Chapter 33: he's gone
Ruan Qingmu listened in a daze, before whispering for a long time, "It's all registered, and Lao Jian has also approved it."
No closer.
Every time you get closer, you will be happier, and when you are separated, you will feel more and more melancholy.
When they broke up by the river for the last time in my last life, this person looked at the surging river and was silent for a long time, and said, "If it is true, I will pay you justice when we meet again."
Since then, he seems to have been vaguely looking forward to the day we meet again.
Zong Xiao thought that this person would come full of guilt in the end, solemnly held his sword and apologized, and he would also laugh arrogantly and proudly: "Oh, it turns out that Qin Shaoxia will admit his mistake one day. Okay. , just spare you to compensate me for a jar of peach blossom brew.”…
He recovered from his trance, rubbed his face vigorously, and smiled reluctantly at Qin Yuan: "Just upstairs and downstairs, you can play cards with me in the future, I will lift my feet Come, I can also ask you questions, the same."
Qin Yuan sat silently, leaning against the wall quietly, phoenix eyes drooping.
After a while, he looked at the time display on the desk lamp and said softly, "Go to sleep."
Ruan Qingmu suddenly picked up her phone, pointed at the small lamp, and began to look for an angle.
He took several pictures left and right. He looked at the man in the background of the picture, and suddenly his heart moved slightly.
I quietly adjusted the angle, and was about to press the shooting button, but Qin Yuan raised his head and looked silently.
Ruan Qingmu's hand trembled slightly, and the picture she pressed became a little blurry.
In the lens, a warm halo like water, reflecting the familiar profile face, when looking towards the lens, her expression is calm, and a pair of phoenix eyes twinkling with stars.
Ruan Qingmu quickly waved her hand: "Don't worry, I'll take a picture of the lamp."
Holding his mobile phone, he used a photo search on Taobao, and soon, identical products were identified.
… What is it that costs 798 yuan? ?
Britain produced, won the German Red Dot Industrial Design Award, "simple and elegant appearance, first-class texture guarantee". What the hell, a similar small table lamp on Taobao is made in Yiwu, doesn't it cost a few dozen yuan?
He searched for a long time, and finally closed Taobao angrily.
The hard days of last month have just ended, and this month's new living expenses of 800 yuan have just come down. Even if he wants to, he can't spend money like this.
This broken world, with air conditioners and mobile phones, is very fun, even if you need money for everything, you even have to earn it yourself!
…
Old Jane moved very quickly. After receiving Ruan Qingmu's application for dormitory transfer, the procedures were completed immediately.
There is no class on Saturday afternoon, Ruan Qingmu went to the first floor to carry her luggage before leaving school.
When I opened the door of dormitory 106, I didn't know if something was wrong. The taciturn and cold roommate didn't stay in the dormitory. Ruan Qingmu looked at the empty dormitory and started to clean up.
Opening the unlocked cabinet door, he suddenly froze.
An extra plastic bag was added, and when I opened it, it was the delicate little lamp. There was a note next to it, with a line of pen words on it.
"The gift of farewell - good luck."
…
Far from the road outside the school, Qin Yuan opened the door of the car and sat in the back seat.
Uncle Yan drove steadily and looked at the boy in the back seat, feeling a little uneasy.
I have watched the grown up child since childhood, although in the eyes of others he always looks like a boy with facial paralysis, but in his eyes, he can tell when the child is really indifferent, When there is a little joy.
"Xiaobuchi has been studying hard recently?" He had nothing to say.
Qin Yuan took his eyes back from the scenery outside the window: "Well, it's not hard."
The car drove out of the block near the school and headed for a quiet luxury community.
Qin Yuan sat in the back seat, his black hair was blown, he lowered his head, silently tore a small cake in his hand, slowly put it to his mouth, and stuttered stand up.
When Ruan Qingmu left, the bed and table were tidy, only one bag of this was left on his table.
Snow-white meringue, dark red sweet and sour hawthorn filling, the same as the one that was placed on his desk when he first lived in 106.
Hawthorn pot helmet.
Something I have never eaten before, the sweet and sour taste mixed with the crispy dough, which is extraordinarily long and slender.
Uncle Yan looked at him in the rearview mirror and asked curiously, "The dim sum in the school cafeteria, it's weirdly made."
This kid never eats sweets, looks like it's pretty sweet, right?
Qin Yuan gave a "hmm" and corrected: "The classmate gave it, not the cafeteria."
Uncle Yan was very happy: "Oh, is that your classmate in the same dormitory?"
After school started, the child suddenly took the initiative to tell him that a new classmate had moved to his single dormitory. Although he was from another class, he was very interesting and had a good character.
Although it is only a few words, it is serious and very happy.
Qin Yuan in the back seat slowly bit the hawthorn cake: "Well, he sent it."
