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Yu Xiasheng's body wasn't too hot, but the area on his chest was so hot that his vest was very comfortable after the autumn coolness.Yu Qiuliang had a good sleep, from the moment it was dark until 08:30 at night, and then woke up slowly, staring at the lamp on the top of the bedroom in a daze.As soon as he woke up, Yu Xiasheng was immediately alarmed by him, but neither of them got up first.Today's pillows and quilt smell very fragrant, probably because of the smell of shampoo, Yu Qiuliang took a deep breath, buried the lower half of his face in the quilt, and did not want to get up from the bed again.Just let him lie on the bed like this and never get up for the rest of his life!The bed is fragrant and soft, so comfortable!

He had just woken up, and he was about to fall asleep again, making Yu Xiasheng dumbfounded.Yu Xiasheng only felt that the child would have a headache if he slept again, and he would suffer the punishment himself.He was not feeling well, and it was impossible for others to bear it for him. Even if Yu Xiasheng wanted to bear it for him, he couldn't do it at all.

Yu Xiasheng leaned close to Qiuliang's ear and whistled like a hooligan.Yu Qiuliang gave him a look of disgust, but this look was covered by darkness and lost its original deterrent effect.Yu Xiasheng turned into a humanoid questioning machine today, maybe he was really curious about why Qiu Liang cried like that.Yu Qiuliang didn't want to think about it at first, but he couldn't hold back the other party's persistent questioning, so he racked his brains to answer in a more tactful way.

The reason why people are unhappy can be summed up in a big explanation, that is "the mismatch between needs and income".Yu Xiasheng felt that Yu Qiuliang was unhappy because his needs were not met, but he didn't know what Yu Qiuliang wanted.He asked this question repeatedly, not afraid that Yu Qiuliang would find him annoying.His thinking is actually very simple: since Lu Huaiming entrusted Yu Qiuliang to him, he should try his best to meet Qiu Liang's needs and raise the child well, so as to live up to Lu Huaiming's trust in him.At the same time, he also wanted to raise a little brother. He was the only child in his family. He had never experienced the feeling of having brothers and sisters since he was a child.If he doesn't have an older brother or sister to pamper him, that's fine, let him raise a younger brother and younger sister; Yu Qiuliang happens to be the little brother who fell from the sky, he just got a big deal for nothing, how can he do it if he doesn't raise the child well?

On this side, he was thinking about his brothers and sisters, but Yu Qiuliang was in trouble on the other side. Yu Qiuliang didn't know how to explain his inner thoughts clearly.Yu Qiuliang's biggest wish is a bit scary to say, he wants to die, because he thinks life is boring, and troubles always take up the majority.He felt that he was always causing trouble to others, that he was an out-and-out burden, and that a burden was better than being discarded, lying in a pile of waste products with the garbage.

Of course, he couldn't tell Yu Xiasheng directly about this kind of thought.If he really said it so bluntly, it would cause Yu Xiasheng to worry about him again.He didn't want anyone to bother him, he didn't deserve their attention.He thought for a while, but he couldn't answer Yu Xiasheng's question, but asked in reverse: "Do you think that if a person wants to die, but others force him to live, is this doing a good deed?"

The moment he asked this question, Yu Qiuliang regretted it.He should never have asked Yu Xiasheng this question.He knew that although Yu Xiasheng was strict with him, he was sincerely thinking about him, and when he asked the other party like this, it seemed that he was accusing the other party of being selfish and using other people's suffering to fulfill his own morality.So, before Yu Xiasheng could answer, he hurriedly changed the subject, but Yu Xiasheng cut him off and apologized to him instead.The imprint on the back began to ache again, and Yu Qiuliang clearly realized that he was the one who caused Yu Xiasheng trouble, and that he should really apologize, but the "I'm sorry" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't vomit it no matter what, He choked until he was in unbearable pain and was at a loss what to do.

"You... um." Yu Qiuliang's voice might be a little hoarse because he slept for too long, but he decided to speak now to save trouble later.Under the cover of the quilt, he pulled the hem of his clothes embarrassingly: "I am very tired and boring in life, but if you can make me happy even a little bit, I think it's good now."

"Really?" Yu Xiasheng only said two words, and there was no reply for a long time. He seemed to be chewing on these words repeatedly, trying to figure out the true meaning.Seeing Yu Xiasheng being so serious, Yu Qiuliang felt embarrassed again.This topic is too heavy, and he always said such frustrating words, which seemed to be escaping from reality, so he changed the subject and started joking with Yu Xiasheng: "I have very few requirements. If you don't let me do math problems today, I will do it very happy."

