Chapter 77 Chapter 20 Xie Qingyu touched the furry head, ...
Xie Qingyu stroked the furry head, his eyes serious and solemn: "Don't worry, I won't run around tomorrow."
"By then, it might be you who wants me to go out." Xie Qingyu seemed to suddenly think of something and said something without any context.
Song Boyuan was relieved by Xie Qingyu's answer. "That's good. What did you say next? I'm sorry I didn't hear it clearly."
"I didn't say anything. You don't need to listen carefully. You will know later." Xie Qingyu took Song Boyuan's hand and walked home hand in hand.
On the way back, Xie Qingyu was the one leading the way, and he seemed to be saying that he was not lost today and he could walk home.
Xie Qingyu pointed to the familiar gate of his home and said, "How is it? Believe me, I didn't get lost this time!"
"Um."
The hand that had been tightly held all the way was finally released with relief, and of course my face turned red at the same time.
The young man's eyebrows were so curved that for a moment the autumn sunlight was as dazzling as his smile. At this moment, a cool breeze blew past, blowing away the strands of hair between the young man's eyebrows.
It was as if time was suddenly stretched out, the surrounding sounds blurred into background music, but the heartbeat was like a drumbeat roaring on the eardrum. Song Boyuan was fascinated, his throat rolled up and down unconsciously, his breathing suddenly choked, and he suddenly loosened his hand, and for a moment he forgot to take it back.
He suddenly took the young man's hand again, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, following the young man's. In an instant, the two of them seemed to be drawn into a whirlpool at the same time, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the young man. Even blinking became a luxury.
His gaze, which was in a stalemate, met a pair of affectionate eyes. He chuckled and when he wanted to speak, he removed the remaining warmth from his palm and felt the warmth again.
"How is it not enough?" Xie Qingyu pointed to the moon that suddenly appeared in the sky, "The sun is gone."
"Then... let's go home!"
"good."
*
"Qingyu, can I finish making our clothes first before we start?"
"But this is very important. Every minute and every second should be cherished."
Under the dim candlelight, the two people sitting on the bench were trying to convince each other.
"The clothes are almost done and will be finished tonight. I'll start tomorrow night!" He looked at her expectantly, his hands never stopping.
Seeing Song Boyuan like this, how could Xie Qingyu bear to refuse? Moreover, the clothes were for him: "Okay, I'll help you make a plan tonight."
Thinking about how since the news of the college entrance examination spread across the country, thousands and thousands of students have been studying day and night in just one day.
Xie Qingyu knew that this college entrance examination would not be too difficult, but it would not be too easy either, especially for Song Boyuan who had not studied for a long time.
Especially since his foundation is still weak, he will need to spend even more time.
But the opportunity has to be seized.
Xie Qingyu had not experienced this college entrance examination and had no idea what level he would score. He could only flip through the existing books, organize them into categories, and then list the important content categories one by one in the notebook.
There is not enough time to study too deeply, but you still have to understand the content involved. The scope is so wide that Xie Qingyu needs to plan carefully the time required for each part.
Only by setting a time will you have a sense of urgency. With a sense of urgency, your learning efficiency will be much faster.
The candle flame flickered again and again, and the bright candlelight and the darkness outside the window formed an increasingly sharp contrast.
"Finally done." Holding several pages of plans in his hands, Xie Qingyu finally straightened up his body which had been bent over the desk.
After a long period of not moving, the moment you raise your hand, you will hear a "click" sound.
The sound was too crisp, and Xie Qingyu felt numb. He was so fragile that he felt his bones were falling apart in just a short time.
"Great!" Song Boyuan was originally praising, but when he heard the sound, his happy expression immediately fell flat, and worry surged up. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your shoulder?"
"Crack, crack, crack" Xie Qingyu turned his arms several times, and when the sound completely stopped, he felt much more comfortable.
"Are you really okay?"
Song Boyuan came behind Xie Qingyu and gently massaged his back to help the young man relieve his fatigue.
