Chapter 89

Song Yu accompanied Cheng Yan to go home on the weekend.

He hadn't come to Cheng Yan's house for a long time, and Cheng's mother had been thinking about people for a long time. Today, Song Yu came to Cheng's mother very happy, with a kind and warm smile on her face.

"Just in time, I just bought vegetables," Cheng Ma greeted: "I haven't come for so long, I thought you didn't want to deal with Cheng Yan."

"No way, no." Song Yu smiled and brought in the things he bought.

Cheng Ma said unexpectedly: "Why do you still take things?" For Cheng Ma, there is no need to make so many rules in the communication between children, adults have enough red tape, Song Yu and Cheng Yan are similar Age is a child to Cheng's mother, but Song Yu's behavior is too adult-like. Although Cheng's mother does not want to pay attention to him, she is still happy for Song Yu's maturity.

"I bought it casually on the road. I haven't seen you for so long. It's a shame to come empty-handed." Song Yu put the things on the open space next to the sofa. It was a box of famous wine and a box of yogurt. The wine was for Dad Cheng, yogurt. It was for Cheng Yan, and he took care of it from top to bottom.

Cheng Ma likes it so much that she doesn't know what to say. Song Yu is someone else's child, and she is also Cheng Ma's "dream lover". It has nothing to do with age. Everyone likes to pursue beautiful things. Cheng Ma looks at Song Yu like a boy looks at beautiful women. , Delicate appearance, sensible and polite people, very popular with elders.

If the girls in the school are Song Yu's "girlfriend fans", Cheng Ma is a mother's fan.

"Mom, soy sauce." Cheng Yan came back with soy sauce, still carrying a canvas bag. Early in the morning, he cooperated with his mother to entertain Song Yu and let him go shopping. Cheng Yan bought a bag full of seasonings. medicine, and some kitchen utensils that mom needs.

When he came in and saw Song Yu, he seemed to be in harmony with his mother, Cheng Yan smiled at him, walked to the kitchen, unpacked the things, and placed them in an orderly manner.

"Hurry up and say hello to Song Yu, take him to your room to play, I'll cook for you, and it'll be ready in a while." Cheng Ma picked up the apron, wrapped it around her waist, and stepped into the kitchen.

Cheng Yan said to him, "Let's go, Master Song."

The two came to Cheng Yan's room.

Cheng Yan's room was not big, but there were a lot of things. There were still open textbooks and exam papers on the table. The black pen rolled on the edge and was about to fall to the ground. Song Yu went over to pick up the pen and put it in the book. Inside, looking around the room he had been to, but gradually forgotten in his memory.

Haven't been here for too long.

"What to drink?" Cheng Yan listened to his mother's instructions and played the role of entertainer. "There are drinks and fruit tea, which my mother made, and fruit wine."

There are a lot of kinds. Cheng Ma likes to learn these things. When she finds a video of what to eat and drink on the Internet, she will buy something to come back and adjust it by herself.

"Try the fruit tea made by Auntie." Song Yu wasn't thirsty, but it didn't matter if she had a drink, she was idle anyway.

Cheng Yan went to pour him fruit tea. The juicer contained today's fresh drinks. He took a clean cup and filled it up and came in for Song Yu.

Song Yuzheng, who was sitting in front of his desk, looked down at the spread out textbook, "I have been working hard recently."

Cheng Yan put the cup on the table, and he would drink now without entertaining him, rather casually, "It's not hard work, just make up for what I should have done before."

Cheng Yan sat down and talked about the things in the textbook, and just thought of something, "By the way, I have a problem that I haven't solved yet, can you help me look at it? I can't find the answer online."

"Let's take a look." Song Yu picked up the paper, Cheng Yan pointed to him, and talked about the wrong topic that he pondered for half an hour.

"Is it wrong?" Song Yu picked up the pen and paper, and there was a book with ghosts and talismans next to him. He said, "Can this be used?"

