A pair of hands came over and pulled the book he was about to hold a few times, Chen Chuan raised his eyes and saw that Song Jia was standing in front of him with a straight face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The students were almost gone, and the two of them were left in the noisy classroom.

"I, I'll do it myself." Chen Chuan wanted to stretch out his hand, but he was frightened by Song Jia's eyes, and his hand stretched out and retracted.

"Go back to your dorm." Song Jia walked a few steps and found that Chen Chuan didn't follow, and he didn't know where the fire came from, so he turned around and shouted: "I didn't hear it!" ”

Chen Chuan was frightened. Hurriedly followed. He has always been bad at words, and he doesn't know what to say. In addition, Song Jia's violent behavior at night was too deterrent, and he didn't say a word on the way back to the dormitory, but he walked faster and faster, leaving Song Jia far behind.

When he arrived in the bedroom, Chen Chuan found the kettle and wanted to fetch water, and Song Jia, who was walking behind, hurried back and looked at it, and suddenly became angry: "You put the kettle down for me." ”

"I'm going to fetch water." Chen Chuan lowered his head and didn't look at Song Jia.

"I'll go."

“…… I'll go on my own. ”

Song Jia pursed her lips, and suddenly had a deeper understanding of the terrible nature of her impulsiveness. He was left in place by Chen Chuan, watching his innocently implicated roommate walk away with a water bottle, and his posture was somewhat stiff because of the pain. The boy suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"It's obviously none of his business." Song Jia muttered like this, turned around in place twice, ran up in a few steps, and snatched the kettle from Chen Chuan's hand.

This matter was so quietly forgotten by a few people. The biggest consequence was that Chen Chuan smeared safflower oil for a few days, and the smell of medicinal oil was not very good, but Song Jia, who had always been picky, didn't say anything this time, but instead helped Chen Chuan take medicine for a few days - the effect of medicinal oil is better when others help it.

As a sense of compensation, Song Jia offered to take Chen Chuan to the city center on weekends.

"You haven't been there yet, have you?" There was a little unconscious sense of superiority in his tone, Chen Chuan glanced at Song Jia, smiled and didn't say anything.

"I know you're not going back this week." Song Jia finally made a decision: "It's so decided, at least there is a snack street over there!" ”

When he was still growing his body, the lackluster meals in the canteen had already made Chen Chuan unbearable. The food finally succeeded in attracting Chen Chuan's attention, and although he repeatedly refused, Song Jia insisted on inviting him to dinner—for a reason they both knew.

There aren't many places for two boys to visit. Places like the New Century were not very attractive to them, and Song Jia even regretted taking Chen Chuan to the Liberation Monument, but fortunately, it didn't take long for Chen Chuan's eyes to light up, and he saw a building with a brown exterior decorated with several huge fonts: "Xinhua Bookstore".

So on a rare Saturday, the two of them spent a day in the bookstore. Lunch was indeed settled on the famous snack street of the Liberation Monument. Finally, when he had to go back to school, Chen Chuan was still unsatisfied, and said that he would come again if he had the opportunity in the future.

"I see you took the book and read it with relish, why didn't you buy it?" Song Jia asked completely casually.

Chen Chuan was stunned, "Ah, it's too late to study when you buy it back." He explained lightly.

Song Jia didn't ask any more. I just thought that Chen Chuan was really a good student, and he always put his studies first.

Now there are hardcover editions, set books, retro, published by a certain publishing house in a certain year, a dazzling array and so on. The first thing Chen Chuan felt when he saw it was that his eyes were not enough. As a result, as soon as he turned to the last page and saw the price, he immediately retreated.

For any book, the price is the price of a week's meal.

He stood and watched for a day, and as he left, he inserted the book back into the shelf.

Otherwise, what else can be done.

Neon flashes flashed outside the car window, flying by.

Time is scary, and it's a half-term exam soon. Zhao Mo has been battling math lately. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the exercise book in front of him with a bitter and vengeful expression, eager to stare at a hole.

Chen Chuan turned his head and sighed, "You don't want to do the question at all." ”

"You're right." Zhao Mo threw the pen on the table and stared at the ceiling with blank eyes: "I want to vomit just by seeing math now." ”

Chen Chuan turned to look at the roll in front of him, and he only felt that the words were knotted: "Because, I don't want to do English either." ”

The two of them sighed in unison.

Song Jia bit his pen and looked at Zhao Mo gloating: "It's really rare, there are things that Zhao Mo can't do." ”

"yes." Zhao Mo didn't raise his eyelids, "I know you're powerful, so you definitely don't need my history, politics, geography, and other guesses." ”

Song Jia immediately shut up.

Chen Chuan almost laughed when he heard this, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

Fang Ping happened to be doing a history question and wanted to cry without tears, and when he heard Zhao Mo say this, he hurried over: "Zhao Mo, you don't have to worry about Song Jia, as long as you have mine." ”

Chen Chuan protested: "Without mine? ”

"Anyway, if you have it, it means that Song Jia has it." Fang Ping said coldly, "In order to avoid anger, it is best to cut off all possibilities of danger." ”

Chen Chuan also shut up.

Of these four people, Zhao Mo's natural enemy is mathematics, Chen Chuan's natural enemy is English, Fang Ping's natural enemy is geography, and Song Jia's natural enemy is history.

Chen Chuan is good at mathematics, Fang Ping is good at biology and chemistry, Song Jia is good at English, and Zhao Mo is good at liberal arts.

