"Can you be a little behind?" Fang Yi opened the software to search for strangers, and then handed him the phone: "Don't remember the number?"

"I seem to remember," Yan Qinsheng recalled, tapped the screen to press the number, and then returned the phone to Fang Yi: "This is it."

Fang Yi looked down, the avatar was still the most original cartoon boy system avatar, the net name is Crystal Boy, he burst into laughter: "You silly who came up with the net name?"

"My mother started it. She is very strict. I don't have a computer or a mobile phone to play with at home. She just got this account for me on a whim."

"Can I ask what your mother's screen name is?"

Yan Qinsheng thought for a while: "It seems to be called Lonely Red Rose."

Fang Yi laughed even harder.

Yan Qinsheng couldn't laugh, since his mother had a father and a son like him, why would she use her screen name to express her loneliness so directly.

After getting on the plane, Yan Qinsheng leaned his head on the small window and looked out excitedly. This was his first time flying a plane, and his heart could be described as surging.

But when the plane took off, he faltered. There was a huge roar in his ears. The moment the plane slid quickly on the runway and lifted up, Yan Qinsheng's heart was lifted, and he was so scared that he grabbed Fang Yi's hand. hand.

"Oh my god, Fang Yi, if such a big plane falls, it won't be possible to run away."

Fang Yi lowered his eyelids and stared intently at the hands they were holding, and couldn't help trying to frighten him deliberately: "Yes, the plane crashes definitely won't escape, we can only wait for death."

Yan Qinsheng was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, he held Fang Yi's hand even tighter.

When the plane climbed above the clouds and began to stabilize, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared immediately, and Yan Qinsheng let go of his hand.

Fang Yi put down the small table, opened the movie that he had downloaded in advance, and propped his phone sideways on it.

"Do you want to watch the movie?"

"Look." Yan Qinsheng leaned his body closer and devoted himself to the plot seriously.

Fang Yi likes to watch European and American sci-fi movies, and Yan Qinsheng usually only occasionally follows his father to watch some news or domestic anti-war dramas, so it is difficult for him to understand the background settings of sci-fi movies.

When he saw the hero and heroine kiss affectionately, Yan Qinsheng frowned suddenly, moved his eyes uncomfortably, and secretly looked at the phone screen from the corner of his eyes.

Of course Yan Qinsheng's small actions couldn't escape Fang Yi's eyes, he deliberately teased: "I'm shy just watching kisses, crystal boy?"

Yan Qinsheng burst out laughing immediately, and pushed Fang Yi with his elbow: "Everyone said it was my mother who started it, and I changed my screen name after getting off the plane."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the screen and stopped talking.

"Well...can I ask a question?" Yan Qinsheng tugged on Fang Yi's sleeve and whispered.

"Say, what's the matter?"

"That is, why do you have to tilt your head to one side when kissing on TV?" He pointed at the phone screen: "Just like it was just now."

Fang Yi stared at him with an idiotic look: "How can I explain this?"

Yan Qinsheng asked persistently: "Didn't you have a relationship in high school, you must know it, does it mean you have to move around like this when kissing..."

"You'd better say a few words, so as not to be regarded as an idiot by others." Fang Yi pressed the top of Yan Qinsheng's head with his hands and turned away. Yan Qinsheng looked at the white clouds like snow mountains outside the porthole and exclaimed, and immediately forgot about the topic of "kissing" clean and dry.

After the plane landed, Fang Yi dragged Yan Qinsheng's big suitcase out of the airport, and a group of taxi and black car drivers waiting outside had rushed over to greet him warmly.

"Which university does your classmate go to?"

Yan Qinsheng pulled Fang Yi's coat corner: "Let's make the subway, it's cheap."

"It's convenient to take a taxi." Fang Yi picked a taxi and threw the suitcase to the driver. He opened the door and pushed Yan Qinsheng to sit in.

When I arrived at the school, it was already 03:30 in the afternoon, and a large number of freshmen poured into the unfamiliar university campus, busy going to the dormitory to report.

Yan Qinsheng chose traditional accounting, which is more technical, while Fang Yi chose business administration. Of course, the two of them were not assigned to the same class, and even the dormitory buildings were separated one by one.

Yan Qinsheng took the bed sheet and quilt, and when he dragged his suitcase up the stairs with great effort, the wheel of the suitcase was finally overwhelmed and cracked...

When the door of the dormitory was opened, the other three roommates who were making the bed looked over together, and Yan Qinsheng smiled politely: "Hello."

Boys' friendship is actually very simple. The four of them chatted about homework while tidying up their clothes. Where are you from and where am I? They got acquainted quickly.

Yan Qinsheng silently looked at a few roommates. The tall and strong square-faced boy with a shaved crew cut was named Zhou Pingkang. He came from the Northeast. He spoke very funny and had a strong accent. His Mandarin is very standard, which made the other three people keep complaining.

The boy with black-rimmed glasses and the appearance of a schoolmaster is Zheng Xiao. He has been playing with his suitcase full of books upside down since he entered the door, and arranged them on the desk under the bed from low to high.

Among the few people in the dormitory, only Yuan Jiagen was a native of Huaiyuan. He was not tall, thin, and looked a bit mischievous.He seems to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder, lying on the bed and flattening the sheets over and over again, and he doesn't forget to complain to his roommate about the hard experience he has been through all the time.

"Let me tell you, I grew up in Huaiyuan, and every time I go out to take the subway, I have to be stopped by the security check, and it's the same when I go out to travel. There are so many people, just check me."

"It's not because you look too guilty, hahahaha." Zhou Pingkang said, and the others also laughed.

Yuan Jiagen confronted him with a smile: "Brother, you are spreading hatred, do you want to come down and fight?"

Zhou Pingkang rolled up his sleeves to show off the biceps he trained in the summer vacation: "I'm not bragging, I'm afraid I won't kill you once I get started."

Yuan Jiagen was shocked by the physique of the northerners, and immediately withered: "Brother Zhou, we will rely on you to cover our 415 dormitory from now on!"

Yan Qinsheng knelt on the bed and folded the quilt, silently listening to the noisy jokes of his roommates, feeling warm in his heart.

This is college life, it's great.

After all, Huaiyuan is a city in the south. Even in September, it is still very hot. Yan Qinsheng packed his things and his shirt was soaked.

He took clean clothes and went to the toilet to take a shower comfortably. The dormitory of the university is very good, with air conditioning, bed and desk, and each dormitory has its own bathroom for taking a shower.

Before he came here, he was worried about whether the school would share a large bathhouse. He has always washed at home since he was a child, and occasionally went to the bathhouse when it was cold, and he didn’t want to soak in the chaotic pool of water. If you don't reach the water head, even if the water head is occupied by someone from behind, you are too embarrassed to open your mouth to drive them away, so you can only stand by the side naked and covered with foam on your head, waiting silently.

For Yan Qinsheng, who is not very picky, the environment of the school dormitory is already very good.