Chapter 6

Zhao Yibai didn't sit for too long.

After he left, Cheng Yan's pen stopped. Hearing the sound from the door, his originally hippie smile collapsed.

Throwing the pen, he leaned on the sofa, and his laziness came up. Cheng Yan scratched his forehead with his fingers, his expression was sluggish, his pupils were not focused, he didn't know where he was looking, and his thoughtful appearance reflected a bit. Seriously, the bangs were disturbed by his fingertips, but Cheng Yan suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and changed the shoes on his feet.

He changed into sneakers.

Lame, locked the door, got into the elevator, and Cheng Yan left the house.

There is a fresh air environment outside. There is a square on the left side of the community. At dusk, the residents of the community will gather there to chat about their daily life. There are many people, and there is no fixed age. It is suitable for all ages. Lively at home.

Cheng Yan came here for nothing, but he felt bored and needed to come out to breathe.

There are children playing ball in the square, and Cheng Yan often comes here. For example, when he is free on Sundays, everyone doesn't want to run too far, so he gathers to play ball here. Dad came here to catch him, and he was sure to catch him.

At this time, the children who were jumping under the basketball hoop saw him coming in, and they all ran towards him as if they were happy. They called him brother. In this situation, they really thought they were Cheng Yan's relatives. The children were too much. Enthusiastic, Cheng Yan hurriedly stepped back and said three times, "Don't come here, I can't stand the collision."

One of the slightly more mature children said, "Brother, are your legs still healthy?"

Cheng Yan said honestly, "Not so fast."

The child said, "I see that you haven't been in class for several days."

Cheng Yan said, "How can you see me when I stay at home?"

The child has reason and reason: "My mother said it, and she said it was your mother."

"My mother." Cheng Yan patted his forehead.

"Then will you still be able to play in the future?" another child asked.

"Yes, it's just a sprain, it'll be fine."

"Oh." The boy nodded.

Cheng Yan found a chair on the side and sat down. The children wanted him to play, but they all knew that he was injured, so he could only sit down. Cheng Yan looked at these happy little kids, and his playing skills were already They are no longer born and tender. Several people who have not graduated from primary school are organized together. They also call themselves "Flower Maple" and "Sakuragi Huadao". Once a member of the second-year junior high school, forget it.

Actually, there is nothing special about basketball, but it is very peculiar. Some people like it, some people don't. Cheng Yan knows that it's not that they don't love the sport, but they are simply lazy. Only Zhao Yibai can play basketball. Most people can get started playing basketball, but playing games is another matter. He can’t meet people, and Zhao Yibai and Zhao Yibai find another class to play together. He didn't have such a big obsession, and only regarded basketball as a hobby, but now he has devoted all his enthusiasm to it.

When was young, what pursued was a kind of happiness. felt that it was very cool for many small partners to play together. When grew up, gradually stopped feeling that way. began to pursue winning and losing and winning and losing. Understand face and self-esteem.

He has been playing since he was a child, and he is regarded as someone who has touched the ball relatively early. He can be considered experienced in big and small games, and he has experienced various levels and skills. However, he is unable to understand his slow progress. change this state.

His game isn't bad, he's quite old at his age, but he's set his goals too high and is doomed to be lost for not being able to reach that level.

Cheng Yan propped his chin up, crossed one leg, and sat on the bench, watching the children play ball leisurely and thoughtfully. At this moment, the ball hit him across the crowd. This time Cheng Yan kept his mind. , took it over quickly, and threw it back into the hands of the boy who was running here.

"Brother, I saw Master Bai just now." The little boy who was holding the ball talked to Cheng Yan. Zhao Yibai's home is not far from here, so he could also run over to gather, and everyone knew him. It's the tone of an old friend.

"Well, he was at my house just now." Cheng Yan said.

"Call him out, he hasn't come to teach us for a long time." The child was thinking about it, now that Cheng Yan can't count on it, he can only put his mind on Zhao Yibai.

Children like to play with adults. Cheng Yan understands this mentality. He also came here like this, vying to show himself in front of adults.

"He just went back, let's call tomorrow."

