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"I'm back!"

When Zhuang Wenyao returned home, he yelled happily. Just as he was about to close the door, he saw Zhang Xin running out of the room in a hurry and shouted "shh" to him crazily.

Zhuang Wenyao was puzzled, but still kept silent, and tiptoed to close the door tightly.

Zhang Xin was wearing earphones and holding a tablet in her hand, watching a video.Pointing to the closed door of the back room, he said to him in a breathless voice: "Be quiet, your father is sleeping."

Dr. Zhuang, who was so busy every day, went home to take a nap for the first time?

Zhuang Wenyao was both curious and worried: "What's wrong with him, Dad, didn't he collapse on the operating table from exhaustion?"

"Nonsense." Zhang Xin patted him. "Didn't you ask for half a day off for your birthday? When your father wakes up, let's go out for a meal and go for a drive?"

The little birthday star raised his arms and cheered: "Yeah! (≧^o^≦)"

Zhang Xin looked disgusted: "Keep your voice down!"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Dad is not so easily woken up when he is sleeping at home, why are you so nervous?"

"Little villain..." Zhang Xin smiled and rolled his eyes at him, "I still have to go to school in the afternoon, go to your room and pack up, don't hinder me from watching the drama."

"Okay!" Zhuang Wenyao ran back in a hurry.

Put the Polaroid meticulously in the cupboard first.

I opened the suitcase and put things in it. Most of them were books that I brought back after school on Friday with great ambitions and prepared to review vigorously.

Zhang Xin was originally watching a costume drama, but when her son interrupted her, she couldn't get into the mood, so she simply put down the tablet and went to the son's room as a wall to watch him pack his luggage: "What did you have for lunch with your classmates?"

"hot pot."

"Which one is it? How is it?"

"It's good..." Zhuang Wenyao suddenly stopped and looked at Zhang Xin, "Mom, I ate with... and Shiyue."

"Shiyue?" When Zhang Xin heard the name, she matched the number with the child in her memory, her eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it, "That child, didn't he go back to his mother's house with his mother? Has the city melted?"

Zhuang Wenyao shrugged: "I don't know, he doesn't seem to want to mention the past..."

Zhang Xin said in a heavy tone, "He doesn't want to mention it, so don't ask. That kid is...not easy."

"I know." Zhuang Wenyao lowered his head, "He's fine now, he's a sophomore in our No. [-] Middle School, and he's number one in science."

"So amazing?" Zhang Xin's tone was a little more relaxed, "That child has been smart since he was a child, and he is very competitive! By the way, his mother, Aunt Gu, what are you doing now?"

Zhuang Wenyao scratched his head: "I don't know, I just heard that he is very busy with work, travels everywhere, and is often away from home. Lu Zhiheng...it is Shiyue, he stays in school almost every week."

Zhang Xin sighed: "You, Auntie Gu, worked very hard too. When I was divorced, I took my children and worked hard. I don't know how much I have suffered, but I am still... Fortunately, she has raised an excellent son."

Zhuang Wenyao's heart trembled, and he whispered, "His parents divorced?"

Zhang Xin: "Yes, you don't remember?"

It turned out that Lu Zhiheng was in a single-parent family. It seemed that his original family was his minefield. No wonder he didn't want to bring up the past.

When he was a child, Zhuang Wenyao vaguely remembered that Shiyue left without saying goodbye because of family reasons, but he had no memory of what happened.The only thing he is obsessed with is Shi Yue's whereabouts, and he ignores other "nosy things".

But now that he has grown up, his thoughts have matured a lot.Looking back at this matter, isn't his obsession a kind of selfishness?Even though Shiyue was the only one he cared about, to Shiyue at that time, his native family was his whole world.Families are broken and the world is falling apart.What kind of suffering did he go through to get out of the shadows, thrive and become what he is now?

Zhuang Wenyao was meditating silently, and the gentle and bright young man full of light appeared in his mind, and he was deeply moved for a while.He couldn't associate Lu Zhiheng's current appearance with all the darkness hidden in the world.

But he didn't realize one thing, where there is light, there must be shadows.

Suddenly there was a door knock outside the room, followed by a deep cough.Zhuang Fangyi woke up, stepped on his slippers and walked in, leaning against the door frame, with a slightly hoarse voice, in a low tone: "I'm back."

He was still wearing a shirt and trousers at work. He took off his glasses before going to bed and didn't have time to put them on, which softened his face a lot and made him less serious and distant from a doctor. His black hair was still a bit messy from sleeping, but he could still see Showing the original meticulous look.

Zhuang Wenyao's thoughts came back, and he responded, "I'm back!"

Zhuang Fangyi: "Let's go?"

"Come back" and "departure", this group of words with opposite meanings are connected together, which is inexplicably abrupt, lacks excessiveness, and makes people puzzled.But Dr. Zhuang Da's speech style is like this, straight to the point, focusing on efficiency, Zhuang Wenyao is used to it, and nodded "Yes".

The family packed up and went out, just as Zhuang Wenyao's salute was packed, Zhuang Fangyi put the box into the trunk without any hassle, and drove the car slowly through the streets.

