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The desk calendar is something that can intuitively feel the passage of time. Yu Qiuliang didn't have lunch at school at noon today. After going home, he lay down on the bed for a while, then got up and hugged the desk calendar on the table in a daze.It is not appropriate to say that he was in a daze, because he was muttering something, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Yu Qiuliang held a pen and drew stroke by stroke on the desk calendar. He bought the desk calendar late, and now he needs to count the days to know how many days have passed in a year.When he was in school, he could tell what day of the week it was, but he couldn’t remember what day it was, so it was extremely difficult for him to tell the date. The one in my impression.

After ticking one tick after another, and finally ticking off all the days that have passed, Yu Qiuliang let out a short breath, and started counting the days according to the calendar.He is counting the days, yes, the countdown software installed on the phone can only display numbers, but not the time span represented by those numbers. He has to look at the calendar to figure out how long the remaining time is. is long.

There is not much time left before the college entrance examination. About three months will pass in the blink of an eye.Yu Qiuliang pressed his finger on the grid of June [-]th, glanced hurriedly, and looked for another date.From March to June, it's not very long, from June to October, that's it, rounding it up, he's almost an adult.

"What are you doing?" Yu Xiasheng entered the room with his mobile phone and found him tossing about the calendar. He gave him a strange look, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his actions.For Yu Xiasheng, time passed in the same way whether it was long or short. After all, there were not many special dates left for him to look forward to and look forward to.Hope is something that only children do. Adults are too busy to care about hope.

"There's something wrong with you!" Yu Qiuliang was counting the days well, but when he interrupted him suddenly, he immediately forgot which day he was counting.The hand pressing on the coated paper trembled slightly, and after a while, Yu Qiuliang suddenly raised the desk calendar and called towards Yu Xiasheng's face.Yu Xiasheng was so frightened that he yelled "Ai ai", squatted down in a hurry, abandoned the mobile phone, imitated the hostages, put his hands on top of his head, and complained while protecting his head: "What's the matter, I beat people every now and then."

He quietly raised his head to observe Yu Qiuliang's face, in case he stepped on his little ancestor's thunder, but when he took a look, he unexpectedly found that Yu Qiuliang's eyes were red.Could it be that he didn't sleep well last night?Yu Xia was startled, but soon realized it was not.He can be sure that Yu Qiuliang slept well, at least last night, the child's sleep was normal.

It certainly wasn't because of staying up late that the eye sockets were red. Under his supervision, Yu Qiuliang climbed into bed early to sleep.Besides, they were all tired, their heads touched the pillows, and they could fall asleep soon, and there was no such thing as a sleepless night.Yu Xiasheng subconsciously thought that Yu Qiuliang had been bullied at school, but Yu Qiuliang had always been the only one who bullied other students. If he were to be bullied by his classmates, no one would believe him.

To be cautious, Yu Xiasheng asked one more question: "Did something happen at school?"

"It's okay." Yu Qiuliang was in a bad mood, he threw the desk calendar on the chair and left it alone, he fell back on the bed with a bang, staring at the lamp on the ceiling.In fact, he is not fine, but what happened to him made him embarrassed to say it, he just slept in the cage at school and had a nightmare.

After much deliberation, the nightmare might also have something to do with his mother's words.Yu Qiuliang is not too dissatisfied with his current life, but once he thinks back to the past, all kinds of negative emotions surge up, engulfing him and pulling him back into a dark world.The mother may have unconsciously mentioned some words related to the past, but those are things that Yu Qiuliang does not want to recall. Now he can remember things related to the past, except for the excessively high standards, which are endless quarrels, beatings, and the smell of alcohol in the air.

He doesn't like drinking, and he doesn't like other people drinking, except for Yu Xiasheng, and old ghosts are not within his dislike range.He didn't think numbing himself with alcohol was a commendable act of heroism, and it was cowardly to sink and escape.I don't know why my mother suddenly brought up the past. Does she think that a little bit of sweetness can eliminate all the pain she has experienced?This is completely impossible.Yu Qiuliang's throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, which made him uncomfortable all over. He jumped up from the bed suddenly, and took a big sip of water from the thermos cup on the table.

