mousepad-d2 Chapter 34 Sweet Spring Chapter
Chapter 34 Sweet Spring Chapter
Compared with 2012, the year of eradication appointed by the Mayans, 2013 has been silent.Entering the second ten days of January, all high schools, junior high schools and primary schools in the whole province are on vacation one after another.A class of junior high school students got ten days off as a luxury, and everyone was overjoyed.
When Shang Yang arrived home with his suitcase, he saw his grandfather lying on a deck chair in the courtyard, listening to Peking Opera on the radio, flipping through ancient books.
The raccoon cat was lying at the grandfather's feet, with its tail raised high and shaking.After three months, it became even fatter, and when it lay down, its flesh could ooze out a big puddle.
Putting down the schoolbag, Shang Yang hugged the raccoon cat with difficulty: "Ancestor, you have to lose weight. This one is heavier than the three."
Lihuamao gave him a blank look, struggled to jump down, and lazily nestled in the box again, yawning with its belly spread.
Grandpa flipped through the pages of the book and shook his head helplessly: "This cat is almost twenty, it's fine just like this, don't mess with it."
"No fuss, I was playing with it." Shang Yang brushed the raccoon cat, remembering that the cat looked like Li Qing when it stared at him, so he kissed him on the face, "Yes, my good ancestor !"
Then the good ancestor gave him a paw.
Well, no matter which Li Qing it is, they are all true ancestors.
'Li Qing, have you eaten the New Year's Eve dinner yet? '
No, it's too rigid.
'Banhua, happy Chinese New Year, have you eaten yet? '
No, it's too common.
'Ban Hua, what did you have for the New Year's Eve dinner today?Is it tasty? '
No, that's too stupid.
Unsatisfied after writing three text messages in a row, Shang Yang threw his phone on the bed, stared at the ceiling and lay dead: "How do I write a New Year's greeting message—"
At the age of [-], the nanny prepared meals for a few days in advance and went home for the holiday.In the empty house, Shang Yang had a New Year's Eve dinner with his grandfather and the cat.On the way, Shang Houde came to visit, and was left with a New Year's Eve dinner, and Shang Yang personally took the chopsticks.
After eating, Shang Yang went back to his room and started editing this text message
I don't know if it was infected by the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, or because I fell in love with my elders behind my back, and the psychological pressure was too great.In short, half an hour passed, there were more than a dozen drafts in Shangyang's mobile phone, and none of the text messages were sent.
Picking up the phone again, Shang Yang irritatedly typed a line: 'Ban Hua, Happy Chinese New Year'.Just about to delete it, someone secretly fired a cannon, the cat let out a cry of fright, he shook his hand in response, slid his finger over the send button of the phone, and was hit on the face by the phone.
Regardless of the pain in his nose, Shang Yang quickly picked up his phone and looked at it, and there were three words clearly on the screen.
Has been sent.
Staring at the phone for a long time, Shang Yang couldn't believe his eyes.Throwing the mobile phone on the bed, he rolled the quilt and rolled over and over a few times: "Ahhhhhhhhh, Shangyang, you are such an idiot!"
After tossing and turning for half an hour, he actually sent the most common one.
"The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year I was born..."
When the bell rang, Shang Yang lay on his back and grabbed the phone, looking at the two words flashing on the blue screen, he was completely refreshed.
Li Qing.
Shang Yang stood up from the bed like a carp, and sat cross-legged on the bed as if facing an enemy, his body was tense as if he was about to defuse a bomb, but his tone was extraordinarily careless: "Oh, Banhua, finally remember to call me A phone call? It's rare."
Li Qing seemed to be outdoors, walking against the wind, his voice was noisy but couldn't hide his clear smile: "Shang Yang, I just saw your text message."
Shang Yang thought to himself, don't mention that stupid text message, I'm going to die of anger.
Li Qing said in a light and warm tone: "Thank you for your blessing. You should celebrate the new year as much as possible."
A simple sentence, but it seemed to be wrapped in a ball of fire in the snow, hitting Shang Yang's heart.The nervousness and anxiety he had felt just now were melted away by the warmth in an instant, and a smile appeared in his eyes:
"Well, Banhua and you too, you should do well in the next year."
After saying this, the two of them didn't speak any more, but they didn't feel embarrassed at all.
In the huge winter night, on New Year’s Eve when thousands of families are reunited, although the two are in different places and separated by a long distance, the invisible tacit understanding is entangled like silk threads, and flows through the skin of the body like water, warming the two of them together. Peacefully entangled together.
The corners of Shang Yang's mouth turned up unconsciously: "Li Qing?"
Li Qing smiled and hummed.
After confirming that the other party was still listening, after a question and an answer, Shang Yang lay comfortably on the bed, raised his calf and swayed, and asked with a smile, "What wishes do you have for the new year?"
Li Qing smiled and said, "Why, Shang Yang, do you want to be Santa Claus to fulfill my wish?"
Shang Yang played a rogue and said: "Tell me what your wish is first, maybe I can really conjure a Santa Claus for you."
Li Qing pondered and said: "New Year's wish."
Amidst the gentle breathing on the other end of the phone, Shang Yang quietly waited for the answer, with a smile that he hadn't noticed at the corner of his mouth.
Li Qing said earnestly: "In the new year, I hope that my mother's illness will not worsen and she can live a little more comfortably."
Shang Yang paused, then smiled and said, "What else?"
Li Qing thought for a while: "Not anymore."
"No more?" Shang Yang was really surprised this time: "Li Qing, apart from your mother's illness, don't you have anything you want?"
"No more." Li Qing said with a relaxed smile, "I'm doing very well now. As long as my mother is in better health, it will be even better."
Shang Yang was silent for a while.
