Paper Plane

For nearly a week, Yang Xuan didn't play at home.

Yang Chengchuan was quite concerned about the affairs of Tang Xiaonian's mother and son, and quickly completed the transfer procedures for Tang Junhe, and even found a job for Tang Xiaonian in a public institution not far from home.

Tang Xiaonian had no objection, accepted the new life Yang Chengchuan arranged for him, and within a few days went to work with his bag.

Tang Junhe remembered that his mother Tang Xiaonian was not like this before. When he was very young, every time Yang Chengchuan handed over money, Tang Xiaonian would reach out to take it first, and then throw it in his face fiercely. Later, Yang Chengchuan learned to be smarter, and secretly hid the money under the floor mat at the door, and then called Tang Xiaonian to tell Tang Xiaonian that everything would be fine, but he didn't expect Tang Xiaonian to open the door when he came next time With a small slit, only one hand was stretched out, and the wad of money was slammed into Yang Chengchuan's face.

It seems that from a certain point, when Yang Chengchuan handed over the money again, Tang Xiaonian accepted it silently. After accepting his money, it is naturally not easy to scold him. After all, taking advantage of others, this saying also worked on Tang Xiaonian.

It probably started from that "dongchuang incident"... Tang Junhe sat at the dining table, eating, and thinking about the past with confidence.

The other two people at the dinner table have obviously adapted to this unharmonious reorganized family, and they are discussing Tang Junhe's transfer.

"It's all done. I'll send them to school on the first day of school." Although Yang Chengchuan, who is almost young, still looks decent, he can't hide the showy tone that is typical of middle-aged men in his speech. In a class, the teachers are all the top-notch teachers in the No. 1 Middle School. All the well-connected parents in the city will squeeze their children into this class. "

"Didn't it mean that Xiaoxuan's grades were not good?" Tang Xiaonian asked nonchalantly while eating the food, "How can I get into this class?"

"Hey, that kid used to have good grades in junior high school, but later he missed the senior high school entrance examination because of his mother's affairs. No school can accept him without high school entrance examination scores. He happened to have won the ranking in the previous city sports meeting, so I entrusted someone to give it to him. I made up a quota for a special sports student, so I barely squeezed in."

It turned out that Yang Xuan was a sports student. When Tang Junhe heard them discussing Yang Xuan's matter, he drew his attention back.

"His mother used to be a middle school teacher and had a good relationship with the head of the department. The head of the department knew Xiaoxuan's situation, so he assigned him a place for sports students in this class. It's just that this kid didn't live up to it. After entering high school, he refused I've learned it, and now I'm really a sports student." Yang Chengchuan became angry and his face became a little ugly as he spoke.

Tang Xiaonian listened silently without expressing his opinion.

"Jun He is still promising, and his grades can still be so good after jumping the first level." Yang Chengchuan turned his face to Tang Junhe, his face was slightly pale, and said with a smile, "After you move here, you may still be able to influence your brother. In the future You two are in the same class, no matter in life or study, you take care of each other and make progress together, ah."

As Yang Chengchuan spoke, he spoke in an official accent, which made Tang Junhe feel an uncontrollable feeling of disgust.

Tang Junhe didn't answer, took a spoonful of soup with a spoon, and drank it in small sips.

"I don't understand manners at all. I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?" Tang Xiaonian tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks.

"I heard." Tang Junhe said.

"Children in the rebellious period are like this." Yang Chengchuan was a little embarrassed by his ignorance, and laughed dryly, trying to make up for himself.

After a moment of embarrassing silence, Tang Xiaonian asked again: "Xiaoxuan hasn't come back these days, where does he live?"

"With one of his classmates, he's also a son of a bitch. He hangs around every day, and he's not in good shape."

Tang Xiaonian lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Maybe it's because Jun He and I are here, he feels uncomfortable."

Yang Chengchuan seemed not to want to talk about Yang Xuan's affairs, so he said with a straight face: "Don't worry about him, he doesn't like to come back and no one will beg him."

"I mean..." Tang Xiaonian paused, and finally said what had been circling in her mind for the past few days, "If he feels uncomfortable, why don't he live in the school for a while after school starts? He wants to come back, so anytime..."

Before she finished speaking, Tang Junhe interrupted coldly: "I also want to live on campus."

