After so many days of training, Le Zhishi was very happy to hear Song Yu's voice for the first time. He promised to only call for one minute, and the call time displayed when he hung up was twelve minutes and three seconds.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as he is separated from Song Yu, Le Zhishi will feel extremely anxious. He often cried because of this kind of thing when he was a child. When he was in kindergarten, he knew that Song Yu was going to school elsewhere, and crying was useless, but it was different as soon as he went to elementary school. Le Zhishi knew that Song Yu was on the fourth grade floor, but he couldn't find him casually. School-age children are not very good at following the rules, and Le Zhishi is late and often shed tears when he misses his brother.

Because Song Yu said that you should not cry outside, Le Zhishi, who had just started elementary school, often studied in class while crying silently, big, and his first-grade textbooks are still wrinkled.

When the teachers were in class, they occasionally looked up and saw Le Zhishi crying. He didn't dare to speak when he cried. He even folded his arms and placed them on the desk like other students, but his face was covered with water. Once, the head teacher saw that he was really pitiful, so he allowed him to go to the class and moved a small stool to the classroom of Class 4 (8) upstairs, sitting in the aisle next to Song Yu's seat.

He stopped crying and was very well-behaved in every class. The English teacher taught the fourth grade students to recite vocabulary, and Le Zhishi held his hands behind his back and followed suit.

But Song Yu went back to teach him a lesson in the evening.

"You are not allowed to come over again in the future. What's the point of crying? You are already a primary school student."

Le Zhishi felt aggrieved, "I cry because I miss you very much."

Song Yu had no choice but to hear it. He was only in the fourth grade and could not explain the profound truth. Moreover, he thought Le Zhishi could not listen to normal truths at all. He was just a decisive child.

"Then...If you miss me, you should concentrate on studying hard, and I am also studying hard."

"Then what..." Le Zhishi was puzzled.

"Then I will know that you are thinking about me because we are doing the same thing, do you understand?" Song Yu left his room and left the last sentence awkwardly, "You will affect me when you come over, so I will not receive the signal from you."

This set of rhetoric fooled Le Zhishi for at least one and a half years, and successfully developed the habit of attending classes independently.

This is true at the age of three and seven, so for Le Zhishi, expressing his longing is not an embarrassing thing, and he has done enough since he was a child.

Before hanging up Song Yu's phone, he repeated it again, missing him very much.

Song Yu did not respond, but after a few seconds of pause, he said that he would bring some special pastries from Beijing to Le Zhishi.

But he quickly changed his words and said that he might be allergic to allergies and couldn't take them, so he should forget it.

He rarely forgets Le Zhishi's allergies. This kind of mistake seems particularly low-level and panicky, but Le Zhishi didn't care and happily planned to take Song Yu home on the day of the training camp.

In the next two or three days, they would have a phone call every night, and most of them were within fifteen minutes. Xia Zhixu would joke about Song Yu before, but later he got used to it, not to mention that he was the one who could make a call to the early morning after squatting in the corridor. One day he came in very early, and Song Yu even joked that he had nothing to say today, but Xia Zhixu shrugged and said that Xu Qichen was asleep while he was playing.

I caught a glimpse of his cell phone on the bedside table. The phone had not been hung up yet. He was slight and came back from taking a shower. He picked up the phone and listened for a while, but he didn't say anything.

Song Yu woke up once in the middle of the night and felt a faint light in the room. He stood up and looked.

Xia Zhixu was sleeping very well, but his cell phone was still on the phone interface.

Song Yu originally wanted to take out this matter when they called to the evening, but when they came back that day, Xia Zhixu's cell phone was stolen. He hurriedly borrowed Song Yu's cell phone to call his parents and contacted Xu Qichen again.

But Xu Qichen did not answer the phone.

"He didn't save my contact information." Song Yu said, "Maybe he stopped answering when he saw a stranger."

Xia Zhixu logged on WeChat again and sent a lot of messages to Xu Qichen, but he did not get a reply at the moment. The next day, Xu Qichen replied, "I understand."