"Ah... let's do it." The boy threw the ball in his hand and wiped the sweat from his face. He didn't behave like a sixth-grade child. I like this kid the most.

No matter how young Dou Yaoyao is, he can realize that Cheng Yan likes him. He also likes to hang out with Cheng Yan. When he grew up, he at least understood what boredom was. He was afraid of Cheng Yan's attitude towards him, so he maintained a state of detachment.

Dou Yaoyao always thinks that he has advanced thinking and far-sightedness.

He sat next to Cheng Yan, stepped on the bench, tied his shoelaces, and asked inadvertently, "Brother, have you broken up with Song Yu?"

Cheng Yan thought he was deaf for a while, but suddenly he got excited. He turned to look at the serious kid next to him, he smiled and said, "What did you say?"

Dou Yaoyao said: "I guess, it should be accurate, right?"

Cheng Yan was very puzzled by his words: "Break up?"

Dou Yaoyao explained: "It's almost, it means no contact, you should understand it."

Can he still not understand what a breakup is? But have you ever seen two men say goodbye? Still in the mouth of a child, Cheng Yan couldn't help but dilate his pupils in shock: "Who taught you this broken word?"

Dou Yaoyao waved his hand and said, "I realized it myself, just like Jiezi and Siqi, they stopped talking after breaking up, and they didn't play together anymore."

Cheng Yan suddenly felt that it was very interesting, so he couldn't bear to laugh, and followed Dou Yaoyao's words: "Who are Jiezi and Siqi?"

Dou Yaoyao said: "You don't know our class. They are in love. Siqi is going to die. I don't know how Jiezi likes her."

Dou Yaoyao was complacent, the child's conceit and narcissism, and an inexplicable sense of superiority when speaking, which felt quite fucked up, Cheng Yan couldn't help laughing on the side.

"Do you know what it means to fall in love?" Cheng Yan raised a question from the depths of his soul. Two 6th grade children actually started talking about love. He remembered that when he was in 6th grade, he didn't even know what Q_Q was. , Now there is a 6th grade brat telling him a so-called love story?

Is he out of step with the times? At that time, he had to cover his eyes when watching the intimate scenes on TV. Even if the children are precocious, they are not so thorough.

Dou Yaoyao talked about his excitement without any shyness on his face, and even made a gesture of wanting to discuss with Cheng Yan in a big way: "Who doesn't know, if you are in love, you can hold hands and kiss, that's what parents don't let you do."

The summary was in place, Cheng Yan refreshed his three views, and lowered his voice consciously, "You understand quite well, did you do something bad in school?"

"It's not me, it's Jiezi and Siqi. They did bad things and were caught by the teacher. Their parents have come to school, and they laughed at me. How could they be."

Cheng Yan was listening at the side and didn't know what to say. Dou Yaoyao was still laughing. He seemed to be happy to talk about these taboo topics. It was too early for his age, but they were already involved. Yan was not so kind and would not teach him what to do. That was his teacher and his parents' business.

He just felt happy, and sure enough, taboos are always fun topics.

"I just said you and Song Yu, brother, you two are just like Jiezi and Siqi, and you don't communicate anymore. I haven't seen him for a long time."

Cheng Yan said lightly, "Well, we broke up."

Dou Yaoyao said, "It's true or false, why?"

He still didn't understand that. He only knew that the word "breakup" meant no more contact, but he didn't understand how weird it was to use it between boys, and Cheng Yan didn't want to explain the meaning. At first, he thought Dou Yaoyao was shrewd. I could see the tricks between him and Song Yu, but later found out that he was just curious about their discontinuation, he thought too much.

"If you can't play a piece, you'll break up." Cheng Yan's words were concise and to the point. It would be superfluous to say such a word. There is nothing to talk about with the sixth-grade children. This matter can't be opened to some friends and parents. Dou Yaoyao Not to be the exception.

Dou Yaoyao didn't believe such an answer, and said with a skeptical attitude, "Impossible, you two are so good."

Cheng Yan looked at the children who were still running wildly on the court. A ball became the target of all, flying around in the hands of several boys, and finally smashed against the net to start a new round of competition.

