night tide recedes

From the day Shen Wenfei rescued Song Ran, Song Ran had probably been hopelessly trapped in a vicious circle called Shen Wenfei.

If before, Song Ran was just like a timid snail, he would timidly get into his shell when he touched his soft flesh, then when he realized that maybe he could really become friends with Shen Wenfei, He tried his best to put away his timidity, poked his head out cautiously, and tried to approach Shen Wenfei with his soft tentacles.

He tried to say hello to Shen Wenfei, maybe it was just a shy smile, and he waved his hands very slightly. Lifting his chin, he felt that this was meaningful, at least, Shen Wenfei saw him.

In the last week of the term, the badminton team stopped training, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the road was covered with thick snow. Song Ran stood in the wind, cherishing the time spent together in the last few days. After all, after the holiday, he had almost I couldn't see Shen Wenfei again for a month.

Seeing students in twos and threes coming out of the school gate side by side, Song Ran stretched his neck to look for the figure he was looking forward to seeing in the crowd. When he saw Shen Wenfei and Qin Gu, he pretended to raise his head inadvertently, and gave them a nod. with a smile.

Qin Gu met Song Ran and trotted over. The two had known each other for more than a year and were already very familiar with each other. Qin Gu was heartless and it was very easy to get along with him. So cautious, he insisted on inviting Qin Gu to eat roasted sweet potatoes, Qin Gu was not polite, and said casually, "Our badminton team is going to have dinner tonight, I have to save my stomach, just pick a small one."

Seeing that Shen Wenfei was approaching, Song Ran stretched out his hand to pick out sweet potatoes. His hands were red from the cold, and his fingers were slightly swollen and a little bit crusted. Qin Gu was shocked when he saw it, "Your hands What happened?"

His exclamation caused Shen Wenfei, who had just stood still, to look over, Song Ran subconsciously hid her hands, and smiled embarrassedly, "It's cold..." "It won't freeze like this when it's cold, I It hurts even just looking at it, Wen Fei, don’t you think so?”

Song Ran stuffed the sweet potato to Qin Gu, and his eyes inadvertently passed over Shen Wenfei's hand. The broad palm, pink knuckles, and slender fingers looked like pampered hands. Slowly hiding her hands behind her back, she quickly shook her head, "It's really nothing."

Shen Wenfei just glanced at him, as if he didn't care much, and didn't answer Qin Gu's words.

Song Ran felt a subtle sense of loss in his heart, but he was not Shen Wenfei, and it was only natural that Shen Wenfei didn't care about his hands.

After they left, Song Ran spread his hands slowly. In fact, his hands were not ugly, but in winter, he worked too much in cold water, and it was inevitable that he would suffer from frostbite. Last year, he had chilblain, which was so painful that he touched It grinned when touched.

But people are born to live different lives. Some people grow up with rich food and good food, and some people can grow up with leftovers. He only occasionally fantasizes that if he didn't have Song Wei as his father, he wouldn't have to live like this tough life.

Life didn't leave Song Ran with time to mourn the spring and autumn, so after he settled the stall, he hurried to the restaurant where he worked.

After winter, restaurant workers don’t want to wash dishes in cold water for fear of hurting their hands. Even if they wear gloves, the cold water can still accurately reach the skin on their hands, and they will naturally suffer from frostbite over time.

But in order to earn an extra 300 yuan, Song Ran took the initiative to take on this drudgery. The dishes were dirty and greasy, and piled up like a hill. After cutting off the top of the hill, another pile was quickly piled up. The boss pulled a water pipe out. Song Randumao was at the entrance of the restaurant, working hard against the wind. At the beginning, he couldn't bear the biting cold water, but later he discovered that the bottom line of a person can be broken through little by little. I can't feel the pain anymore.

He regards himself as a dishwasher, planning to use the extra money this month to add a padded jacket to grandma, and maybe go to the second-hand market to find a radio. The radio at home was bought several years ago. Grandma can only rely on the sound to see To relieve boredom, but recently he found that the radio was always rustling, and grandma didn't often turn it on.

He kept moving his hands, and his mind kept spinning. When he realized that someone was calling him, he suddenly raised his head, and saw a dozen or so teenagers, all of whom were familiar faces, looking at him one after another.

Song Ran never thought that the badminton team would have dinner at the restaurant where he worked. Although most people in the team had already inquired about his family affairs, at this moment, facing all kinds of eyes, either sympathy or surprise, he couldn't understand. There was a feeling of being stripped naked and thrown on the street. The north wind was beating on his nerves. Song Ran blinked blankly, and when he saw Shen Wenfei who was also looking at him on the right, he was almost embarrassed. I can't think about it.

Qin Gu was the first to react, and led everyone to go in for dinner, then came to Song Ran with a haha, "I didn't expect to bump into acquaintances, I wonder if the boss can give us a discount."

Song Ran is not in the mood to speak now, trying to squeeze out a smile, and heard Shen Wenfei's voice, "Qin Gu, let's go."

