Times of Our Lives - Chapter 17

It is not long after the end of the class that the final exams are needed. Classes 3 and 6 are just upstairs and downstairs. Ji Qinyang can go early every day and then go to the second floor to wait for Xie Meng.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan got used to it a lot of times, and once he couldn’t help but uttered a sentence: “You are really old wives and wives, aren’t you tired every day like this?”

The final exam took three days. The first day was Chinese in the morning and the mathematics in the afternoon. Ji Qinyang handed in his papers early. He leaned his head against the wall in front of the third shift.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked disgusted when he saw him.

“I’m not waiting for you.” Ji Qinyang hung the headphones around his neck. He watched Xie Meng come out. The boy was wearing a white down jacket with bright eyes and dark eyes.

“How was the exam?” Xie Meng smiled and rubbed Ji Qinyang’s back.

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: “Isn’t this saying that we can’t ask Xuezhu.”

Xie Meng looked at him: “You seem to be saying the same thing.”

“I am.” Ji Qinyang lay lazily on Xie Meng’s back: “I have bad math, and you don’t know.”

Ji Qinyang was riding a bicycle. Xie Meng was sitting on the back seat drinking hot milk. When the traffic light stopped, Ji Qinyang looked back at him.

“Taste for me.”

Xie Meng stood up and put the pipe next to his mouth.

Ji Qinyang took a sip in his hand: “Not sweet?”

“Original.” Xie Meng laughed, and suddenly he bowed his head and kissed Ji Qinyang’s lips: “I’ll give you some sugar.”

Zhang Xiujuan was basking in the yard, and she opened her eyes when she saw Xie Meng returned: “Xiao Ji is here.”

Ji Qinyang shouted a good wife, Zhang Xiujuan smiled back and said: “Good grandson.”

Xie Meng went into the house to help the old lady take out the radio and found another blanket.

“Don’t spend too long outside.” Xie Meng helped Zhang Xiujuan to cover her legs. “Call me cold.”

Zhang Xiujuan’s spirit has deteriorated a lot. She went to the hospital and checked. The doctor only said that she was old but had no specific symptoms.

In the old age, the old drowsiness hangs down.

Xie Meng did not dare to think too much, but just stayed with her as much as possible.

Ji Qinyang had dinner before leaving. Xie Meng sent him to the alley. The two walked side by side for a while, and then they took their hands.

Xie Meng’s palm was damp and warm. At first, it was just a normal grip. Later, Ji Qinyang’s fingers were fastened to him, and the grip was too painful, but no one released it.

Ji Qinyang stopped at the alley: “Go back.”

Xie Meng said a while, but his hand was still pulled.

“Don’t throw away the recommendation letter of Alto.” Xie Meng suddenly said: “If you can pass the test, it’s a pity.”

Ji Qinyang didn’t speak. He looked at Xie Meng and pulled the man into his arms with a little force.

The three-day exam was over, the results were announced, and there were a few more papers for the homework for the winter vacation. After the New Year’s Eve, Zhang Gang complained about this for many days.

“Children just like Chinese New Year.” Qi Fei buried him: “How old are you?”

Zhang Gang refused to accept: “Before getting married, there are red envelopes. What’s so bad about Chinese New Year?”

Qi Fei had no red envelopes in the past few years. Not only did he not have red envelopes, he had to bring children every New Year’s Day, so he was completely uninterested in the New Year.

On the other hand, Zhuo Xiaoyuan and Xie Meng could not understand the too many worries of their family members. The former parents worked outside the home. Far as precious as stolen.

“How about recently?” Ji Qinyang asked.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: “I was admitted to the hospital a few days before the exam. I recently went home. I should be able to spend at home during the Chinese New Year.”

Xie Meng patted him on the shoulder with encouragement.

“How is your grandma?” Zhuo Xiaoyuan asked him.

Xie Meng calmly said: “Still the same.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan nodded, and he smiled, his hanging eyes seemed full of suffocation: “No one is too troublesome for the New Year, and there are not many things, so there is no need to toss.”

Several people exchanged ideas, only Ji Qinyang might travel abroad for the New Year.

“Not yet.” Ji Qinyang sat on Xie Meng’s seat, smiling casually: “My mother wants to go out, I don’t care.”

Qi Fei teased, “Your mom and your dad are really immortal lovers. You are superfluous.”

