No.70 days

The winter of 2008 came. Occasionally, Shao Wu would be a little overwhelmed—why was he in his third year of high school?He always felt that the division of arts and sciences was just a recent event. That night when he went to the Internet cafe to play songs on the MP3, he noticed Yang Shuyi's forearm for the first time. It was also not long ago.

As the New Year approached, the sports students were busy going to other places for competitions and training, while the art students all started training, some went to Chongqing, some went to Chengdu, and a few went to Beijing.There are a lot fewer people in the class. Looking at it from the sea, the incandescent lights are shining white, and it feels a bit empty.

Yang Shuyi was still sitting in the corner. Half a year later, it seemed that everyone had gradually forgotten about the earthquake.At first, the TV station came to the school to find Yang Shuyi, saying that a local program wanted to interview him, after all, he was a little hero who directly participated in the earthquake relief work.Yang Shuyi shook his head and refused, "No, I have to go to class." Later, the program director came to the school to look for it again, and was stopped by the old class directly.After that, there was no media contact.Yang Shuyi also returned to his inconspicuous appearance in the class, and even his words were less than before.Only when the class meeting is held after the monthly exam is over, and the old class announces the list of students with improved rankings on the screen, will everyone find out, oh, this time there is Yang Shuyi again.

Of course, after all, he came here indiscriminately before, and Yang Shuyi's foundation is still a bit weak.Although he has an easy-to-use brain and quick reflexes, it is not an easy task to pay back the debts he owed before.Yang Shuyi never dozed off in class, let alone lost his mind or read idle books. There were several times when Shao Wu wanted to chat with him during the break, but he was racing against time to catch up on sleep.

Shao Wu asked Yang Shuyi: "What time do you go to bed at night?"

Yang Qiang's voice was a little hoarse: "01:30."

"You are like this...be careful to spoil your body."

"No way, I have to tutor Longlong," Yang Shuyi said, "She will be promoted to junior high next year."

In fact, 01:30 is not too late. The representative of the Chinese class in their class once revealed that he did not go to bed until after 06:30 in the morning. The time between classes—barely enough, can make up six hours.At this time, everything everyone was doing was for the college entrance examination. Zheng Xiaoning had quit the Peiyou class. Although she was reluctant to part with Teacher Zhang Han's class, she said that she was really not good at mathematics.There was also a thin and tall girl in the class who turned into an art student. She had always had poor grades and lacked interest in studying. When she was in her third year of high school, she switched to studying broadcasting and hosting.

There are only four students left in the liberal arts self-recruitment training class, Shao Wu, Han Huiyuan, and two girls. On a Wednesday in December, after class in the Peiyou class, and returning to the classroom to pick up schoolbags, the four of Shao Wu and the others were stunned: there were five or six students in the class, and they did not leave after evening self-study.

Among them was Yang Shuyi.

"Aren't you going back?" Shao Wu walked to Yang Shuyi's side, and saw the answer to the history quiz on his desk, holding the history test paper in his hand.

"There is no one at home today, so don't worry."

"Huh? What about my mother-in-law?"

"My aunt's birthday, they took Longlong to stay there for two days."

"...Then how do you eat?"

"I do it myself."

"Oh, all right."

Yang Shuyi put down the test paper, looked up at Shao Wu: "Let's go."

The two walked out of the classroom together with their schoolbags on their backs.This winter was exceptionally cold. Many places in the south fell into cold waves and snowstorms. Yongchuan had a lot of rain, sometimes sleet, and it was bitterly cold.Shao Wu no longer rides a bicycle, but takes a bus to go home instead, but he has to change buses once.

"It's so cold," Shao Wu sniffed, "The weather forecast says that it will snow tomorrow, and it may be below zero."

Yang Shuyi stopped in his tracks: "It may be below zero now," he pointed to the river beside him, "Look."

Shao Wu propped himself up against the cold railing, only to realize that the river had frozen over.

This seemed to be the first time he saw the river in front of the school freeze.The ice is thin, sparkling in some places, it's water—I don't know if it hasn't frozen or it's frozen and melted.The bright yellow street lamps reflected on the ice surface, reflecting a motionless light without fluctuations in water ripples, so the light looked extraordinarily cold.Shao Wu was distracted for a while, and then he remembered that he hadn't left school with Yang Shuyi for a long time.Except for the one-three-five training class, at other times, there are always various things: helping sister Shan to score points, discussing the finale math problem with Han Huiyuan, or Yang Shuyi rushing home to help Longlong with homework, The little girl needs to go to bed early... In short, it is the third year of high school, and everyone is busy in their own way.

Last week, maybe last week, Shao Wu did his homework until one o'clock in the evening, and there was still a derivative question on the Jiangsu college entrance examination paper that he hadn't solved, and he couldn't understand the answer, so his mother sent him to sleep.When I woke up the next morning, I was still thinking about this derivative problem. When I entered the classroom, I discussed it with Han Huiyuan, calculating while talking, almost arguing.It wasn't until Old Man Chen gave this question in the third class in the morning that Shao Wu finally figured it out.At that moment, he felt relieved, a big stone in his heart was let go, and then he suddenly realized that he hadn't thought about Yang Shuyi all night and this morning!What a surprise.Could it be that studying with him is more important than Yang Shuyi?Shao Wu was almost moved by his learning spirit.

But at the moment, facing a river of thin ice, Shao Wu's heartbeat started to speed up again, and Yang Shuyi was beside him.

It had been a long time since he and Yang Shuyi hadn't been alone together like now.

"I……"

Yang Shuyi spoke suddenly, his voice seemed a little tired.

"Ok?"

"I want to smoke, can I?"

"You, when did you start smoking?" At least, Shao Wu had never seen him smoking before.

Yang Shuyi silently lowered his eyelashes and did not answer.He took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his black down jacket, which was white.

Shao Wu stared blankly at him lighting the cigarette, holding it between his lips, the gray-blue smoke permeated in front of the two of them, and the smell was a bit choking.In the dark night, Shao Wu stuck out the tip of his tongue soundlessly and licked it in the cold air.

Unfortunately, he didn't taste anything from Yang Shuyi's smoke.