For a long time, he said in a low voice, "But he has moved away and went back to his class dormitory."
Uncle Yan was startled, and glanced at the quiet boy in the rearview mirror. For some reason, he felt a little sad in his heart.
"There will be new students coming." He quickly comforted, "If you feel deserted, you can find a male student in your class to live in."
The big boy in the back seat of the car ate pastry expressionlessly, with a little dark red filling on his thin lips, and it took a long time before he said coldly, "No way."
Don't want anyone to live in again. Never thought about it before, and never will.
The Qin family has been doing business in the local area for many years, and there is no shortage of real estate. This house is also bought because Qin Yuan wants to go to school nearby, so he can rest on weekends.
The community is about half an hour's drive from the experimental high school. It has strict security and beautiful greenery. It is a rare high-level community with low floor area ratio in the urban area.
Uncle Yan parked the car in the underground garage and took the direct elevator with Qin Yuan.
The apartment suite is very large. The Qin family bought this one for their son, which is about 200 square meters. It is a large flat. When I moved in a year ago, I did a fine decoration in advance. In addition to the bedroom and the big study, I also specially decorated a gym with a lot of sports equipment, and a big sandbag for boxing was hung in the center.
"I put the milk and fruit in the refrigerator. Aunt Liu will bring some vegetables to make dinner for you later. Do you have anything else to buy?" He looked at the stock in the refrigerator.
Qin Yuan shook his head: "Everything is complete."
"Okay, what are you missing, send me a text message, and I'll drive you to eat at noon tomorrow."
Qin Yuan was silent for a while before saying, "Let's talk about it, Uncle Yan, wait for my text message."
Uncle Yan sighed: "That's fine."
Uncle Yan closed the door and left, Qin Yuan opened the suitcase, put the school uniform that needs to be machine washed into the washing machine, and pressed the clean button.
Rubbing is too laborious.
Usually it's a simple way to rinse off the water, rinse off the sweat stains, and then dry it. On weekends, take it home and then machine wash it. After drying, take it back to school next Monday.
When Ruan Qingmu first moved in, she was worried about this.
Although it seems that her family is not very good, she must be spoiled by her family.
I love cleanliness, and I don't know how to start, and I don't want to start.
"What can I do? Will it stink if I don't wash it? But if I soak it for a few hours, it won't get clean by itself, right? Hey, monitor Qin, what to do with your dirty clothes? Yes? Oh yes, you have a lot of swaps, **** it."
Qin Yuan stood by the washing machine, staring blankly at the rushing water under the transparent top cover.
The white and blue school uniforms spun and twisted inside, and the guy's clear and distressed voice seemed to sound again in his ears: "Hey, if you say I force Baijing to wash them for me, this counts as Isn't it campus bullying?"
…Suddenly, the phone rang.
He looked away from the water, looked at the number, and waited for a while before pressing the answer.
"Dad?"
On the phone, the middle-aged man's voice was thick and cautious: "Ah Xiaoyuan, are you home?"
Qin Yuan looked at the unsmoky apartment and at the cold kitchen.
Home?
"Yeah, I'm home, Uncle Yan just left." He replied calmly.
Find a good restaurant, then Lao Yan will send you directly, and I will accompany you to have a meal."
Qin Yuan stood by the washing machine, looking at the repeated water flow: "Dad, you are also busy with work. It's really unnecessary to spend three or four hours for a meal."
The man's voice was a little anxious: "I'm not busy, I can't spare a few hours if I'm busy? Besides, I want to see you too, Obuchi—"
Qin Yuan cut him off: "Dad, Aunt Wei is thirty-five or six years old, and having a second child is not easy. You should spend more time with her when you have time."
The other end of the phone fell into silence, not sure if it was embarrassment or what.
The beep of the washing machine sounds, the washing is finished, and the drying is started. Qin Yuan's voice was calm and without emotion: "Besides, I'm really busy with homework right now. It takes a few hours to go back and forth for a meal, enough for me to do a few sets of questions, really."
The middle-aged man seemed to sigh quietly over there.
"Okay..." His voice was a little weak, "Then I won't be going back this week. What do you want to eat, you must call Aunt Liu."
After a pause, he added: "Uncle Yan doesn't have to worry about bothering him, you can find him directly if you have anything, understand? By the way, I just charged 20,000 yuan to your card. Dollars. You…”
"Okay, I see, Dad, go ahead." Qin Yuan said lightly.
The phone finally hung up.
Qin Yuan walked back to the study, sat in front of the desk, grabbed the phone, and dialed a number.
"Aunt Liu, you don't have to come at night." He whispered, "I study at school and have dinner in the cafeteria."
There are a lot of homework and test papers on weekends, and the mathematics, physics and chemistry of the competition class are even more topical tactics. The test papers and materials on his desk are laid out and covered with a huge table.
