Jiang Futing turned to the last page he wrote, and felt that the green tendons on his forehead were about to jump up, he pinched his eyebrows, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and stretched out his hand to the person in front of him: "Your notebook." ”

"Oh." Yang Linsheng flipped through a pile of books and test papers that he had messed up with, and finally turned out a book.

When Jiang Futing took it, he found that the notebook was not new, and it also memorized some of the contents of the first year of high school, and a notebook could be new like this in three years, this person is also very powerful.

The content of the previous note was almost miserable, and there were even messy graffiti drawings, he didn't bother to look at them, so he turned them directly from the back and tore off a few scraps of graffiti in the back.

While looking at what Yang Linsheng had just written, he took the pen and began to pick out the formulas he didn't know, and wrote them down neatly in the notebook.

When he finished writing, he realized that it was no different from having him write all the formulas by himself.

Jiang Futing put an asterisk in front of the necessary formulas before returning the book to him: "These final exams must be remembered." I will do random inspections from time to time. ”

Yang Linsheng flipped through what he wrote, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it wasn't too much.

After he read the formula a few times, Jiang Futing spread his hand to him again and said, "Homework." ”

Yang Linsheng stiffened for a moment, feeling that the whole person was frozen, and just smiled at the person in front of him with a cold expression.

"Didn't write it?" Jiang Futing's tone was obviously very displeased.

Yang Linsheng continued to smile, and said with a strong desire to survive: "Write immediately!" ”

Jiang Futing took a deep breath, he thought that Yang Linsheng would write a little bit no matter how much he scummed, but it would depend on him writing his homework, and the plan to make up the class was completely disrupted, and he kept tapping his index finger on the table.

He looked at the time again, "Write English first, one hour." ”

Yang Linsheng saw that he didn't study deeply, so he quickly pulled out the English scroll with relief, pulled his face that was more painful than just now, and buried it in the scroll and worked hard to write.

There were hardly many people in the store in an afternoon, even during the rush hour of about three o'clock, and they had five tables at the same time, and then left one by one every hour.

It wasn't until after half past four that the wind chimes rang in front of the store.

The outside vision darkened unconsciously, and when you looked up, you would see that the clouds were dyed with a faint layer of red that extended into the distance, blending with the ink blue in the distance.

"The main features of cellular senescence." In the corner of the café, there was a deep, cold voice from a boy.

This kind of spot check of you asking me and answering Jiang Futing has been going on for half an hour, and the person in front of him is stuck at every turn, and he hums there for a long time like a malfunctioning robot when he recalls two sentences, and when he can't recite it, the previous sentence can be repeated at least five or six times.

"Water decreases, cells shrink, they become smaller, and metabolism slows down." Yang Linsheng was quite slippery at first, and then slowed down as expected: "Some..."

"Some...... Some...... Yes. ”

Jiang Futing put down the book of the plan in his hand vigorously, "What's the matter?" ”

"What's going down or down?" Yang Linsheng was stunned by this "snap" and blurted out.

"You ask me?" Jiang Futing glanced at him.

"I just came up with it, and I was scared of you, okay?" Yang Linsheng couldn't help but exclaimed aggrievedly.

Jiang Futing flipped through a red notebook to him: "Which one hasn't forgotten?" ”

"Me." Yang Linsheng was choked by what he said, and smiled flatteringly: "You remind me again, just one word." ”

"Enzymes." Jiang Futing succinctly spit out a word.

"No?" Yang Linsheng looked at him inexplicably, "What's nothing?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his gaze was so cold that it was about to turn into an ice pick and poke straight at the door of his head, and he hurriedly continued to murmur tremblingly: "No... Nope..."

Nothing!

Jiang Futing still stared at him motionlessly.

Yang Linsheng suddenly realized this, and slapped the table: "No! Enzyme! I see, some enzymes are less active. ”

"Go on." Jiang Futing retracted his dangerous gaze at this time, and his patience was almost exhausted by Yang Linsheng.

My eyes unconsciously glanced out of the window, and the street lamps on the side of the road had begun to light up, dotting this somewhat old street corner, and the dark and cold city was once again fainted with warm yellow spots.

There were a lot more people on the street than in the afternoon, and the traffic was bustling by, probably because of the rush hour, but it didn't last long.

Most of the people in the old city are working in the factory, and the people who can stick to this will go to work are good, and most of them have begun to return to their hometowns one month after the first month, at least after the fifteenth day of the first month of the new year.

Although the eyes stayed outside, the ears were listening to the stumbling endorsement of the person opposite: "Breathing slows, the nucleus enlarges, the chromatin solidifies, staining-"

Yang Linsheng kept dragging the tail note until the last word, and after he couldn't drag it out, he went up directly and changed to a higher octave tone.

Jiang Futing frowned at him again, too lazy to delay with him any longer, and reminded directly: "Deepen." He paused before adding, "This is a heavy sentence." ”

Yang Linsheng nodded hurriedly, and obviously slipped a lot when he was reloaded.

Jiang Futing continued to shake the scenery outside, and at this moment, a short, out of place figure appeared in the crowded crowd at the intersection.