"Not so good." Cheng Yan said indifferently.

"It's definitely better than Master Bai." Dou Yaoyao said.

"It's best to be with Master Bai." Cheng Yan argued with reason.

Dou Yaoyao opened his eyes in disbelief. Although he knew that Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai communicated the most, and they were close, a few steps away, he still insisted on his own opinion, thought about it, and said hesitantly, "I don't think so. ."

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"

Dou Yaoyao hugged his leg and said, "Anyway, I think you and Song Yu have the best time playing, so I must say that when we don't play together."

Cheng Yan twisted his wrists, lowered his head and played with his fingers, insisting: "I grew up with Zhao Yibai, and we haven't been apart for so many years, and we also went to school together, so it's obvious who has the best time to play with. Yes, what are you arguing with me?"

Cheng Yan shouldn't talk to a person who didn't graduate from elementary school, but because he talked about Song Yu, he occasionally wanted to argue that in Song Yu, there are clear feelings and clear words. He hopes to follow through on the topic, and he doesn't want people around him to have any more doubts, and no more confusion for himself.

Although he is an unnecessary little brat, he also wants to reason with him clearly, and can't wait to draw the line.

It's just that he said so much, but the stubborn children still denied him, Dou Yaoyao said: "No, Jiezi and I also went to school together, one class and one age, and we played together all the time. Later, we met Xiaozi.

, I think it is better than Xiaolong. "

Cheng Yan looked at him, and before he had time to speak, Dou Yaoyao added: "Brother, though, I don't know what happened to you and Song Yu, but I think it's a pity, you two played so well before."

"That's what you think."

"Really?" Dou Yaoyao said: "You are crazy with him all day long, and Master Bai is always left behind by you. Every time he comes, I feel that you greet him more warmly than Master Bai, even your temper. All is well."

Cheng Yan could almost hear the frequency of his heartbeat. He couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, but he was brought into those crazy past years by Dou Yaoyao's three or two words, and he did not respond for a long time.

"Just like me and Xiaolong, if Xiaolong comes, I will definitely share all the good things with him, as well as the models that I treasured, Jiezi has never seen it, as long as Xiaolong comes, I will take the initiative to give it to him. , I don't need him to say, anyway, I just want to play with him all the good things, I think it's a good game."

Cheng Yan listened, no one knows the state of the three words "playing well" better than him. He also hopes to have a good time with Song Yu, and he also hopes that he just treats him as a person. It's just a better friend than Zhao Yibai. If everything was so simple, it wouldn't have caused the current situation, but people are too greedy. When he met Song Yu, he already had impure thoughts, which is equivalent to A kind of situation of backsliding, he kept this kind of mind firmly, and his flattery also had a certain effect, until the friendship with Song Yu became deeper, he planned everything in the future, and planned a near-perfect and comprehensive plan. The blueprint is a lot of calculations, but I didn't expect that the big plan that had been conceived for so long was broken because of a momentary feeling.

He wanted to receive Song Yu's rejection as a matter of course, because he hid so well before and didn't reveal any clues, so when he showed it, he was scared like that.

Friendship has been overstepped, but the status of a lover will never be satisfied, so why are so many people afraid of confessing and worrying about confessing? Cheng Yan proved this fate with practical actions.

They were never lovers, they were never friends.

Secret love is really the best state, there will be no rejection, there will be no breakup, and he has the right to stop at any time, but he understands it too late, after everything is too late to make up for it.

"Two people have a call, and they are far apart and try to find a way to meet each other. They can be comfortable together, and they will not be embarrassed if they don't speak. You understand him, he understands you, and I look at you. What do you mean, then It's called having a good time," Cheng Yan's voice was firm, and he didn't care whether Dou Yaoyao could understand it or not, he seemed to be saying to himself, "It's not that each other is optional to each other, I can do it without him, and he can do it without me. , this almost transparent and indifferent feeling.”

Dou Yaoyao's head was full of question marks, he really couldn't understand it, it was too confusing, mainly Cheng Yan spoke too fast, and the voice behind him was still a little low, he couldn't hear it clearly, and couldn't digest it.