Xie Qingyu put down the notebook in his hand and put one hand on Song Boyuan's hand who was massaging him: "It's okay, it's just that I was doing the same thing for too long and my bones are stiff."
"It's done, go to bed! It's late."
Xie Qingyu turned her head and glanced out the window, then glanced at Song Boyuan: "It's getting really dark. Is Boyuan's clothes ready?"
"It's almost done. The Qingyu piece is just a little bit short of being finished." Song Boyuan picked up the two pieces of clothing. Except for the size, the styles were exactly the same.
The dress was not too long, but was decorated with some tassels. The white dress itself was mixed with silver threads, and it shone brightly under the candlelight, which was extremely dazzling.
"Boyuan did a great job." Xie Qingyu praised from the bottom of his heart.
"I'm glad you like it. Once I put on the small items, this dress will look even better."
"It looks very good now. Are those small items easy to find? If they are not, you don't have to use them. It looks very good now. I like it very much." Xie Qingyu took his piece and examined it carefully.
"It's not hard to find, but I may have to go to the back mountain."
"We are going to the back mountain, isn't that dangerous?" Xie Qingyu thought of the previous crisis and raised his voice.
"It's okay. We won't have to travel that far to find what we're looking for this time. After we find it, I'll feel at ease if you wear this clothes this winter." Song Boyuan said with a determined tone.
Xie Qingyu found that he couldn't persuade her: "Then when you go, you must take me with you."
"Okay. Go to bed. You can't sleep in tomorrow."
Xie Qingyu was held by Song Boyuan. Before turning off the lights, she took a last look at the clothes spread on the table and thought of what Song Boyuan might be looking for in the back mountain.
In the winter mountains, the answer is obvious.
*
If you go to bed too late and don’t get enough sleep, getting up early will be torture.
Fortunately, Song Boyuan was there to help him, otherwise Xie Qingyu couldn't even imagine how painful it would be.
It’s better to go to bed early and get up early in the future.
After a day's work, the two sat together again under a candlelight.
During the day, the children chattered with countless questions, even asking about the fact that he ran to sit on the bridge on the weekend.
When I was teaching my older friend Song Boyuan in the evening, I didn't expect the atmosphere between the two of us to be so quiet.
"Do you understand?" Xie Qingyu saw that Song Boyuan had been following what he taught without any feedback. He was not sure whether he understood it or not, so he asked.
"I understand."
Answer concisely and clearly.
Xie Qingyu felt much more relieved. It seemed that Song Boyuan had a very solid grasp of most of the knowledge he had learned.
"Can you explain it again?" The contents of elementary and junior high school were only briefly explained, but Song Boyuan still stopped at a math knowledge point.
Xie Qingyu was very satisfied. He was a really good student. He listened carefully when he understood, and would tell him if he didn’t understand.
Not a good kid who pretends to know everything.
After dinner, one listened and the other talked, and time passed quickly.
"Today's mission is complete. In the remaining time, you can do these questions to consolidate your knowledge."
"good."
Song Boyuan had a firm grasp of the subject and was able to write the questions quickly. Xie Qingyu was also busy, consolidating the knowledge points for the next day.
"Great, you got them all right. I hope you can keep up the performance in the future." These were all basic questions with moderate difficulty, but getting them all right was not an easy task. Xie Qingyu was very satisfied with Song Boyuan's answers.
It seems that what I thought about before should be realized.
As time went by, the difficulty increased. Song Boyuan really hoped that Xie Qingyu would leave home because his foundation was not solid. The pressure was too great.
"You've done a great job lately. Excellent, let's take a day off tomorrow!"
Song Boyuan worked during the day and studied at night, his face becoming increasingly haggard, and Xie Qingyu felt distressed. She still had to be careful not to push him too hard; it was important to balance work and rest.
"Winter is coming soon, so let's go find the clothes we need tomorrow!"
"Yeah, I'll come too."
"sure."
*
There was a cool breeze in the morning and it rained a little at night, so the temperature is a bit torturous now.
It's too cold.