"It's just scratch paper."

Song Yu spread out the book and asked the question of finding the trajectory equation: "Calculate it first."

He was calculating in the blank notebook.

Cheng Yan watched silently, the steps were the same, Song Yulie's equation was the same as his, but his answer was wrong, and there was no miscalculation in the middle, so he didn't know what went wrong. Cheng Yan watched intently. This was the first time he had seen Song Yu solve a problem. Some people liked to read it out incessantly, while Song Yu was very quiet. People say that silence can ensure rational thinking. This Cheng Yan is not sure. But silence makes the mind clearer, which is persuasive.

Song Yu's mind is very clear, and it is very fast to connect up and down. This is a fairly complicated topic. He is not flustered at all.

"Oh, this," Cheng Yan pointed to one of the steps, "I missed a step, I forgot about this."

Song Yu stopped his hand to solve the problem, and asked, "Understood?"

Cheng Yan nodded: "I see, I'll take care of the rest."

He took the scratch paper and put the complete formula in it. There were no omissions or missing. After complicated calculations, he came up with the correct answer.

"What about the question?" Cheng Ma stood at the door and looked at the two with a smile. Song Yu and Cheng Yan turned their heads, and Cheng Ma had already walked in.

"Cheng Yan has been doing pretty well recently. I know what to study. Song Yu, you have good grades and take him." Like other parents, Cheng Yu heard similar words the most, but he didn't hate it and nodded.

Cheng Ma pressed Cheng Yan's shoulder and reminded: "You promised me that I would be admitted to a famous school."

Cheng Yan was embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "Mom, don't dismantle me."

"Why did you dismantle you? It's a good thing to be admitted to a famous school. It's a matter of honoring the ancestors, what did your child say..."

It's not, it's a matter of honoring the ancestors and honoring the ancestors. haven't taken the exam yet, so mother brought out his words and said, Song Yu is still there, Cheng Yan is a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, let's learn. Mom is out. I'll call you to eat later." Cheng's mother walked out of Cheng Yan's bedroom with a smile, and closed the door thoughtfully, for fear of being disturbed by the sound of pots and pans. to two people.

After Cheng Ma left, Song Yu held his head and looked at Cheng Yan with great interest.

Cheng Yan picked up the book and wanted to pretend to continue solving the problem, but out of the corner of his eye he couldn't ignore the fiery gaze.

"You want to be admitted to a famous school?" Song Yu picked up on Cheng Ma's topic, which is a good topic, and he would be happy to know and talk deeply.

"No, I'm just talking to make her happy..."

"What's so embarrassing about? Your mother is right, this is a good thing, not a shameful thing," Song Yu asked, "Do you really want to go to a famous school? Which one?"

He didn't know which school Cheng Yan would choose, or which school he liked. He already had a goal, which was good for Song Yu, but not telling him made him unhappy.

Cheng Yan didn't hide anymore, and the topic started, so he continued, "Well, I haven't decided yet."

Song Yu looked at him with relief: "Why do you suddenly want to be admitted to a so-called prestigious school?"

After all, ordinary universities are different from famous schools, and the top Ivy League schools in China are well known. There are only a few of them. Cheng Yan has set his goals high. This is something Song Yugang knows.

"It's nothing," Cheng Yan said, "I just feel that I have never done anything serious, and I have nothing to repay my mother. I just want to get into a good school to make her happy, and... I talked to you last time. However, I also want to work hard, this time it's not for you, it's for myself, many people around me are going higher, and I don't want to keep standing still."

This is the truth. It may be that the sense of security that Song Yu has given him is gradually filling up. Cheng Yan no longer focuses on following him. Improving himself is the last word. Many students around him are working hard, but he can't. Live a life in the dark.

In the future social competition, he hopes that he has the ability to stand on his feet, not relying on anyone.

Realizing that I have grown up now, both physically and mentally, I should take on some future responsibilities.