It was as if he specially found a quiet space for Song Ran who felt ashamed.

Qin Gu couldn't laugh anymore, got up and went into the restaurant.

Song Ran didn't dare to raise his head to look at Shen Wenfei's expression, he was afraid that he could also see emotions such as sympathy in Shen Wenfei's eyes, the self-esteem that he had deliberately ignored scrambled out and turned into vines to restrain him and make him breathe However, when his peers were enjoying the happy time of campus life and having dinner with friends, he had to sit in the bitter cold wind and do the dirtiest and most tiring work, Song Ran could only feel a violent sour smell rushing straight to the tip of his nose.

It must be too cold to have a runny nose. He took a deep breath, shielded the sound from the outside world, and mechanically washed the endless dishes repeatedly.

Going home that night, Song Ran hid under the blanket and cried secretly for a long time. His eyes were still a little red when he woke up the next day. Fortunately, his grandma couldn't see him. Before going out, he warmed the porridge for grandma. In the quilt, the old-fashioned radio made an unpleasant sound of rattling, and the channel was adjusted on the buttons with a blank expression.

In such a situation, what qualifications does he have to ask for the cheap self-esteem of young people?

Song Ran still went to sell sweet potatoes at the entrance of Middle School A. There were only a few days left in this semester, and he didn't want to have a beginning and an end.

Sure enough, I saw Shen Wenfei and Qin Gu again. Song Ran greeted them as usual. I thought they would leave immediately, but Qin Gu came to his booth and took out a small medicine jar from his schoolbag, "Song Ran Of course, this is for you."

Song Ran looked at the white medicine jar, not knowing why.

"I got it yesterday. Wen Fei wiped it on me this morning. I think the effect is pretty good. Your hands..." He didn't finish the sentence, but turned to look at Shen Wenfei, "You don't mind if I Give it to Song Ran."

Seeing Shen Wenfei, Song Ran shook his head.

He was a little flattered, "Didn't you hit it, I took it..." Qin Gu stuffed it to him, "Hey, what is that, I am rough and thick, and I can't count ten times a day What, you have to thank Wen Fei, if he didn’t happen to have this thing, I wouldn’t be able to borrow flowers to offer Buddha.” He paused, and finally came to his senses, “No, Wen Fei, you never brought these things before. , why is it just right..." Shen Wenfei interrupted him, "Do you want to eat sweet potatoes?"

Qin Gu was indeed attracted to pay attention, "Are you treating me?"

Song Ran held the small medicine jar in her palm and rushed to say, "I, please!"

Neither of them shied away. He picked two large sweet potatoes and expressed his sincere gratitude, "Thank you for your ointment."

Qin Gu bit down the sweet potato chips together, "You are welcome, we are all friends."

"Yes," Song Ran felt a little hot under his eyes, "friend..." Shen Wenfei took the sweet potato in his hand and didn't eat it. Song Ran looked at him and whispered, "I won't come to set up a stall the day after tomorrow. , see you next semester."

Shen Wenfei hummed, and then began to tear off the skin of the sweet potato.

Song Ran held the medicine jar and watched them go away. It was cold and windy, but he felt that this was the warmest winter he had in recent years. He had two friends, Shen Wenfei and Qin Gu, and there were people who cared about the things in his hands. Even though Shen Wenfei didn't intend to give the ointment to him, it didn't stop Qin Gu from giving it to him.

Therefore, it could be considered that Shen Wenfei cared about him.

The water was rushing, Song Ran stared at the hand with no trace of scar under the incandescent lamp, and closed the gate of memory tightly.

He now has hot water for washing the dishes, and he no longer needs to shiver in the cold wind. The jar of ointment that Shen Wenfei gave him back then gave him some comfort in the painful nights, and now he can live a more comfortable life than many people Life was also given by Shen Wenfei.

Song Ran felt uncomfortable, and tonight Shen Wenfei said clearly that he was not angry, but he still noticed the change in Shen Wenfei's mood.

In fact, he was the one who hid it from Shen Wenfei first, if Shen Wenfei was really angry, he wouldn't complain.

Song Ran tidied up the dining table, put a table of untouched dishes into the refrigerator, and when she walked through the study, she heard Shen Wenfei's voice, with a rare irritability, "The budget is so much, if we can't talk about the ideal Contact the new supplier immediately, I don't want to waste time on these things and delay the progress of the project..." He coughed a few times under his throat and continued.

Song Ran didn't have a habit of eavesdropping on Shen Wenfei's meetings, but when he heard the suppressed cough, he turned back to the kitchen silently, found the saucepan, opened the rock sugar jar in the cabinet, took another Sydney, and started working in the kitchen.

Shen Wenfei, Shen Wenfei... He said these three words silently in his heart, and his whole body was like a full balloon, filling up little by little.

Make up with Shen Wenfei, unilaterally, he doesn't want Shen Wenfei to be unhappy.

The author has something to say: I will not describe Xiao Shen’s psychology in a large space in this article. Let’s rely on the details to experience his love for Xiao Song.