Ji Qinyang was also not angry: “Yeah, so I don’t want to go out. I don’t know what to do when they play.”

“Then come to my family for the New Year.” Zhang Lianban will always be the type that is not annoying to many people: “How many times did my mother mention that I took my friends back, none of you gave me face …”

Ji Qinyang glanced at Xie Meng and smiled, “Say it anyway, you won’t be alone.”

It snowed a few years ago. When Xie Meng got up in the morning and found that the yard became white, he sighed and went back to the room to put on a cotton jacket and punch.

Zhang Xiujuan stood under the eaves while holding Tang Gaozi, watching the little grandson punch and talk to him.

“Wait for the chicken when we go down to the vegetable market.”

Xie Meng lowered her forelegs, and the clouds and water swept around, and the snow on the ground was swept up a thin layer: “What else?”

Zhang Xiujuan’s count: “Buy cakes, buy ravioli, buy noodles … and buy some roasted snacks, and sugar, don’t forget.”

Xie Meng turned the palms out, and Rou Zhongdai just said, “There are no customers, and there is no need to waste money on speculation.”

Zhang Xiujuan: “Why are there no customers? What if Xiao Ji comes to visit?”

“…” Xie Meng took the momentum. He wanted to explain to the old lady that the other party might have gone abroad for tourism. In the end, he stopped and went back to the house to get the money: “I’ll buy it. Don’t take the sun out.

There are not many people in the vegetable market. Many people will return home soon after the New Year. Xie Meng bought the chicken and went to the grocery store. I took some melon seeds, hawthorn and pork, and went back to the bridge to buy a stinky tofu.

“Happy New Year.” The hawker selling stinky tofu said cheerfully.

Xie Meng took the bowl and gave money: “Happy New Year,” he said.

The courtyard door was not closed. Xie Mengzheng felt strange and saw a familiar bicycle parked next to him. Ji Qinyang pulled out his sleeves from the inside and saw him lazily smiling.

“Buy it.” The boy stepped forward, took the things in his hands naturally, and opened it by the way: “Well, did you buy stinky tofu?”

Xie Meng looked at him in disbelief: “… You haven’t gone abroad?”

“Yeah.” Ji Qinyang said lightly: “My parents have a great relationship, and you don’t know, I don’t bother to be Pikachu.”

“…”

Ji Qinyang brought the chicken into the kitchen and turned back to see that Xie Meng was still standing.

Ji Qinyang raised his hand and shook in front of his eyes: “Happy and silly?”

Xie Meng opened his mouth: “No … do you want sugar?”

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: “I’m not a bar.”

Xie Meng didn’t listen to what he said, and scrambled to pile up roasted meat on the table: “I bought hawthorn seeds, dried pork, and plums … do you want to eat?”

Ji Qinyang suddenly reached out and hugged Xie Meng.

Xie Meng: “?”

Ji Qinyang kissed the boy’s face with his head turned over: “I will love you well in the new year.”

Xie Meng held him silent for a while before whispering: “Me too.”

He noodles, stuffing, rolling, making dumplings, Xie Meng cored the cooked jujubes and picked three into the dumplings. Ji Qinyang laughed.

Xie Meng was not very embarrassed and said, “Everyone, a colorful New Year.”

Three people made a table, Ji Qinyang took the chicken apart, turned the pattern and burned two dishes. Zhang Xiujuan was happy, drank a little wine, the radio was set aside, and the opera was on.

At 8 o’clock on time to watch the Spring Festival Gala, Ji Qinyang had long lost this habit, and Xie Meng did not remember it when he turned on the TV.

“Good wife likes it.” Xie Meng was transferred to the central set, Zhang Xiujuan turned off the radio, and watched TV intently.

“That’s right.” The old woman suddenly patted her hands. She pulled out of her pocket for a long time and took out two red envelopes: “One for each person.” Zhang Xiujuan smiled: “Go watch the fireworks outside, don’t accompany my old lady.”

Xie Mengna took a big scarf and wrapped herself and Ji Qinyang on one side. The two walked up Shantang Street. The snow hadn’t cleared up yet, and you could hear the sound of Soso soaring under your feet.

In the New Year’s Eve, the Sioux City was deserted, almost no one except the few children who came out to display fireworks.

Red lanterns were hung on both sides, and the light and shadow were reflected in the flowing water. Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng sat side by side on the bridge pier, watching the children display fireworks.

