Times of Our Lives - Chapter 7

Xie Meng did not sleep well at night. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he had some headaches. He got up and poured water, and the noise alarmed Zhang Xiujuan next door.

The old man was wearing a gray linen robe, standing at the door of the room with a large shawl, and frowned slightly. “What time is it?” She asked Xie Meng.

“More than three o’clock.” Xie Meng felt a little guilty: “You sleep again.”

Zhang Xiujuan sighed, and she came to the table and sat down: “You can’t sleep, what else does my old lady sleep.”

Xie Meng did not speak. He burned a pot of water, filled a small soup, crouched down and reached Zhang Xiujuan’s feet, and the other side held his hand when he stood up.

“What happened?” Zhang Xiujuan looked at the face of the little grandson, feeling a little distressed: “You have been doing this for a while in junior high school, but my grandmother couldn’t help asking, but my heart was still uncomfortable.”

Xie Meng opened his mouth and closed it again. He smiled and shook Zhang Xiujuan’s hand. “It’s nothing, it’s okay.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn’t come when he went to school the next day. Xie Meng waited until the end of the physical education class and didn’t see each other’s shadow. He had no choice but to block people after school.

“Zhuo Xiaoyuan, he’s taking time off.” The head of class six is ​​a girl: “How long have youn’t said … how? You asked him for something urgent?”

“…” Xie Meng’s face was not very nice: “Do you have his address?”

The female monitor said, “The address book is all with the teacher. Do you want to see it?”

Xie Meng was a little hesitant. He went to the office, stood at the door for a long time, and finally gave up. When he turned around and prepared to go downstairs, he encountered Ji Qinyang, who happened to run up.

The other person raised his eyebrows when he saw him: “Are you here? I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Xie Meng: “?”

Ji Qinyang: “Go back together.”

Xie Meng: “… Are you going to your grandfather’s house again?”

Ji Qinyang’s expression was blank for a moment, and then he reacted, followed the words, and added a thought: “My cat from my grandfather was born, so I will go to help in recent days.”

“…” Xie Meng raised his eyebrows. He rarely made a playful expression with a smile in his eyes: “The kitten …?”

Ji Qinyang said: “Yes.”

Xie Meng laughed, Ji Qinyang looked at him, and suddenly reached out and brushed the other side’s bangs.

Xie Meng: “?”

“Stick things.” Ji Qinyang flicked his fingertips, and he used to show that casual and beautiful smile: “Let’s go.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan has never been to school. Xie Meng’s drowsiness began to grow very long. Sometimes he could see dark circles under his eyes. Obviously, he didn’t sleep well at night. He was not fat. An illusion of losing weight.

Ji Qinyang still walks with him every day after school, looking for strange reasons.

“Have you cut your hair?” Ji Qinyang asked inadvertently once. He wrapped Xie Meng in his arms, and the two stood against the carriage.

The boy’s haircut was shortened, and it was thinly pressed against his neck.

“I cut it myself.” Xie Meng was a little embarrassed: “I don’t have a concentrated mind … seems to have cut it?”

Ji Qinyang smiled: “No.” He put his heart on Xie Meng’s neck: “Not bad.”

The skin under the palm was very delicate. It was a bit cold due to exposure to the air. Ji Qinyang’s hands were very hot. Xie Meng did not resist the opponent’s posture that almost pinched his neck.

Ji Qinyang tightened his fingers, and indifferently said, “You have very stiff muscles.”

Xie Meng: “It’s probably been a long time since I bowed my head.”

Ji Qinyang didn’t say anything. He rubbed Xie Meng’s neck side by side with his knuckles, rubbing it back and forth three times before stopping. “How do you feel?” He asked.

Xie Meng did not know when he closed his eyes, and he sighed: “Very comfortable, would you massage?”

Ji Qinyang: “My mother has been making tea for tea, and her shoulders will be sour.”

Xie Meng nodded, he said, “That’s great.” I don’t know if it refers to Ji Qinyang’s massage technique or something else.

After they got out of the car, they would go to Shantang Street to eat snacks. At first, it was not clear who opened the head, and they gradually developed a habit. Xie Meng held the tofu bowl and drank half. Add hot sauce to the bowl.

The weather had gradually begun to warm up. Ji Qinyang took off half his coat and wore only a long-sleeved shirt inside.

Xie Meng was still wrapped in a coat, and the evening sunset lay on his face from the side, outline Qingjun outlined a circle, and just put it into the collar near the chin.

Ji Qinyang stared for a long time before subconsciously retracting his gaze. His fingertips were a little hot, and he thought about putting the Douhua bowl on the table.

Xie Meng gave him a strange look: “No more food?”

Ji Qinyang’s skin was white and almost transparent, because of the spicy taste, and the lip color was bright. His nose was sweating a bit, and the dark brown hair was naturally curly and fluffy, and it was slightly around the ear.

“Some hot.” Ji Qinyang loosened his collar. He held his head and smiled at Xie Meng: “You eat yours.”

“…” Xie Meng quickly drank the last point of Douhua.

Ji Qinyang turned out his phone and looked at the time.

“Leave it.” He stood up with both of his bags. “I’ll take you to the intersection.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan cast plaster on his left leg and tilted it on the coffee table. He was bored watching TV in the living room. His sister Zhuo Jin ran in with a pigtail and blocked it in front of the TV.

