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The children living in this area can basically form an intricate network of relationships from elementary school to high school.For example, Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran, the two of them officially met after they entered high school, but in the stages before their high school, there were actually shadows of each other everywhere in their lives.

When he was in elementary school, Song Ciran transferred schools, and his two classmates before and after the transfer were assigned to the same class as Yu Qiuliang in junior high school, and they had a close relationship.Yu Qiuliang in junior high school didn't recognize Song Ciran, only heard his name occasionally. Song Ciran wanted to know Yu Qiuliang very much back then, but this guy was like a slippery loach, even if he went to block the class door, he might not be able to people who met him.Song Ciran went to squat in front of the Qiuliang class a few times, but found nothing. Later, his study life became more and more busy, so he stopped squatting there.He thought that junior high school would pass like this, and it would be a great regret in his life not to know the legendary characters. As a result, in high school, he fell silent when he saw the shiny three words on the class member list.

Life is a dramatic complex, and when Yu Qiuliang finally saw Song Ciran in person, he was also shocked.

Because he always thought Song Ciran was a girl.

Later, when they were divided into classes, both of them chose the amiable and lovely liberal arts, and Yu Qiuliang was even more shocked.

He found that Song Ciran was not sorry for the three characters in his name at all, and his Chinese skills were extremely weak.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that in junior high school, Song Ciran's grades were all raised by science, which was the opposite of Yu Qiuliang.They are probably two extremists, and these two extremists have secretly seen each other since junior high school.

Thinking of the past, Yu Qiuliang suddenly felt that something was wrong.He has been wondering for a long time, Song Ciran can rely on science to make a living, why does he have to go to the liberal arts class?He asked Song Ciran this question before, and the other party smiled cheaply, saying that he was accompanying him to study liberal arts, but it is not necessarily true if this is the case.

Revisiting the old place, the old thoughts began to revive again, and Yu Qiuliang quietly looked at the empty square through an iron gate.They used to carry a small horse and sat here for a meeting. At that time, he was sitting under the stage and saw Song Ciran accepting the award on the stage from a distance. They won the same type of award, but they were not in the same batch when the award was presented, so At the time, neither of them knew what the other looked like.At that time, they only had a vague impression of that conference: Oh, he and I also won this award.

"It seems that a new building is going to be built here." Song Ciran didn't have so many thoughts, he always paid attention to more practical things, he pointed to an open space in the southeast corner of the square, Yu Qiuliang looked over, and found that a big hole had been dug there , which appears to be the foundation.Ah, the curse really took effect again. After they left, the school will be renovated.

Even though there is no one in the teaching building now, the class bell on campus still rings as usual.When Yu Qiuliang heard the familiar voice, he didn't react and trembled subconsciously.His handlebars were close to Song Ciran's, so this slight tremor was also transmitted to Song Ciran's side. Song Ciran was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Do you still want to go to class?"

"Who wants to go to class." Yu Qiuliang punched him, "I'm afraid when I hear the class bell, can't I?"

Compared with the end bell, it is true that the school bell is not so wonderful, but it is far from scary.Song Ciran knew that he was talking nonsense, so he lay on the handlebars and laughed for a long time, then raised his head to look at the clock above the library.Three years ago, at the beginning of school, the big clock had attracted his attention, but until today, he has not been able to know what is hidden behind the clock.Ashamed to say, he studied here for three years, but he never even went up to the bell tower.

"What are you looking at? What's interesting?" Yu Qiuliang slid forward on his bike and called him back, "Let's take a look at the playground? Or go to the east gate to buy something?"

"The stationery store is still open?" Song Ciran asked, "Aren't there no students today?"

"There are no students in the school, but it doesn't mean that no one buys stationery. Are you stupid in studying?" Yu Qiuliang frowned, thinking that Song Ciran's IQ was problematic today.Probably he is preparing for the college entrance examination a few months later, accumulating his intelligence and using it on the day of the college entrance examination.

The school is surrounded by high-rise buildings in residential areas, with the southeast, northwest and four sides, except that the south entrance is next to the park, and the other three sides are all residential areas with people coming and going.When it was time to go to and from school, except that the west side of the school was surrounded by walls without doors, the three school gates in the southeast, north, and south were completely surrounded. It was either the students going out from the school, or the parents standing outside and waiting.The further east Yu Qiuliang walked, the more he could recall the fear of walking through the turbulent crowd in the past.There are too many cars, too many people, and if you don’t pay attention, you will bump into them. I don’t know why some people have their parents to pick them up when they go to junior high school. Are there really so many students whose schools are so far away from home?

