tall rose

Chapter 28 XXVIII

The bowls, chopsticks and plates were put away one by one, Xia Zang knocked on the marble tabletop, and said to Yang Sheng, who was so full that he slumped on the booth, "Stay here and don't move."

"Well, I won't move." Yang Sheng hugged Fang Ruanzhen and nodded obediently.

After a while, I saw Xia Zang walking slowly with the thin brick in his arms. Yang Sheng straightened his body and peeked out. The light-colored cover shone with a soft light, which looked quite eye-catching.

"When you are old" was written in light gray cursive on the cover, and Yang Sheng realized, "Is it Yeats' poetry collection?"

"Yeah." Xia Zang sat down and stood up the book so that Yang Sheng could read it clearly, "The Chinese-English version was translated by Mr. Yu."

"Let me see." Yang Sheng became interested and wanted to reach for it, but Xia Zang took it back.

"I want to read it to you," Xia Zang said.

Yang Sheng was stunned, and said with a smile, "Okay."

At this time, the piano music became more and more soft, softly whispering like a lover's lips; the dim warm light diffused, sprinkled on the corners of Xia Zang's eyes and hair, he gently flattened the corners of the pages, and read slowly: "When you are ole and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, takedown this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look"

It is the English version of the original poem. Yang Sheng hugged the soft pillow in his arms tightly, and his heart beat faster unconsciously.

Just now he thought how nice it would be for Xia Zang to read English, but he heard this poem as if he had a heart-to-heart connection.

"Youreye shadow once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, Butone man loved the pilgrim soul you, And loved the sorrow of yourchanging face; Andpaced upon the mountains over-headAndhidhis face amid crowd of stars."

Although he didn't understand a sentence, Yang Sheng was still fascinated, and when the hoarse ending fell to his heart, he couldn't help sighing: "Brother, how did you translate the Chinese version of this poem?"

Heck, Yang Sheng paused when he heard the piano music, this question was so incomprehensible.

Xia Zang didn't blame him for anything, he just turned a few more pages and said, "I'll read it to you."

Oh, my brother is so nice.Yang Sheng couldn't help but feel a little petty about being spoiled, eh, being spoiled?

"But you are old, gray-haired, and drowsy,

Dozing by the fire, please take down this book and read slowly"

The window next to it carried the sound of the wind, but it was still autumn and could not bring the wind and snow.

The warm yellow light overhead looked like a fire, but without the crackling.

But Yang Sheng still thought of winter, the wind and snow outside the house, and the fire inside the house.

Xia Zang sat beside the fire with his collection of poems in his hands, his face and pages were burning crimson like fire.

He whispered softly in that hoarse voice:

"And dream of the gentleness of your beautiful eyes in the past, how deep the shadows are; dream of how many people love your elegant time, love your beauty, no matter fake or true, but there is one person who loves your pilgrimage heart,

I love the unstoppable sadness on your face;

And you stooped by the roaring hearth,

A little bewildered, whispering that love has flown,

And hovering over the peaks,

Hide your face among the constellations. "

Maybe Yang Sheng will get up in the poem and add a new firewood to the stove; he should sit next to Xia Zang and take on a warm shadow.

This kind of winter will not be difficult, even in old age, in the years when you are more afraid of the cold, there are still people by your side who can cuddle up to you.

It seems that he has gained some courage, amidst the wind and endless night.

When he thought that he could spend this winter with Xia Zang, he couldn't help but feel happy and disappointed.

Liking is a very greedy emotion, and under Xia Zang's infinite tolerance and even connivance to him, he quietly expanded his territory.

"Brother, you indulge me too much." Yang Sheng murmured.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Xia Zang closed the book, raised his eyes and smiled, "I just miss it for you. I used to read it by myself. It's so boring."

Alone...Yang Sheng swallowed his saliva and said, "As long as you read, I will keep listening."

"Look, you're still teasing me." Xia Zang said, the little fan's eyelashes trembling slightly.

The light of the fire reflected on his face, Yang Sheng stared at him from afar, and saw wrinkles crawling up the corners of his eyes, and his soft black hair was stained with frost and snow.

But Yang Sheng's heart was moved for no reason, because of this old age, because of this deep tenderness.

He sort of understands why "When You Are Old" is a love poem written by Yeats to his lover when he was young. It may mean that he made a vow rashly and impulsively when he was young, but it is more about the expectation of growing old at a glance.

What a beautiful wish.

