No.70 days

On the opening day of the Olympic Games on August [-], Yang Shuyi invited Shao Wu to dinner.At that time, the gauze on his hands had been removed, his fingers were like new, and the fingertips were red, because the newly grown flesh was indeed red.This time, the meal was not at the Malatang shop next to his house, but at a restaurant that had just opened. For the two of them, Yang Shuyi ordered four dishes: fish with pickled cabbage, steamed pork ribs with rice flour, stir-fried red sweet potato tip, cold and mixed ear root, Plus a pot of white fungus pear soup.He solemnly said to Shao Wu: "Thank you for this time."

In less than three months, he seems to have grown a lot taller, and his voice has also changed, becoming deeper and gentler, but he no longer calls Shao Wu a "good student" jokingly like before.

Shao Wu shook his head: "Don't be polite with me."

Yang Shuyi said: "Eat quickly."

The restaurant is newly opened, and the dishes are large and delicious, but they are not cheap.Shao Wu knew that Yang Shuyi got a lot of money: Uncle Wang gave 3; Yang Long’s transportation company gave [-]; after news reports, everyone in Yongchuan knew that the father of a student in No. [-] Middle School unfortunately died in the Wenchuan Earthquake , The student went to the disaster area alone to look for his father, but he couldn't find him, and he participated in the earthquake relief work, so the county government sent people to Yang Shuyi's home to express condolences and sent [-] yuan.

With his father gone and Aunt Xiaojuan gone, Yang Shuyi had an extra 8 yuan in his hand.

Shao Wu didn't dare to ask him about his next plan.

Halfway through the meal, Yang Shuyi said, "I will go to college."

Shao Wu paused, wanting to ask because this is your father's wish?But he didn't dare, he struggled for a few seconds, and just nodded: "Oh...OK."

Yang Shuyi lowered his eyes, calmly: "Longlong is going to be in the sixth grade when she starts school. She will start high school after I graduate from university. At that time, I can earn money to support her in college."

Shao Wu thought for a while, and asked carefully: "Aunt Xiaojuan...does she have any relatives in Yingxiu?" He thought, if there are relatives, then maybe Yang Shuyi's pressure can be reduced.

"I don't know," Yang Shuyi looked at Shao Wu with no expression on his face, "It's completely ruined there, even if there is, it's hard to find."

Shao Wu suddenly felt that he had asked a stupid question.

But he has never been to the disaster area, and even though he watches TV with his parents and weeps every day, he still can’t imagine how it was destroyed... The program said that many journalists must receive psychological counseling after leaving the disaster area, otherwise they would not be able to return to the disaster area. state of normal life.He also said that in the disaster area, the nurses treated the injured during the day and hugged each other and cried bitterly at night.

But Yang Shuyi—Shao ​​Wu looked at Yang Shuyi—he didn't seem to have any psychological problems, nor did he cry bitterly. He came back, took Longlong and his parents-in-law home, and took care of the funeral for his father and Aunt Xiaojuan. Invite Shao Wu to dinner to express his gratitude, everything is so orderly, as if he is a robot executing the program.The only accident was that Uncle Wang shed tears when he gave money, but soon, the tears stopped.

"I see..." Shao Wu said softly, "If you need my help at home, just tell me. If you have any questions that you don't know, you can also ask me."

Yang Shuyi smiled at Shao Wu, and said, "Thank you."

Shao Wu really wanted to reach out and touch his face.

On August 20th, Yongchuan No. 2009 Middle School started school - it was supposed to start on September 291st, but each senior year was ten days earlier, which is the school's practice.They finally moved into the independent third-year teaching building. In front of the teaching building stood a countdown sign for the college entrance examination, "[-] days before the [-] college entrance examination".

It rained early in the morning when we moved into the third floor, and the weather was extremely hot, and even the sound of cicadas dragged on, making us look weak.The students carried their schoolbags and boxes, trying their best to transport the heavy books to the new classroom.Shao Wu brought the trolley case from home, and transported his own luck.Even so, I ran three times and sweated profusely, and the T-shirt was stuck to my body.

The classroom was in a mess, some people were chatting, some were catching up on summer homework, and some were standing under the air conditioner blowing air-conditioning, Shao Wu heard Zhou Lei ask Han Huiyuan: "Should we sit at the same table this semester?"

Han Huiyuan's voice was very low: "I don't know, the old class seems to be changing seats."

Zhou Lei nodded, and his voice became very small: "Ah, that's fine."

All the students were very tacit and never mentioned the Wenchuan Earthquake—even the word "change seat" was sneaky. They all remembered the quarrel between Yang Shuyi's father and the old class.

Before the seating chart was posted, everyone was not in a hurry to tidy up their things. They just left their schoolbags or boxes randomly on the window sills or in the corners.Several students on duty were sweeping the floor, and several others were mopping the floor and cleaning the glass. The classroom was chaotic and noisy.

Shao Wu asked Yang Shuyi: "Why don't we go to the playground?"

"No," Yang Shuyi dragged a table nearby, "I have to tidy up."

He dragged the desk to the back of the classroom, still near the trash can.Then he said to Shao Wu, "I took out the book."

Shao Wu murmured: "You...don't worry...the seats may be changed this semester."

Yang Shuyi squatted down and opened the zipper of the trolley case: "You guys adjust, I'll just sit there." He neatly took out textbooks and exercise books and placed them neatly on the table.

A few minutes later, the old class walked into the classroom, holding a piece of A4 paper in his hand, and he stuck the paper on the wall next to the podium with transparent glue: "Everyone, take a look at the seating chart—" Before he finished speaking, his His eyes suddenly fixed on Yang Shuyi at the back of the classroom.

It was a very delicate moment, and everyone fell silent.

"Everyone," as if to emphasize something, Old Ban paused, "Come and see, the new semester has begun, and your seats... have been adjusted."

The students rushed forward, Yang Shuyi sat on the seat without moving.

There was a math paper spread out on his desk, and he was working on it, as if he was so absorbed that he didn't hear anything.

Shao Wu also squeezed over and saw that on the new seating chart, Yang Shuyi's deskmate was Wang Qin, the political class representative of his class.Everyone was pulling tables to adjust seats, Zhou Lei grinned and said, "Squad leader, we are still at the same table!"

Wang Qin is also pulling the table.

Shao Wu looked at the unmoving Yang Shuyi, and his heart tightened again.

After more than ten minutes, the seats were adjusted, but the one next to Wang Qin was empty.