Do it one by one, and the sky outside gradually darkens. When I turned on the lamp, the small clock on the table had already pointed to half past six.
He got up and walked into the kitchen. I opened a bottle of milk, put some fruit oats and imported nuts in it, and it was hot.
Back to the desk with the milk porridge, he drank slowly.
This apartment is on the twenty-sixth floor. Looking down from the sky, the beautiful Xijing Lake is not far away. There are artificial bright street lights by the lake, which circle around the lake , is now fully lit, and in the middle of the night, it outlines a dark tenderness.
This is a high-end community, with a large distance between buildings, but looking at it from a long distance, the windows with lights are lively and warm.
In the kitchen at the lower corner, a man and a woman were cooking side by side. They couldn't tell their age, but their movements were intimate; in the living room of the other house, the curtains were not drawn, and there were children rolling on the soft cushions on the floor.
The oatmeal milk in my hand is slowly cooling without any sugar, and it will be more bland when it cools down.
He suddenly rushed out of the study, hurriedly rummaging in his schoolbag, and found the bag of hawthorn pot helmets.
When I bite down with the milk cereal, I finally have a different taste in my mouth.
Click on the phone, the class group and the grade group are full of excitement.
Li Jianquan, the academic committee of Class 2, carefully left him a private chat, asking him the answer to the last question of the math competition paper;
Fu Songhua shouted in the class group, asking if anyone would return to school early tomorrow night, and hurry up to play a game before the evening self-study;
In the age group, some people said anonymously that this year's juniors and juniors are not easy to bring, and the selection of class flowers and grassroots for freshmen in high school began to swipe votes so early; that famous Bai Xiaosheng was in Refuted him for farting, saying which session did not brush?
He browsed silently for a long time, and looked through the hundreds of records in front of him, but he didn't see that person's lazy speech.
He took a photo of the last question of his math test paper and sent it to Li Jianquan.
As soon as I finished posting, Fu Songhua's private chat arrived: "Boss, are you there? Will you play tomorrow? Come earlier, come earlier, please, please!"
Students who live on campus usually have two time points to return to campus on weekends. Those who live close to their homes will choose to rush over on Monday morning; and those who live farther away, are afraid of being late on Monday, and often return on weekend evenings school.
"No. I'm staying at home, I'll be there on Monday." He replied.
The empty bedroom is now more unbearable than this cold home.
Fu Songhua came over with a crying expression: "Boss, you have changed, you are no longer the best friend on the basketball court!"
Just put down the phone, at this moment, a "ding dong" suddenly came from WeChat.
An unfamiliar avatar jumped out, wearing a strange pink.
Qin Yuan was stunned, and when he saw the name of the note, his heartbeat suddenly seemed to be faster.
The avatar of Ruan Qingmu in the past was not this one, but a gloomy broken heart, which looked particularly uncomfortable. Now finally suddenly changed?
A closer look, it is a pink watercolor painting of peach blossoms, blooming brightly and flamboyantly.
In the dialog box with pink petals, the man made a thoughtless sentence: "When will you go back to school?"
Qin Yuan looked at that sentence and didn't move his finger for a long time.
In a small alley halfway across the city, Ruan Qingmu glanced at her phone nervously.
Still no response. I must be working on a topic, so boring. The results are so good, what are you doing so hard.
The main space of the house is separated for a massage room. His personal house is very small. A desk, as well as a small bookshelf and large wardrobe.
Although the area is small and the layout is simple, it is clean and tidy. The diligent and capable Mu Wanli has never made her son's life less than decent.
Finally, the phone screen lit up, and the person who seemed to see the news by accident replied: "?"
Ruan Qingmu was refreshed and typed quickly: "I'll be going back tomorrow night, do you want to be together..."
He paused, suddenly a little anxious.
What are we going to do together? Not in the same bedroom anymore, reading books and doing problems together?
The classes are different, and even the homework is different, so it is impossible to discuss the homework and correct the answers together.
He thought about it, deleted the word "together" and changed it to "Would you like to go upstairs to play cards".
Finished and did not send.
Nervous disease, once played against the opponent, do you still want to get someone to play a fixed card in the future? He spat himself.
Qin Yuan sat at the desk, watching the string "The other party is typing..." on the dialog box, and sat up involuntarily.
But the line of words disappeared again, and there was no change for a long time. Qin Yuan held his breath, waited for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed the phone and was about to ask questions. The words on the other side finally came.
"Can I take shelter with you? The new dorm is so disgusting, dirty, and smelly."
Almost immediately, he sent a line: "Okay, you can come anytime."
After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and added: "Actually, I usually go back in the afternoon."
"Okay, I'll go back!" The reply couldn't wait.
Qin Yuan smiled at the corner of his mouth when he looked at the words.
Ruan Qingmu was lying on the desk, the corners of her mouth raised slowly.