Paper Plane

Feng Bo watched Yang Xuan turn around and enter the classroom, he clenched his fist and punched the wall behind him.

"Still going back to the classroom?" The English teacher came over with a stack of test papers and glanced at him, "Look at how your cloze is done."

In the past, Feng Bo usually joked with the teacher with a playful smile, but today he just responded and walked towards the classroom. When he entered the classroom, he took a special look in Tang Junhe's direction. Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe was also there Looking at him, his eyes were still as cold as ever.

In his opinion, Tang Junhe is as hateful as Gao Ze, but one of them relies on force to show off his power, and the other relies on scheming to get ahead. After he sat down, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, took a look, and then put it back.

Tang Junhe watched him put his mobile phone back into his trouser pocket, and a plan gradually took shape in his mind... He wanted to take back the malicious reports Feng Boshi gave him, including the time Feng Bo threw a basketball at him at the beginning of school, including the last time he Deliberately misled him to go up the mountain to find Yang Xuan, and of course he tried to lure him into inhaling that addictive cigarette a few days ago...

This meant that he had to establish a direct and powerful evidence between that cigarette and Feng Bo, an evidence that no one could deny, and an evidence that Feng Bo couldn't argue with.

— This was originally what Feng Bo himself did, Tang Junhe thought, what he has to do now is to push things back to the original track, so that the wicked get their due retribution. Just like Zhou Lin ran away in a hurry to escape, but was caught off guard by a car and died as it should be.

After this plan was formed in his mind, Tang Junhe began to observe Feng Bo all the time, especially the valuable mobile phone in his hand. As a dude with a wealthy family, Feng Bo doesn't treasure his mobile phone very much. Sometimes when he goes to the bathroom after class, he will throw the mobile phone into the table hole and run out of the classroom.

While Tang Junhe was observing Feng Bo, Feng Bo also noticed this abnormal look in his eyes. He didn't think much about it, he just felt bored. If Yang Xuan hadn't told him not to touch Tang Junhe again, he really wanted to find someone to beat him up, just like he used to hire someone to beat up Gao Ze.

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On a weekend in mid-January, Yang Xuan went to a local university in Runcheng to take the TOEFL test. Yang Chengchuan was quite concerned about his son's future. Even though he was on a business trip, he did not forget to call the night before the exam, specifically telling Yang Xuan not to forget the next day's exam.

If it is said that Yang Chengchuan half a year ago would have hoped that Yang Xuan would be able to correct his attitude towards study in the third year of high school, and once he turned back to the top student with excellent character and academics three years ago, after a semester of report card bombardment, now Yang Chengchuan has already recognized the fact that Yang Xuan will not be admitted to a good domestic university, so he can only hope that he can apply for a fairly good foreign school. After all, Yang Xuan goes to his grandma’s house abroad every other year to celebrate the New Year. His spoken English and listening skills are not bad. In addition, he won the MVP award in the city’s basketball league. He also won a place in a math competition in junior high school. It is rich, although it is indeed a bit hasty to apply for foreign schools at this time, but in the end it will not end up in a situation where I have not studied.

"It's the first time you take the exam, so what you can do is fine," Yang Chengchuan said on the phone. "If you don't do well in the exam, I will find a special teacher to tutor you later, but you have to be serious. If you can't, just go to the exam." Let’s go through the motions, you know?”

Naturally, Yang Xuan would not forget the exam. In fact, the results that came out ten days later surprised Yang Chengchuan. Yang Chengchuan learned English in college, but he has almost forgotten it after more than 20 years. That night, he took out Yang Xuan's report card with his laptop, and specially brought the pair of clothes that made him look like a dog. With silver-rimmed eyes, he pointed to the words on the webpage and asked Yang Xuan: "Is this the meaning of listening? I got a perfect score in listening, okay, as expected of my son..." Before he finished boasting, he looked up, and Yang Xuan Xuan had already turned around and returned to the room, Yang Chengchuan could only turn his face to share his joy with Tang Xiaonian, "Look at Xiaonian, Yang Xuan did well in the exam this time, I always said he just refused to learn..."

Tang Xiaonian was unhappy in his heart, but he couldn't show it so clearly on the face, so he could only deal with Yang Chengchuan perfunctorily. Not long after, she went to Tang Junhe's room impatiently, and asked her son's recent test results with concern. Tang Junhe took out a stack of test papers and handed them to her. She flipped through the results and said proudly: "My son did well in the test, and his listening ability is also perfect, not worse than his son."

"It's different." Tang Junhe lowered his head and wrote his homework and said, "It's a foreign exam, and the listening comprehension is very difficult."

"No matter how big it is, how big can it be?" Tang Xiaonian was very dissatisfied with his behavior of pouring cold water on him, glaring at him and said, "It's not all birdsong, can you still sing?"

"It was different."

Tang Xiaonian put the test paper back on the table, and said angrily, "If he is really good at studying, why would he send it abroad with Yang Chengchuan?"

"He wanted to go." Tang Junhe said.

