As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

And the same pretends not to see.

Their cold war has been protracted and intensified, and they thought that in the end there would only be a result of not having any contact with each other.

On Ching Ming Festival, Shengyi leaned on the balcony to make a phone call, chatted with Ms. Liang, and then chatted with Beibei.

He asked Beibei about Song Qinyi's recent situation and whether he had seen a psychiatrist on time.

Beibei said a series of "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to suddenly say, "Brother Song is right here, should I ask him directly?"

If I knew it earlier, I should let Beibei go back to the room to answer the phone.

He looked at his phone annoyed, and it vibrated.

Kindly swipe the screen and click to open the unread text message.

Song Qinyi: "Ayan, remember to eat zongzi on Ching Ming Festival."

The originally mighty cold war came to an end quietly with this text message.

Replied him kindly: "You too."

Then his life seemed to return to his freshman year of high school and Song Qinyi's third year of junior high school.

The unread voices sent in the middle of the night, and the circle of friends that I occasionally like.

Weibo forwarding, WeChat campaigns, little by little attention to each other's movements.

This déjà vu feeling lasted until the end of the summer vacation.

The feeling of unfamiliarity has not yet disappeared, and he was promoted to the third year of high school with good intentions.

Everything is busy, the time is tighter than that of the second year of high school, and the atmosphere is getting more and more depressing, the exams are taking place almost all the time, the countdown to the college entrance examination in the upper left corner of the blackboard, and the mock exam questions piled up on the desk.

In the third year of high school, the concept of weekend basically did not exist. The closest holiday to him was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, Ms. Liang called him and said a lot of things like paying attention to rest and relieving stress, and then hesitantly said another thing.

"Are you coming back this Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Upon hearing Ms. Liang's tone, Sheng Yi felt that something serious had happened, "What's wrong?"

"It's your Auntie Song." Ms. Liang sighed, and then choked up, "She is not in good health and has been hospitalized. If you can come back, come back and see her. Since she was a child, she has loved you so much."

Sheng Yi was stunned for a moment.

He hung up the phone for a long time and still didn't respond.

He flipped through the chat records with Song Qinyi, and found very slowly that since last month, he basically asked the other party what he asked, and either he didn't reply, or it was a very simple "um".

There was a light rain on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Cheng Yi and Ms. Liang went to the hospital to see Mama Song.

Ms. Liang went to the doctor's office before going to the ward. She said that she works in the hospital, and she knows most of the old doctors in this hospital.

Sheng Yidun was at the door of the office and saw the doctor take out a film and explain the condition to her.

Ms. Liang put down her bag, pulled up a chair and sat down, as if she was going to have a long talk with the doctor.

Kindly headed towards the ward and stopped at the door.

Song Qinyi was sitting on the small stool in front of Mother Song's hospital bed, when she heard footsteps, she was startled, but did not turn her head.

Mother Song leaned against the head of the bed weakly, saw someone coming, and waved to him: "Thank you, come, come here."

Her smile was tired, but even so, her eyebrows and eyes were still beautiful.

Kindly heard Song's mother ask him in a soft voice how he is studying recently, whether he had breakfast on time, and whether he stayed up late at night.

He shook his head for a while, then nodded, and suddenly remembered that before his grandfather was seriously ill that year, he seemed to have asked him the same question.

His eyes gradually became wet, and he left the ward quickly on the pretext of looking for Ms. Liang.

He walked to the hospital aisle, a little unable to control his emotions, trying to hold back his tears, as if if he really cried, all bad guesses would come true.

The vision in front of him was blurred until 10 minutes later, he pressed the position of his heart and walked out holding the door.

Just going out the door, he was a little surprised to find that someone was pushing against the same door as him just now.

Song Qinyi didn't know when he came over, with his hands in his coat, his head hanging down, his eyes closed, his face expressionless.

Kindly walked to him.

Song Qinyi's voice was so weak that he could barely hear it, "Ayan, I'm very scared."

The feeling of unfamiliarity that had always been there was broken at this moment, and he hugged him kindly and hugged him tightly, comforting him endlessly.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine, everything will be fine."

Even though I know it's just nonsense.

Reality does not depend on people's will. Facing the fear of the unknown, they hesitate but are powerless.

At the beginning of January, the final exam.

The topic of the Chinese composition is the conjecture about happiness.

Kindly wrote on the examination paper that happiness is about being with relatives forever, no one gets old or dies of illness, until the day when the world is destroyed.

He scored 35 points for this composition, a record low in class history.

At the end of February, winter vacation.

Beibei asked Shengyi, why didn't he see Song Qinyi since it was already on vacation.

Kindly knocked on the door, but no one answered after a long time, so Song Qinyi should still be in the hospital with Song's mother now.

