Haze weather

Chapter 70 "A Natural Pair."

It has been a month since the results of the municipal mathematics competition came out, and Zhou Chiyu has successfully entered the next round of the provincial competition.

The test center for the provincial exam is at the 985 University in another city in the province, and the time is on Sunday morning.

Jiang Jun has already completed all the knowledge points that he missed because he was absent from school for more than a week, so he wants to give Zhou Chiyu a gift, and he also invites Xia Shitao.

Of course Song Boyang was there too.

There is only a bus stop near Middle A. On Saturday afternoon, Song Boyang, Jiang Jun, and Xia Shitao first took the bus and arrived downstairs at Zhou Chiyu's house.

After the three of them met, Song Boyang used the old man's mobile phone to make a call to Zhou Chiyu.

"We're downstairs with you," Song Boyang said.

"Okay, got it." Zhou Chiyu said on the other end of the phone, "I'll be right down."

Song Boyang first heard the sound of footsteps gradually resounding in the corridor of the community, and then the sound of the wheels of the suitcase sliding on the ground.

Zhou Chiyu followed closely behind and appeared in front of Song Boyang.

He was wearing a black jacket, black track pants, and white sneakers and suitcase.

Sure enough, it is still the classic black and white match of Mr. Zhou's style, Song Boyang sighed silently in his heart.

The four of them took the bus together to the subway station in the city center.

Sending Zhou Chiyu to the subway station, Jiang Jun and Xia Shitao originally wanted to send him down, but Song Boyang stopped him.

"I also need some space between the two of you." He emphasized in a low but solemn voice.

Xia Shitao looked at Song Boyang and smiled teasingly, and Jiang Jun also smiled.

Zhou Chiyu also laughed.

Then Jiang Jun and Xia Shitao disappeared at the subway exit together.

When buying tickets, Song Boyang was about to take out coins from his schoolbag, but Zhou Chiyu stopped him.

He bought two subway tickets directly with his smartphone, and two square cards fell out of the ticket exit, and Zhou Chiyu handed one of them to Song Boyang.

So the elderly phone is really useless except for calls and text messages.

On the way to the high-speed rail station, Song Boyang and Zhou Chiyu were sitting together in the fast-moving subway. Looking out the window, they could see large electronic billboards, colorful and suspended in the darkness, dragged into many long strips by the subway. Long colored shooting stars.

The distance of five stations will soon be over.

Song Boyang sent Zhou Chiyu to the ticket gate of the high-speed rail station, but he couldn't go any further because he didn't have a high-speed rail ticket and couldn't enter.

Zhou Chiyu checked the ticket with his ID card.

Song Boyang said behind him: "I lost my ID card and mobile phone."

"Oh."

Zhou Chiyu dragged his suitcase through the security check.

Song Boyang said to Zhou Chiyu's back: "Remember to send me a message when you arrive at the hotel."

"understood."

Zhou Chiyu stood on the platform. After the security personnel scanned his body with the scanner, he removed his suitcase from the security inspection machine.

He heard Song Boyang's voice, "And—"

Zhou Chiyu turned around, "What else?"

Song Boyang was stunned for a second, then folded his right index finger and thumb together, making a gesture of love.

Zhou Chiyu looked at Song Boyang and smiled.

He said, "Good oil."

Then he gradually restrained his smile, "Wait for me, I will be back soon."

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Boyang received a call from Zhou Chiyu.

"I'm here." The other party's voice came from the phone.

"Yeah." Song Boyang asked again, "The exam will be at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, are you nervous?"

Zhou Chiyu was quite honest, "A little bit."

Song Boyang laughed while hiding behind the phone, "Then let's do something relaxing."

Zhou Chiyu: "?"

Song Boyang said two words softly.

Zhou Chiyu: "...You seem to have forgotten that your elderly phone cannot make video calls."

Song Boyang did not give up, "Then I can rely on pure imagination, or verbal description."

Zhou Chiyu: "...I don't want to, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Chiyu hung up the phone.

Song Boyang hurriedly sent a message to Zhou Chiyu——

【You won't be really angry, I'm joking】

[I want to help you divert your attention, don't be so nervous]

Zhou Chiyu's reply was sent in the next second——

Zhou Chiyu: [Not angry. 】

Zhou Chiyu: [Okay, I can't talk anymore, I have to hurry up and review. 】

Zhou Chiyu: [I won't reply to the message. 】

Zhou Chiyu: [Say goodnight to you in advance. 】

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The second call from Zhou Chiyu was received at 10:30 the next morning.