“Will you play one?” Ji Qinyang asked with a smile.

Xie Meng did not know where to take out a few fairy sticks: “Just play this.”

The two asked the children nearby to borrow the fire, squatted together to ignite, and the spark temperature of the fairy rod was not high.

The flames reflected Ji Qinyang’s delicate features. He lowered his head and looked at Xie Meng quietly.

“The last one.” Xie Meng raised his face, and he met Ji Qinyang’s gaze: “… don’t you let go?”

Ji Qinyang smiled: “I think you just let it go.”

Xie Meng also laughed. He lit the last fairy stick and watched the sparks burn out.

“Go back.” Xie Meng stood up and shook his scarf. He lowered his head, his lips pressed against Ji Qinyang’s forehead: “Happy New Year.”

Ji Qinyang did not immediately stand up. He took Xie Meng’s hand, and his fingertip touched a hard object in the other’s hand.

“… What?” Xie Meng rolled her wrists, and Ji Qinyang stood up and slowly let go of his hand.

Xie Meng looked down and saw a pair of sterling silver earrings in her palm.

Ji Qinyang reached out and touched his earlobe: “Go pierce.”

In the second half of the second semester of high school, Ji Qinyang began to take music theory classes. Because it is the way to prepare for the arts candidates, the cultural class is not as nervous as other students.

Xie Meng reported a remedial class outside the school, and Zhang Bang also had to take part in it. When he went in, he found that Han Dong was also there.

“Xue Ba is also very lonely.” Han Dong found a reason: “I have nothing to do but read more.”

Because the bar is in the group with high s, once in reality it meets the students with high s, the instinct is a little dazed.

Han Dong gave him an expressionless look.

Zhang Bang: “…”

Han Dong nodded, “Hello.”

Zhang Gang sat right next to him: “Hello, hello …”

Xie Meng introduced for both of them: “Han Dong knows Rourou, if you have any questions, you can ask him.”

Zhang Gang’s eyes lit up narrowly: “Really, really ?!”

Han Dong’s attitude was stubborn, only a moment before he gave a hum.

Xie Meng gave him a strange look.

“Rourou her, what does she look like?” Zhang Gang asked the other side carefully and expectantly.

Han Dong raised an eyebrow and said slowly: “Black short hair.”

“Short hair …” Zhang Lianban was a little disappointed.

Han Dong froze: “What? You don’t like short hair?”

Zhang Gang quickly denied: “Of course not … only, it’s just different from what I thought.” He observed Han Dong’s face, some flattering: “Actually short hair is also very good …”

“Really.” Han Dong asked, “Do you like it?”

Zhang He hesitated, “I …”

Han Dong frowned, and hummed impatiently: “Do you like it?”

Zhang Gang dared to stare at each other with courage: “…”

Han Dong squinted and stared at him.

“… I like it.” Zhang Lianban was still in Han Dong. “You dare to say that you don’t like it, it’s settled.” The humiliation compromised under the eyes.

In the coffee shop near the cram school, Ji Qinyang sent a text message to Xie Meng, and then ordered a cup of pure milk to pack at the counter. When Xie Meng came out, he saw the boy lifted the plastic bag in his hand.

“How long have you waited?” Xie Meng took the milk, he held Ji Qinyang’s hand, and the latter came up and rubbed his forehead.

Ji Qinyang smiled: “It didn’t take long.” He looked behind Xie Meng, and Han Dong nodded expressionlessly to him.

“Hello there.”

“Hi.” Ji Qinyang greeted him.

Zhang Gang sucked his nose and mumbled, “You guys are so good … no one is here to pick me up.”

Han Dong glanced down at him: “Do you want me to take you back?”

Zhang Bar was a little scared: “No, don’t …”

Han Dong stared blankly at him.

“…” Zhang Zhang shrugged his shoulders, and whispered weakly: “Okay, okay … trouble you.”

Xie Meng was speechless. He watched Zhang Baobao dragging towards the Han Dong car, glancing at the creator in disapproval: “Don’t bully him too much, what if you cry?”

“Cry, just cry.” Han Dong pulled the scarf into his coat in a good mood, and his eyes fell on Xie Meng’s earlobe with an unbiased smile: “You two are.” He pointed. Ji Qinyang: “Don’t be too high-profile.”