not brilliant

The loudspeaker announced the number of trains that were about to stop ticket checking. Jing Can entered the station in a hurry at the last moment. After passing the security check, she only dared to wave to He Pingyi hastily, and then ran to the platform holding the ticket.It was a very windy day and the train came with a loud noise.The distance on the flyover was too close, and there were too many repetitive movements, as if hypnotized by repeated back and forth, Jing Can stood amidst the strong wind and the rumbling sound, feeling unreal as if stripped of reality.

His thoughts were still immersed in just now, so much so that he found the wrong seat after getting on the bus.

"Little friend, this is 6-car 14C, see if you are sitting in the wrong seat."

Hearing an aunt's question, Jing Can quickly looked at the ticket and got up in a hurry: "I'm sorry."

Sitting down on the 14th floor, Jing Can touched her chin, which seemed to be still hot, and took a deep breath.

"Calm down," he whispered.

During this journey, Jing Can seems to be thinking wildly all the way.Thinking freely diverges, like making a year-end summary, recalling everything that happened in the past six months.Jing Can finally forced himself to calm down until the train started to announce its arrival at Beijing West Railway Station.

Jing Can didn't take a taxi, but took the subway all the way home.When going through the security check on the way, he had to carefully fasten the bag full of prizes, for fear that something would happen to them in the black space that he couldn't see.Perhaps because the Spring Festival was approaching, there were many people on the subway, and Jing Can couldn't find a seat, so she stood all the way holding the prize bag.

After arriving home, Song Yinan heard the sound of the door opening, and came out of the kitchen happily: "You're back, did you have fun with your classmates?"

Jing Can smiled and nodded: "Happy."

"Wash your hands quickly. I have prepared fruit for you. You can take it to the living room and room to eat. It will be ready in about an hour. Oh yes, you have to help me pick up Xiao Wei at Teacher Zhao's house in half an hour. Come back, I can't go away."

"Okay." Jing Can quickly ran upstairs, put her schoolbag and bags back in her room, then went downstairs and followed Song Yinan into the kitchen.

Song Yinan has already prepared a lot of ingredients in advance, some dishes have already been cut and the seasonings have been adjusted, and they are just waiting to be put into the pot.Jing Can has also cooked, so he knows how hard it is to prepare so many dishes.

There were mangoes and longan on the table, Jing Can went to the kitchen and took a small bowl, peeled a bowl of longan, and put a small spoon in the bowl.Song Yinan was about to start frying the first dish, when he saw him coming in, he quickly told him to go out first, there was a lot of oily smoke.

Jing Can put the longan on the table, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "Eat some fruit, I'll help."

As soon as Jing Can said that, he had already started, Song Yinan didn't even have time to stop it.The two prepared two dishes together, Song Yinan said: "Don't be so busy, go and pick up Xiaowei."

Jing Can checked the time, and it was indeed almost time, so she put on her coat and went out.

Mr. Zhao's house is not far away, within walking distance.When he arrived, Jing Wei hadn't finished one painting.Jing Can moved a stool and sat aside, watching Jing Wei paint the wheat field with the final color.

After Jing Wei finished painting, he wrote his name on the lower right corner. When he turned around and saw that it was Jing Can who came to pick him up, he showed a very happy expression: "Brother, why are you here?"

Teacher Zhao came over to look at Jing Wei's paintings, and also greeted Jing Can: "Long time no see, Xiao Can."

Jing Can stood up, bowed lightly to Teacher Zhao, and said hello: "Happy New Year to you in advance."

After he said this, he saw Jing Weiyi, who had just packed up the painting tools, looked at him in surprise.

This was Jing Wei's last class at Mr. Zhao's house years ago. When the New Year was approaching, Jing Wei finally got a few days off. On the way back, Jing Wei was much happier than usual.

"Brother," Jing Wei bumped Jing Can with his shoulder, and asked him, "You go to school there, are you happy?"

Jing Wei still remembers, that day when Song Yinan told Jing Zaixing that Jing Can wanted to go to Huihe to study high school, Jing Zaixing was furious.At that time, he looked at his elder brother with some astonishment, but saw Jing Can standing there, staring at Jing Zaixing in a daze.Jing Can didn't say a word the whole time, but there was no sign of giving in on her face.

Jing Can wondered why Jing Wei would ask such a question, but thinking of He Pingyi, she nodded and said, "Happy."

"That's good." The boy who was still in elementary school looked a bit mature, and nodded his head pretendingly, "Then you can stay there for a few more years."

Stay a few more years.