He didn't know how to react to the fact that Yang Xuan did well in the exam. If he was happy, he really couldn't be happy, because it meant that Yang Xuan had already stepped out of the country; The Runcheng of Yang Chengchuan's shadow, the farther he goes, the better. Now that Yang Xuan can go far away, it doesn't matter whether he is in a good mood or not. What's more, if it wasn't for him, Yang Xuan might have left here to go to the provincial team by now, recommended to the university, and there is no need to endure everything now.

Tang Junhe felt a little panicked, it seemed that if they wanted to be together, they needed a compromise from one party. Either he goes with Yang Xuan, or Yang Xuan stays for him. He naturally wanted to go with Yang Xuan, but it meant that he had to compromise with Yang Chengchuan and reach a reconciliation, which meant that he had to accept Yang Chengchuan's support and favor with peace of mind, and admit to this hypocritical person who was duplicity Slag is his father. After all, before Tang Xiaonian got married, going abroad was impossible to be included in his life options. But this is precisely the point that he can't convince himself no matter what.

The report card became the "elephant in the room," and the elephant was there, but they avoided talking about it. He didn't ask, and Yang Xuan didn't take the initiative to speak.

On the night when the report card came out, it snowed again in Runcheng. The snow wasn't heavy, but it lasted for a long time, and it fell all night. When I went out the next morning, the snow on the ground covered half of my calf. Chen Xing took Yang Chengchuan out for a meeting, so Yang Xuan went to take the bus with Tang Junhe.

They left very early, the sky was getting dark, and the snow on the road had not been stepped on by the crowd, and a clear footprint would be left on the ground when they stepped on it. Yang Xuan walked in front, and Tang Junhe followed behind him, stepping on the footprints left by Yang Xuan with each foot. Yang Xuan was tall, and his two long legs walked in the snow without slowing down. Tang Junhe watched his brother get farther and farther away from him, first a distance of one or two meters, then three or four meters, and then five or six meters...

In the past, he would run after him, but today he suddenly didn't want to run. He just walked forward and watched Yang Xuan's back getting farther and farther away from him. Then he thought that half a year later, maybe He would watch his elder brother Yang Xuan gradually become distant and blurred in his sight until he disappeared. Will Yang Xuan look back at him at that time?

But when he was thinking like this, Yang Xuan stopped suddenly, turned around and stood there looking at him. Yang Xuan wore a black mask to keep out the cold, his chin was covered by the raised neckline, and only a pair of slightly sunken eyes were exposed, looking at him without any warmth.

Tang Junhe froze for a moment, he realized that Yang Xuan was waiting for him, so he quickened his pace and walked towards him, almost running when he reached the last few steps. The snow was slippery, and he walked too fast, staggered, and when he was about to slip, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to help him, and when he saw that he was standing still, he let go of his hand, turned around and continued walking forward. Tang Junhe followed behind him, trying to walk faster than before.

Just when he was struggling to walk, Yang Xuan suddenly stretched out the hand that had been in his pocket toward him. Tang Junhe looked at the hand in a daze, he wasn't sure if the hand Yang Xuan stretched out towards him meant what he thought.

While hesitating, Yang Xuan turned his head towards him and said, "Hand."

Tang Junhe came back to his senses, responded briefly, and put his hand in Yang Xuan's. Yang Xuan held his hand and walked forward, his pace also slowed down obviously.

After walking for a while, Tang Junhe suddenly asked, "Brother, are you happy?"

Yang Xuan glanced at him: "Huh?"

"Your TOEFL score is very good, you should be very happy." Tang Junhe continued.

"There's nothing to be happy about." Yang Xuan said looking at the road ahead. His tone has always been a little cold, and it seems to be even colder in this snowy day.

"You'll be out of here soon."

"Aren't you too?" Yang Xuan turned to look at him sideways, "Are you happy?"

Tang Junhe thought for a while and said: "If it was a year ago, I would be very happy." There was still half a sentence left-"But now I met you."

Yang Xuan was silent for a while and said, "It's better to leave than to stay."

They walked to the bus station. It was still early in the morning, and there were not many people waiting for the morning bus. The compartment was empty, with a few passengers sitting sporadically. Although they had already sat in the car and didn't need to walk anymore, their hands were still held together.

After two stops on the bus, Yang Xuan pulled the mask up to his chin, and asked for the first time, "Where do you want to go?"

"In the future? I haven't thought about it yet," Tang Junhe turned his head to look at the snow outside the window, then turned around and said, "Maybe I will go to a city without snow."

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, just nodded. Tang Junhe felt that the hand that Yang Xuan was holding him moved. Originally they were holding each other, but now Yang Xuan wrapped his hand completely with the palm of his hand.

For some reason, after what happened that night, Tang Junhe had a strong feeling that Yang Xuan seemed to have suddenly returned to his brother's position. In the past, Yang Xuan treated him neither coldly nor indifferently, sometimes he would make sarcasm, or intentionally tease and tease him. Even though they were brothers in name, Yang Xuan did not act like his brother. But now, while Tang Junhe is not satisfied with just being his younger brother, he is becoming more and more like an older brother.