night tide recedes

Song Ran sent baked sweet potatoes to the badminton team for more than a month, and the first semester of high school passed quietly.

Throughout the summer vacation, Song Ran worked in the factory, installing flashlights for people. The factory did not calculate the salary according to the daily salary, but according to the amount. Work starts at nine o'clock in the evening. In such high-intensity mechanical work, Song Ran can't think about other people and things anymore. The three words Shen Wenfei only pop out of his heart at a specific time. tall, but quickly disappeared.

After school started, because of the hot weather, the business of roasted sweet potatoes was not as good as in winter. Although Song Ran really wanted to continue to set up a stall in A, and also wanted to see Shen Wenfei again, after thinking twice, he still stayed in the factory and continued to work hard. After working for two months, he waited until the weather turned slightly cooler before he went to the market to buy goods, and rode a second-hand tricycle he bought to A to set up a stall.

Seeing Shen Wenfei again after more than three months, Song Ran found that he seemed to be a little taller than before, and the ordinary large black and white school uniform on him did not look redundant, but looked like a young boy in a poster, rushing towards his face. The breath of winter sea water.

Shen Wenfei was still on the badminton team. Song Ran saw him the first day he set up a stall. Qin Gu walked out of the school gate side by side with him. Song Ran only dared to take a peek. So he waved to greet him, but the cowardice and inferiority in his bones made him silently lower his eyes.

"Song Ran!" Qin Gu exclaimed, trotting towards him, "I thought you weren't coming."

Song Ran was very happy that Qin Gu was still able to say hello to him, and his silent face flashed with joy, and he explained almost eagerly, "I work in a factory, the weather is hot, and the business of roasted sweet potatoes is not good."

Qin Gu expressed his understanding, "Yeah, it's extremely hot in summer. It's true that few people buy this thing, but it's good if you come. Two days ago, someone in our team asked if you could continue to give it to us."

At this time Shen Wenfei also approached, Song Ran was inexplicably nervous, but Shen Wenfei didn't look at him, but said to Qin Gu, "I'm leaving first."

Qin Gu gave him a tug, "Do you want one?"

Shen Wenfei didn't look at Song Ran from the beginning to the end, and said in a flat tone, "No."

As she said that, she walked straight forward, Song Ran looked at his tall and straight back, and when she summoned up the courage to say hello to him, it suddenly extinguished like a flame that was splashed with a basin of water.

Qin Gu was a little strange, and muttered, "It was obviously fine just now," and smiled at Song Ran, "Don't worry about him, give me one."

Song Ran had no choice but to put away his subtle sense of loss, and picked a sweet potato for Qin Gu, but he firmly refused Qin Gu's money.

Qin Gu couldn't resist him, took a bite of the potato meat, grinned his teeth from being burned, and said vaguely, "That's the taste."

Shen Wenfei had almost reached the end of the street, Song Ran hurriedly grabbed a sweet potato and wrapped it in a paper bag before Qin Gu left, stuffed it in Qin Gu, and said lightly, "Shen Wenfei, please."

Qin Gu didn't shirk, "I must watch him eat it."

Seeing that Shen Wenfei was about to disappear, Qin Gu hurriedly bid farewell to Song Ran, and hurriedly ran up to chase Shen Wenfei. Song Ran stared at the tall figure in the afterglow for a moment, until Qin Gu forced the sweet potato into Shen Wenfei. In his hand, he slowly loosened the ten fingers that were tightly clenched.

For some reason, he felt that Shen Wenfei's mood was not very good when he met this time. Could it be that the training was not going well?

Although he was curious, he didn't have time to think about it. Seeing that it was almost 06:30, he hurriedly closed the stall and rushed to the restaurant where he worked.

Song Ran continued to send sweet potatoes to the badminton team again, still every Wednesday afternoon, and the number of times he went there was more. The students of the badminton team also knew Song Ran, and would greet him, and he was not so reserved when he came and went. I will stand in the corner of the training room and watch the game for a while.

Shen Wenfei doesn't play often, but as long as he stands on the field, he will be the focus of everyone. Later Song Ran heard from Qin Gu that the coach originally recommended Shen Wenfei to be the captain, but Shen Wenfei refused. Qin Gu guessed that he didn't want to Stand out, after all, his name is too famous in A, one more title is one more topic of discussion.

The more outstanding Shen Wenfei was, the less Song Ran dared to approach him. For several weeks since he came back to set up a stall, every time Shen Wenfei saw him, he would just politely raise his chin as a greeting, but Song Ran had observed, Shen Wenfei always nodded when he met other people, but raised his chin to him. He didn't know why Shen Wenfei treated himself and others differently, and he didn't dare to talk to Shen Wenfei rashly.

He just stood at the door or corner of the training room, looking at Shen Wenfei who was sweating and felt very happy.

Sometimes contentment is such a simple thing.

Time traveled through the tunnel and came to 27-year-old Song Ran. Yan Ming took him to visit University C. He stood by the window of the badminton hall of University C. Looking at the vigorous figure inside, he unconsciously recalled the time when he peeked at Shen Wenfei Time passed, and the corners of her lips raised a small arc quietly.

"Do you want to play two rounds?" Yan Ming's voice pulled Song Ran out of his memory.

He shook his head again and again, "I don't know how to fight."

Yan Ming saw that he was eager to try, so he naturally grabbed Song Ran's wrist and walked into the gymnasium. Before Song Ran could speak again, he said, "The senior I know is from the badminton team. I will borrow two beats from him. Come here, don't come here in vain."

