Too much

In the third week of the second year of high school, Qi Jingchen transferred to the second class of science in the city's No. [-] middle school.

Shen Zeming's current class is catching up with the teaching reform in City H. The Education Bureau has issued an order to prohibit all schools from setting up merit-based classes and ordinary classes, so as to create differences and confrontations.

This approach is good or bad. In the past, the atmosphere of the selective class was more dull than that of the ordinary class. In addition to brushing the questions to do the papers, it was still to do the papers.The ordinary class was so noisy that the roof could be lifted.

But since the reform, excellent students and poor students are mixed together, and the overall atmosphere of the class is much more harmonious. When studying, it is quiet and serious, and when it is time to make a fuss, someone takes the lead, such as now.

After the last stroke of the word "Chen", Qi Jingchen put the chalk tip back to its original position, clapped his hands and turned around, pursing his lips and smiling.Immediately someone below took the lead in applauding, and then the naughtiest boy in the class took the lead in whistling.

Li Pingliang, the head teacher of the second class, is a bald middle-aged man with glasses as thick as beer bottles and the loudest voice in the whole grade. When he stands on the podium and speaks, saliva can splash to the third row.

After decades of teaching, Li Pingliang is used to the obedient and boring top students.

He cast a sharp glance at the tall boy who stood brazenly and whistling in the last row, raised his ruler and knocked on the desk twice, and shouted loudly: "What's the trouble? Look at your talents, so excited to follow the Grand View Garden Shut up like a horse monkey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the students in the first three rows lowered their heads and took out a wet tissue to wipe their faces and wipe the table.

The tall boy couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, followed by a muffled laugh.Li Pingliang stared round his eyes, threw a piece of chalk down with his bare hands, and shouted: "Yang Tianfeng! Get out and stand for punishment!"

Seeing that the old man was really angry, after a few sparse noises, it was completely quiet, but the eyes of a group of people were still fixed on Qi Jingchen on the podium, including Shen Zeming.

The boy was wearing a brand-new blue and white school uniform, with a black schoolbag on one shoulder behind his back, standing upright beside old man Li like a little poplar, with a smile on his lips, he was refreshing and handsome.

Looks nothing like the villain who maliciously threw away his sticker book.Shen Zeming pursed his lips into a line, lowered his eyes and looked away.

Ever since Qi Jingchen threw away his treasured poster book, he never took the initiative to speak to this new neighbor again.

Song Lan cared about Qi Jingchen's mother and son very much, whenever she was free, she would invite people in for dinner.They came and went, but within three days, Sheng Juan and Song Lan were as close as sisters.

The son of the "sister" went to school on the first day, so Song Lan naturally had to take care of it.It just so happened that Shen Zelin's junior high school was next to Shi No. [-] Middle School. She originally planned to let Qi Jingchen and Shen Zelin go together, and Shen Ming would drive them to the school.But for some unknown reason, Qi Jingchen refused.

At that time, Shen Zeming was washing dishes in the kitchen. Amidst the sound of splashing water, he vaguely heard a few words "familiar with the surrounding environment", "know your classmates", and "motion sickness".

So 5 minutes later, Song Lan walked into the kitchen with a straight face, and angrily informed Shen Zeming to go to school with Qi Jingchen tomorrow.

After she finished saying this, she frowned again, lowered her voice and said to Shen Zeming, "I know what to say and what not to say."

Shen Zeming wiped the bowl for a while, stunned for a moment, and whispered: "Yes, it's him... Did you say you want to go to school with me?"

"Yeah." Song Lan replied reluctantly, then glared at him, raised her voice and reprimanded, "Don't talk too much, have you finished your work yet?"

Shen Zeming shrank his shoulders, his head was sullen, and he dared not speak.

The matter of going to school with Qi Jingchen was settled like this.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Zeming rushed out of the house with his schoolbag on his back, and saw Qi Jingchen leaning against the wall, reading an English book rolled up in his hand.

Hearing the sound of the door opening on the opposite side, he raised his eyelids, snapped his English book shut, stood up straight, glanced at Shen Zeming expressionlessly, and said softly, "You're five minutes late."

Shen Zeming was stunned for a moment, he didn't know how to answer, he really didn't expect Qi Jingchen to wait for him to go to school together.

Fortunately, Qi Jingchen didn't ask any more questions. Seeing that Shen Zeming didn't speak, he frowned lightly, as if he didn't bother to talk to you, hooked his thumb on the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, turned his body to avoid Shen Zeming and went downstairs.

When he came back to his senses, Qi Jingchen had already walked most of the way, and Shen Zeming hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag to catch up.

Just in autumn, the dawn was early, and the community was crowded with morning exercisers and old men and women walking birds before seven o'clock. They walked side by side among a group of old people, and there was a strange harmony.

Shen Zeming took half a step behind Qi Jingchen, thinking about Qi Jingchen's words just now that seemed to have no emotion, but full of dissatisfaction everywhere, raised his eyes and looked at the hair on the back of Qi Jingchen's head fluttering in the wind, thinking about how to explain it better.