Song Boyang asked: "Finished the exam?"

Zhou Chiyu replied: "Well, the exam is over."

"Just relax after the exam."

Song Boyang didn't ask Zhou Chiyu how he was doing in the exam. As a student, he didn't want to be asked this question, so he didn't plan to ask others this question. The score was already a foregone conclusion at the moment the paper was handed in, and it would be useless to ask again.

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Shooting a video."

"Take a video?"

"Take a picture of the campus. There are many plants in University A. When I come back, you will be able to see the most authentic 985 colleges and universities."

"Ten yuan a minute." Zhou Chiyu cleared his throat, "Since we have a deep relationship, I'll give you the first 1 minutes for free, and the rest will be paid content."

Zhou Chiyu took out the earphones from his backpack and put them on, and began to wander around the campus while chatting with Song Boyang.

"I saw the library of University A, it's very big." Zhou Chiyu began to describe it.

"How big is it?" Song Boyang asked.

"It's bigger than the teaching building where we have classes this year."

"Wow, I really want to see it."

"I took a picture and I'll show you when I come back."

After walking for an hour, at 11:30, Zhou Chiyu came to Canteen A and ordered a grilled chicken rice.

The phone hasn't hung up yet.

Zhou Chiyu said to Song Boyang on the other end of the phone: "The food in the cafeteria is also delicious. After I tasted it, I already started to dislike the cafeteria in A."

Song Boyang smiled, "High school and university, there must be no comparison."

Zhou Chiyu continued: "When I look at the university, I will start to imagine that after the college entrance examination, we all got the grades we wanted, went to the university we wanted to go to, and studied the major we wanted to study."

"College life seems to be very interesting. It seems to be much more interesting than high school." Zhou Chiyu said with emotion, "We can go to college in one year."

"Well, the future can be expected." Song Boyang followed suit, and after speaking, he asked again as if thinking of something, "About what time did you arrive at the high-speed rail station?"

"Wait a minute, I'll check." Half a minute later, Zhou Chiyu told Song Boyang, "The time shown on the high-speed rail ticket is [-]:[-]."

"Okay, then I will pick you up at the high-speed rail station then."

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Song Boyang always has the habit of arriving 15 minutes earlier than the agreed time, but since the person to be picked up is Zhou Chiyu, it became 35 minutes earlier.

He sat on the seat not far from the exit of the high-speed rail, lamenting that his actions were a bit silly, while happily and eagerly looking towards the direction of the exit.

Look at the exit, turn on the phone to look at the time, look at the exit again, turn on the phone to look at the time.

It was this movement that Song Boyang repeated at least a dozen times.

At three o'clock, Song Boyang finally couldn't sit still.

He knows that sometimes the high-speed rail arrives at the station a few minutes earlier, and it doesn't exactly follow the time on the high-speed rail ticket, arriving at the station exactly one minute.

Song Boyang walked towards the exit with his schoolbag on his back.

Get closer, get closer.

He stopped again and looked at the time on his phone. There was 1 minute left, [-]:[-].

This time, when I put the phone back into the trouser pocket of the school uniform and looked up again, a familiar figure broke into my sight.

He is back!

The next second, the opponent's footsteps also paused, probably noticing him.

Dragging a white suitcase, Zhou Chiyu quickened his pace and walked through the crowd.

Song Boyang didn't have a white suitcase, so he ran directly in the direction of Zhouchiyu——

Hug it.

Song Boyang ran too fast, and when he was carried up, due to inertia, he couldn't stop for a while, and Zhou Chiyu and the two of them staggered a few steps before they managed to stabilize their figure.

Zhou Chiyu was still hugged tightly by him, and it took a while before he smiled and teased.

"You're hugging a little tight."

Hearing this, Song Boyang let go of his arms in a daze, and instead of answering Zhou Chiyu's words, he said inexplicably, "Let's take the same city for the college entrance examination a year later."

Zhou Chiyu: "Huh?"

Song Boyang turned his head away and said in a low voice, "You've only been away for a day, and I've started to miss you so much."

Zhou Chiyu lowered his head and smiled.

"Okay." He said.

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The results of the Zhouchiyu Provincial Competition have not come out, which is a nice way of saying it.The real situation is that he did not win the prize in the provincial competition, so there will be no follow-up notice.

Song Boyang still felt a little pity, "It would be great if I could get the provincial three."

Zhou Chiyu: "...Are you talking nonsense?"

