On an autumn day on campus, it was getting dark, and there were few cars in the bicycle shed, so Beichen put on a backpack and pushed the bicycle out of the shed. The lights on the side of the campus path came on, and he yawned and stepped into his bike.

"Beichen, Beichen, you wait for me." He Beichen looked over for the sound and saw that Yan Yu was unlocking in the carport.

"Eucalyptus, what? You didn't leave either? Bei Chen looked at him with some joy, "Let's go together." ”

They rode out of the campus, the huge streets with few pedestrians, and the dim lights hit the golden ginkgo leaves, which swayed in the evening breeze and dropped a few from time to time.

"How are you doing?" Beichen's hair showed a faint light and shadow in the light.

"Make do with it." Yan Yu pretended to be deep, "Tan Yufan, Nizi, her temper is too explosive, I can't afford to provoke it." I'll sit down with you, and you'll still be able to cover me. ”

Beichen felt amused, "I have a good temper, and I am good at being bullied." ”

"You mean Yao Liang." The corners of Yan Yan's mouth were very big, Bei Chen had never seen such a cute boy laughing, "Liang is actually not bad, but his temper is a little stubborn." ”

"I don't understand why he's targeting me for everything." Beichen shook his head, "He always gloats, wishing I was unlucky." ”

"Hmm." Yan Yan sighed, "Who let you study so well and look so handsome, it's strange that he is not jealous of you." ”

"No, I don't." Bei Chen smiled embarrassedly, "I'm not much better than him." ”

"Xuanfan, how is she doing?" Beichen misses her the most.

"Xuanfan?" Yan Yan clenched the handle of the bicycle, "It's still the same, if you want to die or not, you know to hold her broken camera every day." ”

Beichen thought that she should be pleasantly surprised when he returned the memory card to Xuan Fan. He seemed to see the girl's ecstatic look and smiled unconsciously.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Yan glanced at Bei Chen, who was smirking.

"No, nothing." Bei Chen said, still unable to close his mouth.

"You kid, it's so strange, there must be something hiding from me." Yan Yan moved closer to Beichen.

"What can I hide from you?" Beichen didn't plan to reveal about the memory card.

The street lamp stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and their hearty laughter could be heard on the red brick road.

"I've arrived." Yan stopped his car at a grocery store.

"So your house is here." He Beichen looked thoughtfully at the shop in front of him.

"Of course." Yan Yu looked quite proud, "I'm a cornucopia of snacks, I have everything." Tell me what you want to eat. ”

"I don't have anything I want to eat." Beichen stepped off the bike, "It's not that you don't know, I don't like snacks." ”

"You're really from Mars, it's good to give me a big bill, and let me bring her milk and bread on a monthly basis." Yan Yu parked her bicycle in front of the store, "I brought her all kinds of bread from our house, and she still couldn't get tired of eating it." ”

"Doesn't she eat in the morning?" Bei Chen asked with some concern.

"You don't know her yet." Yan Yu was a little tired, "I go to school every day, I am so sleepy, how can I have time to eat breakfast." Every day, I had breakfast in the morning reading class, and then lay on the table for a while. ”

Bei Chen's eyes became deep, "Then you go home, I'll go." ”

"Well, bye-bye." Yan Yan waved his hand at him, and watched Beichen disappear into the night.

Without Yan Eucalyptus' company, Beichen sped up. He rode so fast that he felt a cool breeze on his back, and his uniform was close to his back. And so he flew home like the wind.

"You're back? It's late today, hurry up and hurry up and finish your homework early. Xie Lan sat on the sofa as always, watching Southern Weekly.

"Mom, I'm tired, I want to take a hot shower first." Beichen weakly took off his school uniform and changed into loose pajamas.

"What's the matter with you? You don't know how to take a shower on weekends and wash on Mondays, what kind of nerves do you make? ”

Beichen ignored the woman, but went straight to twist the switch of the water heater.

"Okay, if you want to wash it quickly, don't waste time." Xie Lan grabbed a handful of melon seeds on the coffee table and swallowed them.

Hot water was poured on Beichen's head, running down his hair and dripping down his chest. He just stood quietly, surrounded by heat, and felt incomparably comfortable.

Little by little, the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion was washed away by the hot water, and he felt an incomparable silence when the tired coat was removed. When he was about to run out of energy, a quarter of an hour's rest would revive him with full blood.

Beichen rubbed his hair vigorously, and covered every piece of skin with soap.

"Beichen, are you alright?" Xie Lan glanced at the clock on the wall and urged.

"Come on, Mom. I'll rush out as soon as I do. He tilted his head, hot water running down his cheeks to his neck and down to the soles of his feet. Beichen washed away the bubbles on his body in a few clicks.

"Hurry up." Xie Lan nagged tirelessly.

"Alright." Beichen turned off the bath head and began to wipe himself with a bath towel. Before he could dry it, he simply walked out wrapped in a bath towel, and water was still dripping from his hair.

"I have put Southern Weekly on your table, and in every issue of the newspaper in the future, you must summarize and summarize the hot spots and key points of the current situation. Summarize it yourself in a notebook and use it as composition material. Xie Lan walked out of Beichen's study.

"I see, Mom." Beichen put on his nightgown.

"Look at what you wrote in your essay last week, you have to think without thinking, you have to write without writing. I can't find a few factual arguments throughout. Xie Lan frowned.