"That's good," Song Yu looked at him admiringly, grabbed his wrist, and pressed it lightly, "but don't put too much pressure on yourself, now that you want to pass the exam well, what do you think about billiards? Woolen cloth?"

He just gave Cheng Yan a suggestion. Billiards is a shining point of Cheng Yan. Song Yu hoped that he could use his shining point, but it was a suggestion based on Cheng Yan's confusion. If he already has his own goals and wants, better that way.

"Go as far as you can," Cheng Yan said, "I never thought about developing billiards before, because I was just a hobby of billiards and didn't really want to become a professional, but now I want to try it. I also want to know what my level is and how far I can go on this road.”

"I'm afraid you're too tired, you might be a little tired mentally if you focus on two things..."

"It's okay," Cheng Yan said, "I really like this feeling now, it's quite fulfilling, sometimes I can't even think of you to the fullest. You're about to go to college and leave. It's good for me, I don't have that much. Thinking of you in my spare time, studying and playing football can fill my life without you, and it's very rich, isn't it?"

Song Yu recognized: "It is rich, but can you not be so cruel? Occasionally think that I will not die."

Cheng Yan smiled softly, laughing at him Song Yu, and began to like these boring things.

Song Yu observed in Cheng Yan's room and found something. He raised his finger and pointed to the basket on the wall, "That..."

"Well, you gave it to me." Cheng Yan said, "a birthday present."

It was a basketball. Song Yu gave it to him. It was because of this basketball that Cheng Yan began to set his goal on the school team. He thought that Song Yu gave him the basketball because he hoped that he would join the school team and take the same path as him. Always misunderstood.

Song Yu explained: "I don't know what to give you. It was not long before we met. This one has the star's signature on it. My dad gave it to me, and he asked someone to get it for me."

"Then you gave it to me?" Cheng Yan took the basketball down in the past, he has always cherished it, and he was not willing to use the ball given to him by Song Yu when he went out to play. It became a decoration in the basket, "Just now Not long ago."

That birthday was very embarrassing. As Song Yu said, Cheng Yan didn't call Song Yu not long after they met, because he didn't know if he would be willing to come. I was very embarrassed to meet Song Yu at school. I always thought of the embarrassing incident that happened when I met him for the first time. I didn't notify Song Yu about his birthday. Later, Song Yu didn't know where he learned that his birthday was over, so he sent him a replacement. Gift.

When receiving the gift, Cheng Yan's eyes were full of shame.

At that time, Song Yu said something that made him remember, "Is our relationship so bad?"

Song Yu also remembered the period when he first met Cheng Yan. With a soft smile on his face, he stared at Cheng Yan and said seriously, "Because you are worth it."

Cheng Yan raised his eyes and bumped into sincere pupils.

Song Yu seemed to be talking about his thoughts during that time, "I should have liked you long ago, otherwise how can I explain, I want to give you the basketball that is so important to me? The meaning of giving you basketball is that I hope you can Come and see more of my football games, I have never seen you before you took the initiative to appear in my sight, and you will be very eager to have a spectator like you, I feel incredible."

Song Yu, who has never paid attention to the reputation and image of the outside world, and Song Yu, who is naturally indifferent, actually yearns to have such an audience next to the arena where he performs well. This is probably because he likes the performance of others. I hope that person will remember his good side. , the excellent side, have a good impression of oneself, have a mind.

He did it and they all did it.

"Then... do you want to have a game with me?" Cheng Yan weighed the basketball in his hand. This precious gift will finally be used today. It is not a treasure that is high above and can only be seen from a distance. Falling to the ground, there is already a result.

Song Yu smiled and said, "Let's go."

When they came to the basketball court in the community, the group of children were there. When they found Song Yu, they rushed up to hug him. The little girl was like this, and the little boy was the same. They called Brother Song Yu kindly and enthusiastically. A pleasing sound.

