This year's college entrance examination happens to be two days on weekends. When I arrived at school on Monday, it seemed that there was a lot of space everywhere.

Sitting down with a stainless steel meal, Zhao Yiyang poked the rice grains with chopsticks, a little uncomfortable: "It's desolate and melancholy. Without the group of livestock scrambling for food in the senior year of high school, I'm actually a little lonely!"

Shangguan Yu was recording the taste of the new dishes launched in the canteen today, adding bricks and tiles to his imperial meal manual. He replied without raising his head when he heard this: "Just take a summer vacation, you will become the 'group of livestock who are grabbing food and vegetables in the third year of high school'."

Zhao Yiyang suddenly felt a huge pressure and almost plunged into the rice, as an ostrich who didn't want to face reality.

Xu Rui spoke with great vicissitudes: "We will eventually become a legend." I felt that the topic was too heavy, so he broadcasted a new news, "By the way, isn't that tomb of clothing going to build an exhibition hall? The bidding results have already come out a few days ago. It seems that a company called Jianke has been booked. The college entrance examination is over, and the first year of high school is about to take a holiday. I guess construction will start when we make up for the lessons."

Wen Xiao, who was having a meal, caught the word "Kanke". He vaguely remembered that the company Ikeno now cooperated with was called this name.

In the afternoon, the class monitor went to the office to get a stack of "Make-up Intention Form". Everyone in the second grade of high school had a piece and needed to take it back and sign it for parents. The above two options are: one is to agree to make-up classes during the summer vacation of high school, and the other is to disagree. But everyone was open-minded - the option that "disagree" behind is the decoration.

When he got home in the evening, Wen Xiao handed the letter of intention to his grandmother, "It was sent by the school and parents need to sign it."

Grandma put on reading glasses and read the content carefully: "The time to make up for the lessons... I have to make up for one month? The time is a bit long. Then are there only twenty days left for your summer vacation?"

Wen Xiao nodded: "I heard from Zhao Yiyang and the others that the affiliated high school has always been like this, and I also made up for classes during the summer vacation of the first year of high school, so their course progress is very fast."

Grandma picked up her usual dark green pen and signed "Agree" in the column "Parents' Opinions" and signed "Lu Dongqing". The three characters are very charming in the horizontal and vertical lines.

Seeing that grandma had a stack of materials on her hand, Wen Xiao asked casually: "Are you very busy recently?"

Grandma subconsciously blocked the paper at hand, "I'm not busy, I just have some chores to deal with."

Noting this detail, Wen Xiao remembered the several file bags he found at home two days ago, all sent from Qingzhou University, with "Professor Lu Dongqing" written on the back. Seeing that his grandmother had no intention of talking, Wen Xiao did not ask any further questions.

After eleven o'clock, Zhao Yiyang called the video: "Damn, Wen Xiao, Brother Xiao! Jianghu is in urgent need! The second question to last question of the physics paper I sent today. I think I am right, but it seems that I am wrong again. I am on the verge of baldness. Please answer!"

"I didn't bring the paper back." Wen Xiao picked up a neutral pen and turned it around his fingertips, recalling a few seconds, "Which magnetic field question? The time it took for electrons to shoot from n board at t=0 to hit the fluorescent screen?"

"Damn..." Zhao Yiyang found his voice system in a few seconds, "Damn it, a word is not bad. Didn't you take the paper home? How could you remember it so clearly?" He murmured and comforted himself, "It's me that's a big fuss, this is the routine operation of the big guy!"

After spending ten minutes to finish the topic, Zhao Yiyang's words were written with the sound of "swish" and after writing, he started chatting easily: "I told my mother that the school wanted to make up for classes. My mother happily wanted to send a box of banners to the school, saying that she had taken me in for an extra month, so that I didn't have the chance to get in the eyes of her at home. Tell, this is like she is often at home. Wen Xiao, is there anything on your left? You always look over there, and you have been looking at it for more than ten minutes, five or six times."