He remembered a saying that he had heard someone say - the more precocious and sensible a child is, the easier it is to be satisfied.Because they were treated poorly by fate since they were young, and they got too little, as long as a little gift is given to them, it is a surprise.
Li Qing... is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
As if infected by the New Year's atmosphere, Li Qing didn't notice Shang Yang's silence, and said in a relaxed tone, "What about you? Shang Yang, what is your New Year's wish?"
Shang Yang elongated his voice: "Me. I want so many things. What, Ban Hua wants to be my Santa Claus?"
Li Qing smiled and said, "Tell me about it. Maybe I can get you a Jingdong cat."
"I'll be full next year." Shang Yang turned over on the bed, his tone brisk and flying, "Grandpa promised to give me a new car. I also want to travel to Hamburg. I had a good time last time. Yes, I heard that the J family has released a limited edition of new shoes, and the L family has released a new watch, and it would be even better if you can pester grandpa to increase my pocket money..."
Li Qing smiled: "You really have a lot of requests."
"Where is this? I haven't finished half of my wish yet." Shang Yang turned over, propped his head on his hands, and looked at the night outside the window with high spirits: "Then, I want my relatives Friends, grandpa, Qi Chen, friends from Provincial No. [-] High School, Chen Zhengfei and others from our first class, they will be healthy and safe for the next year, and it is best to make a small fortune or something."
Li Qing: ...
Shang Yang murmured in a low voice: "Okay, anyway, there are so many people, let's forcefully bring Shang Houde in the end."
Li Qing almost shed tears of sympathy for Mr. Shang, and sneered: "Shang Yang, your blessings are wholesale."
Shang Yang lala said authentically: "New Year's greetings, don't they just say things for the better. Don't interrupt, there are more."
Li Qing continued to listen with a smile.
Looking at the reunion lights outside the window, Shang Yang’s tone subconsciously softened: “Finally, I hope that in 2013, I can treat the child I like well, so that he will not be sad, sad, or hard. Only joy and sweetness remain.”
After this sentence was finished, there was silence inside and outside the phone, only the sound of breathing could be heard.
the person I like.
As if something had hammered the softest part of his heart, Li Qing felt sore and bitter for an instant, but was suppressed by the forced comfort.
the person I like.
That's fine.
He is a tree with messy branches, born at the bottom of the valley.
His liking has never been related to the sun above his head.
He just hopes to see this hot and publicized sun running freely towards his vast future, and to have the happiness and happiness that belongs to him.
And he will stare at him and send him his most sincere blessings.
When another sentence came out, Li Qing was able to laugh and joke: "The secrecy work is very good, why haven't I heard you mention it. Is she from Shengyi High School or from our Shangxi? What's her name?"
Shang Yang said with a smiling voice: "The person I like, he is called..."
next moment
"Wow..." Shang Yang looked at the gorgeous scenery outside the window and exclaimed.
"what happened?"
"The city has set off fireworks."
The colorful fireworks exploded over the city, stirring up circles of gorgeous ripples in the black pool-like sky, and the sound of bang bang bang bang bang bang bang sent the first round of lively blessings to the city's New Year.At this moment, countless people raised their heads and ushered in 2013 in the fireworks.
Looking at the fireworks in the sky like in a fairy tale, Shang Yang suddenly wants to be superstitious for a while, believing that in a certain corner of the world, there will really be a Santa Claus who hears his wish and protects that person for him.
"The person I like, he is sensible and good-looking, he is naughty and warm, he is gentle and tolerant, he is only 17 years old this year, but he has been treated poorly by fate for the first half of his life, and he has experienced hardships that ordinary people cannot encounter in a lifetime.
In the new year, I don't expect anything else, I just hope that fate can treat him better, so that he can enjoy even a moment of relaxation, happiness, sweetness and joy.
I sincerely pray that the young man named Li Qing is happy and safe. "
The sound was overwhelmed by the loud noise of fireworks soaring into the sky, like a fragment of an exploding silent movie, gorgeous and beautiful but sad and bleak.
The inside and outside of the phone are silent as if captured by this beautiful scenery.
The sound of fireworks stopped, Shang Yang said: "The fireworks are over."
Li Qing smiled and said, "Does it look good?"
Shang Yang said: "It's very beautiful. It's a pity you can't see it over there."
Li Qing smiled and said, "I can imagine it."
Shang Yang hummed, held the hot phone, and turned over again.
Li Qing said jokingly: "Shang Yang, you haven't said who you like yet."
"Since you have told me to keep my work secret." Shang Yang smiled big, "Then this is a secret. Be good, you will know it in the future."
Li Qing couldn't tell what it was like in his heart: ... Mmm. "
Shang Yang raised his voice again: "Ban Hua, the New Year's Eve fireworks are all set off. Happy New Year."
Li Qing also smiled and said, "Happy New Year."
We'll all be fine in the new year.
That day, Shang Yang and Li Qing chatted until late at night.
Talk about the Spring Festival Gala.
Talk about homework.
Talk about the future.
Gossip
In the end, there was actually nothing to say, but both of them couldn't help but refuse to put down their phones, preferring to listen to the breathing of the person opposite them through the screen in the middle of the winter night.
Until many years later, Shang Yang could hardly forget this year's New Year's Eve.
Even if the content of the chat has long been forgotten, the burning heat of the phone pressed against the face, and the satisfaction and sweetness of listening to the peaceful and gentle breathing of the person you like on the phone, can still make people linger after many years.
The author has something to say:
From [-] words to [-] words, I finally feel the best.
This chapter is really sweet, hehehe, the corners of my mouth turned up when I wrote it, and I was in a very happy mood, so it’s okay to be a little shorter.
Hahaha.
See you the day after tomorrow.