But Qi Jingchen just threw away his sticker book yesterday, and he was the first to apologize if he wanted to apologize.

Before Shen Zeming could come up with a result, Qi Jingchen suddenly stopped, and Shen Zeming bumped into the young man's solid back unprepared.

"Hiss." He covered his forehead and raised his head to look at Qi Jingchen for no reason, "Why did you stop all of a sudden?"

Qi Jingchen put one hand in his trouser pocket, looked down at him with a frozen face, "Is there a flower on the back of my head?"

"No, no." Shen Zeming felt terrified when he saw it.

"Then what are you staring at?"

Shen Zeming got stuck. He stared at Qi Jingchen's sharp jaw for a few seconds, quickly lowered his eyes, and said in a timid voice, "You...why did you throw away my sticker book? If you don't like it, actually, actually, you can Give it back to me."

Perhaps Shen Zeming's answer was unexpected, Qi Jingchen was unusually silent.After an unknown amount of time, Shen Zeming raised his eyes quietly, wanting to see Qi Jingchen's expression, but caught a fleeting smile on the corner of Qi Jingchen's lips, he was stunned for a moment, and then heard Qi Jingchen's sincere and sincere voice.

"sorry."

Only three words, no other explanation.

But I don't know why, maybe it was the first time he was bullied and received an apology from the perpetrator, Shen Zeming's heart seemed to be scratched, he unnaturally lowered his eyes and looked away, and forgave Qi Jingchen very spinelessly, " It's okay, next time... if you don't want it, just return it to me and don't throw it away."

Qi Jingchen gave a "hmm".

The conflict between young people is like the rain that comes when it is said, and everything will be fine when the rain is over.This matter was revealed in this way, there are many breakfast stalls outside the community, Shen Zeming only eats the one in the corner, for no other reason - it is cheap and full.

He took Qi Jingchen to the breakfast stand, called out to the middle-aged woman in the shed who was kneading the dough with her head down, and then pointed to the sales list printed on the surface of the shed and asked Qi Jingchen, "What do you want to eat? The brown sugar from Aunt Tang's house." The buns are good."

Qi Jingchen ignored him, stared at the list for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and asked him, "What do you eat?"

"Ah? Oh." Shen Zeming blinked, "Brown sugar buns."

Qi Jingchen nodded, and said to Aunt Tang: "Two brown sugar steamed buns, two cups of red bean porridge, serve separately, thank you."

The middle-aged woman hurriedly put down the dough in her hand, wiped her hands on the apron, said yes repeatedly, and quickly filled Qi Jingchen's steamed buns and porridge.

Shen Zeming glanced at Qi Jingchen in surprise, and said embarrassingly, "You eat so much."

Qi Jingchen glanced at him indifferently, "There are still yours."

While talking, Aunt Tang cheerfully handed over two packed breakfasts, and Qi Jingchen stuffed one of them into Shen Zeming's arms, and it was only then that Shen Zeming came back to his senses.

He lowered his head to look at the familiar red logo on the outer package of the breakfast stall, and the corners of his mouth curled up, turning out a shallow dimple.

"Why did you invite me to have breakfast?" Shen Zeming bit off half of a brown sugar steamed bun, and carefully rubbed the red bean porridge with his free hand for the temperature of the iron post.

Qi Jingchen walked in front, without turning his head, he said, "I apologize."

City H is located near the sea at a low latitude, and the sweltering heat of summer always lasts for half of autumn. With a salty morning breeze, the half-length bangs on Shen Zeming's forehead were lifted, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. With this smile, for the first time, he plucked up the courage to stick half a foot out of the door.

"Then, let's—" He held the steaming porridge cup, and the heat flowed into his heart through his fingertips, "Are we friends now?"

For maybe 2 minutes, Qi Jingchen turned his back to Shen Zeming, did not speak, and did not continue to move forward, as if the pause button was pressed.

The villain began to retract little by little, and Shen Zeming felt his heart sinking slowly, like a hot air balloon that had finished burning.He twitched the corners of his mouth a little sadly, intending to take back the stupid statement just now, and retreat within the safe limit.

Qi Jingchen turned around abruptly, with an unclear smile on his lips, looked at him and asked, "What do you think?"

Shen Zeming was stunned for two seconds, "I...don't know."

"I think it counts." Qi Jingchen called him, "New friend."

He stood against the light, and his whole body was surrounded by a pale golden halo, which was rarely soft.

Shen Zeming's eyes widened suddenly.

Qi Jingchen suppressed his smile, glanced down at the watch on his wrist, and reminded: "There are still 10 minutes for class, if you don't leave, you will be late."

"Oh." The excitement in Shen Zeming's tone was undisguised, "Then let's go! Old man Li is going to check his morning self-study today. If he catches him, he will be in big trouble."

On this day, 17-year-old Shen Zeming thought he had made friends, and began to naively fantasize about the fun things he could do with friends in high school.

