Chapter 17 I Hope for the Return of the Dead

Walking out of the gate of the hospital, Jiang Che walked down the stone steps step by step, and the familiar atmosphere of the market came to his face. Without the cold light reflected off the white walls, it seemed that the sun was getting warmer. The big tree at the entrance of the hospital, which I don't know what kind of tree it was, had long since lost its leaves, leaving only a bare trunk. At first glance, it looks like the entire sky has been divided into countless pieces. On the crowded road, the proprietress who bought porridge at the entrance of the street was smiling and serving porridge to guests, even in winter, beads of sweat still appeared on the tip of her nose.

In this way, the surrounding pattern is gradually projected onto the retina. In front of him is a sidewalk, waiting for the traffic light There is also a mother and daughter, about six or seven years old, the girl has two pigtails, the red coat looks particularly conspicuous in winter, Jiang Che who raised his feet and walked to the sidewalk, his stomach suddenly made a few sounds, and then a crisp child's voice sounded, which made him a little embarrassed.

"Mom, my eldest brother's stomach is screaming as loudly as mine, do you want to eat too?"

The girl's mother glanced at Jiang Che apologetically, and pulled her daughter in a very soft voice, "Then Xin'er must have heard it wrong, it's your little belly that is screaming!" I just ate just now, and now I'm hungry again, Xin'er will be fat. ”

"Not really! When the teacher gave out snacks just now, I ate one less tart. The little girl named Xin'er took out the yellow egg tart from her schoolbag and looked up on her little face, as if waiting for her mother's praise.

"Is Xin'er willing to give it to her big brother?"

"This, this, for the big brother." Reluctantly looked at it for the last time, the girl turned her head and stretched out her hand in front of Jiang Che, as if she didn't feel distressed if she didn't look at it.

Crossing the last white line, Jiang Che turned around, the green light just stayed for five seconds, and then quickly turned red, and the three-story hospital was hidden between the tree trunks, and it was impossible to tell which window was her. Jiang Che put his hand in his trouser pocket, and there were still ten yuan and five cents left in his pocket, and it cost another seven yuan to buy porridge. I thought to myself, I don't even have to drink orange soda now.

Shrugging his shoulders, Jiang Che walked towards the school, and when he turned around, he saw the girl eating with an egg tart. Remembering that wise saying about weight loss, how can you have the strength to lose weight if you don't eat enough? Jiang Che felt that it made sense.

And where Jiang Che couldn't see, Luo Yuqing stood at the window on the left side of the third floor, looking at him on the sidewalk from a small space. She just watched as the sun stretched his back long, like a tree that had lost its leaves in winter, and was silent and sad. When he looked back, Luo Yuqing thought he had seen her, but he didn't think it would be a pair of unfocused eyes.

She felt that this time, they would never go back to the past.

……

The school bell hadn't yet rang, and there was already a sparse crowd outside the hallway. On the playground, they got together in twos and threes, mostly on topics such as how they did in the exam, and occasionally there would be one or two heart-wrenching exclamations, not knowing which question was wrong again.

Before every exam, I always hear people say don't talk to me about the answer after the exam, and I don't want to hear it. But after the exam, I listened to the words of the person with the best grades in the class, and then this is the voice.

In fact, there are many things that are not right, such as not submitting the paper in advance, in case you remember it at the last moment! However, when I saw others putting the test papers in front of the teacher, I forgot what I was told.

"Hey, I said, don't go back and forth, he must still be thinking hard about coping with the test papers, you just need to wait, you don't need to waste your energy." Zhou Bian looked at Chen Pan probing his brain in the crowd, and he was helpless to hold his head. This time, the school did not arrange the examination room according to the grades, but adopted the surname. It can be seen from this that the separation is from the north and the south.

Is he trying to figure out how liking someone can be like this? I'm not tired!

"I'm cold, it's okay to move around and warm up." Chen Pan glanced at Zhou Bian and didn't care. Although Zhou Bian has a bit of a poisonous mouth, he is still a good person.

"You're so thick from head to toe, and it's cold?" Zhou Bian shrunk his neck, with a tolerant expression.

"You have to take care of it."

"You want Jiang Che to manage it!" Zhou Bian dragged out his voice, and Chen Pan listened and wanted to hit someone.

"I'm suddenly in a state of poetry, do you want to hear it?" Zhou Bian looked at Chen Pan who walked to sit down beside him. Seventeen or eighteen years old is the best years of his life, and at this moment, a turquoise down jacket looks even more delicate and cute, with a pretty face and waist-length long hair, he fell in love with Jiang Che's wood.