The winter master collection, the sun in December is stingy and sprinkles colors on the world, the buildings and roads are looking gray.The cold wind froze the hustle and bustle of the city, and the streets were sparsely populated and the houses were deserted, making it look very depressed.But these familiar plants, trees, scenes and objects all hint at this season, under the eaves of the hall, people gather around the fire to warm wine and talk, or silently read favorite books and chant under the warm yellow light. Favorite verses, enjoying the leisurely afternoon time on weekends.In invisible places, hidden human fireworks.The seemingly bleak, empty, and dreary city gives people a lonely sense of belonging.

The warm air was turned on in the car, Zhuang Fangyi was in charge of the driving, Zhang Xin was in the co-driver, and Zhuang Wenyao sat in the middle of the back seat with his hands on the seat, leaning forward, talking endlessly about what happened in the school Anecdotes and anecdotes, a family of three talking and laughing happily, in harmony and warmth.

The family of three played around, had a meal, and after celebrating their birthday, there was a light snowfall in Tianshan Mountain.For the sake of safety, parents decided to send Zhuang Wenyao to school early, and drove to the No. [-] Middle School campus on the edge of the city, far away from the city center.

The snow fell intermittently, and when they reached their destination, the ground was barely wet.

In front of the school gate, there were already many parents of students who came to see off their children, staged a scene of seeing off.After the child walked into the school gate with his luggage on his back, he still stood there for a long time reluctantly.

Mom and Dad got out of the car and took out the luggage from the trunk.

Zhuang Wenyao put on his backpack and pulled up the box: "Come home now while the snow isn't falling. I'm leaving!"

"Let's go!" Zhang Xin smiled and waved to him, "Happy birthday!"

Zhuang Fangyi didn't speak, just looked at him with Zhang Xin.

Zhuang Wenyao smiled: "Thank you mom, thank you dad! Let's go!"

Stepping into the school gate is equivalent to being completely cut off from the colorful world outside, and once again falling into the narrow, closed, independent and autonomous small world of the school.

The snowdrops fell on the shoulders and turned into a negligible drop of water.

Zhuang Wenyao didn't like this kind of snow, and even said that this level of snow was not called snow in his eyes. He was reserved, stingy, and couldn't let it go. He also wet the soles of his shoes for no reason, and his clothes were also stained with moisture.

Zhuang Wenyao has always felt that when it snows, it should cover the sky and the earth and be boundless, it should be full of catkins, and the white hairs should be blown in anger, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms should be blown down on Xuanyuan Terrace.

But this is the first snow in Rongcheng City this year.Chuxue is usually gentle and not so imposing, so he forgave.

This time he didn't go through the west gate, which was closer to the dormitory, but entered through the east gate and came directly to the classroom.

Although Sunday night is strictly speaking a rest day, this evening self-study is definitely not easy for students who go home on weekends.

The students came to the classroom one after another, non-stop rummaging out the unfinished homework that was under the box due to various reasons. They either worked hard alone, or divided the work in groups, wrote each part, and finally summed it up. Task.

As soon as Zhuang Wenyao entered the class, Zhang Yeran, who was holding a pen and a paper in his hand, pulled him back and questioned him: "How do you calculate the final question of the physics paper? Little Carp hasn't figured it out yet, so our whole class is counting on you!"

"Can you let me pack the books first?"

He opened the suitcase, put all the books back in the locker, and took out the homework of each subject, put them on the desk, and said: "You can take whatever you need, and hand it in for me if you collect homework for evening self-study. Things, maybe not at night."

Zhang Yeran asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhuang Wenyao took the box and turned around and left: "Go back to the dormitory first!"

In today's classroom, the risk factor is relatively high, and he has to avoid the limelight.

I went back to the dormitory to pack my things, took a few books I needed, and planned to go to the radio station for self-study. At this time, my phone vibrated, and it was a WeChat message:

Yichi Xingguang: [Have you arrived at school yet? ]

Yao: [Well, in the dormitory]

A Pool of Starlight: [Come down for a trip]

Yao: [Getting ready to go down]

Chi Yi was wearing a formal school uniform with a big bag in his hand, waiting at the door of the male dormitory.

"Sister Chi!" Zhuang Wenyao took two quick steps and called her, "What's the matter?"

Chi Yi turned around and stuffed the package into his arms: "Happy birthday!"

"Oops!" Zhuang Wenyao hurriedly hugged her, and tore open a corner of the plastic bag to take a look. It was full of snacks, puffs, shortbread, cheese sticks, several bottles of fat house water, and a large bucket of popcorn. The gaps were filled with all kinds of candies. .

Sweets can make people feel better, even if they don't eat them, they will be happy if they hold them in their arms: "Thank you, Sister Chi!"

"Don't be polite to Dad." Chi Yi waved his hand boldly, and caught a glimpse of the book in his arms, "Are you doing something tonight?"

"Go to self-study and make up homework."

Strictly speaking, today is also the weekend, so there is nothing wrong with leaving homework until tonight!hey-hey……

"Then it's okay," Chi Yi said unexpectedly, "07:30 rehearsal for the model union school conference exhibition competition, are you interested, come to be my relatives and friends?"

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