Song Ran also didn't care about being held by him, and said very cautiously, "But I haven't played for many years..." He gave sweet potatoes for two years and watched many simulations in the training hall He even watched Shen Wenfei's real games, but he hasn't played badminton since junior high school. Of course, he also longed to be as free as the students in A middle school, but no one noticed his sensitive and timid mind. He can only hide his little wish in his heart.

Yan Ming quickly dragged him to the badminton court. There were many people here, and everyone's attention was on the flying shuttlecocks, but Song Ran, who hadn't seen anyone for a long time, was still nervous and wanted to escape, "Why don't you forget it .”

"Just treat it as my itchy hands, and play sports with me." Yan Ming stuffed the borrowed badminton racket into Song Ran's hand, smiling so cutely that he showed two cute little tiger teeth, "Is it because Brother Ran is afraid of losing all the time?" Give it to me, so you don’t dare to fight.”

Anyway, Yan Ming is also eight years younger than Song Ran. He was so excited that he couldn't say no, so he could only bite the bullet and agree, "If I can't catch the ball, don't laugh at me... ..." Yan Ming took the ball and ran to the other side of the net, and raised his voice, "Don't worry."

Song Ran stood on the court, his hands and feet were stiff, as if he was competing in some international competition, his expression was extremely serious, he stared at the ball in Yan Ming's hand and dared not move.

"Brother Ran, it's started."

With the sound of Yan Ming, the badminton was thrown into the air. Song Ran held the racket vigorously. Seeing the ball coming towards him, he swung the club suddenly, and the ball flew back. His eyes suddenly lit up. Yan Ming did not hit the ball, but He threw it in the palm of his hand and said loudly, "Isn't this quite good?"

Song Ran smiled embarrassedly. He thought of Shen Wenfei again. It turned out that he felt this way on the court, but he was definitely not as dazzling as Shen Wenfei. At best, he was trying to follow the path Shen Wenfei had walked.

He soon lost his mind to recall the past, Yan Ming hit the ball again, this time he failed to catch it, Song Ran was not discouraged, and concentrated on playing with Yan Ming.

The two played for more than half an hour, and Song Ran was sweating all over. Yan Ming asked him to stand by and rest, and return the badminton racket by himself.

The senior joked, "Who is that handsome guy? You keep feeding him the ball?"

Yan Ming plucked the tip of his sweat-drenched hair, stuffed the racket into the senior's arms, and showed a bright smile, "I'll tell you when it's done."

Song Ran looked at Yan Ming who was trotting back after returning the racket. He didn't expect to have such a harvest when he came to visit C University. Now his heart is still beating non-stop after exercising, and his face is also a little hot. When Yan Ming came In front of him, he couldn't help but share his joy, "It's so comfortable to move around in winter."

"That is, if you have time in the future, I will take you to play." Yan Ming smiled, "By the way, there is a scallion oil noodle across the road from our school. It is delicious. Let me take you to try it?"

Song Ran wandered around C University all morning, visited the teaching center and the exhibition hall run by the students, and played golf. Now he is really hungry, but he is a little bit reluctant to leave so soon.

"Brother Ran, it's already one o'clock. If you still want to go shopping, let's make another appointment?" Yan Ming found the reason for the next meeting in a few words.

Sure enough, Song Ran nodded.

Only then did the two walk out of the school slowly. Yan Ming was introducing the university life to Song Ran all the way, and also told a lot of interesting stories about freshman year. Emotions, even words are a little bit more.

The two crossed the road, Yan Ming took Song Ran to eat scallion oil noodles, "Don't look at this small store, it has been here for seven or eight years, it's affordable and delicious, you'll know when you try it later."

Song Ran pays attention to everything he eats. Hearing this, he can't help poking his head to see the figures busy in the kitchen. It's a pity that the boss is afraid that someone will steal his secret recipe. The window he left is so small that Song Ran can't see it at all. During the production process, I was about to give up when I heard Yan Ming's doubtful voice, "Why does that man keep looking at us?"

Song Ran turned her head when she heard the words, followed Yan Ming's line of sight, and saw a car parked on the opposite side of the road, waiting for the traffic light. Song Ran crossed the bushes in the road, and caught the stern face in the back seat of the car at a glance. Shen Wenfei's eyes were as cold as frost, and he looked at him from afar.

Song Ran was so cold that he almost jumped up, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.

Yan Ming was taken aback by him, and he also stood up to look at Shen Wenfei. He asked suspiciously, "Brother Ran, someone you know?"

Song Ran couldn't answer at all.

With mixed thoughts for a while, and the car had already waited for the green light, Shen Wenfei silently looked away, and then slowly rolled up the car window, blocking Song Ran's gaze.

This action is an obvious gesture of rejection.

Until the car disappeared in front of his eyes, Song Ran's heart was still beating wildly.

Yan Ming also noticed something was wrong with him, "Brother Ran, are you an enemy?"

He shook his head slowly, no longer in the mood to eat scallion oil noodles, and hastily bid farewell to Yan Ming, "I'm sorry, I have to go home first."

Yan Ming stopped, "Then shall we contact again?"

Song Ran bit her lip, neither agreed nor refused, and quickly walked out of the noodle shop to take a taxi.

Why didn't you tell Shen Wenfei earlier, and let Shen Wenfei run into him? Song Ran regretted the little lie that day, and could only hope that Shen Wenfei would not be too angry with him.

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