Without the phone number, contact became troublesome. Although Song Yu said he could use his phone, Xia Zhixu didn't want to bother him very much. Occasionally, he could not receive messages from Xu Qichen.

"I went back in a few days. If it really doesn't work, I'll sneak out to buy one tomorrow."

His plan was not realized, and the later training camp reached the highest pressure stage, and he couldn't go out and had no time to use his mobile phone. There were many simulation competitions in the camp, and everyone performed well. The teacher specially took the students out for a delicious meal, and for the first time, they could go back to the dormitory early to rest, which was absent from sleep.

Xia Zhixu bought two bottles of orange-flavored Arctic soda downstairs in the dormitory. It was a coincidence that when the two were about to go up, the dormitory building suddenly had power outage and the room was very boring. Everyone ran out. Song Yu and Xia Zhixu simply stayed outside and sat next to the flower bed downstairs.

It is difficult to see the stars in this city. Xia Zhixu looked up for a while, then lowered his head, "It's so fast, there are three days left."

Song Yu didn't say anything, took a sip of soda, and felt it was a bit too sweet.

"The college entrance examination is coming soon." Xia Zhixu hit his shoulder, "Are you nervous?"

Song Yu shook his head, "It's okay."

"Yes." Xia Zhixu stretched his legs and relaxed, "I don't think you are nervous about anything you do, you have always been at ease."

Song Yu glanced at him, "Aren't you?"

Xia Zhixu shook his head, "I pretended, most of the time." After saying that, he bent his right leg and hugged his arm, "Isn't it strange? I seem to be very active in everything, but in fact I am escaping reality every day. Sometimes I stand in the crowd, laugh and chat with others, but what I think is, I'm so tired and bored, I want to go home. But I still pretend because this will cause much less trouble."

Even if Xia Zhixu didn't say it, Song Yu felt this way.

He thought of something and hesitated whether to speak, watching the bubbles in the glass bottle break one after another.

"What should you do in the future if you are so afraid of trouble?"

Xia Zhixu turned his head and asked in confusion: "From the future?"

Song Yu stared at his eyes, "Don't pretend now."

"I've seen it." He added.

Xia Zhixu understood.

He buried his head in his knees, sighed a long time, and was silent for a while, putting the glass bottle in his hand next to the flower bed, "I just want to just pass by." He stared at the ground, "Don't you have that kind of time? When you do something you are particularly unsure of, you really want to keep it as it is."

This sentence was clearly said by Xia Zhixu, but Song Yu felt that it was revealed from his own heart.

Without getting Song Yu's answer, Xia Zhixu raised his head and sniffed, as if he was thinking of something else, and asked him with a smile, "Hey, did you go to Zhongshan Park when you were a child?"

"Nonsense." Song Yu said.

“Have you ever fed a pigeon?”

Song Yu stared at him speechlessly.

Xia Zhixu smiled and showed his tiger's teeth, "Have you been fed. When I was a child, I loved feeding pigeons. I bought a small bag of food, poured a little on the palm of my hand, and squatted there, and they would come over by themselves. You said they were afraid of people, but when they came over, they were very obedient and ate very happily. You said they were not afraid of people... As soon as I reached out and wanted to touch it, it flapped its wings and flew. And when it flew, it would never come back."

"I'm just in that mood now, do you understand?" Xia Zhixu asked with a smile.

Song Yu's hand was iced by soda, which was a little cold.

Of course he understood this mood, but it was different from Xia Zhixu's situation. His pigeons might always follow him and could not drive them away, but to avoid danger, he had to withdraw his hand and even drive him away.

After a moment of silence, Song Yu spoke, "Then are you going to keep it like this?"

"I don't know..." Xia Zhixu looked at the lights not far away, "Sometimes I imagine that we went to college together and chose the same public class. He watched me play basketball games, we participated in the same club, went to dinner together, and maybe we could rent a house together as roommates during internships. This way I felt very good."

Song Yu chuckled, "The requirements are really low."

Xia Zhixu shook his head mockingly, "The requirement corresponds to probability. The world is so big, and meeting someone you like very much is the same sex, and the other party likes you, is definitely a low-probability event."