Chen Pan nodded his chin and motioned for him to say.

"The rain hit the pear blossom and closed the door, forgetting the youth, mistaking the youth. Who is happy to talk about? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. ”

"Cut, just move. The next sentence is not "Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit." Chen Pan despised it.

"The Milky Way Han ......"

"Hardcore."

"Do you want to listen or not?"

"Uh, you say."

Zhou Bian stood up, walked three steps, and looked at Chen Pan carefully, Chen Pan felt a little uncomfortable, but he had to endure it when he looked very serious.

"Three or two steps away, squeezing her eyebrows and making eyes, the beauty is getting haggard." Zhou Bian twisted his waist and pinched his orchid fingers.

Chen Pan "......"

"Well, this is not a rigid copy, a rigid original."

"You're letting me take it!" Chen Pan looked at Zhou Bian with his little hand against his chin.

"Can you? Three steps. Zhou Bian was provocative, very proud, he didn't forget that he couldn't write poems and was despised by the two of them when he took the Chinese exam. Where is his language skills poor? The ancients made a poem in seven steps, and he only took three steps, which is the export chapter.

Chen Pan thought for a while, pointed to his eyes, and said. "Between the eyes, scratching his head and making a pose, Bian Liang seeks an oiran." After speaking, he found that Jiang Che was standing not far away, and quickly took a breath, pretending not to know anything, "It's not difficult!" Not even half a step. ”

"......," Zhou Bian pointed to the girl in front of him, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, which was too ruthless. Chen Pan looked at him innocently, she just told the truth, and was she wrong? Who told you to scratch your head and pose.

Jiang Che was in such a scene when he saw the two, and suddenly he understood love a little. It's not about how good that person is, it's how happy you are with that person.

He thinks that his companionship is the most affectionate confession, and he thinks that it is not the age to talk about marriage. The hesitation caused by these will only make them drift away, like a dream bubble, and the more they are depicted, only disappointment remains.

"Then I'll test you. If you can't, you'll have to promise me a condition. ”

"I don't sell my body, I can't think anything about me."

"Get out."

"Come then."

Jiang Che looked inexplicably and wanted to laugh, and walked towards the two, each time the two of them were like enemies, arguing so much that their faces were red and their necks were thick. It just so happened that he also wanted to hear what was going on.

"Southern red beans are like snowdrifts, and they can grow old a few times in spring. Last autumn, the geese flew and bent into a full moon, when did the geese return. ”

Zhou Bian's face flushed, and he couldn't answer for a long time. I can only play tricks and say, "You obviously thought about it in advance, not a temporary play, I need time." ”

"I didn't call you right, see if you can change the last sentence, I don't think the artistic conception of the last sentence is good, I'm not satisfied."

"I think it's very good, there is no better sentence than this, I don't believe it, wait until you ask Jiang Che, he must think so. If he can't answer, you have to ask him to promise you a condition," Zhou Bian approached Chen Pan and whispered, "You can sell yourself." ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

The voice rang out.

"Well, yes." Zhou Bian's head clicked quickly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, it seemed to be a boy's voice, looking at Chen Pan's expression that seemed to be smiling, he was pulled by the collar just when he wanted to run, and turned around with a smile, "Uh, when did you come." ”

"Does it matter? I don't know when I became a traitor, Zhou Huakui. Jiang Che put his arms around Zhou Bian's neck, very enthusiastic.

"That, you're a hard-to-buy Xiangfu, what is there you can't answer." Zhou Bian glared fiercely at Chen Pan, who was watching the play on the side, and hurriedly added, "It's not that the younger brother is a shallow learner, and you can't fall into the reputation of your Jiang Da talent, I am afraid that I can't help my classmates, so I made this decision, I am really ashamed, ashamed." Do you say yes, Chen Pan. As he spoke, he bowed his hands, and anyone could hear the sound of gnashing teeth.

Despite this, Chen Pan still looked at Jiang Che.

"Since it is a person who sends a wild goose, it should not be a wild goose that goes back with lovesickness, but a person. You see how it was changed to "I once hoped for the return of the deceased". ”

"Have you ever hoped for the return of the deceased?"

"Chen Pan is returning to the old man?"

"Good poetry, good poetry." Zhou Bian clapped his hands and applauded, and those who didn't know thought he was what he said.