When you are old, I still love you.

The fire was gradually extinguished, but the piano music was still melodious. Xia Zang handed Yang Sheng a collection of poems, "Do you still want to eat mille-feuille cake?"

"No." Yang Sheng stuck out his tongue, "Next time."

"The review will become more and more tense in the future, and I may not know when the next time will be." Xia Zang joked, "After passing this village, there will be no such shop."

"There is always time after the college entrance examination." Yang Sheng lowered his head and opened the collection of poems. At the beginning was the original poem "When You Are Old". The words at the end of each sentence are lightly outlined with a pencil, suggesting that this is a rhyme.

"Think so far," Xia Zang said.

"It's not too far away after more than 200 days." Yang Sheng said, gently twisting the corner of the book, "And after going to college, after graduating from college, ten or twenty years later..."

When you and I are old.

"That's far."

He raised his eyes to look at Xia Zang, but Xia Zang looked at the distant mountains outside the window, twinkling like stars and lights.

"I haven't thought about something so far away." After a long while, Xia Zang said quietly.

Yang Sheng knew that, after all, his college entrance examination volunteers were all based on himself.

"But time doesn't stand still. Today seems to be 240 days before the college entrance examination, and more than a month has passed since the two of us started renting together." Yang Sheng said, "It has been moving forward, and it has never stopped. "

"I never thought a month ago that there would be a situation like today." Xia Zang said.

"Is this not good?" Yang Sheng's heart tightened.

"It's because it's so good that I don't want it to slip away." Xia Zang finally looked at Yang Sheng with a serious and solemn tone, "I want to leave something behind."

But I really didn't keep anything.Xia Zang didn't say the rest, it was too disturbing.

"What do you want to keep?" Yang Sheng was able to guess the answer, and it was an answer that was ready to come out, but he wanted to listen to Xia Zang's words, so that his question seemed urgent and forced.

"Mylight." Xia Zang flipped the page lightly and deftly, "Okay, give me the book, it's time to pay the bill and go home."

So, it really is self-indulgent.

Yang Sheng smiled self-deprecatingly: "Brother, you put the books away, and I'll pay for it."

The mood of a young man is always so cloudy and uncertain. Every word, deed, frown and smile for his sweetheart can turn the sky into rain in an instant.

But the rain should not fall too blatantly, lest there will be umbrella-shaped melancholy mushrooms, which will be exposed in the eyes of others.

About two days later, Boss Lu sent Yang Sheng the key points of the parents' meeting. There were ten articles in a row, each with three or four hundred words, which can be described as a considerable paper.

Yang Sheng didn't have time to finish it, so he quickly replied: "Thank you."

In the nearly three-hour parent-teacher meeting, he was able to extract an article full of dry goods from the nonsense of old Lu Mantian. He deserves to be the man who will open a grilled fish chain store in the future!

But... "Well, Boss Lu, what is your relationship with Mr. Lu?"

Curiosity will always drive people to explore things that are out of their reach.

And Boss Lu replied straightforwardly: "Old friend."

Oh, that's no wonder.

Yang Sheng let go of his hanging heart, as long as he is not an enemy, his accidental collision can be regarded as allowing this pair of old friends to continue their relationship, which can be described as a great merit.

Lao Lu didn't gossip because Yang Sheng arrested Boss Lu to hold a parent-teacher meeting. According to Lao Lu, I have 180 hearts for your child, if you can calm down.

Well, I don’t want the latter one if I can.

The math score of this week's exam allowed Yang Sheng to walk out of the shadow of "rejection" (mistake), with a score of 141. Sister Yi was rarely satisfied with his score.

"Look, as long as you are careful, the result will definitely be different."

Haoyue took the opportunity to blackmail him for a cup of milk tea, and even brought Jiang Yanxu to join in the fun.

"They're all a bunch of bad friends." At noon, Yang Sheng stood in front of the bar of the milk tea shop at the gate of the school, flipping through the menu and complaining viciously.

Xia Zang didn't spare him, and said, "Can I have a drink?"

"Yes, yes." The elder brother said, how dare he not follow, Yang Sheng suppressed the sour emotions in his heart, and simply sprinkled a handful of seeds on it, and beautiful flowers bloomed.

But it turned out that Xia Zang paid for the four cups of milk tea without hesitation, and Yang Sheng tried to stop him but was mercilessly pinched in the face.

"This is a reward." Xia Zang said with a smile, "This time the math test was good."