What he said is not without reason. Song Yu subconsciously calculated his own probability, which may be even lower.

There is no such coincidence, and I dare not act like this in the movie.

"It's great to be friends, stay together every day." Xia Zhixu paused for a moment, and slapped his thighs with great open mind. "As for whether he will have a girlfriend in the future, as long as I don't imagine, there will be no one."

This kind of Ah Q spirit only made Xia Zhixu laugh, but Song Yu couldn't laugh.

A call came from the dormitory building, and the training teacher asked them all to go upstairs. Xia Zhixu stood up, stretched his waist wide, "Let's go."

"Um."

He thought, maybe it was because he had a good relationship with Song Yu, but he was not so common, or maybe it was because he was a boring person, so he could say these ridiculous words without any burden.

Just treat it as sharing the secret with the tree hole that does not respond.

Anyway, tree holes will not have their own secrets.

Song Yu also stood up. He did not have the habit of comforting people, and he knew that comforting was ineffective. But during his conversation with Xia Zhixu, he would always think of the scene of a rainy dinner from time to time, and Xu Qichen's red ears fell off.

The two people briefly touched their hands and then separated.

His mind was empty in an instant, as if there was an example question in front of him that was in the process of solving the problem, and he would soon get the answer. He was not a marker, but just a bystander, not knowing right or wrong, but wanted to refer to it.

In comparison, Xia Zhixu has the possibility of keeping that pigeon.

"You try it once."

Xia Zhixu was stunned. He didn't expect that the tree hole would actually respond, and it was like this.

Song Yu's tone was calm and confident, "Just try it after you go back this time, maybe the result is much better than you think."

He didn't know how to judge this question.

But he hoped that the answer was correct.

A month of high-pressure training finally ended, and the flight to return to school was scheduled to be noon. Xia Zhixu dragged Song Yu away from the training dormitory early in the morning, saying that he had something to buy, but in fact he was picking gifts.

They went to a very famous local bookstore, where Xia Zhixu picked up the books he had booked very early. Song Yu stood aside and listened, and then he realized that this book was difficult to buy. It was a limited selection of original English versions, with the original author's signature on it. It was because the author once signed at this bookstore and had cooperated to buy it.

"What are you buying? I'll go with you to read it." Xia Zhixu was in a particularly good mood when he got the book.

Song Yu shook his head and said that he didn't have to bring the gifts back. But Xia Zhixu didn't believe it, and he would pull him around. Finally, they found a place to make handmade notebooks at the back of the bookstore. Xia Zhixu went in and stopped leaving. He spent two hours to make a small inspiration book, and the leather outsourcing outside was sewn by him.

Song Yu made a sixteen-open painting book with a lead-gray leather cover. The boss said that he could carve the font or pattern by hand. Song Yu hesitated for a moment and finally drew a piece of triangular cheese with pores and carved it carefully.

Two people who are good-minded enough to do questions quickly became particularly clumsy when doing handicrafts and were not satisfied. Finally, they gathered to the airport and were almost late.

After sleeping, the plane landed and boarded the bus that he was taking when he left. Song Yu hated taking the plane and couldn't sleep well on it, so he continued to sleep as soon as he got in the car. The car was shaking and he was wearing headphones, and his senses were blurred.

The feeling of being close to homesickness gave birth to dreams. There was no specific picture in the dream, but you could vaguely hear the sound of Lezhishi passing through the radio waves, reposting questions that you would know and pretend not to be able to do. The girl in the back row opened the curtains of the car window, and the light was dazzling, and the dark dream was also revealed. Lezhishi stood in the light not far away, standing in place.

Song Yu walked towards him with a sketchbook that he might not have made in his life.

At least in the dream, he couldn't stop where he was.

As we were about to arrive at Jingjian Middle School, the surroundings suddenly became noisy and the music in our headphones could not be stopped. Song Yu frowned and heard Xia Zhixu's voice.

"Second 4? What's wrong with Second 4?"
To be continued...