For students who focus on the test papers, dormitories, canteens, and classrooms every day, there are no festivals that are particularly worth paying attention to throughout the year, only holidays are the most meaningful.

Students in the affiliated high school count their days by weekly exams and monthly exams and large-scale activities. When they see sports meetings, they know that the 11th is coming, and when they see art festivals, they know that the year is coming.

Shengwang has not yet formed such conditioned reflex.

He lay on Jiang Tian's bed and slept openly. Until the sun shone on his face, he snatched his phone in a daze and found that the screen was written with a big December 31st.

"Get up?" Jiang Tian asked.

"No." Sheng Wang threw away his phone. The bed was so narrow that it was even more crowded when sleeping with two big boys. He even turned over, hugged Jiang Tian with his hands and feet like a pillow, and said lazily: "Tomorrow is New Year's Day."

He closed his eyes and buried it in the quilt halfway, not knowing whether he simply didn't want to move or planned to sleep for a while. Jiang Tian accepted his fate and hugged his pillow. His left hand was actually a little numb, but it was already numb, so he didn't plan to say anything.

"What's wrong with New Year's Day?" he asked.

Sheng Wang seemed to be asleep again, and after a while he replied, "No, I feel that this half year has been particularly long, longer than I have in the past ten years."

"Is that?" Jiang Tian also closed his eyes. He was already very awake, but was a little sleepy by the voices of the people next to him.

Sheng Wang said, "Maybe I don't remember anything before."

What I did every day and who I met, he always turned around and forgot what I had done every day. He changed it quickly in spring, summer, autumn and winter, as if he was going to doze during class, and then he was stunned for a few more days. Time passed.

"It's different now. Remember the big thing clearly."

"Why?"

Because he wanted to remember more, how he met, how he liked, and how he got together... He didn't know why he had to remember these things, but he felt like a wealthy fan who was holding a pile of gold and silver. He wanted ingots and copper coins. He could not lose a penny. He felt that he had lost a lot of money.

He had never understood those who had eaten, drink, defecating, sleeping, and had to take photos to commemorate everything. He felt sour and stingy. Now he suddenly understood something.

But this was a bit pretentious, and he couldn't even say anything when he gave him ten faces. So he replied to Jiang Tian and said, "I don't know, maybe the second time of puberty has developed, the brain is good and the memory is strong."

Jiang Tian was probably thundered by him. He couldn't hold it in for a long time, and sneered briefly and meanly.

"Are you mocking me?" Sheng Wang raised his face from the quilt. He was so stuffy that he was a little hot, his hair was tied in disarray, and he stared at his brother.

The other party didn't open his eyes and pretended to be dead without saying a word.

Sheng Wang stared for a while, and his hands in the quilt quietly went down, and suddenly he looked into the other person's trousers like a sneak attack.

Jiang Tian bent his waist, grabbed his wrist, opened his eyes and looked at him blankly: "..."

Sheng Wang succeeded in his prank, pulled his hand and climbed out of the bed, ran to the sink, and smiled very much with his hands in his arms, "I'll say hello, good morning, little brother."

Just because of this hooligan greeting, his lower lip was broken when he went out.

The holiday method of the affiliated high school has always been strange, Buddhist, and it goes with the flow. It will be the day it will be. Several other schools in the city are on the 1st day of the city, and they insist on putting the holiday on the 31st day.

There are not many people in the school, and the quietness after the bustle is everywhere, which is quite a bit of a cold winter. The Xile convenience store has not been opened for the first time, and even the mobile food stalls at the school gate are less than half.

Jiang Tian was going to go to the north gate for something, and the two of them were walking around the streets and alleys and went into a small shop called "Old Wine" for breakfast. Small shops like this may not be found on food apps.

"You can find such a place?" Sheng Wang found a seat and sat down, flipping through the simple breakfast order.

"In the past, the old man often came to buy peanuts and drinks," said Jiang Tian.

"Ximen came to Beimen to buy peanuts?" Sheng Wang sighed, "The old man is in good physical strength. Is the boss here frying peanuts very fragrant?"

Jiang Tian shook his head: "Good looking."

Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment and turned around. He saw an old lady lifting the curtain and walking over, putting down two cups of hot tea, and asking with a smile: "Come on the vermicelli soup?"

Sheng Wang also smiled and nodded: "I want two bowls."

"Are there any ban on food?"

"Don't keep his bowl spicy," said Jiang Tian.

"Wait later." The old lady wiped her hands and went behind the curtain.

Sheng Wang withdrew his gaze and drank a sip of tea, whispering: "I should have been a great beauty when I was young. Why didn't that old man come now?"

Jiang Tian said, "The competitiveness is not enough."

"Hmm?" Sheng Wang rarely listened to gossip from him. The experience was a bit novel. He asked, "Why is it called insufficient competitiveness?"

"He has a stubborn temper, a loud voice, and is fierce." Jiang Tian briefly summarized the characteristics of Old Man Ding and said: "Lost to a retired teacher."

"Don't that old man be sad for a while?"

Jiang Tian said "Yes" and said, "I was so angry that I quit drinking."

Shengwang: "…"

This is really a bit savvy.

The old lady was very quick-witted and soon brought two bowls of vermicelli soup. The two boys were embarrassed to let her go as far as they could, so they got up and took it.

The winter in this city is extremely extreme. As long as there is sun outdoors, it will be as warm as spring, while the indoors are cloudy and bleak, and the cold seeps through the cracks of the bones.

