Chapter 66

I want to hear these words in dreams, want to hear Song Yu say that like it, can be indifferent now? Cheng Yan smiled, and sure enough, there are too many things that can change your mood. What you once asked for, expected, and wanted, after the precipitation of time and the polishing of facts, those longings will not be able to make waves in your heart.

Who has changed? It's not clear, maybe no one has changed, but the heart is cold now, and it will be cold for a while.

Cheng Yan looked at his ankle. One sentence was a response and an attitude. He touched the string of English letters and said, "Take off the tattoo tomorrow."

There is no need to say anything about holding a gun and a stick. The lethality of these words is not small at all. Cheng Yan took the initiative to hang up the phone in silence.

Tonight was really frustrating, and the rain outside was not annoying. The next one was endless. Cheng Yan walked to the window and stood quietly for a while. He held the curtains and stared at the night sky with lightning and thunder, and finally lowered his eyes slightly. , closed the curtains to isolate the sentimental rainy night outside.

The phone was hung up, Song Yu leaned against the balcony window and stared at the phone in his palm, as if he hadn't reacted yet. The back of his head was against the window, and he closed his eyes gently. No one had a hard time tonight.

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Tan Tingting's matter is completely over.

No one talks about this in the school anymore. Everyone is in good spirits in the new week. During the meeting, everyone has their heads held high, the teacher is talking on the stage, the classmates are chatting, and every now and then the teacher above is vicious, and the bottom is quiet. For a while, and so on, every week is the same.

Cheng Yan stood honestly. He didn't say a word during the whole week meeting. After the meeting, Cheng Yan followed the army back to the classroom.

"Who closed the window? It's hot," Shen Yun fanned with a notebook, the weather was even hotter after the rain, "Open it for a while."

Cheng Yan pushed the window open and returned to his position.

Shen Yun gave him a clasped fist gesture.

It's hot outside and it's hot inside. I'd rather have some air circulation, otherwise what's the difference between a classroom and an oven?

Sitting down, the sound of flipping the book clattered, Zhao Yibai looked at Cheng Yan from behind and didn't speak, the spirit of the first day of the new week was not good enough, Zhao Yibai patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's the matter? ?"

Cheng Yan tilted his head: "What?"

Zhao Yibai said, "Don't speak."

Cheng Yan smiled and said, "It's too hot."

Zhao Yibai said: "It's really hot, and they don't install air conditioners for us."

Cheng Yan turned his head and flipped through the textbook. He had nothing to do. He looked at the class schedule and the next Chinese class. It was time for classical Chinese. He looked at the annotations and tried to understand the classical Chinese.

He has never been able to calm down during his studies. Now he is not so restless, and he has a lot of free time. Besides, he doesn't like to play games. Once he doesn't fall in love, he doesn't even know what to do. Cheng Yan Focusing on study and listening to the class, this Chinese class was the most serious one he took.

I heard that diverting attention is a way to treat a lot of moods. He is doing it now, and the effect is average.

Last week's test results came out. Li Xiaoxiao was handing out the test paper, but Cheng Yan didn't look up until Li Xiaoxiao came to him and said, "Cheng Yan, have you performed exceptionally well again?"

Li Xiaoxiao pressed the test paper on his desk, without saying the score, Cheng Yan read it himself, and the two numbers were strikingly reflected in the middle.

115 points.

Cheng Yan collected the papers and said, "The perfect score is one hundred and five."

Li smiled and said, "Okay, you've been serious lately."

Cheng Yan asked back, "How much are you?"

Li Xiaoxiao said without disappointment: "Just a little taller than you, 121."

Cheng Yan didn't ask any more questions, Li Xiaoxiao bent down and said secretly, "You work harder, I feel your potential is infinite."

Cheng Yan did not reject this time, but nodded, Li Xiaoxiao gave him a fist to show encouragement, and left with the test paper in his arms.

Cheng Yan looked at the questions on the test paper. Most of the mistakes were multiple-choice questions, and two or three of the application questions were wrong. The overall score was decent. everything.

Cheng Yan put away the test papers. He didn't get distracted in the math class. The old class gave a topic. He listened carefully to the whole class. Even the old class was surprised. He looked at him from time to time and found that he was still staring at the blackboard. Glad.