Jing Can smiled: "That should be impossible, the college entrance examination is coming soon."

There is always a countdown column on the blackboard at the back of the classroom, and Jing Can knows very well that after this new year, time will only move forward more urgently.Everyone will move towards that goal. For everyone, that goal is the end of high school, but it is also an exciting starting point.

"Ah?" Jing Wei said regretfully, "What a pity."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Jing Can suddenly felt that Jing Wei's appearance of a little adult pretending to be deep was a bit funny, so he patted his head and asked him, "What's the pity?"

"It feels like you weren't very happy before, but now that you finally feel better, I certainly hope you can stay there longer."

Jing Can frowned, and argued, "I'm not happy."

Jing Wei ran a few steps forward, walked backwards, looked at Jing Can and said, "Don't question the sensitivity of a future artist to emotional perception. In the past, you never took the initiative to say anything else to Teacher Zhao. At most, she asked you to answer. But today you took the initiative to say Happy New Year to Teacher Zhao."

Jing Can was taken aback for a moment, then pulled the corners of her mouth and touched the brim of her hat.

"That may... be a lot happier."

Jing Zaixing approached the house 5 minutes before the scheduled meal time, and he has always been like this for so many years.In Jing Can's memory, he never seemed to break his promise to his family. He said he would come back on time for dinner, he said he would help him hold parent-teacher meetings, and no matter how much work he had, he would make time for it.

"Dad." At the dinner table, Jing Can greeted Jing Zaixing a little stiffly, grabbed the chopsticks, and lowered her head to wait for Jing Zaixing to start the meal.

"How is Xiaowei?" Jing Zaixing picked up a piece of chicken wing and put it in Jingwei's bowl, "The training camp in Tianjin will start on the sixth day of the new year. You can relax in these two days. My mother and I will see you off on the fifth day of the fifth day." You go."

"Ah," the chopsticks that were holding the chicken wings loosened again, Jing Wei asked in a muffled voice, "Daddy, can I not go?"

"Not going?" Jing Zaixing looked up, "Why?"

"I think..." Jing Wei raised his head, met Jing Zaixing's eyes, and swallowed back the words that came to his lips, "It's nothing."

"How about it," Jing Zaixing said, "I'll stay with you for a few days, and I'll take you shopping during your rest time."

Jing Wei lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of rice. After a long time, he still nodded.

After talking about Jing Wei, Jing Zaixing didn't take the initiative to speak again, only when Song Yinan said something, he would have a conversation, chat a few words.Jing Can could tell that Song Yinan had been bringing the topic to him, but Jing Zaixing didn't show any face at all.

Jing Can had long expected that this meal would not bring him any pleasant experience, but he did not expect that the sense of oppression was stronger than he expected.He could only constantly adjust his breathing to try his best to play an invisible man.

There was a period of silence at the dining table, Jing Can kept her head down, so she couldn't see Song Yinan desperately flirting with Jing Zai.

"Where's Xiao Can?" Jing Zaixing said suddenly, "I'm in Huihe recently, are you still used to it?"

Jing Can looked up, a little flattered.

"Appropriate... Adapt." He wanted to say something more, but he knew very clearly that the words he wanted to say were probably not what Jing Zaixing wanted to hear.

"Well," Jing Zaixing nodded, his eyes calm, "So, when do you plan to play until when will you get back on track?"

The chopsticks that were about to pick up a pea stopped, and after hesitating, they continued to extend the chopsticks to the side of the plate.

"I think... the college entrance examination is over."

"Well, the college entrance examination is over." Jing Zaixing repeated Jing Can's words.

Jing Can felt that her breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and even the tips of her chopsticks became less stable and shook twice.

With a "snap", Jing Zaixing put the chopsticks on the bowl.He crossed his hands, put his arms on the table, and looked at Jing Can seriously: "Do you still need to take the college entrance examination?"

There was no need to answer these words, he held the pea between his hands, turned his head to look at Jing Zaixing, and flinched from that look in the same eyes as before.

Jing Can didn't know when he started to be afraid of Jing Zaixing's gaze, he only knew that whenever he was looked at by this gaze, his nerves would be controlled by anxiety and tension.

Jing Zaixing also got the answer from his silence.He nodded and said, "So, why waste your time?"

The peas fell from between the chopsticks and rolled to the ground.

When Jing Zaixing said this, he was very calm, as if he didn't carry any emotion.But Jing Can knew that Jing Zaixing was not asking questions about the two consecutive questions just now, but blaming them.