This is clearly not the case.As far as Yu Qiuliang knew, there were especially many students living opposite the east gate and north gate.So far, among the junior high school classmates he knows, the one whose home is farthest from the school is Song Ciran, and Song Ciran took the bus to and from school by himself.

Pampered and pampered, it is easy to give birth to giant babies.Yu Qiuliang did not know who he was thinking of, and sighed regretfully.

Sure enough, the stationery store is still open. It actually sells not only stationery, but also small handicrafts and candies.In today's society, even stationery stores have to open up a few more roads so that they can go more smoothly.Even if the stationery store is like this, real people need to master more skills. Yu Qiuliang feels a headache. He is too pessimistic. He can think of such a profound place from an ordinary stationery store.It’s better to be a person like Song Ciran, who lives heartlessly, laughs and is so happy every day, no matter what hurts the spring and autumn, the regrets are not enough.

In fact, the ones who like shopping the most seem to be little girls. At least Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran don't have the habit of hoarding gel pens.When they were in elementary school, they used a pen and an eraser to fight all over the world. When they needed a ruler, they fumbled in their schoolbags; Spare pens, ruler set squares and the like are neatly stacked in the pencil case, other than that, there is nothing special about it.On the other hand, the girls in the same class never lack fancy pens.In fact, Yu Qiuliang was also interested in their pens, but being interested didn't mean he wanted to buy two, he just wanted to look at them, there was no need to buy them himself.

But this time, Song Ciran went uncharacteristically and bought a large bundle of pens.Yu Qiuliang couldn't help but look sideways. He felt that his friend might have been a little nervous recently. He was so nervous that he started hoarding pens. Such a large pile of pens was probably enough for Song Ciran to use in the college entrance examination.

However, they usually do a lot of papers, and Yu Qiuliang's pen is not very fast. This is all because he usually doesn't do homework or write exam papers.Song Ciran was more serious than him. No matter which subject papers were handed out, he always finished them seriously. This was probably the reason why his pen was consumed so quickly.

Time flies, time flies, the boy who used to conquer the world with one pen now needs more pens; and Yu Qiuliang, who used to neatly put rulers and compasses in the pencil case, as early as the first year of high school, Throw them ruthlessly into the trash can.They accompanied him for three years, and finally, this fate came to an end in the second half of the first year of high school.

Shopping is a way to reduce stress. Of course, Song Ci is not short of money. Of course, shopping can be regarded as entertainment.Looking at those notebooks, Yu Qiuliang felt a little itchy in his heart, but unfortunately he was so poor, and he was too embarrassed to ask Yu Xiasheng for money, so he had to push back all those thoughts that were worthy of his head, and locked them in his narrow heart.

Suddenly, the phone jingled, and the sound was particularly ear-piercing in the quiet room.Yu Qiuliang was taken aback, thinking it was another sales call, took out his mobile phone and was about to hang up, when he saw the name of the caller displayed on it, he shivered.Yu Xiasheng, the straight man of steel, called him. God knows why Yu Xiasheng called him. Doesn't this guy know it's school time?

With trembling hands, Yu Qiuliang pressed the hang up button under the suspicious eyes of Song Ciran and the owner of the stationery shop.Immediately afterwards, he quickly sent a message to Yu Xiasheng, snarling and asking why the other party called suddenly at such a time.The ringtone that suddenly rang in the classroom of high school is undoubtedly a reminder, and its scaring effect is no less than that of the midnight bell; although Yu Qiuliang is not in a high school classroom at this moment, if Yu Xiasheng knows that he has just returned to school Skipping class, he thought he might be fed fried pork with a belt.

He didn't want to eat fried pork with belts, but if Yu Xiasheng pried his mouth open and forced him to eat, there was really nothing he could do.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Yu Xiasheng probably wasn't at work either, at least not in a meeting.He replied to Yu Qiuliang's message very quickly. He told Yu Qiuliang to go home if he didn't want to go to class, and don't hang around outside all the time.

All the hairs on Yu Qiuliang's body were frightened and he performed a handstand. He didn't know how Yu Xiasheng knew that he was not at school! ...Yes, it must be the senior sister who tipped off the news. This woman who eats inside and out has sold him to Yu Xiasheng again!Yu Qiuliang almost stomped his feet and cried on the spot. Could it be that Yu Xiasheng's money is so fragrant, is it worth Gu Jia's repeated attempts to sell him?