If you don't look closely, you won't notice it at all, it's a mature and slightly haggard face, next to the people next to it is only half the height of others, hidden in the flow of people and difficult for people to notice.

But Jiang Futing still recognized it very quickly at a glance.

Guo Yanfang looked a little abrupt when he sat there, as if he had staggered a space with these people who were laughing and chatting on the side. And he stared there

With the signal light, his expression was stiff and numb, and his whole person was shrouded in gray death.

Why is he there?

Jiang Futing couldn't help but focus on him, and even the endorsements of the people on the side were a little careless.

Jiang Futing couldn't say anything about Guo Yanfang's feelings, but during the time of Xu Ping's memory, everything he heard, saw, and perceived was as if it had happened to him.

Including the moment he found out that Guo Yanfang was smashed for Xu Ping, the shocking and turbulent emotions in his heart seemed to belong to him.

At the moment when he saw the figure on the other side of the road, Jiang Futing's heart instinctively flooded with a sense of guilt similar to Xu Ping's, or an inexplicable involvement.

"Hey! Jiang Futing! ”

Yang Linsheng's rough voice suddenly came from his eardrums, which shook his ears and hurt when Jiang Futing turned around, he was still standing and bending over to his seat.

"Be quiet." He reminded coldly.

"You just ignored me! Thanks to the fact that there is no one in the store, you think I am willing to howl, my throat is not uncomfortable. Yang Linsheng sat back aggrievedly and muttered.

Jiang Futing didn't care what he said, only to see that the green light outside was on again, and the wheelchair was slowly moving towards this side, quickly standing up and tidying up the table: "That's it here today, see you in the classroom at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon." ”

Yang Linsheng was puzzled by his sudden and hurried action, but when he thought that he was finally liberated today, he was also happy: "Then see you tomorrow!" ”

"See you tomorrow." Jiang Futing packed up his things and walked outside the store without looking back.

Guo Yanfang pushed the wheelchair very slowly, the road was only halfway through, and the time was no longer enough, when Jiang Futing looked carefully, he was sure that Guo Yanfang was really the only one, and there was no one to accompany him.

Before the red light came on, he strode over and looked at the person sitting on the chair, the coldness in his eyes seemed to melt: "Hello." ”

Guo Yanfang raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, and then showed a sudden expression: "Ah, it's you, the young man who came to my house two times ago." ”

"It's me." Jiang Futing walked around behind him, grabbed his wheelchair and pushed him to the side of the road.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the department store, he saw Yang Linsheng coming out of the mall slowly, his schoolbag half-hung on the side, holding the unfinished croissant in his hand, chewing something in his mouth and looking at him with some surprise: "Eh, why are you back again?" ”

As he spoke, he noticed the person pushing in front of Jiang Futing, and became even more curious: "Who is this?" From time to time, those eyes looked at Guo Yanfang's empty footsteps.

It's not the first time Guo Yanfang has received this kind of probing gaze, just like he is an anomaly, these people look at him with sympathy or pity, in short, they never look at the eyes of a normal person, and he can't adapt to it.

When Yang Linsheng looked over, he couldn't help but lower his head, and there was a faint broken light flowing from his eyes.

"My friend." Jiang Futing said without evasion, and Guo Yanfang's shoulders trembled lightly without a trace.

"Oh." Yang Linsheng is a person who lacks roots and tendons, Jiang Futing's eyes are as if he can't see them, he glances back and forth a few more times, and then pats him on the shoulder, pretending to be vicissitudes of life and understanding the righteousness:

"I'll just say how you let me go so easily, take good care of your friends."

Jiang Futing simply "entrusted" and sent Yang Linsheng away with his eyes.

Then with his head down, he looked at the person in the wheelchair.

Guo Yanfang was still staring at the direction Yang Linsheng left, his eyes were full of remembrance, envy, and sadness.

"Why did you come out alone?" After Jiang Futing withdrew his gaze, he pushed him and asked.

When I walked, the chilly breeze kept blowing in my face, and the stench of the wheelchair was swept up. Jiang Futing was still a little accustomed to frowning at first, and his nose became numb after smelling too much.

And the smell on Guo Yanfang's body is not as bad as it was a week ago, and he can get out of bed now, which means that the bedsores are somewhat controlled.

The person in front of him didn't answer him right away, just sighed lightly.

"When will Guo Changhuan pick you up?" Jiang Futing changed the topic and continued to ask.

Guo Yanfang's back tensed, then he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if he wanted to vomit out the dullness and pain that had accumulated for decades.

Jiang Futing already knew the result, she couldn't come, probably busy with work or something.

"Take a walk, I'll send you back." For Guo Yanfang's words, Jiang Futing was surprisingly patient and tireless in taking care of him.

If it is true, Xu Ping will definitely be like this, and ...... It should be better than doing it yourself.

Guo Yanfang slowly opened his mouth at this time, because he had coughed for too long, his voice was hoarse: "No need, I see that you are still a student, so it is too troublesome for you." ”

"No trouble." Jiang Futing said without hesitation, pushed him into the mall, and walked slowly.

(End of chapter)