“Fart it fast.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan threw a cushion impatiently. “What do you want to do after just eating an ice cream?”

Zhuo Jinjin just turned 10 years old. He does n’t need to go to school because of physical reasons. He eats and sticks to his brother every day. Zhuo Xiaoyuan has been injured at home for so long.

“Someone is your classmate.” Zhuo Jin hung around Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s neck, and even said with a gesture: “It’s a beautiful handsome man.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan couldn’t stand her: “If you are handsome, you are beautiful, if you are beautiful, will you speak?”

Zhuo Jindu muttered his mouth, reluctantly came down from Zhuo Xiaoyuan, and helped his brother to open the door. When he saw Ji Qinyang came in, Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s face turned black.

“What are you doing?” Zhuo Xiaoyuan said coldly, his hair was a little longer, and his roots were standing upright.

Ji Qinyang handed the fruit brought to Zhuo Jinjin, and he bent over and touched the top of the girl’s head: “Good, go and wash the strawberries yourself?”

Zhuo Jinjin didn’t have any resistance to all his handsome boys of the same age as her elder brother. He flew to the kitchen, regardless of Zhuo Xiaoyuan.

“See if you have moss.” Ji Qinyang smiled lazily. He looked at Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s leg in plaster: “It’s almost good? Then go to school early and don’t bother you.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan frowned: “I’m giving trouble to anyone.” He snorted: “Aren’t you looking forward to seeing me?”

“I don’t want to see you, it doesn’t mean that others don’t want to.” Ji Qinyang took the headphone cord out of his bag and wound it around the neck: “I can’t beat it hard, are you really a hero?”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s face was ugly, but he didn’t want to show weakness. He said stiffly: “That scum isn’t much better. Whatever the number of people, it’s not like I was taken to the hospital by Lao Tzu.”

Ji Qinyang snorted, Zhuo Xiaoyuan stunned him, and couldn’t help asking: “Isn’t that scum harassing Xie Meng?”

Ji Qinyang said lightly, “I am here.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: “Don’t think that it’s your credit. Han Dong just didn’t want to thank Xie Meng to cause any further trouble. A few people are really not enough to thank Xie Meng.”

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: “What do you mean?”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan was far more lazy and said, “You will understand later.”

Ji Qinyang squinted his eyes. He shook the headphone cable thoughtfully and asked, “You know him quite well.”

“Xie Meng?” Zhuo Xiaoyuan dangled his eyes: “Always know more than you, it was originally a matter of ours, I don’t know what you are mixing blindly.”

Ji Qinyang smiled disdainfully: “Now it is high, he is our third class, you figure out who is the outsider.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan was angry, but for a long time he couldn’t find a word to refute.

Ji Qinyang plugged in the headset. He stood up and put his hands in his trouser pockets: “I see that your legs are almost fine. Remember to come to school tomorrow. If you don’t see you in the morning, don’t blame me for dragging people on.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: “…”

At the school where Xie Meng and Zhang Lianban came about the same time, the two met Zhuo Xiaoyuan who was already waiting there at the gate of Class Three.

“…” Xie Meng’s gaze fell on the opponent’s leg still in plaster.

“That scum can’t teach a book in a lifetime.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan said expressionlessly: “Specifically, you ask Han Dong, I’m only responsible for spreading the word.” After he said it, he stopped looking at Xie Meng and leaned on a cane Lumbling and rubbing over the other’s shoulder, Xie Meng shouted at him as he was going downstairs.

“Zhuo Xiaoyuan.”

Shouted impatiently and turned back: “Why ?!”

Xie Meng smiled: “Thank you.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan glared at him and muttered: “Neuropathy!”

Xie Meng smiled and waved his hands, and Zhang Liao looked at them both inexplicably: “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“It’s okay.” Xie Meng saw Ji Qinyang who happened to be upstairs, and the other person had a headphone cord hanging on his neck. He saw his eyebrows raised.

“Early.” Ji Qinyang greeted.

“Early.” Xie Meng noticed his chest and asked, “What are you listening to?”

Ji Qinyang handed him an earplug: “Listen?”

“…” Xie Meng’s ears were stuffed before he could respond. The strange Qingyue melody struck the eardrum. Tiny resonances entangled the hearing like a spider’s web, and his heart trembled gently.

“Does it sound good?” Ji Qinyang got close, he looked down at Xie Meng’s expression.

“Well.” Xie Meng nodded subconsciously, uncertain, “but I haven’t heard of it …”

Ji Qinyang smiled with pride: “This is my song.”

“…” Xie Meng blinked, and his earplugs had been taken away by Zhang Lianban.

Ji Qinyang simply gave the whole mp3 to the other party: “Remember to pay me back.” He pointed to Xie Meng.

Qi Fei was finally ready to leave the classroom on duty, and saw Zhangmpang’s mp3 “snap”.

“You better record it.” Qi Fei showed off: “In the future, the student works of China’s first music producer in the future, black history.”

Ji Qinyang kicked Qi Fei in front, and the latter exaggeratedly screamed.

Xie Meng and Zhang Lianbang followed each other with one earplug. Zhang Lianba danced along with the music. Xie Meng hurriedly covered the earphone cable that was almost pulled out, and shook his head helplessly.

The morning light through the edge of the window reflects the tiny floating dust in the air. The warm sun in the spring brightens the youth’s faces.