Money is naturally fragrant, and it is impossible for Gu Jia to have trouble with money.Although she repeatedly promised to shelter Qiu Liang, a small criminal, as soon as Yu Xiasheng took out a few banknotes from her wallet and waved them in front of her eyes, she would immediately stare straight into her eyes and ignite the promise to her junior. burn it.Yes, for her now, money is very important, because it is directly related to whether she can support the child normally, and it is also related to whether Wang Lin can live smoothly in the future.

In the face of such a major event, the junior's skipping class is very insignificant. Comparing the latter with the former is like comparing a drop of water with the ocean.Gu Jia knew the vastness of the sea, so she didn't pay attention to a drop of water. She recklessly overdrawn her credit points in the hearts of her juniors, and deceived Yu Qiuliang countless times.

But Yu Qiuliang was tricked this time, and he will look for her next time, because if he doesn't ask Gu Jia for help, he can only coax Yu Xiasheng with a shy face.Letting Yu Qiuliang act like a baby every day, he can't do it at all, it's better than killing him directly.He hesitated for a while, but finally did not dial Gu Jia's number.He knew that even if the senior sister saw his call at this time, she would pretend not to see it and ignore it because of her guilty conscience.It was a phone call destined to go unanswered.

After a while, seeing that he didn't reply, Xu Xiasheng called again.Song Ciran was chatting with the owner of the stationery store at this time, brazenly rubbing against the air conditioner in the store.Yu Qiuliang answered the phone in an extremely awkward manner, and stood slowly at the door, standing in the bleak wind, looking far away, listening to Yu Xiasheng's opinions sadly, and accepting Yu Xiasheng's criticism with an open mind.

The time was so long that Yu Qiuliang thought he had stood here the whole morning, but when he finally hung up the phone, he was sad to find that it had only been 10 minutes, at best he had missed half of the class.Song Ciran finished chatting with the owner of the stationery store, and walked towards the door with a small plastic bag. Passing by Yu Qiuliang, he noticed his friend's miserable expression, so he asked in surprise, "What's the matter with your face? Elder Zhang, Like a horse."

"My brother called." Yu Qiuliang whispered, "He told me to go home. If I went home, why did you go?"

"Ah..." Song Ciran was stunned, and he didn't expect that Yu Qiuliang's skipping class would be discovered by his parents.He couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he peeked at Yu Qiuliang, but he saw that the latter was full of worry, as if he had a strong fear of the coming storm.He suddenly had a heroic thought: "I'll accompany you back. If there are classmates around, your brother will definitely not hit you."

"He has your parents' contact information." Yu Qiuliang said, "I think he will call your father over to beat you."

After all, Yu Xiasheng still saved some face for other people's children, and didn't really call Song Ciran's parents.But he still issued a serious warning, training Song Ciran like a little chicken that fell into the water.The two little chickens stood one by one, staring at each other in the living room, with two thick Chinese dictionaries on Yu Qiuliang's head, grinning at Song Ciran.His facial expressions are very rich, but Song Ciran can't figure out what he wants to express.

"Are you still going to school this afternoon?" Yu Xiasheng came out of the kitchen and took a piece of bread and a cup of hot milk.He stuffed the bread into Yu Qiuliang's mouth, and Yu Qiuliang was about to answer, but his mouth was blocked by the bread, and he could only make a sound of "woo woo woo".Yu Qiuliang raised his hands with difficulty, supported the two dictionaries on his head, and shook his head slowly.

Seeing that Yu Xiasheng raised his eyebrows and was about to show off his power again, Song Ciran at the side quickly explained: "There is no class this afternoon, the school said to rest."

Yu Qiuliang finally swallowed the bread and drank the milk, his empty stomach was filled with food, he was so comfortable that he wanted to sit down on the spot and relax for a moment.However, when he met Yu Xiasheng's eyes, his back subconsciously straightened, and he was afraid that Yu Xiasheng would take out another thick book from some corner and put it on his head.

Yu Xiasheng looked up at the clock hanging on the dining table, and poked Yu Qiuliang on the forehead: "Stand for another hour, and then go back to do your homework."

"Where is there homework!" Yu Qiuliang protested, "There is no homework in the first place, what should I write!"

"I tell you to write and you write. Where does all this nonsense come from." Yu Xiasheng is an iron-fisted dictator, and he is used to exploiting the class.He pressed the top of Yu Qiuliang's head, and went back to sleep by himself.Yu Qiuliang was so angry that his teeth itch, but he didn't dare to move, he could only hum a few times, like a little suckling pig waiting to be slaughtered.Song Ciran was sitting on the sofa with his schoolbag in his arms. He and Yu Qiuliang looked at each other, then suddenly lowered his head, took out the exercise book from the schoolbag, and put it on the tea table. He planned to do exercises with Yu Qiuliang for a day.