The warm water relieved his anxiety, and the cool taste brought him back his calm.My heart is blocked, and my normal life cannot be affected by this kind of shit.He glanced at Yu Xiasheng who was squatting by the bed, and felt that it was wrong for him to hit someone with a desk calendar just now, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Yu Xiasheng's head twice, as if to comfort a large dog.

It's okay for him to be irritable, Yu Xiasheng can get used to it, but when he suddenly becomes gentle, Yu Xiasheng feels weird instead.The hand was pressed on the top of Yu Xiasheng's head, and he could clearly feel his trembling. Yu Qiuliang's mood that had just recovered became worse again. He grabbed the hair on the top of Yu Xiasheng's head and pulled it up forcefully.

"Domestic violence breaks the law." Yu Xiasheng pressed his hand to prevent him from messing with his hair.This sentence was said to him by Yu Qiuliang in the past, but now it's reversed, it's really a turn of events, what is unlucky today may not necessarily be unlucky tomorrow, and what is proud today may not be proud tomorrow.

"If you say something nice, I'll let you go." Yu Qiuliang shook his hand, causing Yu Xiasheng's head to shake too.His tone seemed to be that of a savage bandit mountain king. He didn't make sense at all, and he didn't care whether the person he caught knew what kind of nice words he liked to hear.

Yu Xiasheng racked his brains and couldn't figure out what the good words in Qiu Liang's mind meant, and he was afraid that he would lose his temper if he said something wrong, so he chose to remain silent.Silence is golden, no matter what, there is nothing wrong with silence.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and Yu Qiuliang let go of her hand, wrapping her hands stickily.Now Yu Xiasheng finally understood what happened. Whenever Yu Qiuliang had a nightmare, he would always look like this.In the first few months with Yu Qiuliang, Yu Xiasheng once suspected whether the child was schizophrenic, but later found out that this is not the case, he is just in a bad mood.

"Sleeping at school again?" Yu Xiasheng kicked off his slippers, picked up the phone that had fallen by the bed, and sat on the bed.Yu Qiuliang hummed and chirped twice, neither admitting nor denying it.If you don't deny it, it means that Yu Xiasheng guessed it right. Indeed, Yu Qiuliang is of course not willing to talk about such trivial things as having nightmares.

Dreams and reality are opposites - except for this kind of words, Yu Xiasheng can't think of any consolation that is actually helpful, and the biggest problem is that he can't ask Yu Qiuliang what he dreamed about.He opened his mouth and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Yu Qiuliang pick up the desk calendar on the table, cover his face, and quickly retracted into the quilt.

After a while, there was a strange whimpering sound from under the desk calendar, and Yu Xiasheng froze in place, neither advancing nor retreating with his outstretched hand.

The blind little black cat squeezed in through the crack of the door, and jumped onto Yu Qiuliang's belly regardless of Yu Xiasheng's stop.The little paws stomped on Qiuliang's belly, meowing and meowing, diluting the solemnity in the air a little.Yu Qiuliang had vented enough, lifted the desk calendar covering his face, picked up the little black cat, jumped off the ground barefoot, and ran to the kitchen to find something to eat for it.

The so-called one thing falls one thing, that's about it. The only thing left that can make Yu Qiuliang forget all his troubles and concentrate on taking care of him is this kitten.He took care of the little black cat as his younger brother, showing ten thousand times more care, as if the only kitten in the world was his precious treasure.Yu Xiasheng leaned against the door, stared at him and the cat for a while, and felt a rare sour feeling in his heart, as if he had drunk three catties of vinegar.

The sound of the flapping of the cotton slippers gradually approached and then gradually moved away. Yu Qiuliang patted the kitten's back and turned his head inadvertently.He actually saw a little loneliness from Yu Xiasheng's back, as if this person was an empty-nest old man abandoned by his children, lonely and pitiful, with no one to rely on.

Master Meow didn't like to be disturbed while eating, but he had a good temper. When Yu Qiuliang's hand touched him, he didn't stretch out his paws to scratch it, but turned sideways and hid for a while.It didn't want to be touched, and Yu Qiuliang didn't force it. He held the slippers in his hand, and walked on tiptoe to the bedroom. The little black cat buried its head in eating, and took a moment to look up at him, thinking that they were very strange.

