tall rose

Chapter 8 VIII

Yang Sheng felt that his adaptability was quite strong, and he was able to fall asleep in bed these few days and turn off Xia Zang's mobile phone alarm clock with his eyes closed.

I don't recognize the bed anymore.

It may be because the intensity of learning is slowly coming up, or it may be because the song Xia Zang Qing sang has too much stamina.

He fell asleep the past two days with the tune still playing in his ears.

In fact, I also thought about telling Xia Zang about what happened in junior high school.

But to him, that memory was already vague; he couldn't say, brother, I heard you sing this song in a dream before.

It's pretty neurotic.

His current schedule is the same as that of Xia Zang. He sleeps lightly for half an hour in the afternoon and sleeps at 06 o'clock in the evening from 30:[-] in the morning.

Eat three meals together, go to and from school together, except for the necessary class time, it can be said that they are inseparable.

"Sheng'er, something is wrong with you recently! You don't even have dinner with me anymore!" During another evening self-study class, Jiang Yanxu pulled Yang Sheng out to blow the evening breeze, and incidentally complained Yang Sheng's recent treatment of him. left out.

"Oh, I'm with my brother." Yang Sheng yawned and said absently.

This sentence made Jiang Yanxu even more angry, "You didn't tell me that you still have a brother! You don't love me anymore!"

"Stop it, I never thought about you that way." Yang Sheng gestured to stop, his eyes still distracted, "Don't make noise, I'll stand up for a while to wake up."

"Recently, you've always been sleepy, and you were called by Lao Wang today." Jiang Yanxu said, "You don't have to work so hard."

"No, go to bed at 06 o'clock every day, start at 30:[-], fight with a shovel (chuan)." Yang Sheng rested his arms on the low wall, and said casually, "Just work and rest normally."

"I went to bed at eleven o'clock." Jiang Yanxu swallowed weakly, "and then woke up at seven o'clock."

"That's because you're abnormal." Yang Sheng gave him a blank look.

Going to bed at twelve o'clock is really early for Yang Sheng. He even set a record of staying up until three o'clock in the morning reading novels in his freshman year of high school. Twelve o'clock is not a big deal at all.

But the sleepiness was really sleepy. I asked Haoyue to borrow Fengyoujing to wipe his temples, but it didn't work. In addition, Old Wang had his own hypnotic buff, so he summoned Mr. Zhougong here as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yang Sheng didn't have any problem with being named and punished to stand, he was only worried about his dozing off.

The countdown on the whiteboard changed to "275", and the red ink was bolded, looking like a beating electrocardiogram.

You can't doze off, it's like you don't need money to turn over the days.

"I can't help it, you are the one who must pass the exam." Jiang Yanxu shook his head and pulled him back to reality, "For me, it's fine to pass the undergraduate exam, anyway, my parents know that I have a mediocre background. "

"If your foundation is so-so, then you have to work harder." Yang Sheng smiled.

"Then you might as well kill me with one knife." Jiang Yanxu's face was full of grief and indignation, "But, Sheng'er, where do you want to take the exam?"

"Go south." Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes.

And Jiang Yanxu said in a daze: "Isn't our place the south? So south of the Qinhe Huailing line."

"It's south of the Huaihe River line in the Qinling Mountains." Yang Sheng corrected with a sigh. Fortunately, Lao Lu is not here at the moment, otherwise he would definitely have high blood pressure. "I want to go to a place further south than ours, and Linhai is the best."

"Why?" Jiang Yanxu broke the casserole and asked.

"Winter is warm." Yang Sheng said.

"If you want to sleep, go to bed." Xia Zang reached out and tapped the sleepy Yang Sheng on the forehead.

"Ah, Brother Liu, I didn't sleep, I was just distracted!" Yang Sheng suddenly raised his head, almost jumping up from the low stool.

"Who is Brother Liu?" Xia Zang was confused.

When the man sat still in a daze, he rubbed his eyes and smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, brother, I took you as my English teacher."

"If she sees any of us fishing in class, she will click on our foreheads."

"Oh, English teachers are all the same in the world." Xia Zang nodded, "I also learned from my English teacher."