Then Zhou Chiyu, who didn't win the provincial competition, started to comfort Song Boyang——

"After all, I only took the exam in the second semester of high school. I'm definitely not as good as those students who started preparing for the competition in high school, and even started preparing for the competition in the summer after the high school entrance examination."

"I didn't expect to win the prize at first, and Bai Ru said that the provincial math competition awards are not very useful for self-enrollment, even if it is provincial one, it is not very useful."

"Self-enrollment has many restrictions on majors. If I take the road of competition, the result of admission may not be as good as the result of my college entrance examination."

In the end, Zhou Chiyu came to a conclusion, "So being out of the list may not be a bad thing."

"I'm just afraid that you will be sad." Song Boyang substituting himself, "If I haven't won the award after preparing for so long, I will still be a little disappointed."

"I'm not sad." Zhou Chiyu replied without hesitation, "It's all over, and it's useless to worry about it."

"Well, it's good if you don't get entangled." Song Boyang looked at Zhou Chiyu's calm side face, and still couldn't help rubbing his hair, "We won't talk about this."

He jumped to the next topic, "By the way, your birthday is coming soon, isn't it?"

Zhou Chiyu was a little speechless, "It's only the end of May, and there's still a month left."

"That's right, isn't it only one month?" Song Boyang still insisted on his point of view, "It's pretty fast."

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Zhou Chiyu's birthday is at the end of June.

After finishing the final exam on the 28th, Song Boyang and his dormitory supervisor applied to leave school on July [-]st. With Jiang Jun's help, he successfully ordered an Oreo cake online.

Zhou Chiyu likes black and white, as well as Oreo.

On the 29th, Song Boyang went to the campus supermarket alone to buy a lot of matcha-flavored Uha.

There is also a greeting card.

He drew up his blessings for Zhou Chiyu, turned out the words in the blessings one by one on the copybook, and practiced many times on the draft paper according to the copybook.

It was only when I barely felt that I could get it out that I dared to write it on the greeting card.

On June [-], Song Boyang, Jiang Jun and Xia Shitao went to Zhou Chiyu's house together.

The afternoon sun lazily looks out the window, jumps on the glass through the treetops, and leaves a few irregular quadrilateral light spots in the living room.

Zhou Chiyu's elder sister is still on vacation, and his parents are still working, so Zhou Chiyu is the only one in the family.

Knowing that Song Boyang and the others would come, Zhou Chiyu had already prepared slippers.

He took out four bottles of iced orange soda from the refrigerator, one for each person, and stuffed them into each other's hands.

The cake hanging in mid-air finally wobbled and landed on the dining table.

Zhou Chiyu first opened Song Boyang's greeting card.

Above is a line of words.

"Happy birthday to Xiao Zhou."

The words are surprisingly neat, Zhou Chiyu has to admit, it's a bit nice.

In fact, Song Boyang wanted to write a few more sentences, but the more he wrote, the more words he had to practice, the easier it was to make mistakes, and it was easier to write a waste of a greeting card, so he had to give up in the end.

Opening the cake box and taking out the birthday hat, Song Boyang urged, "Come on, quickly put on the birthday hat."

"Only children." Zhou Chiyu refused.

"But I want to see you take it." Song Boyang blinked.

Zhou Chiyu was silent for a second.

compromised.

Under Song Boyang's expectant gaze, he put on the golden birthday hat made of paper, and felt his foolishness aggravated a bit. He inserted the candle into the white cream, closed his eyes and made a wish, and then blew on the colored candle .

The candles were all extinguished.

Song Boyang wants to be happy and healthy forever.

It's the same as the wish he made in Weiming Lake in A, but Zhou Chiyu didn't say it out, and he always felt that if he said it, the wish wouldn't work.

Then start cutting the cake.

Cut off four pieces, three of which were given to Song Boyang, Jiang Jun and Xia Shitao respectively.

Keep the one with the Oreo cookie for yourself.

Zhou Chiyu used the tip of his right finger to pull out the half-broken Oreo biscuit from the cream, took a bite, and licked the cream on his lips.

Someone beside him who was about to move seized the opportunity, hooked a little cream with his finger, and suddenly wiped it on Zhou Chiyu's face.

"Song Boyang!"

Zhou Chiyu wanted to say something more, Song Boyang had already said what he wanted to say first, and he frowned like Zhou Chiyu.

"You are so naive!"

Zhou Chiyu: "..."

