Generally speaking, only the make-up classes in the third and third years of junior high school are tacitly accepted by parents and students, and even by the Education Bureau. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Just after the beginning of August, students returned to the school one after another, and the once quiet dormitory was once again lively. Because it was not yet a day or two before leaving school, most people stayed in the room during the day to blow the fan, and at night they went to the classroom to study together.

When Chen Chuan arrived at the school, he found that Song Jia had not yet arrived. He packed his luggage first, then picked up a broom, mop and rag and started cleaning in a hurry, and when he was sweating profusely, he found Song Jia standing at the door with a huge suitcase.

"What are you doing at the door?" Chen Chuan said casually.

Song Jia asked him to help: "You rush my slippers and throw them over, isn't it because you just finished mopping the ground," he smiled and joked: "Although I can't participate, at least I have to do it without adding to the chaos, right?" ”

It's really enlightened. Chen Chuan praised him.

In addition to clothes and books, Song Jiatuo's box contained a lot of food—milk, biscuits, refreshing sweets, and even coffee—"We're definitely going to have to stay up late," he said with great experience, "This coffee works so well that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night after drinking half a cup last time." ”

Chen Chuan looked at him like a fool: "We still have a whole year!" Are you planning to fall asleep deprivation before the college entrance examination starts? He said incredulously, "I heard that you need something to sleep on, and you have to come the other way around!" ”

"You know what!" Song Jia confidently fiddled with his can of black coffee, "This is called cherishing time." ”

In fact, throughout their senior year of high school, this can of black coffee did accompany the two of them for a long time - basically unopened in the first half of the year, but the consumption rose sharply in the second half of the year.

There was an eerie and lively atmosphere in the dormitory. The sound of tapping and tapping is someone running through the corridor with slippers, and there is a faint English language of which diligent student is memorizing the text, which just happens to be intertwined with the sound of memorizing the Chinese and the sound of frustration; There were also insolent laughter and angry swearing—most likely something was going on in some of the bedrooms; The sound of water coming from the washroom - the rattle is washing clothes, as if the sound of the waves is someone mopping; Occasionally, there is a singing voice with incomplete pentatonic tones, and it must be a certain "god of songs" who is singing loudly - usually if it is not a chorus, then it is to shut up and add the cry of pain from the god of songs.

Unlike girls' dormitories, high school boys' dormitories always have a brutal, vibrant smell. Completely different from the delicacy and quietness of the girls, the boys laughed and scolded, and they were the ones who beat each other without saying a word, and they were the ones who covered each other with brotherly righteousness.

However, for Song Jia and Chen Chuan, who only have two people in the bedroom, most of the above are impossible to achieve. Their dormitories were quiet most of the time - except for sleeping, in the dormitory, Chen Chuan was either preparing to do the questions, then he was in the middle of the questions; And Song Jia is relatively like to be lively and playful, but he is not a person who only has himself at all, on the contrary, excluding those moments when his nerves are too coarse, he is still willing to think about others.

This relatively sparse atmosphere in the boys' dormitories also results in very few people willing to come to their dorms - almost all the time you can see someone doing a problem studying, which is really stressful. Song Jia will be walking all over the floor, but as he is about to enter his third year of high school, his social activities are relatively reduced, and the dormitory has become the place where they spend most time outside the classroom.

Song Jia actually wanted to talk about money - he was always unwilling, especially when he went to Chen Chuan's house and saw the true face of so-called poverty, and he became more and more intolerant of his friends living like that. Song Jia has always been a warm and kind person, he is not an indiscriminate person, so he especially does not want his good intentions to be disappointed and rejected.

But compared to two years ago, Song Jia has indeed grown a lot—he used to unconsciously pay for Chen Chuan's fare, which seemed unworthy to him, but now he knows that what he did at that time caused a lot of trouble to his sensitive friends; Now, even if he hopes to help Chen Chuan to some extent, he will remember to try not to use cash, but this is not to say that he is unwilling to use such a method, just that he is beginning to pay attention to the timing.

He tried to speak several times, but in the end he put up with it. Song Jia subconsciously touched his pockets - fifteen hundred yuan stayed quietly inside, and finally decided to have a good talk with Chen Chuan before going to bed at night.