Until the Chinese New Year, Song's mother still did not come out of the hospital.

Kindly carry the dumplings to the hospital.

Mother Song was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, approached carefully with kindness, and patted Qinyi's shoulder.

They sat on the roof of the hospital and ate dumplings.

Amidst the sound of fireworks and firecrackers all around, Sheng Yi vaguely heard what Song Qinyi said. He looked over and asked loudly, "What did you just say?"

Song Qinyi's eyes were very clean, so clear that he could see the bottom at a glance, but he slightly shook his head and replied in a low voice, "It's nothing."

After coming back from a kind visit, only Ms. Liang stayed up in the living room.

He leaned over to change his shoes, and when he passed by Ms. Liang who was knitting a sweater, he heard Ms. Liang ask him, "Are you still angry with Qin Yi?"

Shaking his head kindly, it has been almost a year since the last cold war, and Ms. Liang still can't forget it.

"Hey, it's not the best." Ms. Liang sighed, "Your Aunt Song is thinking about sending her love to his grandfather's house."

Qinyi's father is an orphan, and Song Qinyi has no grandparents, but the so-called grandpa never appeared even at Qinyi's father's funeral, so he kindly wondered if he had heard it wrong.

He asked, "Song Qinyi's grandfather?"

"Ah."

"Is it far?"

"It's very far away. If I go, I may never come back." Ms. Liang sighed again, "I don't know what Song Xiyun thinks, she just left from there, and now she wants to send her child back to receive treatment." what she has suffered."

Sheng Yi felt as if his heart was empty. He put on his shoes and went out without thinking. Ms. Liang sat on the sofa and shouted, "What time is it? Where are you going?"

36. Chapter 36

The text message read: "Come out."

At two o'clock in the night, the hospital corridor was brightly lit but empty.

Song Qinyi closed his eyes and leaned against the door, not long after he heard hurried footsteps.

He didn't know why Yan Shengyi went and returned.

When Song Qinyi was about to open his eyes, he hugged him tightly.

The kind voice is in my ears: "Don't go."

"I was bad before and always made you angry. I will definitely get rid of all the bad habits." He said kindly, "Don't leave, it will not work."

Song Qinyi froze in place, calmed down for a moment, broke away from his embrace, and went back to the ward without saying a word.

From the second semester of the third year of high school until the beginning of March, everyone is preparing for the exam.

Sheng Yi's condition at school is not good. The head teacher called Ms. Liang this time, and his words were much gentler than last time in the office. Under many hints, Ms. Liang heard the voice of his words, and immediately did something for her son. distinguish.

"Head teacher, how is this possible? Sheng Yi usually lives on campus and reads books at school during holidays..."

"Yes, I've seen his mobile phone. It's just a female classmate's phone. It belongs to the study committee member in his class. She is the most unlikely person in the class. Let me tell you, she is obviously..."

"Oh, it's nothing... I know, not only his mobile phone, I also log in to his chat software occasionally..."

"Oh, I'm not sure about anything else, but I can assure you that it's absolutely impossible to fall in love early with good intentions."

One model test, good intentions test results are not ideal.

The head teacher has been teaching students for so many years, and he would rather trust his intuition. Although he didn't get any useful information from Ms. Liang, he decided that Yan Shengyi was definitely in a relationship.

At the age of 18, Ai is young and full of blood. It is normal to have some thoughts about this. He called him to the office with kindness and told him earnestly that love can be discussed at any time, but the college entrance examination is the most important moment in life.

"Could it be that you can't wait for these months?"

Sheng Yi looked up in a daze, nodded, and shook again.

Two-mode exams are coming one after another.

The homeroom teacher looked annoyed when he called Shengyi to the office again, but Shengyi still acted like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

So the head teacher picked a few students who were close to Sheng Yi in the class and called them to the office one by one to find out what happened to him one by one.

In fact, from the description of his classmates, he can almost be sure that the general direction of his previous guess should be correct. Yan Shengyi is indeed in a relationship, but the partner is suspicious, probably not a classmate.

That is off-campus students.

But Yan Shengyi lived on campus shortly after the second semester of his second year of high school, so he had no chance to meet students outside of school.

The teacher in charge dialed Shengyi's mother again, "Xingyi's mother, the school and the city's rankings for the second model test have come down. You should know the importance of this test. To be honest, Yan's performance is not very satisfactory."

He was not surprised to hear the sudden tight breathing on the other end of the phone.

Only then did the head teacher let go of the topic: "I know, I know, but you have to think about it carefully. When he was at home, didn't he ever go out after receiving a sudden call?"

"Or, the name of a certain classmate is often mentioned."

Ms. Liang stood in Shengyi's bedroom,