Yang Sheng seemed to be more energetic, and moved forward with his hands supporting the low stool, "I still have to go to bed at twelve o'clock, and my schedule can't be messed up."

As he said, Yang Shengzhen kept his eyes wide open until twelve o'clock, and Xia Zang caught a glimpse of the crooked handwriting on the draft paper in front of him.

The good thing about being too sleepy is that Xia Zang doesn't have to continue singing lullabies and telling bedtime stories.

It just looks and feels... still not sleeping well.

Frowning and gritted his teeth, he grabbed the corner of the quilt, Xia Zang called him twice.

No response, fell asleep.

Xia Zang didn't need to worry about this at first, but Yang Sheng himself said it was all right.

But thinking that the little hamster is trying to adapt to his own routine, Xia Zang still feels a little guilty.

Turn off the light, get into the quilt and lie beside Yang Sheng.

Within an arm's length, Xia Zang easily hugged him halfway into his arms.

My heart beat fast and slow, I don't know what kind of dream I had.

Xia Zang hummed "Water Tune Getou" softly, the smell of lavender shower gel lingered in the darkness, tactfully in tune with the tune.

Probably when he hummed it for the fifth time, Xia Zang fell asleep.

Yang Sheng breathed slowly, and put his hand around his waist.

It was a bizarre dream.

Yang Sheng saw blood-red flowers blooming in the endless white light, and a bullet popped out of his ear.

Bursting, eardrum bursting pain, transmitted by nerves to the brain.

The confusion made it impossible for him to think, not knowing where he was, a dream or an illusion.

Or...reality?

That tune sounded at this time, "Water Tune Getou".

Xia Zang's voice overlapped with that of a few years ago.

Yang Sheng opened his eyes and realized that this was a dream and not reality.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Xia Zang turned his head and glanced at him, the shirt with the open collar revealing the cold white skin inside.

Yang Sheng lowered his eyes and said, "I've had enough sleep."

Xia Zang turned back and continued to button his buttons, "But today is Saturday."

"We have classes on Saturday." Yang Sheng said, the phone rang at the right time, "You even set the alarm clock."

"I can't fool you." Xia Zang fastened the button, leaned forward to find out the cell phone under the pillow, and turned off the cheerful alarm.

"Brother." Yang Sheng moved himself towards Xia Zang, "What are you..."

I wanted to say, why did you become bad, but Xia Zang has always been like this.

He can tell funny stories, and he can be cold with straightforward words.

But in the end he is a gentle and considerate person.

"What's wrong with me?" Xia Zang asked.

"I want to hug you." Yang Sheng simply skipped the conversation and smiled slyly.

Xia Zang shrugged his shoulders, but he didn't care, "Hug it."

There is really no one to tell the door.

Yang Sheng resisted the urge to slap him, and leaned forward cowardly.

He hugged Xia Zang's back from behind, thought for a while and buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder.

"Thank you brother." Yang Sheng said.

Probably for the care of the past few days.

Or vaguely a few years ago.

"No class tonight, go down the mountain to have a good meal?" Xia Zang, who had been hugged for half a minute, finally couldn't bear it.

"Well, okay." The little hamster withdrew his arm embarrassingly, and replied, "It makes us feel like we are cultivating immortals on the mountain."

"It's almost the same as cultivating immortals. In June, it experienced a thunder disaster." Xia Zang stood up, patted the folds on his clothes, and when he turned around, Yang Sheng was still hugging the quilt in a daze.

"Get up." Xia Zang said.

The author has something to say:

The plot is quite slow, I hope it can be serialized until June of this year.

Write a full year of high school.

Teach everyone to talk about the Sichuan-Chongqing dialect: When you spell chuan, you don’t spell it at all or don’t spell it at all. chuanchuan means negative, and it’s a bit swearing.To extend it, eat a chuanchuan.

In Mandarin, it's probably a fart.

In addition, I recommend everyone to search for the Sichuan dialect version of "Cat and Mouse". You can use the lines in it as a textbook for Sichuan dialect. Ask what the hell the Sichuan dialect version is.