Jing Zaixing didn't seem to want to continue the conversation, he got up quickly and said, "I'm full."

Jing Can stared at the plate of peas without moving, and after a while, she heard Song Yinan calling him softly.

He reacted, blinked vigorously, took a piece of paper from the dining table, bent down to pick up the pea that fell on the ground, and wiped the dirty floor clean.

After straightening up, she found a piece of chicken wing in the bowl, Jing Can raised her head and saw Song Yinan who hadn't had time to take her hand away.

"Don't you really like the chicken wings I made? Why didn't you pick up a piece all night?"

Jing Can forced a smile and said, "There are too many dishes, I can't eat them all."

After dinner, Jing Can didn't dare to stay in the living room, so she went upstairs and nestled in her room.The house was quiet, and in his impression, Song Yinan rarely watched TV.When he was a child, Song Yinan was afraid of affecting Jing Can's study, so he never made any noise when he was studying. Every time Jing Can went to the bathroom, he could see Song Yinan quietly reading under the lamp.After having Jing Wei, it seems that Song Yinan has more things to be busy with, and the habit of watching TV has never been developed.

After sitting quietly facing the silent air for a while, Jing Can sat down at the desk, took out the prizes that He Pingyi helped him win today, and placed them on the table.

In fact, the small four-wheel drive vehicle is not well-made. It looks like it was bought in a small commodity wholesale market. Compared with the cars that Jing Can played with when she was a child, it is really far behind.

Jing Can pressed the car with three fingers, making the wheels roll back and forth on the wooden table.

The structure of the car body is not stable, and even sliding on such a smooth surface can still make a vibrating sound.Jing Can slowly lay down on the table, and uttered the dubbing of "咻" when the car was speeding past.

The car walked back and forth, and the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.Jing Can was startled, his first reaction was to put away all the toys on the table, but when he turned his head, he saw that it was Jing Wei poking his head in.

"Brother, do you have time?"

"Of course." Jing Can breathed a sigh of relief, put the car back in the original queue, and called Jing Wei, "Come in."

Jing Wei closed the door lightly and entered the room, covered his chest and let out a sigh of relief.Seeing his series of actions, Jing Can couldn't help showing a helpless smile.

"So afraid?"

Jing Wei curled her lips and said, "No, every time I come to see you, my father will tell me not to disturb you all the time."

That should have happened a long time ago, Jing Can thought, at that time Jing Zaixing still had great expectations of himself, as long as he needed, Jing Zaixing could create all the conditions conducive to his study.

Jing Wei walked to the table, and immediately saw the row of small things on the table.

"What is this?" Jing Wei held up a small red car, looked at it carefully for a while, and said strangely, "Brother, you are so old, you still buy this kind of toy for children."

Jing Can had some dissatisfaction with what the child in front of him said, and quietly took the red car from his hand.After holding back for a few seconds, I still couldn't help but say, "It's a gift from someone else, what a kid."

Jing Wei's attention was obviously not on the story behind the car, so he didn't care much about what Jing Can said.He turned around, leaned against the desk, sighed heavily, and stated his purpose of coming to Jing Can: "Brother, can you help me not to go to Tianjin to participate in the training camp?"

In the past few years, every winter vacation, besides studying painting in Beijing, Jing Wei would go to a studio in Tianjin for intensive training. That studio was opened by a famous teacher. Being able to study there is the dream of many people who study painting. matter.

"Why?" Jing Can recalled, a little puzzled, "I remember you were very happy when you went there last year."

"Oh, but I don't want to go this year." Jing Wei kept frowning, as if all the troubles of the third grade had gathered there, "I want to participate in our school's winter camp. I heard it's very fun and there are many activities. If I went to the training camp, I would definitely not be able to participate.”

"But..." Thinking that Jing Zaixing had paid special attention to this matter at the dinner table just now, Jing Can said, "But I feel that Dad will not agree."

"That's why I came to you. I signed up for the winter camp before, but my father said that it conflicted with the training camp and I couldn't go. You saw it during the meal just now. I didn't dare to talk to him about it like that." Jing Wei clasped his hands together and made a posture of bowing his head in prayer, "Brother, please, find a way."

Think of a way to do it?Are you good at fighting thorns?Jing Can looked at Jing Wei's head spinning, and smiled wryly in his heart, as if this really wasn't something he was good at.But he couldn't help but refuse, Jing Wei has started to complain to him again, why he has missed a lot of group activities, there are not many good classmates in the class, why if he doesn't participate in the winter camp, he won't be able to see a girl's performance .

