The day when I was bent by a bamboo horse

"elder brother."

"It's almost twelve o'clock, go to bed." Jing Xing's voice was a little hoarse.

Jing Xing sat there alone, his silhouette seemed inexplicably lonely.Su Baige watched him stand numbly for a while, Jing Xing didn't say anything else, and he didn't know what to say, so he went into the room and went to bed.

This time, Su Baige finally realized clearly that he couldn't do anything!

No matter why Jing Xing hugged him suddenly, he just didn't intend to throw his hands away to beat him, not because Jing Xing was his brother, but because he didn't know when Jing Xing's face in his heart became impeccable , because when Jing Xing hugged him, a fire sprang up on his body, it was more shock than anger...

Su Baige stared at the ceiling, his mind went blank, his ears listened to the movement at the door, and he remained motionless.He didn't know how long he stared at it, his eyes felt sore, but he didn't hear Jing Xingxing's intention to come over at all...

Just when Su Baige felt that he was going to stare to death, the phone suddenly buzzed, which startled him. He opened it and took a look and found that it was Jing Xing. He was so frightened that he almost forgot to breathe: "What happened at night?" ?”

Su Baige breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this sentence. To be honest, he was very scared, afraid that time would move forward, afraid that Jing Xing would talk to him, or something else, because his mind was in a mess right now, and he didn't know at all. what to do.

"I may have to be punished. I sent my classmate to the hospital just now."

"Because of what?"

Su Baige was silent for a long time, and replied with two words: "Girl."

The phone rang again soon: "One stone can trip over twice, but I'm so embarrassed that it looks like the sky is falling. Good luck."

It was still Su Baige's familiar tone, but for the first time, he didn't know how to reply. He looked at the phone for a long time, and suddenly heard footsteps outside, and his breathing stopped instantly.

However, Jing Xing just went to the toilet, and soon returned to the living room.

Staring at the faint light in the crack of the door, I don't know how long I stared at it...

Jing Xing hugged him, hugging him as hard as hugging a girl!

Su Baige's body was still trembling uncontrollably, his eyes were staring straight, he felt his whole body was surrounded by Jing Xing's unique aura, irritable...and nervous.

He didn't know how long it had passed, Su Baige listened carefully to the fact that there was no movement outside, and the light in the crack of the door hadn't disappeared, so he couldn't fall asleep anyway, and continued to stare at the dark ceiling in a daze, and began to wonder when Jing Xing would enter. house to sleep...

But Jing Xing didn't enter the house all night.

Su Baige felt dizzy when he got up in the morning, and almost fell to the ground lightly. The effect of the hangover was very obvious. He had a headache and wanted to die. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember when he fell asleep.Today is Wednesday, Su Baige has no class in the morning, he rubbed his heavy head and checked the time, it was past ten o'clock.The living room sounded very quiet, Jing Xing had six classes a day today, so he should have left long ago.

Su Baige went to the living room barefoot, breakfast, pies and soy milk were left alone on the table.There was also a box containing a watch, and Jing Xing left a note on the box: Happy birthday.

Su Baige's eye circles instantly became wet, thinking of Jing Xing saying that when he invited guests to give him gifts, an inexplicable sense of grievance welled up in his heart, and he became tangled up in a ball of numbness.He sat on the sofa and ate breakfast listlessly, turned on the TV and changed channels for a while, changed his clothes and went back to the dormitory.

There was no one in the dormitory, and Jiang Xiaoyu was supposed to be in class, so he climbed onto the bed and looked at his watch, playing with opening, closing, and opening the box... He really didn't want to go to class, and finally fell asleep again.

Su Baige had been groggy all day, not knowing what he was thinking, only Jiang Xiaoyu came back at night, seeing that his face was particularly ugly, he didn't say anything, and the two continued to sleep.

The next day Su Baige finally got up to go to class. Three of the four full classes a day were specialized classes, which were like listening to heavenly scriptures, and his head grew dizzy.On Friday morning, he slept late and managed to wake up a bit, but before the second class, the monitor informed him that the dean of the department would invite him to drink tea, so after lunch, Su Baige procrastinated and went to the department.

The dean of the department, surnamed Jiang, is an old man in his fifties. His hair is already gray, but his spirit is very good. No matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, he practices Tai Chi in a single suit every morning. No matter what time of day he looks energetic.

When Su Baige arrived, the dean of the department was writing. He looked around for a long time without getting a single look. He was really engrossed.It wasn't until the last stroke was drawn by him chicly that Su Baige finally couldn't help but blurted out a praise: "Okay."

Only then did Old Man Jiang glance at him coolly: "It's useless to flatter, Su Baige?"

"Yeah." Su Baige smiled, "It's not filming, just give me two words when I'm done, I'll take it back and describe it."

The head of the department's brush calligraphy is indeed good. It is said that the name of the school on the stone tablet at the entrance of the new campus is written by him. Of course, it is not for saving money or anything. Old man Jiang's good calligraphy has been written by the National Calligraphy Association. Still a nominal president.

Su Baige had heard of it before, but only remembered it when he saw him just now.

The head of the department laughed: "Describe?"

Su Baige smiled: "Give it away."

Su Baige's father, Su Zheng, was an upstart, so he didn't seem to know what to do with his son and daughter. He let them learn all about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and hired a bunch of teachers to not scare Su Baige to death when he was a child.Moreover, the two children were not raised together, Su Zheng's family and the aunt's family each had a group, and no one was delayed. Even Jing Xing admired Su Zheng for this.

Less than a month has passed since Su Baige's birthday was Su Zheng's [-]th birthday. Su Baige racked his brains for several days, but he still didn't know what to give his father. Seeing the dean's hand today was also a sudden inspiration. If he could draw it well, Su Zheng would surely die of joy.

"Trace my handwriting and give it away?" The head of the department looked at him like an idiot.

Su Baige had no choice but to briefly explain the whole story, and cupped his fists at the head of the department: "Just say good things according to the situation, and a teacher-student relationship is also fate, please, please."

The head of the department smiled and shook his head: "You can really think about it, write me two words first."

Su Baige was dumbfounded: "Write what?"

"Just your name."

Su Baige didn't understand which part the dean sang, so he had to change the paper to write his name. The dean silently watched him finish writing, and nodded: "Not bad, a bit spiritual."

Oh, are you afraid that you will embarrass him?

This is the agreement, Su Baige looked at the head of the department happily: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, my father will make good tea for you later."

The head of the department couldn't laugh or cry: "What should I write for you? Su Baige? The name is not bad."

"Don't." The smile on Su Baige's face froze, "He didn't choose my name, so just... Shoubi Nanshan? Or just a name for Shou."

The head of the department glanced at him, didn't say much, and wrote the word "Shou" with a pen.

"Thank you, Teacher Jiang." Su Baige held the calligraphy in both hands, thinking that it was actually written by the president of the Calligraphy Association, so he had the urge to frame it and hang it on the bedside.

"Hey? Mr. Jiang, why did you call me here?"