Yuanchuan High School

Her schoolbag carelessly occupied most of the back seat, and there were several large gift boxes, pink and delicate.

Li Cou had a lot of books, and he was only protecting the books in his arms. When he stooped to get into the car, he tripped over his other foot, and the books in his arms fell in response, and fell into the car.

He heard the low hum when the engine started, and Li Cou hurriedly sat down first, and then heard a voice reminding: "Seat belt."

"Wait..." Li Min was still struggling to hook the two fallen books. There was still a large pile of books on his chest, and he couldn't bend down at all. Seeing that he couldn't reach him for a long time, Yan Wenyi couldn't help saying: "Put the books in the back." .”

"Get up, put on your seat belt first, and I'll pick it up."

Li Cou was pulled up by him, and Yan Wenyi adjusted the seat, stretched out his long hand, bent and picked up the book.

Before Li Min could finish his thanks, Yan Wenyi took all the books from his arms and put them in the back of the car.

After finishing all this, he leaned his body to the co-pilot, and pulled the seat belt that had been hanging for a long time to help him fasten it.

Li Cou was so frightened that he swallowed all his words.

He sat stiffly, like a statue that was gradually solidified by the wind. They were so close together that Li Min realized how cramped the passenger seat was—even the air became hot because of his body.

Yan Wenyi is really taller, and much stronger. When he leaned closer, the swaying shadow covered half of Li Min's body, weaving him into a more secretive and unknown world in the dark evening. situation.

Yan Wenyi was very serious, and even measured the length of the seat belt, trying to make him more comfortable.

Li Min clearly saw his slightly furrowed brows, and a little bit of sweat oozing from his forehead—he felt even hotter.

At the right time, Yan Wenyi glanced at him, and Li Min saw his embarrassed figure in his eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head, "Thank you."

"fine."

The book was also picked up, the seat belt was fastened, Yan Wenyi didn't leave, the car's engine hummed, and through the glass, one could see the bustling scene of crowds gathering at the gate in the distance, which was completely opposite to the atmosphere inside the car.

Yan Wenyi rested his hands on the steering wheel, rubbed his thumb and middle finger slightly, and looked ahead idly.

Li Cou silently looked at the thronging crowd outside the window.

After a while—or maybe a long time?

Unbeknownst to Li Min, the passage of time has become a less important unit of measurement here, and the sky is getting darker. Yan Wenyi looks away from the window, and can vaguely see two blurred silhouettes reflected in the window, one slightly raised, one Slightly drooping, they are so close that the virtual images in the window almost touch each other.

"Aren't you going?" He broke the silence softly.

Yan Wenyi looked at it for a while, then retracted his gaze. He lowered his head and stared at his curled up hands. The palm was very hot, and it seemed that there was still some warmth from it just now. Yan Wenyi shrank back, and raised his gaze, "Let's go."

The author has something to say:

It feels a bit unnatural, if it causes a bad reading experience, I would like to apologize to the judges TT

44. Mind

"Eat when you eat, don't play with your phone."

The tail of the chopsticks with white teeth knocked in front of him, the sound was very low, the person who knocked the chopsticks seemed to be stealing chickens and dogs, doing something shady, the girl looked at the door and said nervously: "If my brother sees this, he will accuse you again." , He just told me yesterday that you have changed your temper and become better in recent years, don't let him take the opportunity to talk about you again."

"Oh."

Yan Wenyi responded, and the mobile phone fell in response, hitting the dining table with a loud noise, which startled Yan Wenying, and the shrimp caught between the chopsticks fell back onto the plate.

Yan Wenyi poked the rice with a spoon absently. He didn't actually play with the phone, but just looked at the same interface over and over without interest.

He couldn't see the flowers and didn't want to let them go.A remote part of my heart seems to be dug out, there is no serious problem, and I suddenly feel a sense of emptiness, like a person sitting by the window awakened by a sudden wind, wanting to raise his hand, but he doesn't know what to grab.

Now that Yan Wenying came home, Yan's father and Yan's mother were rarely in the mood to cook, and they were studying the dishes in the kitchen. Yan Wenyou was helping, leaving two sisters and younger brothers outside waiting to eat.

Not long after, Yan Wenyou came out of the kitchen, Yan Wenyi hurriedly took two mouthfuls of food pretendingly, Yan Wenyou was wearing an apron and gloves.

He glanced at the two neatly folded mobile phones on the table, one of them chewed slowly while the other buried his head in the rice, and asked, "Not so fast, are you hungry now?"

"No..." Yan Wenying pointed to the dinner plate, "This is enough for now, and I can't finish it. Brother, you can help."

Yan Wenyou nodded, glanced at his younger brother, and went in again.

