night tide recedes

Song Ran's attention to Shen Wenfei was like the last few drops of rain in spring, silent and cautious, coming quietly and leaving quietly.

He only dared to stand behind his sweet potato stand, look over the corner of the rusty charcoal stove, pretend to inadvertently raise his eyes to see the figure coming out of the school gate. When Shen Wenfei was fifteen or sixteen years old, the essence of the iceberg was still buried in the deep sea. He only sticks out his head. At this period, he is more like a young pine and cypress in the cold wind, tall and straight, with a little bit of vigor.

In the second semester of high school, Shen Wenfei joined the school's badminton team. Due to training, he would leave school later than other students. In fact, Song Ran should have closed his stall at this time, but in order to get a glimpse of Shen Wenfei, he gave himself I found a lot of excuses, even if I couldn't sell a few more sweet potatoes in the end, I still had to blow the wind for an extra hour at the school gate where there were no people.

Even he himself couldn't find the reason for doing this, probably because he was living too poorly, so he subconsciously wanted to get close to Shen Wenfei who was outstanding in everything, as if as long as he saw more, he could use Shen Wenfei's beauty to dispel the slightest traces of life. Wisps of haze.

During training, Shen Wenfei wore blue and white sportswear, as long as Song Ran raised his head, he could see a different Shen Wenfei.

His hair will be wet with sweat after exercise, his cheeks will be slightly pink, and his slender legs are wrapped in socks, which contain the unique strength of a teenager. He likes to hang a badminton racket on his shoulder , together with his schoolbag, whenever Song Ran sees Shen Wenfei like this, he is always glad that there are not many people at the school gate at that time, and he can clearly see every detail of Shen Wenfei's body.

"Wen Fei."

A boy wearing the same tracksuit trotted out from the school gate and stood beside Shen Wenfei. The two walked side by side. Song Ran lowered his head sadly. He could always quickly realize that standing beside Shen Wenfei He would be as excellent as Shen Wenfei, but he was like a dingy little mouse, who could only peep at the untouchable light in the dark.

"Little boss, little boss."

Realizing that he was calling himself, Song Ran raised his head and saw Shen Wenfei and the boy came to his booth. This was the second time Shen Wenfei stood in front of him after a few months. Looking at the boy, "Student, do you want to buy sweet potatoes?"

"How do you sell this?" The young man is very energetic and has a loud voice, and he can feel that he is a very straightforward person.

Song Ran introduced to him, "Five yuan a catty, you pick my weight."

"Bring me two big ones, Wen Fei, I'll give you one."

Shen Wenfei's eyes turned from Song Ran's face inadvertently, "No need."

It turned out to be exactly the same rejection as last time. Song Ran felt a subtle sense of frustration, as if Shen Wenfei's words were not refusing to eat sweet potatoes, but rejecting him in disguise. He wanted to sell his sweet potatoes like others, but he He was originally a timid and stupid person, let alone facing Shen Wenfei, he couldn't utter a word of those words, he could only hang his head slightly, unconsciously showing a trace of loss.

Unexpectedly, the young man said, "Don't be polite to me, last time Damu bought several to the training room, didn't you still boast that they were delicious?"

Song Ran suddenly raised his head to look at Shen Wenfei, his eyes were dark and bright, with a bit of surprise and joy, Shen Wenfei didn't avoid his eyes, and he didn't even feel the embarrassment of being exposed on the spot, he just moved his light-colored lips, the words were right The fellow boy said, "Okay."

"Little boss, you can choose two sweeter ones for me."

After Song Ran couldn't believe it, he was stunned by the dense surprise. A shy and soft smile appeared on his delicate face. It was rare for him to smile in front of strangers, as if the dust had been blown off the surface of a pristine pearl. , revealing the moisture inside, he carefully picked out two sweet potatoes for them, carried them in a paper bag, and handed them to the boy.

The boy scratched his head and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to order afternoon tea last time? I think this sweet potato is pretty good. Boss, if we want it, can you send it to our school?"

Go to school?This is what Song Ran dreamed of, his eyes were so bright that they were about to overflow, he looked at the young man fixedly, nodded hurriedly, "Yes, of course."