Serious people are used to taking jokes seriously. Yu Xiasheng was carefully savoring what he said just now, but he couldn't switch his status quickly, so he replied "OK" seriously.This time it was Yu Qiuliang's turn to be speechless, sometimes he just couldn't answer Yu Xiasheng's words.If you look at what Yu Xiasheng said individually, each sentence is ordinary, but for some reason, they keep colliding in Qiuliang's heart, knocking his heart alive.

The phrase "I'm sorry" finally found its way out and came out of Yu Qiuliang's mouth.Half of his face was hidden in the quilt, and his eyes were fixed on Yu Xiasheng.He is not good at expressing his emotions, nor is he good at confessing his heart. After saying these few words tonight, he already felt that he had lost the courage to be a human being, and he wished he could get into the cracks in the ground and use cement to dry him. The seam is blocked.

Yu Xiasheng's thoughts were interrupted suddenly, he stared blankly at Yu Qiuliang, suddenly laughed out loud, and started pinching his face again.The child's face is a bit fleshy, unlike the body which is hard to the touch, full of bones.

After being pinched in the face by him, Yu Qiuliang subconsciously wanted to fight back, but when his thoughts changed, he deviated to another place.Yu Qiuliang was thinking, since he could still grow taller before his birthday, why didn't he seize this short opportunity to pull himself up?He thinks this is much more important than learning mathematics well.

When outsiders look at him, the first thing they see is not his inside, but his appearance.Although appearance does not mean everything, but good-looking is not a bad thing, so people always look better if they can look better, and tidying up is also a kind of politeness. Politeness carries on.Yu Qiuliang believes that the quality of mathematics performance cannot be the standard to measure a person's inner quality. Mathematics is a subject without aesthetic feeling, at least he can't realize the beauty of mathematics.Mathematicians may think that mathematics is beautiful, but the public's standards don't think so. Yu Qiuliang is willing to follow the public's opinion at this time, and he is willing to pursue beauty that everyone can understand.

Thinking of this, he suddenly got up from the bed. Under Yu Xiasheng's surprised eyes, he turned on the light, and dragged out several large plastic bags from under the bookcase, which contained all the math papers he had done since he was a child. .Keeping them was not Yu Qiuliang's original intention, he was not interested in using math papers to enrich his collection in the bookcase.He sorted these papers into categories and placed them neatly together, in fact, in order to discard them all at once in the future.

Children born in their place have been with various test questions since childhood.When Yu Qiuliang stacked the elementary school papers together, it was already surprisingly thick. If you add the junior high school papers, it can just fill half of the window sill; and the three-year high school test papers are the most terrifying. Yu Qiuliang's height, and there is a growing trend.Yu Qiuliang thought of what he said when he chatted with Song Ciran last time: The three years of high school brought them endless draft paper and large bundles of waste pen refills.He rubbed the middle finger of his right hand, and a callus was formed on it by the pen holder, and he didn't know when it would disappear.

"It's late at night, and you're clearing the cabinet again?" Yu Xiasheng hasn't figured out the situation yet, and he didn't even see clearly what Yu Qiuliang dragged out from under the bookcase.Yu Qiuliang grinned, and struggled to put those test questions on the window sill. The window sill was not small, but as soon as he put all these waste products on it, the window sill was squeezed out.The students are suffering, their schoolbags are getting lighter and lighter, because their books and test questions are all in the school, and they are stuffed into the desks.Yu Qiuliang just took out the math problems. If he added other subjects, it might fill half of his bedroom.

Those scraps piled up under the cupboard, eating ashes for years and years.Yu Qiuliang looked at his dusty hands, and ran into the bathroom with a look of disgust.Yu Xiasheng hugged the pillow and sat cross-legged on the bed to watch him toss. At this moment, a math paper suddenly fell to the ground.Yu Xiasheng went to pick up the paper and found that it was Yu Qiuliang's exam paper in the third year of junior high school. Surprisingly, Yu Qiuliang in the third year of junior high school got full marks in the math test.

Junior high school mathematics and high school mathematics are not the same subject, no wonder Yu Qiuliang has such a big psychological gap.Yu Xiasheng somewhat understood why he gave up on himself so much, but Yu Qiuliang always laughed when he was normal, Yu Xiasheng didn't think he couldn't bear such a trivial matter.Putting the paper back calmly, Yu Xiasheng still sat on the bed blankly, hugging the pillow and looking at the opposite wall.He hadn't carefully observed this wall before, but now he looked carefully, and found that there was a pattern drawn with a pencil at half the height of a person, but the lines were blurred, as if someone had rubbed it off bit by bit with an eraser.

This neighborhood is not very new, but it is not very old either. It has a history of about six years. Yu Qiuliang is 17 years old this year. It is impossible for him to grow up in this room.Moreover, he was the only owner of his room. Who would have painted the clumsy lines and childish patterns on the wall?

Yu Qiuliang seemed to have a younger brother, but neither his parents nor his younger brother lived with him.

Why is that?

