"Let's go, class is over. Qiao Yu dusted off his clothes and sat up from the ground.

Jiang Cheng sighed, "The next class is another Chinese class, and every time I finish physical education class, I will dream of meeting Zhou Gong." ”

Qiao Yu has a deep understanding that every week in this class is a piece of lying on her stomach, and she is no exception.

"Eh, you said that if my essay was read aloud by the whole class, I would be a disgrace. Qiao Yu suddenly thought that the theme of the essay for the monthly exam was growth, "Such an old-fashioned topic, it's really thunderous to read it." ”

"Anyway, did you pick it up from the trash, or did you pick it up in the lottery? ”

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes at Jiang Cheng, "Your thinking is indeed different from that of a normal person. ”

The heat of the afternoon, the exhaustion after physical education class, the drowsy atmosphere and the boredom of Chinese class, almost half of the class could not keep up their spirits.

Only Qiao Yu's heart has been hanging high.

When the Chinese teacher's sentence "Next, let's analyze the composition this time." Qiao Yu's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

She took a deep breath.

"This time, our class performed well overall, especially Qiao Yu, who received a high score of 53 points in her essay. Next, we have invited Qiao Yu to share with you. The old class looked at Qiao Yu with a smile as he spoke.

Qiao Yu stood up and took the handover of the scroll, which was in a familiar font, and the first line read, "Those who often think about it but are difficult to go back, my time".

"Everyone is a pawn who crosses the river in Chinese chess, and so does when they grow up. We walk on the chessboard of life and never look back......"

......

The night in M City is like a curtain call for singing and dancing, and all the bustle and noise is subsumed into calm. The starry night fell, smeared with a gray blue.

Qiao Yu stared at the ceiling, tossing and turning, still unable to sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, everything that was circling in her mind was about growth and Song Qingyan.

In the middle of the night, it is the most thought-provoking. Qiao Yu unlocked the mobile phone on his side and opened the contact list, and the first one was "A Song Qingyan".

She hesitated after typing a line, and now she doesn't know if it's okay to send him a message......

She was silent for a long time, but she pressed it anyway.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

She actually didn't expect Song Qingyan to return in seconds.

"No, I saw a paper a few days ago that can solve the problem of random numbers, so I've been working overtime for the past few days. Song Qingyan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose as he sent a message, and his calm eyes were reflected in the lenses.

"Brother, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. Qiao Yu chatted with Song Qingyan so late, a little overwhelmed, "We read an essay about growth in Chinese class today, and I suddenly thought that my growth and my childhood seem to be about you." ”

Song Qingyan laughed silently, the child still has a good conscience.

"Brother, can you tell me about your childhood?"

"Huh?" Song Qingyan raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashing slightly, "What does the little kid want to know so much?"

"Brother, it's okay if you don't want to say it. Qiao Yu touched his nose, thinking that maybe not everything his brother was willing to share.

"My childhood ......" Song Qingyan paused, as if recalling something.

After a while, just when Qiao Yu thought that there would be no follow-up to this topic, a long, long piece of news came.

"Childhood may not have any concept for me, how do you define it? Maybe it was my life when I was a child...... I grew up alone, my dad had an accident, my mom had to work, I had a lot less shelter, but it may have been for me to learn to shelter others. I might be a little cold, and I'm dealing with people. But my heart is very hot, just like life has taught me to be grateful. ”

Song Qingyan did not complain, nor did he reprimand. He wrapped himself in the hardest of shells, but who knew that his broad chest contained the softest heart.

Fate kissed him with pain, but he reciprocated with a song.

Looking at Song Qingyan's news, Qiao Yu's heart tingled slightly, and she was so distressed that her toes curled up.

"So Qiao Yu, your childhood is so happy, it's all about me, you don't study hard in the future, and repay me for raising me. Song Qingyan smiled.

Qiao Yu blinked his reddish eyes, and suddenly burst into laughter. Yes, what a privilege to be his sister.

She always has a dime or two of cola candy in her pocket that no one else has; In the corner of the room was always hidden the magician whom her brother had bought her for five cents; There are many more water margin cards in the little raccoon than others, although when she was a child, she didn't know that her brother had collected a set and left it for her to bully others; Even if Mom and Dad don't allow snacks, my brother will secretly put them under her pillow like magic.

"Brother, I seem to miss you a little bit suddenly. Qiao Yu didn't dare to say it, she just secretly hoped that she could sneak a look at him on Saturday. Even hearing his voice makes her feel excited.

"Brother, we have a summer sports meeting before the final exam of this semester, there is a link with parents participating, can you come over?" Qiao Yu was a little expectant, his parents were not reluctant to come, but they were a little busy, and more importantly, Qiao Yu wanted to see his brother's strength, thinking of this, the corner of her mouth hooked up with a smile.

"When?" Song Qingyan asked.

"June 1st. Qiao Yu's face hidden behind the screen was slightly hot.

"Good. ”

Without too much embellishment, everything seems to go with the flow, like the moonlight pouring down to the floor outside the window.

That night, they didn't talk any more, and the record stayed at Song Qingyan's "Okay." ”

In fact, from the moment she wrote the essay, she recalled more than her parents, but more Song Qingyan.

A man who pretends to be strong, but is covered in wounds.

At the end of the article, Qiao Yu wrote: "'I wonder why we grew up in the wind in an instant. Those flowers, those sunsets, those simple and clear times, those bright youth, and the sorrow of youth. How the hell passed through my body, and flowed so cleanly? And I'm thankful for those times, for teaching me to grow and for teaching me how to love." ”

Qiao Yu said softly on the bed: "Brother, the world owes you, I will pay it back." ”

Looking at the faint light on the mobile phone screen, it reflected the "good" briefly but clearly in Qiao Yu's eyes.

The girl thought to herself, "I wish he would say to me for the rest of his life." Qiao Yu put her phone aside, she couldn't bear to turn it off.

A long, long time later,

Qiao Yu asked him,

"Will you marry me?"

He said

"Good. ”