There was a faint smell of food coming from the kitchen. Yan's father and Yan's mother were adjusting the stuffing, discussing whether the taste was bland, and whether to add more salt to it. The sound of the kitchen knife being cut on the cutting board was continuous and regular, and the fireworks in the world were still dense. The kitchen is busy.

Yan Wenying took the opportunity to look at him and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"What... what's going on?" Yan Wenyi was weak.

"Don't pretend to be stupid." The girl frowned her beautiful eyebrows, "So when I got home, you were too busy talking to me about this and that, and you couldn't stop talking? Why are you so absent-minded?"

When I was young, my parents worked hard outside. During the day, my elder brother had to go to work and school, so he was not often at home. Yan Wenying was not in good health, so he didn't go to school very often. He always finished his studies at home and took care of his younger brother.

She really knew this brother very well, and she could catch the clue at a glance.

Yan Wenyi chewed the vegetables, and answered the words perfunctorily: "Ah... oh, sister, the palace pastry you like at Wangjiang Road is gone, I was late, and I brought you the Yujie Cuisine from Dongcheng District... …It’s on the table in the living room, it’s a bit too much, you may not be able to finish it.”

"Oh." Yan Wenying bit his chopsticks, not letting him go, "You will eat with me later, we will talk about this matter later, what's going on with you? Did something happen?"

"No."

"Hmm..." Yan Wenying changed his strategy, thinking about what boys of his age are usually thinking, "Is that dating?"

"Have you said no!"

Yan Wenyi immediately raised his head and glared at her angrily, "Why did you think of this?"

"No, no, why are you so excited? Was I right?"

Just now Yan Wenyi blurted out the words almost without thinking.He couldn't tell what he would say, so he unnaturally avoided his sister's probing eyes, covered up the food, and said vaguely: "No, don't think about it."

After the family dinner, it was customary for the elders to say a few words, Yan's mother told the children a few times, and asked her daughter to pay attention to her body and work moderately. Read well, if you don't want to read, learn something from your brother early, don't skip class all day and run around not knowing what to do, all the phone calls in school are going to your brother's mobile phone!

Your brother still takes care of you if he wants to work. You don’t think it’s embarrassing to be called a parent at such an age. Don’t spend your days drinking and drinking, do you hear me? "

Yan Wenyi said "Oh", "I will try my best to correct it."

At this time in the past, Yan Wenyi would always retort word by word like an argument: "How can I skip classes all day? Those classes are useless at all, they are all there."

"The teacher doesn't even know what he's talking about, should I go there in a daze?"

Yan Wenyi sneered, "She called home because she was too busy! I didn't fail my course, so why call? I'm afraid I won't answer if I'm disturbed, and why did my brother take the initiative to leave the phone?"

He is like a young man eager to prove to adults that he has grown up, as if he is full of thorns.

He doesn't want to be supervised anymore. At this age, he still needs to be called by the school as a parent. What is it like?

Yan Wenyi scribbled hundreds of words eloquently without repetition, and he was so righteous that Father Yan would turn red from his anger, blow his beard and stare, and picked up the ashtray beside him and threw it on Yan Wenyi's head, "You little bastard, don't go to class You have reason!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Wenyi hurriedly hid behind the sofa. His elder brother got up to stop his furious father, and said slowly, "Dad, don't be angry. Speak well. He will listen. Don't get angry..."

"Get out of the way! I'm going to kill this bastard today!"

Father Yan was furious, "The older he gets, the more reasonable he becomes! How dare he talk like that!"

"dad!"

Yan Wenyi hid behind his brother's back and took a peek. His father turned out to be a soldier, his body was old and strong, and he was powerful. He might not be able to withstand Yan's father's violent attack yet.

Yan Wenyou was still dissuading, while Yan's father was still cursing, the more Yan Wenyi thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, like a crack in a well shaken soda pop, his rebellion mixed with anger vented out pervasively, it was bound to hurt those closest to him people.

Yan Wenyi raised his voice and said loudly, "Why am I wrong? Am I wrong? I'm talking to you in a loud voice, but you're going to hit me!"

"Yan Wenyi!" Yan Wenyou scolded, "Shut up!"

Yan Wenyou's heart tightened as the inner chef left the table.

He was most worried about this moment, when his sister returned home today and made such an outburst that might scare her. He was dizzy and mentally exhausted, so he heard his younger brother respond obediently.

No rebuttals, no futile arguments.

Yan Wenyou: "..."

Even Yan's father felt that something was wrong, his words were strangely silent for a while, and he didn't pick up.

Yan Wenyou looked sideways. Yan Wenyi didn't play with his mobile phone, nor did he look at them. He lowered his head, looking obedient and obedient, and his words were sincere and sincere, not perfunctory.

Across the carved wooden door of the kitchen, the father and son looked at each other.

Did this bastard change his temper today?

Father Yan was suspicious in his heart, and he was embarrassed to say more seriously, he briefly said