So the three of them needed Zhao Mo much more than Zhao Mo needed them.

Before he was not divided into subjects, Zhao Mo became the last straw that saved his life every time he took the big exam. This situation did not end until after the division of the department.

"Language, History, Politics, Geography, and English are ranked first, first, fourth, and seventh respectively." Chen Chuan looked at the report card in his hand, and couldn't help but glance up at Zhao Mo when he said this, "The rankings of mathematics, chemistry, biology, and physics are respectively," he opened his mouth, still feeling that he couldn't read it.

"Last place, fourth from the bottom, thirty-fourth, seventh from the bottom." Song Jia took the report card from Chen Chuan's hand and looked at it over and over again, "You are really extreme." ”

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's going to be separated." Zhao Mo didn't care at all, "At that time, there will be no physics, no chemistry, and no biology." ”

"But there's math, right?" Chen Chuan accurately poked Zhao Mo's death hole.

Zhao Mo rarely refuted. He buried his head in his hands, "Don't remind me, let me forget for a while." ”

"I just went to the office, the math teacher is waving Zhao Mo's paper, and the Chinese teacher is also waving Zhao Mo's paper." Fang Ping sighed, "Then the teachers in the entire office were saying that they must take Chen Chuan's roll back to their class as a model." ”

"What kind of model?" Chen Chuan was a little curious.

"In terms of models in both good and bad senses, his volumes are very qualified." Song Jia defined.

Zhao Mo glared at Song Jia.

Chen Chuan did well in the exam. Except for the dangerous English that has just passed, all other subjects are within the top 15 in the class, and mathematics is the first in the class. Because it is not too outrageous like Zhao Mo, the total score is slightly higher than Zhao Mo.

Song Jia and Fang Ping's grades have always been excellent, although Zhao Mo's deviation value is too extreme, but fortunately, there are many subjects that can pull points, so that the grade rankings of the four people can be regarded as visible.

Halfway through October, even in the hot southern Sichuan, the weather is gradually cooling. Although it was still green as far as the eye could see, the color was no longer the verdant and exuberant green of the hot summer, but became deeper and deeper, and looked gloomy in the early morning and evening mist, like the sky, the silent accumulation of stratus clouds, which heralded the arrival of the season of autumn rains.

Scheduled to go home this weekend. Getting out of the crowded minibus, Chen Chuan took a big breath, tightened the strap of his schoolbag, and turned back to look behind him - it was the time when the rice fields were lively, and in the hilly southern Sichuan, the peasants still continued the tradition of thousands of years, and both strong labor and sickles were indispensable. Agricultural mechanization was at least in 2002, which is still very far away for small villages in southern Sichuan.

Before he reached the foot of the yellow kudzu tree in front of his house, Chen Chuan heard a lot of commotion at the door, and seemed to hear the voices of his relatives on his mother's side. His heart tightened, and he hurried home.

As soon as she ran into the yard, Chen Chuan's grandmother, who was sitting on the low bench at the door, saw that she was an old lady who didn't clean herself up very much, her gray hair was tied in a bunch at the back of her head like a young girl, and she was less than sixty years old, and she was considered young in the township. Chen Chuan's grandmother wiped the scattered forehead hair and shouted in a rough voice: "Chuan Wa'er, are you back?" ”

Chen Chuan stopped, he looked at it a little bewildered - his father Chen Aiguo was squatting in the corner and smoking, the cigarette butts on the ground and the spicy smoke in the air showed that the time was not short; The third aunt occupied the only bench in the yard, and several people did not have a good face on their faces, especially the third aunt Chen Chuan, who pursed the corners of her mouth, the black and white fish bubbles were edema, her eyes were turned up, her mouth was flattened, her face was tense, and she was very unhappy with her hands crossed on her chest.

"Grandma......" finally he shouted timidly.

"Chuan Wa'er, you go outside to play." Chen Aiguo squatted in the corner and smoked, glanced up at his son, and said sullenly: "By the way, go cut some pigweed and come back." ”

Chen Chuan's grandmother jumped up almost immediately, she jumped to the gate of the courtyard and grabbed her grandson's wrist and dragged him hard, "Don't go, that's, he should hear it!" The old man held Chen Chuan's hand extremely hard, but Chen Chuan didn't dare to struggle. The elderly woman stubbornly shouted at her son-in-law: "Maybe he shouldn't know if his mother is alive or dead?" ”

"What's wrong with my mother?" Chen Chuan panicked when he heard that his mother was in trouble, he struggled hard, took his hand out of his grandmother's hand, and asked his father before he even had time to put his schoolbag: "Didn't you say that my mother was in the hospital?" ”

"Hospital, hospital asks for money!" Grandma spat on the ground, and sat back on the bench slowly—the third aunt gave her half of the bench—and slapped the stool loudly, and the hair tied back of her head was scattered, and the expression of her eyebrows and eyes was really vicious.

"Your dad is so calculating, he can't even score it if he wants to!" Chen Chuan's grandmother shouted first, and then pulled her fingers and said, "I just want to rely on our mother's house (mother's house)!" Let me tell you Chen Aiguo, my female doll has suffered with you for decades, and she has endured all the hardships in the world, but now, it is not so simple! You want to dump people now, I tell you, you can't do it! You immortal board is going to be hit by thunder, let me tell you, you can't get rid of it! ”