"Are you out of your mind, skipping class and still bring your workbook?" Yu Qiuliang said, "Stop writing math, and hurry up to make up for politics, and the politics teacher will check it later."

"I haven't written a whole book on politics, can you help me finish it?" Song Ciran grinned in disgust. He hates politics just like Yu Qiuliang hates mathematics.Yu Qiuliang hates mathematics, so he doesn't choose science, and Song Ciran hates politics, no one knows why he abandons science and pursues literature.

When they were divided into classes this year, there were many people who were preparing to study liberal arts.At that time, the grade director called them into the lecture hall, and had a long talk with earnestness and earnestness, telling them how narrow the employment opportunities for liberal arts were and how bleak the future was. Yu Qiuliang was the one with the strongest will among those who resolutely stayed on Xuewen.Before their meeting, Song Ciran originally planned to study science, but after Yu Qiuliang came back from the meeting and chatted with him, he went to apply for liberal arts.Yu Qiuliang still hasn't figured out why Song Ciran wants to study literature. It's obviously more beneficial for him to be a science student.

"You hate politics so much, why do you still study literature?" Yu Qiuliang thought this way in his heart, and asked this sentence with a movement of his mouth.Song Ciran raised his head, blinked at him, and suddenly smiled: "If I hate politics, I can't study liberal arts? If I want to study literature, I will. Now that I'm in my third year of high school, it's useless for me to regret it. Are you going back to study science now?"

Going back to study science at this time is of course unrealistic.Yu Qiuliang curled his lips and said nothing.After a while, Song Ciran scratched his chin, moved a small bench and sat next to him, and whispered, "I'm studying literature with you."

"I think I have every reason to doubt your sexual orientation." Yu Qiuliang stood a little tired, so he changed to a more relaxed posture and continued to stand.Song Ciran saw the bunny ears on his cotton mop, and reached out to touch them.

Student Song is of course straight, he couldn't be straighter.Although he is full of coquettish words on weekdays, his heart is still a pure cabbage.He treats Yu Qiuliang as a good friend, if Yu Qiuliang really studies literature, then they will rarely see each other in the future, he doesn't want to be separated from his friend in two classes, he can't stand this kind of grievance.

Compared with Yu Qiuliang, Song Ciran is simply pampered and raised in a honey pot.Yu Qiuliang sighed.That's right, even if Song Ciran is not strong in literature and science, his father still has connections, and he will not have to worry about food in the future.Compared with him, Yu Qiuliang's pressure is like a mountain, heavy and overwhelming.Yu Qiuliang has been crushed to death by this mountain, but Song Ciran is alive and well. Different people have different fates.Song Ciran was born with a good life and had few worries. Sometimes Yu Qiuliang envied him.

Seeing that Song Ciran was addicted to playing with slippers, Yu Qiuliang supported the dictionary on the top of his head with one hand, and hit Song Ciran on the head with the other, chasing him like a puppy: "Go away, do your homework, don't bother me!"

"You'll be done in another ten minutes or so. Let's write together later. I'll write mathematics for you, and you write politics for me, just copy the answers for me." Song Ciran bargained with him, just like in a vegetable market Doing business.Yu Qiuliang almost agreed to his request, but when he thought about it carefully, the answer to the big political question was so long, and if he had to write a whole book for him, wouldn't his wrist be broken after he finished writing it?Yu Qiuliang hurriedly shook his head, telling him that he could only solve half of the problem, and he had to write the remaining half of the problem by himself.

Song Ciran pursed his lips, agreeing anyway.

After 15 minutes, Yu Qiuliang put down the heavy "instrument of torture" and glanced at the bedroom with a guilty conscience.Seeing that the bedroom door was closed, he felt a little relieved, moved a small bench, and sat next to Song Ciran.He was just going to get his political homework, but Song Ciran changed his mind temporarily, and took out a thick stack of Chinese dictation homework for him to solve.Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes to the sky, and exchanged with Song Ciran. The two of them kept their heads silently working on the questions without saying a word. They really looked like two serious and responsible students.

However, after a short period of silence, Song Ciran's mouth could no longer be idle.He poked the back of Yu Qiuliang's hand and asked, "I'll go back to junior high school to see the teacher in two days, will you go?"

"Well... if you go, I'll go." Yu Qiuliang almost couldn't remember what the teacher looked like, so he responded casually.