Tang Xiaonian froze for a moment, then lowered his face, and deliberately suppressed his anger and asked, "What school do you live in?"

Tang Junhe put the chopsticks on the table, looked at Tang Xiaonian's face and said, "I feel uncomfortable."

"I didn't do anything for you since you were young? You live on campus," Tang Xiaonian became agitated immediately, "Do you have the ability to live on campus?"

"Okay, okay, I can't live anymore," Yang Chengchuan saw Tang Xiaonian's inner calculations, and also saw Tang Junhe's dislike for him, so he persuaded him indifferently, "Everything is here. Let’s live at home, no matter how uncomfortable it is, it’s still a home.”

"I'm done." Tang Junhe stood up, got up and went back to the room. At the last second before turning around, he received Tang Xiaonian's stare of reproach, probably because he felt that he was a white-eyed wolf, he thought.

Tang Junhe sat back at the desk, and continued to do the Mathematical Olympiad questions that he hadn't finished in the morning.

For him, being a good student is not for the sake of getting ahead, honoring his ancestors, or even living a decent life in the future. There is only one purpose—to leave here, go far away, and never come back.

Tang Xiaonian's voice was faintly heard outside: "He is sometimes ignorant, and he never needs me to worry about his studies. He still had the opportunity to represent the school in the city's Olympiad in junior high school, if it wasn't for..."

Hypocritical, Tang Junhe thought, how did Tang Xiaonian become like this.

Or maybe Tang Xiaonian has been like this from the beginning. Even taking his name, you can see Tang Xiaonian's ambition to compete, and to skip a grade... When Tang Xiaonian relied on his relationship to make Tang Junhe skip a grade, what he thought was nothing more than Yang Chengchuan's eldest son That's all.

Speaking of it, Tang Junhe vaguely remembers that he seems to have heard the saying that Yang Xuan had good grades before... It seems that Tang Xiaonian told him specifically in the year when he skipped a grade, the purpose was just to make him feel better Just a little bit. But it's been a long time, and he didn't hear it in his heart at that time, and he can't remember clearly now.

He is Tang Xiaonian's only source of conversation with others, and the days when the report card of each semester is sent out is when Tang Xiaonian is most elated.

Tang Junhe knew all these things, he knew better than anyone else the vanity and hypocrisy of his mother Tang Xiaonian, but he was also the one who had the least position to accuse Tang Xiaonian.

***

On the afternoon of the last day of the winter vacation, Feng Bo yelled and called a few classmates to come home and copy homework together. The gate guards in the community are strictly guarded, and you can't get in without swiping your card. Yang Xuan and Feng Bo had lunch in the restaurant downstairs, and then stood by the side of the road waiting for those people to come.

The appointed time was 1:30 p.m., and with ten minutes to go, Ying Hui arrived first.

"Yo yo, I even put on some make-up to meet Brother Xuan." Feng Bo joked as soon as he saw Ying Hui, "I'll take a photo of you and send it to the homeroom teacher's phone."

"Would you like me to take a picture of you when you copy my homework later?" Ying Hui countered without showing any weakness.

Ying Hui stood next to Yang Xuan when she arrived, she was not very tall, she only reached his chin. She is quite attractive, which can be seen from the passers-by who turn their heads frequently.

Ying Hui stood beside Yang Xuan, looking for something to chat with him, but couldn't think of a good topic for a while, so she could only ask dryly, "Have you eaten?"

Yang Xuan leaned against the telegraph pole and let out an embarrassing "hmm".

"What are you eating?" Ying Hui continued her efforts and asked again.

Yang Xuan raised his arm, pointed backward with his thumb, and lazily said, "That one."

"Oh," Ying Hui was not discouraged, and asked this meaningless topic, "Is it delicious?"

Yang Xuan said succinctly: "It's okay." After speaking, he looked at the few people who came behind, "Are you almost here? Let's go?"

"It's all set, let's go." Feng Bo waved his arms, "Let's go, brothers!" After speaking, he glanced at Ying Hui again, "And that...sisters!"

When Ying Hui stopped talking to Yang Xuan, the coyness in her body disappeared: "Let's go, Sister Feng will lead the way!"