At night, the damp sea breeze blows through the half-opened window, blowing the yellowed and old curtains one after another. Shen Zeming is lying on the small but hard wooden bed in the bedroom, accompanied by Shen Zelin's coquettish and tantrum crying outside the door. had a sweet dream.

He dreamed that Qi Jingchen and him were stepping barefoot on the ebb and wet beach together, picking up shells and digging crabs. They even grilled a fish together. The fish meat was delicious and refreshing. Qi Jingchen generously let him eat first.

It's good to have friends, and he will have friends in the future.In the dream, Shen Zeming thought happily.

But I don't know who said that the dream is the opposite of the reality, and the shattering of the dream is only a moment.

It was a rainy day, the sky was gloomy and terrible, and the black cloud hanging on the sea level seemed to fall into the bottom of the sea.

Because it was Friday, the last class in the afternoon was over, and this week's class was officially over. Facing the weekend homework assigned by the teachers of various subjects in the homework column on the blackboard, Shen Zeming packed his schoolbag, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Qi Jingchen's position.

Unknowingly, it has been a week since Qi Jingchen transferred to the second class.Some people are naturally good at socializing, and they can win everyone's joy just by virtue of their good looks, and it happens that Qi Jingchen is such a person.

I don't know why, but it's rare for a few thorns in the class not to reject him as a transfer student. On the contrary, they very much welcome Qi Jingchen to join their small group.So every afternoon after school, Qi Jingchen had an extra-curricular basketball training activity.

Today is no exception.After Qi Jingchen packed his things, he was about to go to the basketball court to meet those thorns. At this moment, the rain engulfed in the sea breeze poured down on his head.

The torrential rain hit the windowpane like random arrows, and water marks flowed from top to bottom, followed by dazzling lightning strikes from a distant mountain, and a thunderstorm exploded in the ears, attracting a crowd of people The girl exclaimed.

The classroom was suddenly in chaos. Some people hurriedly put on their schoolbags and rushed out the door, wanting to go home early before the rain was too heavy. Some people ran around the classroom like headless chickens to borrow umbrellas. Some people were worried that they would be struck by lightning when they went out.Shen Zeming was not in a hurry, he took an umbrella when he went out in the morning, and he could go home smoothly only when the rain was less severe.

But Qi Jingchen didn't bring an umbrella.

This is the first friend Shen Zeming made in H City, he cherishes it very much, and always wants to spare himself to be good to the other party.

In line with the principle of mutual help among friends, Shen Zeming did not hesitate, and immediately decided to leave the only umbrella to Qi Jingchen.

He picked up his schoolbag, randomly took a less important art textbook from the belly of the desk, walked to Qi Jingchen's desk, threw down the umbrella and said "Umbrella for you", and rushed out of the classroom door with the art textbook on it.

It rained heavily that day, Shen Zeming did not take two steps out of the classroom, and the art textbook used to shelter from the rain was swept away by the strong wind.

He was soaking wet, Shen Zelin and Shen Ming hadn't come back when he entered the door, Song Lan was the only one at home.

Seeing the soaked Shen Zeming, Song Lan quickly lowered his face, pointed to the circled date on the calendar and asked him if he did it on purpose.

The day for Shen Zelin's blood transfusion was approaching, and Shen Zeming clearly remembered that day. He didn't refute, just lowered his head and stared at the puddle of water gradually gathering under his feet in a daze.

About ten minutes later, Song Lan finally stopped scolding and pushed Shen Zeming into the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes.

The heavy rain in City H often came and went in a hurry. When he went downstairs to throw out the garbage at night, the rain had stopped, the freshness after the heavy rain floated in the air, and there were several puddles of water on the concrete floor.Shen Zeming paid attention to his feet, avoided several deep puddles, and threw the garbage into the trash can.

Sitting by the flower bed in front of the building were a few old ladies chatting after dinner, he lowered his head and ran past these people at a faster speed, and was tripped and fell to the ground the next moment.

It wasn't too dark, Shen Zeming knelt on the ground and looked back, it seemed that it was an umbrella that tripped him just now.

He frowned, rubbed his knees and got up, took two steps forward and bent down to pick up the umbrella.

It was a somewhat worn-out, pale yellow umbrella with a few large characters printed on the umbrella - Good Luck Supermarket.

Shen Zeming froze on the spot.

This is the umbrella he gave Qi Jingchen this afternoon.

How he survived that night, Shen Zeming no longer remembers.He only remembered that when he approached Qi Jingchen with an umbrella in hand and asked him why, Qi Jingchen smiled again with no meaning.

At that time, he was chewing gum in his mouth, and there was a cool mint smell in his breath. He patted Shen Zeming's head as if teasing a dog, and said softly: "Have you ever teased a stray dog? Give him a little sweetness, and he will Can rub you shamelessly and flatter you all the time. Give him another stick, and he will stay away wisely. But if you give him a little sweetness again, he will come back and lick you with his wet and hot tongue. you."

"What fun."