Chapter 736.7

This is one day in the past, a story in the winter vacation.

The small town in the north, though it has just passed its new year, is still a little cold under the snow in the low temperature of - 30 ° due to the small population returning home. It is no different from that in peacetime.

If you insist, there are more red firecrackers in the snowdrift on the side of the road...

and then there is a community on the edge of the city. The officials living in the villa nearby have not been taken in because of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. In the warm and bright sunshine in winter,

one of the opposite doors in a single yuan building is open, and the two neighboring houses are all going out, Some tall and thin men hold the figures that are inconvenient for their legs and feet. Before going out, some tardy women picked up their bags and explained to the two "left behind children" in the room:

"Xiaoran, there are still leftover dishes in the fridge. You and fangran can warm up at noon. You two should not stay at home all day long. We can play together. Let's go."

Standing at the door quietly watching the woman chasing the other two who had already gone down, the slender girl in the white soft sweater pulled the door, and then looked at the figure that was heard at the door of his room.

his hair was a little long, and his indifferent eyes looked a little silent.

"Did you hear that? Aunt Fang told us to go out."

Under the black tights, the girl's legs are slim. Fang Xiaoran squats at the door and arranges the slippers. The voice is flat and casual.

"Um..."

with his eyes lowered, he nodded his head to answer, moved his eyes, and then paused for a moment before his voice was slow. It seemed that he hesitated to talk to the other party:

"is there any place you want to go..."

at the moment of hearing him say so, he stood up for a minute and then turned his back to the small voice of the other side All of a sudden become more no fluctuation, plain spit out a word.

"No

Then he turned around and walked to the sofa, picked up the unfinished books on the coffee table and sat directly near the window.

The sun shines on her, the sky is clear, the scenery is far away, it is a good time to read.

But he seemed to recognize the sudden coldness of that word, opened his mouth and finally failed to say anything. He had to turn back to his room.

There is no unnecessary chatting. Compared with the silent style of both of them, it is more accurate because of the estrangement left behind, and they feel unnatural to talk to each other,

however, since the time of the two brothers and sisters since high school, this is a normal situation.

It's my own home, but it seems that I can't get out of the room. I sit in front of my desk and look at the pile of college entrance examination materials and exercise papers. During the short winter vacation, I escaped from these things a little, and I flipped around in my consciousness.

Can't you keep up with the first echelon...

I think about all kinds of things in my mind, and I look at the clock beside my desk and I'm in a daze. I let the time go by like this, until I think of the conversation just now, and I can hear the voice of the pages outside the door.

Did I say something wrong just now...

would it be better to say where to go directly...

after a look at the door, I finally failed to go out and continue the topic just now. I sighed and slowly fell on the table.

It's like this again...

since last semester, when two people are not in the same class, it seems that it is more and more common that they don't talk to each other at home.

The short day in winter seems to shorten the time in the morning because of the annual leave without getting up early for leisure. Unconsciously, it is time for them to have lunch since their parents left. Thinking about the former transfer student, he lies on the table and hears the footsteps in the living room to come to his door.

"I want a hot meal. What would you like to eat from the rest of yesterday?"

Just like passing through the door of his room, Fang Xiaoran stood at the door and looked at him and asked. He let him sit on the chair. Some of them didn't expect that she would come to ask her. She opened her mouth and said:

"ah... Anything will do."

Then Fang Xiaoran took a look at him, went into the kitchen without speaking, opened the refrigerator, and there were still plenty of new year's Eve dinner left every day during this period. She took out two dishes that were not her favorite food, and tied up her apron. She had done nothing well. She had been skilled in housework unconsciously.

As if he had got permission to leave the house, he felt that the stagnation was a little slow. He went out of the bedroom and took a look at the kitchen. He sat down on the sofa in the living room. There were books Fang Xiaoran had just read on the tea table.

Have you been reading this kind of book?

have you been reading this book?

a little stunned, the silent youth remembered that the teacher said that after the beginning of the next semester, experts would come to make professional choices and give lectures on employment.

Compared with the cool bedroom, the living room is still more warm in winter. Although there are only two people at home on the sofa, I always feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but listening to the sound of lunch in the kitchen, the sun is shining outside the window,Some of the bland ones are reassuring.

"Well, come and eat."

Fang Xiaoran, who took off his apron and wiped his hands, looked at him and said, "do you want to enroll in the university?"

In senior high school, all the courses have been finished early, and the review teaching in the first half of the last year of senior three is over. In the second half of the semester, there are only a variety of mock tests and practice candidates. If there is no big accident, the scores have been basically set. Even if there is any improvement in the future, we will not exaggerate too much.

so we have basically started to think about which one to go to in advance The city, which university to go to,

the key to life is not to lose.

Knowing that this was a question that she didn't want to make the air too quiet, the only topic they could meet was this one,

so he stopped for a moment, and he chewed the rice in his mouth and gave a simple answer in silence.

"Los Angeles. I'm going to apply to the university there."

"Why Los Angeles."

"My grades are better than the school or the city."

"You're going to graduate and stay there..."

"well, probably."

"Is it..."

the dull conversation ended with no more words.

He took a look at the girl reading in the living room, hesitated a little,

instead of walking back to his own room, he made the living room carpet lean against the sofa, and saw his movements, but looked at him from the corner of his eyes, without speaking.

The distance between them is very close this time.

Feeling the remote control carefully, the girl seemed to have no objection. He turned on the TV, replayed the channels of various parties these days, and then turned down the voice a little.

I was relieved to see that she had not left.

Sitting on the floor behind the tea table on the sofa, the figure behind him is reading books. The two people in the room are quiet each other. Neither of them has spoken, but they have no words to say. In fact, they can be divided into two types: embarrassing and relaxing.

now it seems that it is the latter.

Then the afternoon sun is more dazzling, the heat makes the carpet warm, the lively TV programs ring, and the quiet voice dispels the loneliness in the room.

on a very ordinary day, I didn't go anywhere, and I seldom met my brother and sister, so I spent the day like this,

although it was very insipid, it was also very reassuring.

Let their long-standing and rigid relationship ease a little bit on this day.

"Aunt Fang, they seem to be coming back later in the evening. What would you like to eat?"

"Well, anything will do."

...

...

just when I sit back at my desk in my room at night, I see the bookshelf that I turn over in the morning, and there is a notebook that has not been seen for a long time. When I open it subconsciously, I can see the first page above, the most prominent sentence in immature handwriting and naive words,

"I want to be a hero."

Then silent for a few seconds, he slowly tore the page off and threw it into the garbage can.

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