A group of people crossed their shoulders and walked to the entrance of the community. Feng Bo took out his trouser pockets, and then howled: "Damn!"

He hurriedly took out his left and right trouser pockets, and turned to Yang Xuan with a mournful face: "Brother Xuan, did you bring the keys..."

"Didn't you say you brought it when you went out?" Yang Xuan looked at him speechlessly.

"I was wrong..." Feng Bo wanted to cry, "I'm sorry everyone..."

"You're not going to KFC again, are you?!" Wang Xingchun's tone was clearly displeased.

"Hey," Chen Hao, who was next to him, patted him on the back, "Let's not talk about chicken, civilized you and me."

"The school belle is here, can you restrain yourself?" Wang Xingchun waved his hand away.

"Then what should we do? Where are we going?" Ying Hui still stood beside Yang Xuan, waiting for the opinions of the others.

"My mother is at home..." A paw was raised.

"My grandpa came to my house..." The other paw was raised again.

Feng Bo thought for a while, then bumped Yang Xuan with his shoulder: "Hey, brother Xuan, why don't you go to your house?"

Yang Xuan glanced at him and said calmly, "You don't know what's going on in my house?"

"Go when you know it," Feng Bo said enthusiastically, "Let's go together, San'er is so mad, and take a look at what San'er's son looks like, I heard he was transferred to our class?"

"If there's anything to see, it's disturbing to watch, so don't go."

"It's really strange, that's your house," Feng Bo added fuel to the fire, "Why is it that you've been kicked out of this situation?"

"What? What's wrong?" Ying Hui asked Feng Bo curiously.

"Brother Xuan's father married San'er back, and San'er brought a small oil bottle, the two of them worked together," Feng Bo made a push gesture with both hands on his chest, "Just let Brother Xuan Kicked out of the house."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yang Xuan warned him with his eyes.

Feng Bo fell silent and shrugged his shoulders at Ying Hui.

"Come on, let's make room for Brother Xuan," Chen Hao waved his arms, "Being kind to the bad guys is being cruel to yourself. Let's go, I've been to Yang Xuan's house, I know where it is."

Several people were clamoring to go, but Yang Xuan didn't say anything, and let them go.

The temperature dropped suddenly a few days ago, it just snowed, and it cleared up again these days, the unmelted snow piled up on the side of the road, looking dirty and disgusting.

Several people went upstairs, walked to the door of Yang Xuan's house, and stepped aside automatically, waiting for Yang Xuan to come to open the door. Yang Xuan stepped forward, took out the key, bent slightly, lowered his head and opened the lock.

As soon as the door was opened, the heat in the room rushed in. Several people were silent in a tacit understanding.

There was no one in the living room, it was quiet, except for Yang Xuan's room, there was another room with the door locked.

Feng Bo and Chen Hao looked around the other rooms, then turned their heads and said to Yang Xuan in a low voice, "There seems to be no one in these rooms?"

Yang Xuan had already sat on the sofa, and said in a normal voice: "I don't know, the cup is on the table, whoever wants to drink water pours it himself."

"Hey, who is this room?" Feng Bo pointed to the closed door.

Yang Xuan took a sip of water and put the cup back on the table: "Who else?"

"Oh—I see," Feng Bo pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "Little oil bottle."

"Copy your homework." Yang Xuan said.

It was cold outside, and several of them were overdressed. As soon as they entered the house, their hats and coats were thrown all over the floor.

"This is mathematics, physics and chemistry. I borrowed it from Xue Xueba." Feng Bo put a stack of test papers on the table, "English is up to you, Ying Hui."

"I know, I brought it." Ying Hui picked up the schoolbag that was put aside, unzipped it, lowered her head and took out her test paper from it, "Don't copy the same thing, the teacher will ask you again later."

"Sister," Chen Hao turned his head and smiled at her, "We veteran criminals like us, do you still need to tell me?"

Several people began to copy their homework noisily.

Yang Xuan took the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV.

"Yang Xuan, don't you copy?" The floor heating was fully turned on, Ying Hui sat on the ground not far from Yang Xuan and asked him.

"Well, no copying." Yang Xuan looked at the screen and pressed the remote control to change channels.

"The teacher wants to investigate." Ying Hui said again.

CCTV6 was broadcasting "A Chinese Journey to the West", Yang Xuan stopped to change the channel, put the remote control aside, and said "hmm" again.