"Hey, you achievementists." Yang Sheng muttered, perfectly explaining what it means to be cheap and good-looking.

However, Xia Zang still maintained a stable level of [-]. Yang Sheng rested his chin and watched him correct his mistakes with a red pen, as if he had seen the English [-] spell that he could not break.

"Brother, can I read your paper?" Yang Sheng asked.

"Well, wait a minute." Xia Zang put his head down to finish the last stroke, and quickly pushed the paper to the other side of the square table.

I really indulged him.

The boy's melancholy little thoughts welled up in his throat again, and Yang Sheng pressed his chin to relieve the sourness a lot, and then read the test papers with concentration.

It is a test center that overlaps with liberal arts mathematics, but it is indeed one or two grades more difficult than literary mathematics.

But as early as the second year of high school, after the new math class was completely over, Yang Sheng asked sister Yi to ask for science math papers to practice.

After mastering the knowledge and methods, it is not difficult to do the science papers, and he is more careful about the science and mathematics than writing the mathematics. There are several time-limited training scores for the science and mathematics that are higher than his writing.

So this has also become one of the important reasons why Sister Yi is angry with him. Before other people take the exam, her old man always "take it easy, don't be nervous, take as many exams as you can", but when she comes to him, she just says "be nervous and be serious." A little bit, the bottom line is 135, and there is no upper limit."

It's only 150, so Yang Sheng only dared to retort silently, not daring to say anything.

After reading Xia Zang's papers, Yang Sheng probably had some understanding of his question.

"Brother, if you don't think I'm good, there are a few questions I want to tell you about." Yang Sheng put down the paper and said carefully, for fear that he might offend Xia Zang by playing tricks in his class.

But Xia Zang was really good-tempered, so he let his liberal arts student teach him: "Please tell me."

The few questions that Xia Zang made mistakes happened to hit Yang Sheng's specialty, so he moved his chair and took the paper, sat next to Xia Zang, rolled up the human red pen and draft book, and began to explain boldly.

Xia Zang has always been serious, and after listening to it, he nodded, um, and gave a smooth answer when Yang Sheng paused to ask back.

"Not bad." Yang Sheng, who was on the topic, couldn't help but pat Xia Zang on the shoulder, and raised his teacher's airs, "Keep going, student Xia, I hope you can reach 130 points soon."

"Trouble, Mr. Yang." Xia Zang nodded to be taught, which made someone's vanity burst.

"Brother... what do you call me?" Yang Sheng, who is so beautiful, felt that he had to keep his feet on the ground, and asked worriedly.

"Teacher Yang." Xia Zang said as it should.

Okay, someone who is so beautiful is completely unable to come down.

"What are you silly for?" Seeing that Xia Zang's hand was moving towards his face again, Yang Sheng grabbed it.

"It suddenly occurred to me that you can teach me English." Yang Sheng bit his lip and smiled to cover it up.

"If you don't mind it, it's fine." Xia Zang thought for a moment, then nodded, "My English isn't very good either."

"Be more confident, student Xia." Yang Sheng shook Xia Zang's hand.

"Understood, Teacher Yang." Xia Zang followed suit, "Then from today, I will test your vocabulary."

Yang Sheng: The hand holding Xia Zang trembled slightly.

"Does it have to be so efficient!"

"There are still 238 days until the college entrance examination." Xia Zang said calmly, and the round clock on the wall also spoke for him, ticking to zero, "Oh, now there are only 237 days."

"But you said at twelve o'clock, you must go to bed."

"Just memorize it for a while, it's okay."

"Is there any reward for memorizing it?" Yang Sheng said pitifully. Although it was for his own good, he just had no motivation.

I want to sleep, I want to sleep with Xia Zang in my arms...

"Yes." Xia Zang agreed.

Yang Sheng regained his spirit immediately, "What what?"

"After the college entrance examination." Xia Zang put it off.

"Brother, you have learned badly." Yang Sheng said seriously.

"That's not what Teacher Yang taught well." Xia Zang said.

The author has something to say:

Xia Zang's capture progress: 35%

Yelling, come on, your brother still has 65% of the progress and the stone will bloom!

Yang Sheng: I'm afraid it hasn't blossomed yet, so I'll blow myself up into fireworks first.

Author: Don't worry, don't worry, your brother hasn't zoomed in yet.

Yang Sheng: ... Don't bother, I'm going to grow mushrooms.