=The one in the room was lying on the bed and looking at his mobile phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yu Qiuliang poking his head outside the door. He immediately felt amused, but he pretended to be calm and didn't make a sound.Yu Qiuliang glanced at him through the crack of the door, and suddenly disappeared again, after a while, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, Yu Qiuliang walked in with a glass in his hand, and asked, "What are you doing? "

Yu Xiasheng thought to himself that you gave me a fatal blow when I asked you just now, why should I answer when you ask me now?He was right to think so, but his mouth moved faster than his head, and he opened his mouth to speak before he decided not to answer: "I want to buy something."

Hearing this, Yu Qiuliang scanned Yu Xiasheng from head to toe with novel eyes, and he pretended that this person never shopped online. After all, he had never seen Yu Xiasheng buy anything that required online shopping. The cognition of "an old ghost actually shopped online" suddenly knocked Yu Qiuliang unconscious, he mechanically drank a mouthful of water, and leaned over to Yu Xiasheng to look at the pictures on the phone screen. They were a few watches that looked good.

After clicking on the big picture, Yu Qiuliang found that the watch wasn't very good, it was very beautiful, and it belonged to the type that makes one's heart flutter at a glance.Song Ciran said that the poor play cars and the rich play watches, but Yu Qiuliang feels that Yu Xiasheng is not very rich. He thinks this watch is at an ordinary price, which belongs to the kind that the working class can afford.

"Does it look good?" Yu Xiasheng asked.

Yu Qiuliang subconsciously nodded.

"Do you think I should buy it or not?" Yu Xiasheng zoomed in on the picture on his phone and zoomed in again, telling him that every detail of the watch was clearly visible. Yu Qiuliang was dazzled by him, so he said, "How much? Buy it?" chant."

Buy it if it’s not expensive, or buy it if you need it—price and practicality are the only two points that Yuliang will consider when shopping.

Of course, the price of this watch is not very expensive, Yu Xiasheng smiled slightly: "Not expensive, 72..."

72 is so cheap that even Yu Qiuliang, a poor student party, can afford it.Since he can afford it, why is he hesitating?Yu Qiuliang snorted: "You can buy it so cheap, what can you say?"

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiasheng only said half of what he said, and there was still the second half left unsaid. He squeezed Yu Qiuliang's face, and slowly uttered a word: "... Wan".

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The glass was almost knocked over by Yu Qiuliang. He turned pale with fright. He looked at the shiny watch in the picture, and at Yu Xiasheng, who exuded the aura of a poor man all over his body, and questioned his soul directly. : "Are you floating? You dare to look at a 72 watch. Do you have money?"

Obviously, not only did Yu Xiasheng have no money, he didn't even know what to do.Hearing Yu Qiuliang's question, he curled his lips disapprovingly: "Is it illegal to just look at it without buying it?"

If the 72 is Tiandi Bank, Yu Qiuliang thinks it's okay. Calculated in this way, his family has hundreds of millions of deposits, and he can be regarded as a wealthy family.

He was about to brag to Yu Xiasheng when the other party preemptively said, "Okay, let's do your math homework."

Mathematics Mathematics Mathematics, just know mathematics all day long.There are only a few days left before the exam, so it's no use cramming.The sip of water that Yu Qiuliang just drank was almost vomited out by the word "mathematics". He felt that Yu Xiasheng was good at stirring up his emotions.

Holding his breath, he walked back to the living room, put the glass back on the shelf, Yu Qiuliang raised his eyelids to look at the clock on the wall, and found that it was time for him to go to school.Maybe it was because he was tired from playing truant, and he didn't even have the mind to leave school in the second half of the third year of high school. What about commenting on test papers, what about evening self-study, just play while attending class, there is no need to skip.

Song Ciran had the same idea with him, the two of them came to school every morning to sleep, went home at noon, came back to school in the afternoon, and continued to make salted fish.There are only three months left to be the same deskmate in school, and they finally feel that they should cherish their time.Although it may not be impossible to meet each other after graduation, I always feel that something is missing.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Song Ciran lifted the English book on his face and looked at Yu Qiuliang through the gap.At this time, the class was about to end, and the classroom had already started to make noise. The former good-tempered teacher came back to lead their class again. She couldn't control the monkeys at all. She was not the Buddha, and she didn't have the mighty Wuzhishan.