Wen Xiao's pale lips tightened, and the neatly turned pen on his hand fell on the page. He lowered his eyes to the topic, blocking all emotions: "There is nothing on the left, it's the bedroom window."

"That's it," Zhao Yiyang didn't stop talking in the video, "I don't know if Brother Chi will come to make up for the lesson."

Hearing the word "Brother Chi", Wen Xiao's fingers could not control the force, and a subtle "squeezing" sound, the last stroke of "a" cut through the paper.

"What the hell, why is it now twelve o'clock?" Zhao Yiyang screamed, "I'm dead, I still have math homework! Can you sleep tonight?"

Wen Xiao said goodbye and pressed to hang up.

Ikeno...

Wen Xiaoji slowly released his straight back, leaning himself inch by inch against the hard back of the chair, staring at the ceiling.

Ikeno.

When you taste this name, the tip of the tongue is sweet, astringent, and a little bitter.

Inhale very long, the lines of the chest fluctuate and contract to the extreme, and a clear exhalation sounded in the quiet bedroom. Wen Xiao bent his long legs, his chin rested on his knees, curled up in the chair, his eyes were filled with focal length.

How long have he known him? He transferred to Mingnan High School on February 24th, and now he is on June 9th, fifteen weeks, and one hundred and seven days.

Very short, but as long as a lifetime.

These days, every day is colorful, like the sunlight refracted by a prism.

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

I just curled up in the chair with my knees in my arms for a long time until Jingmin was shocked by the ringtone of my phone.

Wen Xiao picked up the phone buttoned on the desktop, and he was already familiar with the number displayed on it.

"Hello."

There was a sound of closing the door from Ikeno. He heard the noise that he had just entered the house and changed into slippers. He was afraid that he would wake up Yaya, so he started to press his voice very low until he entered the bedroom. He did not return to normal volume. "Don't you ask why I'm so early today?"

Wen Xiao asked, "Why is it so early today?"

"The things in your hands are basically in the later stage. If there is a constitution, you can make up for whatever you lack. There is not much to pay attention to, so today ends early and you can come back early. Uncle Zhang took on new things and I will try it. I will provide construction hardware this time, but if the negotiation is completed, I will probably be busy again."

"Yeah. Are you tired?"

"Not tired," Ikeno's voice was still smiling, "can handle it."

"How long does it take to go out tomorrow?"

"Come back at five o'clock and seven o'clock, and send Yaya to school. By the way, I have to check her homework and memorize the text."

Wen Xiao looked at his shadow on the wooden floor and said suddenly, "The intention to make up for the summer vacation has been issued."

After a quiet moment, Ikeno responded: "How long does it take to make up for it, a month?"

"right."

Ikeno's tone pretended to be relaxed: "Are Zhao Yiyang and the others howling again? It must be that while practicing the questions, it was too long to make up for the lessons."

"right."

Ikeno tried to say a few more words, but opened his mouth and only sent out a short syllable.

Quiet again.

Wen Xiao felt ache in his throat, and his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed. The emotional collision in his heart made him almost lose control of his emotions.

"After the senior high school entrance examination, several floors were empty, and there were a lot of people in the cafeteria. A few days before the college entrance examination, many people threw textbooks and papers downstairs. Some people imitated the second class, but Cheng Xiaoning ran into them and were punished to go to the playground for ten laps. A few days ago, someone suggested celebrating the festival, saying that we were not yet adults and qualified for celebrating the festival, but was rejected by Lao Xu. The life committee member bought a lot of marshmallows last Monday, two of them, saying that it was almost the holiday, and Lao Xu also got marshmallows, but there was only one, because Lao Xu was over the age of the standard."

"Wen Xiao——"

"Cheng Xiaoning still stands at the school gate every day to check his appearance and is late. Lao Xu brought the erhu to the office and wiped it several times a day. The teachers in the office were seen again and they were seen. He also found that the physics teacher led the team." Wen Xiao's voice became more and more hoarse, and at the back, his voice became even more tense. "You once said that your favorite thing was to attend classes in school. So I wrote down these things and told you."