After Jiang Jun and Xia Shitao finished eating the cake, they left with orange soda in their hands, saying that they wanted to create a space for Song Zhou and the others to be alone.

Walking out of the corridor with Jiang Jun, Xia Shitao looked up at the window of Zhou Chiyu's house, still thinking, it must be very romantic for the young couple to celebrate their birthday alone.

What a ghost of romance, as everyone knows, this is what Zhou Chiyu is thinking at the moment.

He watched helplessly as Song Boyang ate all the cake with yellow peach pulp, but kept the cream.

Song Boyang probably doesn't like butter.

Leftover cream has to go somewhere—

Zhou Chiyu's face won this honor.

Over and over again, Song Boyang took advantage of Zhou Chiyu's sitting aside and concentrated on eating the cake, and smeared Zhou Chiyu's face.

Then he jumped into the distance again, put on a defensive state, his expression seemed to say, I can smear your face, but you can't smear mine.

Zhou Chiyu didn't bother to argue with him anymore.

He thought that butter was so delicious, how could anyone not like butter.

The glass bottle of orange soda was opened. Due to the temperature difference between the refrigerator and the indoor air conditioner, a layer of water mist formed on the wall of the bottle. A white straw was inserted into the bottom of the bottle, puncturing a few bubbles floating upward.

Zhou Chiyu said he wanted to go to the balcony because there are hanging chairs on the balcony.

So the two went to the balcony together.

Zhou Chiyu was dangling on the hanging chair.

He did not forget to arrange a very short wooden bench for Song Boyang, because there was only one hanging chair.

Song Boyang had long hands and long legs, and he felt uncomfortable sitting on it, so he began to complain and made his own request, "I also want to be a hanging chair."

"No, there's only one." Zhou Chiyu raised his eyebrows, a little proudly, "Who told you to secretly put cream on my face just now?"

"Oh." Song Boyang knew he was wrong, so he stopped talking.

The thick glass bottle glistened under the sunlight, and the orange soda was bubbling, like an orange potion being brewed in a magical world.

The air is sweet with oranges.

Song Boyang moved the small wooden bench to the wall, leaned his back against the wall, rested his arms on his thighs, and held an orange soda in one hand.Resting his other hand on his chin, he looked up at Zhou Chiyu's profile.

For a moment, a false illusion appeared, as if time had stopped, on the beautiful, last day of June.

Unfortunately, not long after, a fly flew from the balcony.

Song Boyang chased him away with his hands in annoyance, but couldn't.

So I asked Zhou Chiyu, "Do you have a fly swatter at home?"

Zhou Chiyu replied: "Yes, but I can't find it."

Song Boyang: "...Doesn't that mean there is no such thing?"

While speaking, the flies were flying around the mouth of the glass bottle in Song Boyang's hand.

"What an annoying fly." Song Boyang lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said to the fly, "Don't be shy, I will definitely hit you today."

Zhou Chiyu suggested, "I'll go get a book."

Then he opened the balcony door and walked in.

The fly may also be keenly aware of its own crisis, it is very flexible, and took the opportunity to sneak into the living room.

Noticing this, Song Boyang rushed in. He was the last person to leave the balcony, so he closed the French window with his backhand.

Zhou Chiyu ran to the bedroom, took a magazine from his bookshelf, and handed it to Song Boyang, "Take this to beat."

"it is good."

Grabbing the magazine, Song Boyang flung his arms around the living room.

Seeing this, Zhou Chiyu couldn't help laughing, unlocked the phone and secretly took a nine-shot for Song Boyang, leaving a few more ugly photos so that he could manipulate the other party in the future, for example, threatening him to date him.

He stood aside, looking down at Song Boyang's "chic" demeanor that he had captured with his mobile phone.

After enjoying it, I took a few more pictures.

Half a minute later, Song Boyang suddenly heard cheers——

"It's hit!"

Song Boyang bragged to Zhou Chiyu triumphantly, "It flew onto the back of the table and chair just now. I have such good eyesight. I took a closer look and killed it with one hand."

"Oh." Zhou Chiyu wrapped the fly's body in a napkin with a flat face, and walked towards the trash can.

Song Boyang let out a long and joyful sigh of relief, and walked to the trash can, staring down at the disastrous defeat of the flies.

At this moment, a piece of paper suddenly fell out of the magazine in his hand.

"what is this?"

Before Song Boyang could react, Zhou Chiyu's face changed slightly, and he picked up the piece of paper before the other party.

Song Boyang looked at Zhou Chiyu suspiciously, "What did you write on it?"