"That's fine, my name is Qin Gu, you can call me by my name," he pointed at Shen Wenfei again, "You should know this, my teammate Shen Wenfei."

Song Ran nodded, secretly glanced at Shen Wenfei who said nothing, and replied softly, "I know you."

Qin Gu smiled, and lightly bumped Shen Wenfei with his elbow, "Look, I told you that you are famous."

Shen Wenfei was noncommittal, and suddenly asked, "What about you?"

Song Ran was stunned by these two words, and it took him a long time to realize that Shen Wenfei was talking to him, his cheeks were so hot that he couldn't even straighten his tongue, "My name is Song Ran."

Shen Wenfei nodded to express that he knew.

Qin Gu patted Song Ran on the shoulder, "Boss Xiao Song, let's get in touch and leave."

Song Ran was still immersed in the dizziness of having a conversation with Shen Wenfei, staring blankly at the two figures walking farther and farther under the setting sun, wondering if it was his illusion, Shen Wenfei seemed to turn his face to look at him.

This day was Song Ran’s biggest gain from setting up a stall at the entrance of A Middle School for more than half a year. Not only did he have a conversation with Shen Wenfei, but he might also have the opportunity to enter A Middle School to take a look. I was admitted to A middle school, but because of family changes, I was under too much mental pressure, and my grades dropped.

If he could have been admitted to the best A middle school in the city, maybe he would have received a bursary. Unfortunately, he still dropped out of school in the end.

This is one of Song Ran's many regrets in his life, so when he inspected the place where sweet potatoes were sold, the first choice was the door in A, as if as long as he did this, he could still remember that he was also someone who was pursued.

The young Song Ran had many pursuits, but after meeting Shen Wenfei, all his energy was devoted to Shen Wenfei.

For example, right now, he is heading to Donghua Market to buy ingredients for stewing pork bone soup tonight.

Today's snow is a little smaller than yesterday, but it is still muddy when it shows up. The snowplow is busy working on the side of the road. Song Ran carefully walks around the wetland. He is wearing Shen Wenfei's newly bought shoes, probably because he knows the price. In addition to the psychological effect, these shoes seem to have a little anti-slip effect on the feet.

When approaching the market, he saw Yan Ming standing in front of the vegetable stall in a sweater and chatting with his grandparents from a distance. He was wearing a black sweater and dark blue jeans. He had an unstoppable youthful vibe. He seemed to be born to socialize and could talk to anyone. We can talk, and we are very cute in appearance. I don't know what I said, which made the uncle and aunt giggle.

Song Ran admires Yan Ming's social skills from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Ming also saw him, and waved at him vigorously, his tall body ran over, whipped up a small gust of wind, and soon came to Song Ran, "It's time to wait for you."

After all, he was not familiar with it, Song Ran was still a little uncomfortable, walked forward slowly, and said, "Go in."

Yan Ming followed him, "By the way, you can just call me Xiaoyan, it's the salt of Yanba."

Song Ran was stunned for a moment, a little confused, "Yanba?"

"It's a nickname, that's what my friends call me," Yan Ming laughed, showing two small canine teeth, "What should I call you, you seem to be a little older than me."

Song Ran thought to himself, not a little bigger, but a lot bigger, but he still said, "It's okay."

"Then I'll call you Xiaoran?"

Seeing Song Ran's expression, Yan Ming was stunned for a moment, so his eyes slightly enlarged, and he said innocently, "You can say whatever you want."

Ever since he was a child, only grandma had called Song Ran so affectionately, but the words had already been let out, and he couldn't go back on his word. Just as he was about to bite the bullet and agree, Yan Ming already laughed, "I'm just joking, my name is Song Ran. How about you brother, can you?"

Brother Ran has a little more distance than Xiaoran, of course Song Ran doesn't mind, and he is older than Yan Ming, so it's only natural to call him brother, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

The two entered the market side by side, and a fishy smell rushed over their faces. Yan Ming had never been to the market, and wrinkled his nose, but seeing Song Ran's face unchanged, he quickly put away his expression and followed Song Ran , seeming to observe Song Ran's grocery shopping very seriously.

I can't help but think that if he was so serious about his final exam review, he wouldn't have to worry about failing the class.

The author has something to say: Xiaoyan: Today is also a day of poaching!