"Wen Xiao." Ikeno's voice came from the receiver, mixed with a faint current. I don't know who is more hoarse than who.

He tried to change the topic and wanted to say that the cafeteria was not so crowded after leaving the senior year. The man was punished by Cheng Xiaoning to run around the circle. He was so unlucky that he would not let the holidays be too unkind. The reasons given by the life committee member were also very heartbreaking.

However, some people have already discussed these with Wen Xiao. It is news for me, but for Wen Xiao, it is old news for me.

He seemed to see the lives of the two people as if they were heading towards the trajectories on both sides, galloping away and constantly deviating.

It is out of place, and it is no longer integrated.

"Ikeno." Wen Xiao called out this name clearly and asked him, "If you don't have school classes, will you take the second college entrance examination take the college entrance examination? "

"Can take the exam."

Wen Xiao continued to ask: "Where is the master's degree? 985, 211, can I take the exam?"

"able."

Wen Xiao closed his eyes: "Can you want to get into the school?"

The breathing sound from the earpiece was mixed with noise. It took me a long time before Ikeno's hoarse voice sounded: "I can't get into the exam. I can't get into that school."

It was not until something dripped on the floor that Wen Xiao realized that he was crying. He bit his lower lip tightly, without making any sound, revealing the slightest movement.

He watched Ikeno's life as the last.

Their relationship is on the verge of collapse.

What's the solution? There's no way.

The malice in life is often groundless, but it can be pressed step by step and crushed layer by layer, making people dying and unable to struggle.

The only thing that can be done is just a gambling life.

The tip of his tongue tasted the rust of blood. Wen Xiao dullly judged that his lower lip must have been bleeding. He stepped on the floor barefoot and walked to the window, looking at the window opposite Ikeno from afar. It seemed that Mars was lit in his dark eyes.

He repeated the previous question: "Are you tired during this period?"

I don’t know if I realized something, after a few seconds, Ikeno’s voice sounded in Wen Xiao’s ears, very heavy, like a thousand-pound pendant hanging: “I’m so tired that every night when I lie on the bed, I will suspect that I will die in the next second and cannot wake up again.”

"But how can I die? Even if I really die, I have to crawl out of hell."

"That day I watched my mother rescue, and I couldn't help but wonder, why is it so hard and hard to do? I might as well die together. It's so clean and easy, right?"

The ending sound was as light as smoke, and Ikeno smiled bitterly, "But how can I have this qualification? I don't have this qualification. My mother tried hard to survive on the hospital bed, but she didn't give up for a moment. Yaya was only six years old, and she had never seen anything in the world. I could not find any other way except to continue... struggle and try my best to pull them. Wen Xiao, I can't find..."

His voice was so low that he could not hear it: "I used to think I was very strong, but it turned out... I was not omnipotent."

Listen carefully by listening to the word "Wen Xiao" one by one.

He stuck his fingers between his teeth until his teeth pierced the flesh covered on the joints, and bright red blood flowed down the back of his cold white hands, winding into red blood lines. Only then did he finally hide all the crying sounds without any flaws.

He saw someone standing by the window opposite him, with the warm light retreating as the background. Even if it was just a blurry figure, he could still draw every inch of the other person's line in detail.

He thought that he would never like someone so much for the rest of his life.

If this relationship becomes a heavy handcuff that makes you fall into the mud, even if my hands are full of injuries or blood, I must grit my teeth and take out the key and open it for you with my own hands.

Maybe I already knew the ending at this moment, so I never said I could love you explicitly.

But now I am sorry. Before, there were so many days and nights, why didn’t I say I like it a few times, and I say I love it a few times.

Hearing the flute twitching away from his tightly clenched knuckles, the smell of blood was full of blood between his lips and teeth, and his mood was the same as the night of his first kiss. "Ikeno, we-" his throat was choked. He suddenly realized that for 41 days, he had never said that he had been together, so why did he say the word "breakup"?
Chapter completed!