"You don't read newspapers and periodicals in vain, and you have to remember the accumulated material. If your essay this week is mediocre again, you will rewrite it until it meets my requirements. ”

"Yes." Bei Chen's slightly stretched body sat down at the desk again.

"You don't want to do anything else now. First of all, I summarized the hot spots of the current affairs of the Southern Weekly, and when I finished writing, I handed it over. I'm waiting for you on the couch. Xie Lan dragged his slippers and left.

Beichen yawned and took out a pen from his pencil case. Flipping through his notebook and starting to do the accumulation work, he skimmed through the newspapers and magazines, sifting through the useful information points.

When I started to write, the calluses on my hands were aching from writing. The shallow autumn wind, hiding a bit of the residual temperature of late summer, slowly blows through the window to Beichen.

The alarm clock on the desk turned tirelessly, Bei Chen was swept up by sleepiness, his long eyelashes drooped, and the moonlight gently flowed on his clear side face, casting a faint silhouette.

His broad chest rose and fell regularly, perhaps because he was very tired, and his angular face revealed a hint of loveliness without the usual coldness. His right hand was still holding the pen, leaving a scratch on the notebook.

"Beichen, have you finished writing? Take it. Xie Lan was also sleepy, covering his mouth and yawning. Beichen. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Xie Lan put down the book in his hand and walked towards the study.

Beichen lay quietly on the desk, breathing evenly. The way he falls asleep is even more fascinating.

Xie Lan sighed and knocked on his son's desk. But Beichen slept very hard, so he didn't bother him. The woman pushed him hard.

Bei Chen's brows were tightly locked, but he couldn't open his eyes. He struggled to prop up his desk, his eyes half-covered and half-closed.

"Stand up and write." Xie Lan commanded sharply.

Bei Chen's movements were unusually slow, and he stumbled to his feet, "Please, let me sleep for a while, is it okay?" His eyes were bloodshot.

"Have you accomplished your mission for today?" Xie Lan glanced at the alarm clock on the desk again, "I don't have any sense of time at all." Stand and write, I'll accompany you, when you finish writing, when we go to bed. ”

Xie Lan's stubbornness made Beichen helpless, and he walked towards the bathroom.

"Why are you going?"

"I'll go to the bathroom and wash my face." Bei Chen's expression was extremely silent.

The wind rises, the night is deep, but there are no stars on such a night, and the sky is very dark and pure.

Beichen quickly wiped his face and returned to the study, he didn't have time to complain, stood on the side of the desk, and picked up the pen again.

Xie Lan sat on the sofa facing the study, reading some classical texts as always. Bei Chenqiang cheered up, and his brain began to work tenaciously again. At first, he was sluggish, and then he wrote faster and faster.

Seeing that the words on the notebook were crooked, he simply threw the black notebook on the desk and leaned down.

Xie Lan looked at the lengthy ancient texts and yawned one after another.

"Mom, it's so late, you can go to bed first. I'm done, and you'll check it again tomorrow morning. Beichen heard his mother's yawn and persuaded her.

Xie Lan came to his senses, "It's okay, you can write it, I'll accompany you." ”

Seeing Xie Lan's insistence, Bei Chen stopped talking. Lean over the desk and continue writing. He could no longer get tired, staring at the newspapers, quickly searching for useful information. After another half hour, he stopped writing.

"Mom, I'm done." Bei Chen felt a sense of relief, "Take a look, is there anything you want to add?" ”

He walked over with his notebook, and saw his mother tilting her head, her eyes closed, her long hair loosening, covering her cheeks on both sides, Xie Lan at this time lost the appearance of Yan's mother, only a gentle face.

Beichen silently walked to the front of the large wardrobe, opened the door of the wardrobe, and took out a small beige blanket from inside. He came to his mother and gently placed the blanket on top of hers.

He looked at his sleeping mother and tiptoed back to the study, completely sleepy. I opened my school bag, took out my textbook, and continued to do my homework.

The night was darker, the room was unusually silent, and the lights in the opposite building were extinguished. On nights like this, he is accompanied only by the incandescent lamp above his head and the coffee cup in the corner of the table.

The tip of Beichen's pen rubbed quickly on the paper, leaving lines of handwriting.

Xie Lan's head tilted even lower, and she slid off the sofa, she was stunned for a moment, and she was a little sober. I saw my son sitting upright at his desk, and I didn't notice me.

She lowered her head slightly, and saw the blanket on her body, which was a little warmer. Xie Lan sat up, and the notebook that was originally placed on the sofa fell to the ground, and the slight sound attracted Bei Chen's attention.

"Mom, you're awake." Bei Chen stood up from his desk, "Take a look, are there any omissions in my summary?" ”

Xie Lan picked up Bei Chen's notebook and carefully checked it line by line, "There are no omissions, but your summary is too redundant and has no sense of logic." It needs to be a little more concise, and you should mark what kind of subject matter the event can be used for. Not detailed enough. ”

"Okay, I see, I'll revise it again." Beichen took the notebook and returned to the study.

"Stand up and write, or you'll fall asleep again in a while." Xie Lan taught his son not to be soft-hearted at all.

Bei Chen began the second induction, and Xie Lan paced in the living room, for fear that he would fall asleep again.

The fine moonlight sprinkled on the floor through the window lattices of the living room, and the starless night, the gentle evening breeze brought a trace of coolness. The hour hand of the clock turned another notch, but the mother and son did not bother to rest.