"Yaoyao! It's your turn!" A classmate called under the basketball hoop.

Dou Yaoyao hurriedly said, "Oh! It's here!"

He ran over and was under Cheng Yan's eyelids.

It was almost time, Cheng Yan was going to leave, Dou Yaoyao also beckoned him to wait for a while, but Cheng Yan didn't plan to gossip with him any more, he took a few steps and the phone rang.

"Something happened, something happened." Guan Di reported to him, Cheng Yan hummed and let him speak slowly.

Guan Di said, "Are you coming to school tomorrow? Qu Tao and the little prince have an appointment."

Cheng Yan asked as he walked, but his pace was slow and he couldn't raise his speed at all, and he didn't walk out of the square for a long time, "Where's the head?"

Guan Di said: "Master Tao is here with us, as well as Kang Wei from Class 4 and the others. Master Bai, the Monkey from Class 6, said he went to shout. The key is Tang Jiale's brute force. He's looking for his brother outside of school. What's his brother's background, how many people, it's a bit uncomfortable."

I can't pretend to be the uncle at this time, otherwise it will be them lying on the ground tomorrow, Guan Di's voice is anxious, Cheng Yan knows that according to the current situation, Guan Di should be in the stage of looking for someone in a hurry, Cheng Yan asked in a low voice: "Location. "

"Tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon, the West Street Abandoned Factory."

Cheng Yan said he knew, and hung up the phone.

He looked at his mobile phone and was not surprised at all. Fighting was a common occurrence, for their impetuous and impulsive age.

Under the dim sky, Cheng Yan looked back, the group of children were still playing, his thoughts were not distracted by what Guan Di said, and he was still stuck in the words he just said to the children.

Since he made his words so clear and wanted to arrange the relationship so clearly, even Zhao Yibai was advising him, and everyone around him seemed to be trying to tell him, so that he would wake up and let him know that he and Song Yu were really impossible.

Shouldn't he have another last chance?

Cheng Yan clicked on the avatar that he hadn't contacted for a long time. He thought, should he be more decisive and delete it? Don't delete it? This is the last contact, if you delete it, there is nothing left.

Looking at the previous chat interface, Cheng Yan unconsciously swiped the screen. When he and Song Yu were on good terms, they were better than anyone else.

[Master Song, come to my house for dinner tomorrow, my mother said she misses you. 】

【What do you like about dogs and cats? 】

【Would you like to go to the movies on Thursday? I bought two tickets. 】

【What type of girl do you like? Remarks: Helping students to ask]

[I saw a super cool tattoo on the Internet yesterday. It’s a pair. I don’t look good on my own, or we get a tattoo together. It’s very small and won’t be discovered. Lord Song, I want.jpg]

【What shall I wear to your game next week? 】

After looking at the chat records after the incident, Cheng Yan felt that his hidden thoughts were not clever at all. What about Song Yu? Looking at these records now, do you think he is ridiculous?

Cheng Yan closed his eyes deeply. He couldn't watch it any longer. He slid upwards.

Cheng Yan looked for the delete button. He didn't hesitate anymore. He didn't want those embarrassing topics to stay in Song Yu's records, but with a flick of his hand, the message box vibrated, and Cheng Yan froze in place.

【You poke each other】

Cheng Yan covered the screen on his chest, completely dumbfounded.

What made him dumbfounded was not this moment, but the next second.

——

Song Yu replied to him, which is still a question mark that makes people think too much.

Cheng Yan hurriedly typed and wanted to explain. He didn't want the other party to think that he had other meanings and couldn't help contacting him or something. Cheng Yan quickly typed a few words [Sorry, I said I wanted to delete it... …Do you believe it? 】

After he finished speaking, he wanted to delete it, but when he saw Song Yu's reply, his mood became even more mixed.

【Delete what? 】

This question made Cheng Yan gasp, not knowing how to reply.

The author has said:

Song Yu: Delete me, you better have this courage.

Cheng Yan: Instantly withered.

See you in the next chapter.