Conscientious students also know how to lower their voices so as not to embarrass the teacher too much, but the unconscionable part is making a lot of noise, wishing that the whole classroom and the whole building can be filled with their yelling.Song Ciran and Yu Qiuliang belonged to conscientious people. They spoke quietly, passed notes quietly, and even discussed topics such as what to eat for dinner in a very secretive manner, as if underground parties were exchanging information.

Yu Qiuliang paused suddenly, thinking of the book that he had burned, he felt a cramping pain in his stomach.Probably it was time for something to eat, for his body and spirit needed food.

Song Ciran bent down and fiddled with it, and took out two cans of Lulu from his backpack. Yu Qiuliang guessed that this was his family's surplus for the Chinese New Year, and he hadn't finished it until now, so he secretly brought them to school as a drink.

The ring of the can made a snap, which coincided with the bell for the end of get out of class. Song Ciran and Yu Qiuliang each had a can of Lulu, and they went downstairs unhurriedly. Under the cover of the night, they reached the reception room at the door.Weary in spring, tired in autumn and dozing off in summer, the guard was dozing off at this time, Yu Qiuliang poked his head out, then squatted down again, gestured to Song Ciran, and the two quickly slipped out of the school gate.

The timetable of high school is really anti-human. It's getting dark and get out of class has just ended.But at the same time, the dark night also became a disguise for Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran to sneak around. If it wasn't dark, they wouldn't have gotten out of the school so easily.

In the second year of high school, they did this to skip class, carrying school bags on their backs, and going to play games in Internet cafes, but this year they no longer want to go to Internet cafes to play games. The reason for their skipping classes is very simple and simple: they are hungry and want to eat out of school .The food in the cafeteria is not bad, nor is it expensive. The key is that there are too many people grabbing the food, and you can't get it if you don't run fast.Yu Qiuliang didn't like sports by nature, even if it was for eating, he would not run too much. Eating in the school cafeteria was a kind of torture for him.

Qiuliang is not the only one who thinks this is a kind of torture. If Song Ciran is willing to compete with the students of the first and second grades for food, and is willing to race with the students of the same grade, then he will not be with Yu Qiuliang under the guard's eyelids. Sneak underneath.He is a lazy man, always willing to take shortcuts.

The fried chicken nuggets at the school gate were as fragrant as ever, and Yu Qiuliang absent-mindedly gnawed on the fried chicken, feeling as if his life had returned to the normal track.Gu Jia never appeared in front of his eyes again. He heard from Yu Xiasheng that she was almost imprisoned because of fighting with Chu Xiaohan. A demure female ghost.

It's okay to deceive others with words like gentle and demure, but it can't be hidden from Qiu Liang.The senior sister had nothing to do with these four words, and what made her regret probably was not the punishment, but the inability to follow her mother all the time after being locked up.

Lu Huaiming's recuperation never ends. After a long time of exhaustion, he seems to have given himself a long vacation.Yu Qiuliang hasn't heard any news about him lately, even when he comes home from school every night and passes by his daughter's residence, he doesn't see his iconic black umbrella.He seems to have faded out of the cool autumn world, and Du Xiaoyuan is also with him.

In short, Xia Sheng is the only one beside Qiu Liang who reminds him that he is dead.If one day, Yu Xiasheng suddenly disappeared, he would probably feel at a loss as to whether he was dreaming or awake.

Song Ciran bought a small bubble-blowing machine from the grocery store, and blew it on Yu Qiuliang's head for a while, until his head and face were covered with soapy water, shining like someone's puppy had licked his whole body again.Yu Qiuliang pushed Song Ciran's bubble gun away in disgust, Song Ciran was caught off guard by him, his face was full of bubbles, and he kept poohing with disgust.

With his interruption, the worry flew away in an instant, Yu Qiuliang swallowed the fried chicken nuggets in two or three mouthfuls, pressed Song Ciran's head, and snatched the bubble gun from his hand.A child should be like a child. Don’t worry about things that haven’t come yet. Worrying is useless. It’s better to live like this. Being down-to-earth is worse than anything else.