Sheng Wang didn't like to wear thick clothes, so he put on a gray-black denim jacket on the sweatshirt and came out, which made his fingers turn white. After two bites of hot soup, he completely warmed up.

He ate for a while, and then pretended to ask casually: "Does the old man really care about it? He often hears him say something and makes him unable to sleep all night."

Jiang Tian paused for a moment, lifted his eyelids and looked at him.

Sheng Wang could feel the other person's gaze, but he didn't look up, and just took the tofu fruits in the soup wholeheartedly, as if he was just asking casually.

"He said that." Jiang Tian had already withdrawn his gaze and said in a low voice: "You can sleep for three or four hours when watching TV in the afternoon, but of course you can't sleep at night."

Sheng Wang said "Oh" and became happy again. He always felt that Jiang Tian's bowl was even more spicy. He snatched several chopsticks regardless of the obstacles, and then covered the broken mouth on his lips and sacrificed heroically on the table.

The old lady came out and was startled and asked Jiang Tian: "Is he so full?"

"I'm so hot." Jiang Tian stood up in anger, picked up a can of milk at the counter, and touched someone's face.

The wind chime at the door suddenly jingled, and a new customer came in. Sheng Wang took the milk and sat up, and found that the person who came was an acquaintance.

"Brother Xi?" Sheng Wang greeted.

Zhao Xi saw them when he entered the door. He took a sip, took off the cigarette between his lips and pressed it on the trash can next to the door. The faint smoke fainted in front of his face.

He narrowed his eyes in the smoke, said hello, "I can't sleep in when I have a holiday, so I actually come for breakfast?"

"He has something to do when he comes to the north gate." Sheng Wang pointed at Jiang Tian and said, "As for breakfast."

"Well. Go to Brother Chu's place later." Jiang Tian said.

"Oh yes." Zhao Xi nodded, "It's almost the end of the term."

The north gate is hidden, and there are a number of small stove classes in the residential building, with constant customers and prosperous business. As a school bull and street bully in his early years, Zhao Xi knew many people. He first led Jiang Tian to help him a friend’s teaching aid institution to edit math, physics and chemistry to deepen and expand the kind used in class. For a student bully like Jiang Tian, ​​it doesn’t take up much time and earns a lot.

When Sheng Wang had just met Jiang Tian, ​​he would come to the north gate to do it and go home only after finishing his work, so that Jiang Ou would not know how to think about it. Later, when school officially started, he said hello to the other party and paused.

The end of the period is approaching recently, which means that the winter vacation is approaching, and another peak period for tutoring is coming.

Zhao Xi and the old lady asked for two take-out vermicelli soup, and chatted with them while waiting. Finally, he thought of something and asked Jiang Tian: "Did you celebrate your birthday before the New Year?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"That's too late." Zhao Xi said, "When the time comes, I will treat you to a meal with Linzi."

Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian looked at each other and heard a little out of the way: "What does it mean to be too late?"

"I have time to leave," Zhao Xi said, "Lin Zi and I are going to Beijing."

“Vacation?”

"Work."

“That barbecue restaurant…”

Zhao Xi smiled: "We are not chefs, so we will drive the same thing when we leave. The people of Shitou are familiar with you. If you want to go to skewers, you should be discounted."

Sheng Wang let out a light "ah" sound, a little faintly disappointed.

The old lady quickly packed two portions of vermicelli soup, and the mature ones gave Zhao Xi a lot of spicy food, which made Sheng Wang's mouth hurt.

The three of them walked towards the residential building together. Brother Chu's teaching aid class was near the north gate, and Jiang Tian went up to get the scope and information needed for winter vacation courseware.

Sheng Wang was waiting for him while basking in the sun downstairs, but Zhao Xi actually stopped. He looked at Sheng Wang and joked, "What bad thing is it that your mouth is swollen like this?"

"Spicy." Sheng Wang was filled with spicy milk, looking very embarrassing.

"Oh." Zhao Xi took out another cigarette and lit it in the leeward place. Perhaps because of the smoke, he looked a little tired.

"Brother Xi, you haven't slept well recently?" Sheng Wang asked.

"Are the dark circles so obvious?" Zhao Xi rubbed his eyes and said, "Comrade Zhao was not in good health for a while. Lin Zi and I have been walking around the old comrade recently and slept less. When we went back to Beijing, the two old people also followed him. Xile may have to be watched by others. Remember to buy something before the New Year. After the New Year, you may not be given a price for your relatives and friends."

Seeing that he could still joke, Sheng Wang felt relieved.

Zhao Xi didn't stay much, answered the phone and pressed a cigarette to leave. But before leaving, he glanced over Sheng Wang's neck, and took off his scarf: "I guess I'm old. Seeing that you are exposed in the winter, you're so cold that you're so cold. I'll be around and I'll leave."

Sheng Wang grabbed the scarf and looked confused. He had already turned around and walked away.

The eldest young master must also pay attention to whether he is handsome or not when he wears a scarf. The windows on the first floor of the residential building were cleaned and lit. He used them as a mirror to look at them, but he saw a small trace on his neck. I don’t know if it was made by his brother last night or this morning.

This is what Zhao Xi’s eyes just now.

Sheng Wang froze while holding the scarf, his heart sank down.

When Jiang Tian went downstairs, Sheng Wang had already wrapped his scarf. The dark gray cashmere fabric covered his chin, making his face look snow-white.
To be continued...