"Copying homework is not cool, brother Xuan never copy homework." Feng Bo buried his head in writing, while not forgetting to tear down his desk.

"I'll help you write it." Ying Hui volunteered, took Yang Xuan's test paper, and began to fill in the answers to her own test paper.

Tang Junhe was already woken up by the sound outside.

When the people outside came in, he was taking a nap in the room with the door closed. He probably woke up from the "little oil bottle". Feng Bo was standing at his door and he heard it clearly.

Tang Junhe pulled over the quilt irritably, stuffed his head in, and lay down for a while with his eyes closed. The group of noisy people outside will be his classmates from tomorrow? It seems that going to school will not be a pleasant experience, Tang Junhe sighed.

After waking up, he still wanted to go to the bathroom, but he didn't want to go out and face the people in the living room.

It seems that they will not be able to leave for a while. Tang Junhe tossed and turned irritably, lifted the quilt and sat up, took a deep breath, got out of bed, put on slippers, and walked to the door.

Then walked back again.

—Let’s change out of our pajamas. Tang Junhe thought.

He was wearing the little panda pajamas that Tang Xiaonian bought for him, and he had a fluffy panda head on his chest, and he looked too imposing.

It is not conducive to the following eye contact and eye contact. Tang Junhe thought so, grabbed the collar, and pulled the pajamas off his head.

Topless, he went to the closet to find a brown sweater, put it on, and walked to the door. He took a deep breath, and pulled the door open.

The noise in the living room stopped for an instant, and all the people looked back at him with curiosity in their eyes.

Except for the person sitting on the side sofa, Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was the last one to look at him. When he turned his head slowly, his eyes still stayed on the TV screen for a while, as if he couldn't part it.

Tang Junhe heard that "A Chinese Journey to the West" was playing on TV, because when the noise was still, Fairy Zixia was saying the classic line - "I like you so much, you will die if you like me."

He and Yang Xuan looked at each other for two seconds, maybe longer, no one can say for sure.

Then Yang Xuan turned his gaze back to the screen.

After all, that paragraph is really classic, and Fairy Zixia is much prettier than his little oil bottle. Tang Junhe thought so, and looked away.

He bent down and threw away a piece of clothing under his feet, then walked to the bathroom without paying attention, and closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, several people in the living room except Yang Xuan looked at each other in blank dismay.

The first one to react was Chen Hao. He blew a loud whistle and said loudly: "It's a pity, Yang Xuan, why is it not a younger sister?"

Yang Xuan casually replied, "Your sister, what are you doing?"

It was originally a serious question, but Chen Haoqu unscrupulously misinterpreted it into something else, he said: "Do it."

The other boys reacted and laughed maliciously.

Ying Hui sat on the ground, and when she heard this, she rolled up the test paper and got up and beat him: "Why are you full of pornographic thoughts?!"

Feng Bo laughed the loudest: "You put it too tactfully, the yellow thing in his head is not thinking, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he also received a response and shut up knowingly.

Ying Hui straightened up, approached him and hit him on the head with the test paper: "Aren't you disgusting!"

Feng Bo protected his head with his two arms, and begged for mercy in defeat: "Sister, Ying Daxiao, sister Ying, stop beating me, I was wrong, really wrong!"

Ying Hui then sat back, copied two questions, raised her head to Yang Xuan, hesitant to speak.

Yang Xuan was a little annoyed by the look, and frowned, "What do you want to say?"

Only then did Ying Hui look at him, and said cautiously, "Your brother is really good-looking, to be honest, he looks a bit like you."

"Sister," Feng Bo touched him with his arm, "Can you please don't touch the bad luck of the person you're in love with?"

"It's just telling the truth," Ying Hui curled her lips, "What's the matter, if you like it, you can't tell the truth. If you look so good-looking, I'll praise you in different ways every day."

"Smoke," Yang Xuan raised his chin towards Feng Bo, "I didn't bring any, do you have any?"

"Oh, yes, go on." Feng Bo threw the cigarette case towards him.

As soon as Yang Xuan raised his hand to catch it, he took out a cigarette from the case, took out a lighter and lit it, his eyes were lowered, and he said vaguely: "He's not like me, he's like his mother."