Song Yu, who hadn't appeared for a long time, mingled with the children. He clearly came to play basketball with Cheng Yan, but he had to accompany the children for a while.

Later, it was difficult to start, and the children had to participate. Cheng Yan and Song Yu led a team respectively. Cheng Yan said confidently: "Let's be a little bit, we have girls here."

Girl: "No! I'm amazing!"

Song Yu pierced: "Is it because there are girls that I want you?"

"Come on, don't tell." Cheng Yan touched his nose, even if he was given a bunch of big men, he couldn't beat Song Yu.

The two were on the basketball court, and the children were the main force. They were only responsible for passing the ball. Song Yu was so upset that he only threw a ball. The children were his flatterers. After being behind, he had practiced on the school team. He returned a three-pointer to Song Yu. When there was no pressure, he made a fairly accurate shot. Cheng Yan was surprised that his hand was so good.

"It's not bad." Song Yu said.

"You didn't embarrass the school team, did you? Deputy team."

Song Yu smiled. It was sunny that day, and the figures running under the ball rack were enthusiastic. What was more pleasing than the singing of birds was the joyful cheers of the children scoring goals. In the end, whoever wins and who loses in the team is only the children's concern.

The two big friends who were the team leaders didn't care about the result, they just showed a comfortable smile to each other.

God has already given them the best results and gifts. Being able to meet each other, be able to like each other, and be able to stand side by side is already the first thing that no one dares to hope for.

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On the day Song Yu left, there was a lot of commotion in the south of the city. Some people exaggerated to the point of crying silently. Whether it was for Song Yu or for their unspoken intentions, no one could know. The corridors of the teaching building were crowded with people. People with countless halos are about to disappear from the campus in the south of the city, and I don't know when they will cultivate a second one. Song Yu is the splendid color of most people's youth. When people think of their school days in the future, a sassy and cold face will appear on the playground.

Cheng Yan was no exception. He stood in the corridor and looked at the figure that was gradually receding downstairs. At this time, he didn't know which girl was so daring. "

This sound was extremely loud, like an emotional explosion that had been suppressed for many years, and immediately attracted the attention of the office teacher, and there were cheers and cheers, and the campus in the south of the city was lively.

"Really brave." Someone commented.

Song Yu also turned around that day and responded to such a confession. It was probably the last touch of color he left in the south of the city. The sunset was beautiful, his figure was tall and tenacious, and his nice voice spread from the first floor to the fourth floor. to the higher sky.

"I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."

He said this sentence with a smile, he knows how big a storm this sentence will cause? But he said it, to the entire south of the city, to those who he didn't know, the responses he liked in obscurity, to everyone.

The commotion around was so loud and noisy, Cheng Yan was lying on the corridor at the door of the class, buried half of his face in his arms, the light of the sunset hit the end of his red eyes, unable to hide the sadness and shyness.

There is sadness in his eyes, but more is anticipation, he is looking forward to the next meeting with him, he is looking forward to a better reunion with him, he will stand at the same height, then stand on tiptoe and wrap his arms around his neck , and fell in love with him openly.

They have a farther appointment to go, this is just a short separation, they all know that there will be a better encounter next time, sadness is just a ray, longing and expectation fill the gradually mature psychology, while embracing each other, go for the better The self is the best lesson they learned in their youth.

The teacher is right, the thing to worry about is not puppy love, but immature puppy love. If we can make progress together with each other, we can make each other a better version of ourselves, and the worries from parents and teachers will also disappear.

Although romantics say that the person who truly loves you will love you no matter what, but liking a good person and turning him into one of the motivations to help yourself better is also courageous and worthy of encouragement thing.

Cheng Yan watched him leave, and his high-profile reply to the confession reverberated in his ears. He turned around and entered the door of the class. He walked to his seat. The open exercises, the books stacked high, and the messy scratch paper, There is also the black pen and ink rubbing against the hand, which is an indispensable tool for carving youth.

A short farewell, and then meet at the summit, we.