Lu Huaiming also knew that Yu Qiuliang had a younger brother, and when the two of them were talking, Yu Xiasheng heard them outside.He only listened to the general idea, because Lu Huaiming only gave the general idea.Lu Huaiming didn't seem to know Yu Qiuliang's younger brother very well either.According to Yu Qiuliang's words, this little boy was born after Lu Huaiming's death. Although he didn't know what his birth meant, there was no doubt that his status in this family must be very special. It is also very likely to be the first of something.

The bathroom door opened again, Yu Qiuliang ran into the room with water droplets before he dried his hands completely.Yu Xiasheng patted the pillow lightly, watching Yu Qiuliang bring out those waste paper bags one by one, neither asking nor stopping.Some people don't usually tidy up their things, and once they start tidying up, they throw out the old things one by one.It is a good habit to clean up trash from time to time, and Yu Qiuliang obviously maintains this good habit. He is not a person who only cares about old things. He throws away useless things.Yu Xiasheng doesn't hate people who like to throw away old things, but judging from Yu Qiuliang's appearance, he is a little afraid that one day Yu Qiuliang will have a whim and clean himself out of the house.

The window sill was cleaned up quickly. Yu Qiuliang took a rag and wiped it inside and out, making the pure white stone surface as clean as new.He looked around unsatisfied, and wanted to find some old things to throw away, so as to make his room more tidy. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yu Xiasheng interrupted quickly: "It's almost done, hurry up and go to bed, and return tomorrow." go to school."

"What kind of school do you want to go to?" Yu Qiuliang picked up the small mirror on the desk, looked at his own neck, and his voice suddenly froze.He found that the handprint around his neck had disappeared, and when he rolled up his right sleeve, he saw that the broken skin on his arm had recovered as well as before.He was puzzled for a moment, the recovery was too fast, it was not normal, probably Yu Xiasheng secretly played tricks while he was not paying attention, so that he could go back to class as soon as possible.

Yu Xiasheng really wanted to let Yu Qiuliang go back to class as soon as possible.He no longer forced Yu Qiuliang to write math problems, but the way of waking people up in the morning became more and more simple and rude.Yu Qiuliang was sleeping soundly, the quilt on his body was suddenly gone, most of the hot feeling disappeared all of a sudden, the chilly wind blew from behind, Yu Xiasheng, that bastard, actually opened the window.

"Don't, don't... close the window, it's cold." Yu Qiuliang hugged his knees and curled up on the bed, trying to resist the cold wind that invaded the room.He felt that Yu Xiasheng was simply looking for trouble, why he was like an old mother all day long, he remembered that his mother liked to open the window early in the morning, saying that it was to change the air in the room.

What is there to change?The outside is full of smog, and the air in the house was fine, but after such a change of air, it has become fresh smog.Yu Qiuliang shrunk tightly, hugging his pillow, Yu Xiasheng grabbed his ankles and tried to drag him out of the bed, but it was no surprise to see his legs kicking, like a puppy whose tail was grabbed by someone.

"Get up and go to school." Yu Xiasheng ordered him to get up.

"One more day off, I'm jet lagged, just one day!" Yu Qiuliang yelled, trying to soften Yu Xiasheng's heart, "Tomorrow, I must go to school tomorrow!"

"Monkeys also like to wait for tomorrow." Yu Xiasheng said, "Are you a monkey too?"

Yu Qiuliang is naturally not a monkey, he muttered for a long time, but obediently got up.

Yu Xiasheng personally sent him to school.

The long-lost school gate appeared in front of him, and Yu Qiuliang felt that he was on a short vacation.Among other things, not going to school is a bit cool.With an empty schoolbag on his back, he happily ran up the stairs, just in time to bump into Song Ciran who was also on a short vacation.As soon as friends and friends met each other, they immediately burst into tears, as if meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, they were so excited that they could not speak a word, but they are not living in a foreign land now, and the school is a place they are all too familiar with.Yu Qiuliang has been idle for a few days, so idle that he doesn't know what day and night, Song Ciran also doesn't know what day it is today.Who cares, no matter what day of the week it is, they still have to go to class, and they're all just dawdling in the same way.

"It's been so long since I haven't come here, the table is probably covered by the exam papers." Song Ciran muttered in a low voice, "Why didn't you come? You also have a cold and a fever?"

"No." Yu Qiuliang caught a glimpse of a short figure flashing past the corner of the stairs, and forgot half of what he had planned to say, so he had to say nonsense, "My brother beat me up."

"What? He hit you? Why!" Song Ciran was shocked.He thought that a gentle and gentle person like Yu Xiasheng would not easily beat a child.

It's a long story.Seeing the weird figure getting closer and closer to them, Yu Qiuliang couldn't help quickening his pace: "I'll tell you when I get to the classroom."

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