After school, Cheng Yan didn't run around either. He changed the test papers in the position. The book contained the questions that the old class solved. He checked and analyzed them one by one, and then suddenly realized.

Blame yourself for not being careful enough.

"Cheng Yan, go play!" There were several people standing at the door of the classroom, Zhao Yibai and Guan Di from their class, Cheng Yan looked up.

Guan Di shook the ball in his hand and hadn't played for a long time.

Cheng Yan said, "I won't go."

Guan Di frowned and said, "Aren't you active anymore?"

Three or four people walked in and surrounded Cheng Yan's desk in the classroom at noon. Guan Di said, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yan propped his chin and shook the pen in his hand, "Doodle."

Guan Di leaned closer and said, "Are you solving a math problem?"

Zhang Teng said: "Damn, why are you so honest today?"

Zhao Yibai squinted at him.

Cheng Yan looked out the window and said, "The sun is so bright outside."

Guan Di said, "It's all right, the ground is dry."

Cheng Yan shook his head: "You guys go."

He closed the book full of ghost characters, sandwiched it between the high textbook, and said, "I'll sleep."

Guan Di and Zhang Teng looked at each other, not knowing what happened to him today, but they had no choice but to find someone else.

Only Zhao Yibai looked back at Cheng Yan, who was sleeping on his stomach, before he left, with doubts in his heart.

As soon as the few people left, someone came in. It was Chen Ziyi who came back to get something and asked, "Cheng Yan? Why didn't you go back to the dormitory?"

Cheng Yan answered the question: "Why did you come back?"

Chen Ziyi: "I forgot my phone."

After saying that, she turned on her phone, and Chen Ziyi said, "You want to go back to your bedroom. It's been hot here for so long."

"It's not hot." Cheng Yan said, resting half of his face in his arms.

"Then I'm leaving." Chen Ziyi left the classroom, and there was only Cheng Yan in the classroom at noon.

Can't sleep, it's a little hot, the air is stuffy, it just rained heavily, and the humid air still smells of rain.

The phone rang, and it was a message from my mother, asking him if he was feeling well.

Cheng Yan [no];

Mom [let you rest for a day before going, disobedient];

Cheng Yan laughed [Mom, today's test results are out, and I got 115 points in the math test. 】

It has been a long time since Cheng Yan took the initiative to talk to his mother about his grades. After he entered high school, it was gone. In the past, he was not afraid of being asked about his grades. Later, his grades were not good. Compared with myself, I have made a lot of progress.

Mom was as happy as he expected.

Mom [Really? Ouch, I will reward you with a big pig's hoof tonight, but unfortunately you won't come back. 】

Cheng Yan [Is this happy? ];

Mom's expression of "progress is worth being happy" followed by a thumbs up expression is really not stingy.

The current life is too boring, there is no expectation, Cheng Yan wants to find something to do for himself, he hopes to find something meaningful, he himself has no big dreams, but if he can do something, let the people around him Happy, it's an achievement.

Mom [Are you going back with your dad this week? Look at your milk. 】

Cheng Yan stood up straight, typed with both hands, and raised a little interest [Okay, I haven't seen my milk for a long time];

Mom [Then I'll tell your dad, pack up two pieces of clothes and go home on weekends, and I'll wash them for you. 】

Cheng Yan [I washed it myself];

Mom [Are you clean? ];

My mother is always like this. always feel that the clothes he washes are not clean, because he only drains the clothes once after washing, and there is no foam. The mother said that the clothes he washed smelled like washing powder.

Cheng Yan [Anyway, I wear it, not you];

Mom [Yes];

Cheng Yan smiled lightly at the screen. He was holding a water glass. He was the only one in the classroom at noon. Looking around like this, he really felt strange, although he occasionally hated this place that imprisoned his freedom.

Cheng Yan went to the water dispenser at the door to collect water.

He put the water glass down, but didn't catch much. The bucket was empty, and the water in the glass was enough for him to drink. Cheng Yan put the glass aside, picked up the bucket, and wanted to change the water.