"Girl?" Jing Can blinked, "What girl?"

"Oh, it's just a girl in the class." Jing Wei was a little embarrassed, but still said bravely, "She has prepared a drama performance at the winter camp, playing Snow White, and I promised to see her perform. I can't speak. If it's true, she must be angry. Brother... think about it for me, why don't you go. "

This……

Jing Can didn't realize it, did she know that she likes girls since she was in the third grade?

Jing Wei couldn't stop begging. Although Jing Can felt powerless, she felt sorry for Jing Wei.After all, apart from watching a girl perform, all other experiences seemed familiar to him, and he didn't want Jing Wei to go back to his old ways.

Jing Can was thinking in her heart, and unconsciously touched the little red car again.The four wheels rolled back and forth against his palm, and Jing Can thought of He Pingyi again.

"Jing Can, you can say what you like and what you don't like, don't keep holding back."

The red car stopped moving, Jing Can bent her fingers, and held the somewhat cold body in her palm.

He felt that going to the winter camp was not too much to ask for a third-grade elementary school student.

"Okay, let me think about it, you go take a bath and rest first."

Although he agreed to Jing Wei in this way, until He Pingyi sent him a "Happy New Year" blessing and the Spring Festival Gala came to an end, Jing Can still didn't think of any way to help Jing Wei.

On the first day of the new year, at three o'clock in the morning, with big dark circles under her eyes, Jing Can tried to make a video call to He Pingyi.

Unexpectedly, the person who said "good night" to him just now picked it up quickly.

The video screen was completely black at first, and after about two or three seconds, the lights came on, and Jing Can saw He Pingyi who was shirtless.

"you……"

Jing Can originally wanted to ask He Pingyi why he was still playing on his phone after saying good night, but after seeing this scene, the words that came out of his mouth changed to - "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

He Pingyi rubbed his somewhat frantic hair in front of the camera, and said, "You don't even know how hot our house is now, it's really Chinese New Year, and the heater is too hot Already, I feel like it's more than 30 degrees in my room."

As He Pingyi said, he took a few sips of water from the glass beside him.

Jing Can didn't dare to look directly at the screen at all, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at He Pingyi's upper body. Guiltily, he picked up a white pillow and hugged it to his chest, as if this could block his little thoughts.

Seeing that he remained silent, He Pingyi asked the haggard-looking person on the screen: "What's going on with you, new year and new weather, why are you listless?"

As soon as He Pingyi finished speaking, Jing Can heard a crackling sound from his side.

"What sound?" Jing Can pricked up his ears to distinguish.

"Someone is firing cannons downstairs."

Since fireworks and firecrackers were banned in most parts of Beijing, Jing Can has not heard this sound for many years.

"It's so lively."

"What's the excitement?" He Pingyi obviously didn't like it very much, "It's so noisy that I can't sleep."

"It's just these two days, just bear with it." Jing Can poked her chin into the pillow and smiled good-naturedly at the phone.

He Pingyi glanced at him through the screen, and the anger in his heart slowly dissipated.

"Tell me, little boy, what's bothering you, call me a video in the middle of the night."

"Hey," Jing Can let out a long sigh, and buried his face in the pillow, "He Pingyi, my younger brother was supposed to go to the studio training camp during the winter vacation, but he didn't want to go. Tell me, is there any way to Let my brother not have to go to the training camp."

He Pingyi on the other end of the phone was very strange: "That's it? Isn't your brother still in elementary school? Just tell your dad that you don't want to go."

"Not very good." Jing Can raised his head and opened his mouth. In an instant, many experiences of failed communication between him and Jing Zaixing came to his mind, "My dad is very strong, and he is very strict with us, so He won't agree to something like 'not going to training camp because I want to play'."

These descriptions of Jing Can have been as plain as possible. Although the relationship between him and Jing Zaixing is not good, he doesn't think it's all Jing Zaixing's fault, so he doesn't want to complain to He Pingyi.

"Then..." He Pingyi told Jing Can based on his many years of experience in rebellious struggle, "If you can't be soft, you can only be tough. Find a way to keep your brother from going out."

Following this meaning, Jing Can naturally thought of the most old-fashioned method: "Fake illness?"

But before He Pingyi could veto it, Jing Can vetoed it first.

"No, it's too easy to see through. My parents are not stupid. And even if they pretend to be sick and don't go to the training camp for a while, they must be allowed to recuperate at home. It is impossible to let him go out to play."

"The easiest way is to run away secretly, cut first and play later."

Cut first and then play.

Jing Can was moved by this word.