In the evening, Song Jia finally waited until Chen Chuan was finally willing to put away the papers--in the past few days before the school started, the school magnanimously did not implement power rationing, Chen Chuan naturally seized every opportunity to do questions and read books--and patiently waited until he finished washing up and did not climb into bed, he said to his roommate with a straight face: "Chen Chuan, I want to tell you something." ”

The August night was so hot that even the fans didn't feel much better. Chen Chuan originally planned to move a bench and sit at the door to breathe and memorize the words by the way, but seeing Song Jia's face so serious, he also subconsciously became nervous: "What's the matter?" Chen Chuan asked, and by the way, he began to guess what could make Song Jia, who had always been giggling, take it seriously like this.

Song Jia took a breath, took the money out of his pocket, and then seriously put it on the desk - Chen Chuan's face was a little unnatural the moment he saw the money, and he immediately guessed what Song Jia wanted to say, but the trouble was that it was exactly what he didn't want to say.

"I think I want to say something, you know- don't say you don't know, or I'm so angry!" Song Jia kicked the foot of the iron shelf bed sullenly, looked at Chen Chuan who was speechless, and got angry and didn't fight, and suddenly stood up and rushed to Chen Chuan with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "You are stupid!" He almost poked his finger at Chen Chuan: "Don't let someone give money!" ”

“…… That's not what I'm supposed to take. Chen Chuan spoke slowly—he understood his friend's kindness, but he really couldn't accept it—"If that's what you do, then I live in your house for nothing, should I give my uncle and aunt living expenses?" ”

Song Jia jumped to his feet in a hurry: "How can it be the same!" He frowned and lowered his voice and shouted, "Then even if we borrow this money?" ”

Chen Chuan's eyes widened, and he asked him in surprise: "Why am I borrowing so much money in a good way?" I didn't want anything. ”

Song Jia almost didn't mention it in one breath. He was almost to death by his stubborn friend. But giving up is obviously not within the scope of Song Jia's consideration. After thinking about it, he pulled a chair over and sat down, putting on a heart-to-heart posture, intending to use his rich experience and flexible brain to defeat this tenacious guy.

"Good! You don't have much to want, right? Song Jia smiled treacherously, "But we're in our third year of high school, and you can't deny that we have to buy a lot of materials, right?" ”

Chen Chuan really can't turn a blind eye to this, but he also has his own reasons and methods: "My dad said that he was going to work in our county this year, and the carpentry on the construction site is still very profitable, and," he smiled embarrassedly, "If you don't buy those messy exercise books, in fact, the school will be very sufficient." ”

"Actually, I still wanted to work in the past, but I definitely didn't have time in the third year of high school, so I gave up." Chen Chuan looked at Song Jia's widening eyes and immediately remedied, "I'll just think about it!" But where is the time in the third year of high school? ”

"You'd better just think about it." Song Jia said stupidly, "Finally, you are not stupid to the home." Then he suddenly came back to his senses: "Hey, we said it wasn't this!" Hurriedly returned to the original topic: "Don't talk to me, one thing is one case, your father is your father, we are us." ”

Chen Chuan was a little helpless: "Why am I again?" In fact, I am telling you that I really don't lack money, and I don't take this money anyway. ”

"I said I borrowed this money!" Song Jia was a little anxious.

"Then I also said that it was useless for me to borrow this money!" Chen Chuan said it again, he was actually a little annoyed - he really didn't want to continue the topic with Song Jia.

Song Jia choked. He can understand Chen Chuan's choice, but he feels that this choice is quite unwise-I don't sympathize with you, we are still friends! There's nothing wrong with friends helping each other!

Many years later, Song Jia realized that what he felt was not what he felt.

Chen Chuan looked at him helplessly: "I really can't ask for this money." Again, he emphasized: "Just because I cooked you for a month last month? But I also lived in your house for nothing, right? Zhao Mo and Fang Ping also gave their uncles and aunts living expenses-I know you want to say that your uncle didn't want it, but at least the bed was bought by their parents, right? ”

Chen Chuan felt that in the face of Song Jia, his patience was almost breaking through the sky: "I know you all have good intentions, but Song Jia, what do I have to do with this money?" ”

"Now I can still straighten my waist and say that I went to your house to eat and live for nothing because Song Jia and I are classmates and friends, but what is it if I take this money? Am I your hired cook? So that's my salary for a month? Chen Chuan's face gradually oozed blood red, he desperately suppressed the violent rise and fall of his chest, looked directly at Song Jia, who was already stunned, and said word by word: "Why? ”

Why--This is the heaviest sentence Chen Chuan has ever said to Song Jia. He is not a person who is prone to emotional intensity, and his young poor and complicated family made Chen Chuan learn to control his emotions very early. He cherishes every drop of kindness, but hates self-righteous sympathy and pity—even when the other person thinks he's hiding it well.

So Chen Chuan said loudly: "Why?!" ”