"Have a good rest at home. We'll go again when I come back from work." Song Boyuan whispered in the ear of Xie Qingyu, who was wrapped like a dumpling.
Xie Qingyu barely regained consciousness, poked his head out, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Okay, be careful at work."
The forehead feels warm to the touch and leaves immediately.
"Well, it's cold outside today, Qingyu, you have to be careful too. Keep warm and don't catch a cold." Song Boyuan helped Xie Qingyu wrap the quilt again and gave her detailed instructions.
When Xie Qingyu heard what Song Boyuan said, the cold wind was howling, and it was inevitable for her to hide in the warm quilt and take a nap. Xie Qingyu slept peacefully.
I just felt like Song Boyuan was missing from the quilt, and it became so much colder. In my drowsy consciousness, I found that no matter how hard I tried, the quilt just wouldn't warm me up.
My eyelids feel heavy, my head feels dizzy, and I feel a little dizzy.
My body seems to be getting warmer, but I feel weaker and weaker the more I sleep.
"Qingyu, wake up. You haven't eaten yet. Have you not gotten up all day?" When Song Boyuan came back, he saw the untouched dishes on the table and a figure breathing heavily on the bed.
The palm of his hand pressed against the young man's forehead felt scorching hot, and Song Boyuan's heart tightened: "Is this a fever?"
"Wake up, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Xie Qingyu felt someone calling him in his drowsy consciousness.
"Ho ho..." Xie Qingyu suddenly curled up his body, breathing hard and intermittently.
"No, I'm sick."
Song Boyuan immediately understood Xie Qingyu's current situation.
He hurriedly dug into his pocket, his hands trembling, and he couldn't open the lid. Fortunately, he was able to crush it directly: "Here, eat."
"Why can't you pry it open? Is it uncomfortable? Try biting it later. Take the medicine first. I'll do whatever you want."
"Be good, open your mouth, please."
Song Boyuan couldn't bear to watch his face gradually turn pale, so he put the pill in his mouth.
The next second, the medicine was finally delivered.
The purple lips were bitten by Xie Qingyu's teeth and were bleeding. The young man nestled in Song Boyuan's arms was unaware of it and even increased the intensity of the bite.
The teeth were deeply embedded in the soft lips, and the young man's body was shaking in pain. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, and with so much force, he pinched them, leaving traces of blood.
Watching the young man's subconscious self-harming actions, Song Boyuan saw it with his own eyes and felt pain in his heart.
"Qingyu, be good and let go of biting me, okay?"
His fingers touched his slightly swollen lips, trying to peel away his clenched teeth.
The medicine was gradually taking effect. Xie Qingyu felt like someone was manipulating his body, and he felt very annoyed. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened his mouth, and the next second, he bit it hard with anger.
The chewy texture was different from before. Xie Qingyu felt something was wrong, and a trace of clarity flashed through his drowsy consciousness.
"Boyuan?"
Realizing that he was biting Song Boyuan, Xie Qingyu loosened his mouth and no longer wanted to bite.
Relying on consciousness to hold on.
Beads of sweat, forced out of his body unable to bear it, appeared on his temples.
"Qingyu, I'm fine. If you feel uncomfortable, just bite me!"
Feeling that Xie Qingyu's consciousness had returned, Song Boyuan patiently guided him.
"No...no need." Xie Qingyu turned her head away, not wanting to bite Song Boyuan.
Song Boyuan fumbled around the pillow and pulled out a small piece of fabric left over from making clothes: "Then don't bite yourself, bite this!"
Xie Qingyu could no longer care about the pain in his nerves caused by the beating of his heart. When he realized it was not Song Boyuan, he didn't care what it was and bit down hard.
Having an outlet to vent my emotions, the physical pain was alleviated a lot mentally.
Holding Xie Qingyu's body, from the violent shaking at the beginning to the slight tremor later, as time went by, the young man's twitching body finally calmed down in his arms.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore."
Regardless of the sticky pajamas soaked with sweat, Song Boyuan hugged the young man tightly, as if he wanted to embed the young man into his soul.
"That's good."
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