He grabbed the strength point with both hands, and just picked up the bucket when a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the class, he was startled, the black figure pressed down and enveloped him, so the defenseless Cheng Yan's arm went soft, and he didn't The bucket he was holding hit the ground with a bang.

"Hey..." He groaned and shook his hand. He was not injured, but was pressed down.

Song Yu at the door was looking at him, he approached Cheng Yan, grabbed Cheng Yan's hand, and was about to check, Cheng Yan slammed his hand, took a few steps back, and opened the distance.

Song Yu suddenly appeared here without saying hello.

Cheng Yan looked at him, reached out and brought the water glass over.

Song Yu didn't rush close, but bent down and grabbed the bucket of water in his hand. Then, what Cheng Yan had not completed, he put the bucket on the water dispenser.

Cheng Yan quietly watched his movements, as if it was effortless at all. It was easy for boys to do these things, and he didn't feel that the bucket was heavy, let alone Song Yu's physique.

"Is something wrong?" Cheng Yan grabbed the water cup and glanced up and down at the person in front of him. There were only two people in the classroom, and every sound was clear.

Song Yu didn't respond to him, knocked on the bucket and said, "Do you still want to pick it up?"

Cheng Yan did not answer.

Song Yu's eyes fell on the cup in his hand, "It's not full."

Cheng Yan said away: "Enough."

Song Yu retracted her hands, put both hands in her pockets, and looked directly at Cheng Yan, "You didn't go to dinner at noon, did you?"

Why are you asking these?

Cheng Yan didn't want to answer.

Song Yu continued, "I didn't see you in the cafeteria."

Cheng Yan said, "How do you know that there are so many people that I'm not here?"

Song Yu said, "Your classmate said it."

Cheng Yan didn't know who it was, and he didn't want to inquire. He went back to his seat, put the water glass on the table, and he didn't take a sip when he called, so he didn't speak in his seat.

"Why don't you eat?" Song Yu didn't care about his alienation, but came over and said, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"I don't want to eat." Cheng Yan's voice was still cold.

"What if you don't eat?" Song Yu said, "You can't resist the afternoon training."

"I can resist," Cheng Yan said, "I can resist anything."

This sentence is very meaningful, at least it sounds like Song Yu, he looked down at Cheng Yan's desk, and asked after a long time, "Have you washed off the tattoo?"

Cheng Yan pulled out a book: "Not yet."

Song Yu asked, "Can I not wash it?"

Cheng Yan opened the textbook, he didn't want to read, just didn't want to stare at Song Yu, he said, "I think it's ugly."

I didn't feel ugly when got the tattoo, he was still babbling in pain, so he had to stick to the tattoo. At that time, when Song Yu was by his side, he couldn't help but make some noise to ask for concern, childish. very.

Song Yu knew what he would face today. He thought he was mentally prepared. It turned out that he was still very uncomfortable when he saw that he was cold, but could he blame him? He once wanted to push him away with his own hands, but more than once, no matter the reason, it hurt a solitary and persistent heart.

Song Yu didn't know what to say, but I didn't expect that when I was too short for words, please take it easy, these emotions can't be digested in a day, Song Yu said: "I'll buy you a meal."

"I won't eat it, no need."

"Eat a little, and work harder at night."

"Don't worry about it."

"Cheng Yan," Song Yu increased his voice, "I'm just having a meal, is it necessary?"

Cheng Yan closed the book, raised his head and smiled at him. He hated fake smiles the most, and now he has to do it. Cheng Yan said, "Deputy team, don't give me a sense of hospitality."

Song Yu stared at him sternly for a long time, Cheng Yan's cold gaze had been enough for Song Yu in the hospital. It is no exaggeration to say that Cheng Yan can mobilize his emotions, excited or vicious, either. , because he got used to his smiling face, now his targeted gaze is enough to hurt people.

He stepped forward, stood in front of Cheng Yan's desk, stretched out his hand, squeezed Cheng Yan's chin, and said in a stern tone, "I'm just trying to show you my hospitality."

He didn't want to do it at all, but he was too cold, forcing people to be a little anxious.

Cheng Yan stared at those cold pupils with no emotion at all.

Song Yu squeezed his flesh slightly, his hands fierce, but his language was full of requests and discussions: "Please cooperate with me, okay?"