"It's nothing."

"let me see."

"No."

Song Boyang wasn't very curious at first, but seeing Zhou Chiyu's slightly panicked look, he became extremely curious.

He squinted his eyes and saw that there might be something printed on a piece of A4 paper folded in half, and there seemed to be something written on the back of the paper.

It seems outsmarted.

With an idea, Song Boyang approached Zhou Chiyu step by step, forced him to the corner, had no way to retreat, but unexpectedly lowered his head, and gently and gentlemanly pecked Zhou Chiyu's lips.

Zhou Chiyu was slightly taken aback.

In a moment of distraction, the paper in his hand was quickly pulled away by Song Boyang.

In the next second, Song Boyang jumped a long way, and opened the A4 paper with both hands.

Found the handwriting somewhat familiar.

It seems to be a composition I wrote when I was a freshman in high school?

"You give it back to me!"

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Chiyu chasing after him. While running, Song Boyang tried to finish reading the first sentence, and found——

It's really a composition I wrote when I was in my freshman year of high school. The writing style is very immature and artificial.

Zhou Chiyu chased after him again.

It was rare for Song Boyang to see Zhou Chiyu look so anxious, and the childish inferiority in his bones was ready to move again. Relying on himself being much taller than Zhou Chiyu, he raised his hand holding the A4 paper to the top and stood on tiptoe.

While jumping, Zhou Chiyu tried to remove the paper from his hand.

"Why do you have the composition I wrote in my freshman year of high school?" Song Boyang asked curiously while avoiding Zhou Chiyu's hand.

Zhou Chiyu didn't speak.

Song Boyang moved his fingertips, held the paper so that it was level with the ground, and then raised his head to look at what Zhou Chiyu wrote on the back of the composition while avoiding it.

Watching and reading--

"if--"

"Don't miss it!"

Zhou Chiyu suddenly said loudly.

Song Boyang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and slowly showed his canine teeth, "Give up struggling, Xiao Zhou."

He said, "I seem to be about to discover your secret."

Zhou Chiyu stayed where he was.

After a moment of silence, he stopped grabbing the paper in Song Boyang's hand, sat down on the sofa without saying a word, picked up the pillow, and rested his chin on it.

"Read it if you want." Zhou Chiyu turned his head away from Song Boyang.

Song Boyang glanced at the back of Zhou Chiyu's jet-black head, but in the end he still didn't make a sound.

He quietly read the two sentences written on the back.

Then smiled, "Crush me?"

"...Yes, so what?" He was quite confident, but also seemed to be out of breath.

"When did it happen?" Song Boyang guessed, "The first semester of high school?"

"The first semester of high school." Zhou Chiyu corrected him.

Song Boyang suddenly regained his memory, "I remember you mentioned to me that we saw the basketball court a year ago?"

"If you know, ask again." Zhou Chiyu complained in a low voice.

In the next second, Zhou Chiyu felt someone pushing him, and the world was turned upside down. He fell into the soft sofa, first saw the white ceiling, then he saw Song Boyang's eyes, and finally he saw Song Boyang's eyes. I saw my own reflection.

"Of course I would."

Zhou Chiyu raised his head in a daze.

Is he... responding to the words behind the composition?

——If you are willing to lend me a little pheromone in the first winter, I will return it to you every summer in the future.

—Would you like it?

One day, Zhou Chiyu, a freshman in high school, didn’t know why he was suffering. He remembered the basketball court shaded by trees at the end of summer, the basketball that a boy with two canine teeth blocked for him, and the song Song he got from his Chinese teacher. A copy of Bo Yang's composition, so he quietly wrote these two sentences on the back of the composition, as a bit of consolation for his crush.

Before Zhou Chiyu had time to think about it, Song Boyang's figure was slowly approaching his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat became hopelessly intensified.

Song Boyang pushed Zhou Chiyu down on the sofa and kissed him.

He told Zhou Chiyu seriously.

"Sunshine and rain are a natural match."

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There was still half of the orange soda left, and the escaping bubbles were punctured by the orange sun.

The black Oreo cookies were eaten, crumbs hiding in the dark crevices of the tiles.

The green toffee is matcha-flavored, temporarily forgotten on the green tablecloth.

The white cream is soft and slumped, quietly taking a nap in the white paper plate.

they kiss.

Today is a fine weather, the haze is scattered, and there are no clouds in the sky.

——End of full text——

The author says:

It's over!Thank you for your company!