One white and two green

Chapter 3

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Song Qingcheng pursed his lips, hesitated for a while and said: "I'm going downstairs for a walk", "What's the matter? Don't run around when you just came back from the hospital", Huang Yuying was still worried about her son's health, "Go downstairs to get a breath", " Is your head hurting again?" Huang Yuying walked over to wash her hands without caring about the kitchen, Song Qingcheng nodded quickly, and finally added, "Just for a while".Huang Yuying was still worried, and told her the address and phone number at home, and finally gave her the phone, "If you forget, press 1, it's the phone number at home, do you really not need your mother to accompany you?" Seeing her son shaking his head, He repeated worryingly, "Don't go out of the community."

Song Qingcheng closed the door, took a long breath, and finally walked out.Different from his own mother, Bai Wu's mother is just like a textbook, she will talk softly and worry at a loss. The kind of worry that is on the lips is unfamiliar to Song Qingcheng.In fact, when I was young, I also had parents who loved me. Until the age of seven, after my father passed away, my mother became taciturn and had little warmth. She devoted herself to teaching and became more and more strict with herself. Grades and other hard work were a waste to her, and gradually, she also forgot the warmth in that memory.

Song Qingcheng panted slightly, Bai Wu's house was not far from here, and it took only five or six minutes to run here. She stood still in front of the gate and looked up at the window on the fifth floor. The sky began to turn dark, but the room on the fifth floor was still There was no light coming on, it was five o'clock, and no one came back.

Will anyone come back.

Song Qingcheng's palms were cold.

The weather in March has not yet warmed up, the wind blowing from the street is a bit bitter, agitating Song Qingcheng's large coat, the street lights are slowly turned on, people on the road are in a hurry, cyclists and walkers are rushing home , Occasionally someone noticed the motionless young man under the street lamp, and looked at him curiously. The noisy streets and the howling wind seemed to have nothing to do with him, just like a sculpture, quietly looking into the distance.

I don't know how long it took, but the legs were a little numb after standing for a long time. Song Qingcheng stomped his feet, then raised his head, and the figure in the distance gradually became clear.

She approached slowly, and then, like those people just now, she glanced at the boy under the streetlight.

Song Qingcheng forgot to breathe.

That is another self.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at herself in her memory, just like the illusion of getting up in the morning and looking in the mirror. She wanted to call out to the girl in front of her, but found that she couldn't move, then looked at her, and slowly walked away.

It wasn't until the girl disappeared in the corridor that Song Qingcheng regained all senses. She held onto the electric pole next to her tightly, panting heavily, and the s-hi cold air poured into her chest, and Song Qingcheng slowly calmed down.

Everything has changed and nothing has changed.

There was the familiar sound of footsteps behind him, the sound of high heels hitting the ground, Song Qingcheng turned his head subconsciously, and then froze.

is the mother.

The mother in front of her was much younger than she remembered, her hair was brushed up neatly, her slightly pursed lips looked a little serious, her steps were eager, and her aura spread out at [-] meters.Seeing that the other party was about to walk over, Song Qingcheng hurriedly called to stop his mother.

"What's the matter?" Mother Song looked at the boy who stopped her strangely.

Song Qingcheng looked at his mother, his eyes were a little dry from the annoying wind, Song Qingcheng blinked, and immediately warm liquid poured into his eye sockets.

"Is there something wrong?" Song's mother looked at the tearful boy, her aggrieved look made her unconsciously slow down her voice, she bent down slightly, guessing what might happen, "Lost?" She couldn't help but lower her voice When he answered, the teenager just looked at her.

He looked at her quietly and deeply.

There were turbulent and complicated emotions in those eyes, which Song's mother couldn't understand. They were just strangers, but they seemed to have known each other for many years. Song's mother straightened up, and then saw the boy open his mouth slightly, "Mom..."

Before he could hear what he said, he was interrupted by the ringtone of Nokia's mobile phone. Mother Song frowned subconsciously. The boy in front of him was obviously startled by the ringtone. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and quickly looked at it. Looking at herself, she seemed to hesitate before answering the phone, "Hey...I know...I'll be right back." It seemed that it was just a child who hadn't come home yet, Mother Song felt relieved, turned around and walked home.

"Auntie." The boy stopped her again, she turned around and saw the boy bowed deeply to her, and finally disappeared at the corner of the street.

Song Qingcheng ran with all her strength, just for a moment, she almost blurted out, without caring about anything, said it all at once, hugged her mother and cried, and then... went home.But it can't be done, people shouldn't just vent their emotions selfishly, will they believe it?Are they willing to believe it?More importantly, who is responsible for their future, who just poured out his desires, but trampled on their future? It can't be done, it can't be done.

☆、Chapter 4

After two days of recuperating at home, I finally waited until Monday. Because I came back late, I was nagged by my mother for a long time, and refused to let my son go out alone. Song Qingcheng didn't care. Although there is plenty of time for the review materials, you still need to put in more effort if you want to do well in the exam.

On Monday morning, not long after dawn, Song Qingcheng had already got up and arranged everything, and almost bumped into Huang Yuying when he walked out of the room.Huang Yuying looked at her son in surprise, "Why did you wake up so early, and don't sleep any longer?" "No need." Song Qingcheng shook his head and walked away from Baimu.

After washing up, Huang Yuying had already prepared breakfast, and Bai Shouzhong sat at the dining table and called his son over for dinner.Song Qingcheng drank plain porridge and listened to his parents' instructions silently, "It doesn't matter if you still can't remember it, you will always remember it", "Tell your teacher or your parents immediately if you feel unwell", "It doesn't matter if you can't keep up with your grades, take care of your body first ", seemingly ordinary words sounded extremely heartwarming at the moment.

Song Qingcheng sighed, this is probably someone else's parents, and replied softly: "Understood, don't worry."

After breakfast, Song Qingcheng followed Bai's father to school. Bai Wu studied in the No. [-] Middle School in the city. Although the rankings were low among the junior high schools in the city, the school paid attention to quality education, and subjects such as physical education, art, and music were always taught. Classes are held as usual, and it is also the first school to implement public elective courses. In addition, there are large and small activities held every year, and there are especially many students with specialties in sports and art.

Song Qingcheng followed the head teacher and stood still at the door of class three (two). Because of the early self-study, the class was still a little noisy, and those who were busy eating breakfast still didn't change their expressions, but a few students who copied their homework quickly closed their hands to practice He took the textbook with a guilty conscience and pretended to endorse it. The round-faced head teacher didn't care, pushed his glasses and coughed lightly, and walked onto the podium.When the boys in the back row of the class saw Bai Wu coming in, they clapped their hands and whistled boisterously, and then the rest of the students also applauded, like a returning hero.Song Qingcheng was a little frightened, her steps paused, she couldn't bear the embarrassment of so many eyes staring at her eagerly, she turned her head slightly, and looked at the teacher who was talking about the deeds of righteous deeds on the podium, those things had nothing to do with her, Song Qingcheng Start to stay.