I don't know whether she was really panicked or was frightened by his careless and inhumane tone. After saying this without confidence, Sang Zhi stopped speaking and only let out intermittent sobs.
In the dormitory, Qian Fei, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly hit the keyboard hard, crackling, and then yelled: "Fuck, this assistant is stupid!"
The next moment, Sang Yan threw a pillow over: "If you don't stay quiet, I'll beat you into a fool."
"Sang Yan! It's a time when life is at stake!" Qian Fei's voice sounded like it was equipped with a trumpet, "Stop fucking sleeping and come together -"
Bombing from both ends.
Duan Jiaxu pursed his lips, turned around and closed the balcony door. He leaned on the railing and put his arms on it. Looking at the bright street lights downstairs, he restrained his emotions and slowed down his tone: "Child,
What time do you usually get to school?"
Sang Zhi choked with sobs and answered honestly: "Seven forty."
"Wake up at seven o'clock?"
"Um."
"Can you get up at six o'clock tomorrow?"
This time Sang Zhi remained silent.
Duan Jiaxu didn't care. He carefully considered his words and tried to reason with her: "Child, this homework is a task assigned to you by the teacher. It is your own business. If you didn't take it home, you can confess to the teacher and apologize to the teacher.
Say you will make up for it later. But you can’t ask others to write it for you.”
The little girl's sniffing sound came from the other end of the phone, and then she let out a muffled hum.
We haven’t seen each other for two months, but this time I can actually listen to her words.
Duan Jiaxu breathed a sigh of relief: "So can you get up at six o'clock tomorrow?"
This time she was silent for several seconds, and then she said without confidence: "Yes..."
"Then tomorrow -" Duan Jiaxu calculated the time in his mind, "Tomorrow at 6:40, my brother will be waiting for you at the station. Can I finish writing it with you?"
Sang Zhi hummed again.
Duan Jiaxu: "Don't cry. Think about how to write that weekly diary first. Then wash your face and go to bed."
Sang Zhi's voice was still nasal and milky: "Okay."
Soon after saying these words, Sang Zhi suddenly asked softly: "Brother, can you not tell my brother about this?"
Duan Jiaxu smiled: "You didn't dare to tell your brother if you missed your homework?"
"No." Sang Zhi didn't know how to explain it, so he barely managed to say, "Anyway, don't tell him."
"Okay." Duan Jiaxu didn't know where he got so much patience, so he reminded him, "Remember to get up at six o'clock tomorrow. I will call you then."
Sang Zhi said obediently: "I know."
Duan Jiaxu: "Go to sleep."
Hearing the sound of hanging up on the other end, Duan Jiaxu put down his phone.
The phone screen had gone dark, but Sang Yan's phone had no password. He turned on the screen, found the recent calls, glanced at Sang Zhi's number, and then returned to the main interface.
He collected all the dry clothes and returned to the dormitory.
The small room became even more noisy. Sang Yan had already gotten off the bed and was standing next to Qian Fei watching him play the game. From time to time he would say "garbage operation", looking careless and in need of a fight.
Duan Jiaxu handed the phone back to him.
Sang Yan lazily said: "What did you leave behind?"
Duan Jiaxu said casually: "It's just a small thing, just leave it with your sister."
Sang Yan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Duan Jiaxu went into the toilet to take a shower. When he came out, it was already time to turn off the lights. He rubbed his hair with a towel, walked to his seat and turned on the desk lamp. He scanned the table and didn't see the weekly diary Sang Zhi mentioned.
He turned his head, noticed his schoolbag, and picked it up.
Sure enough, there were several exercise books and a light blue weekly diary.
Duan Jiaxu twitched his lips, pushed the homework aside, and took out a professional book to block it. Then he turned on the computer, opened a document on the desktop, and continued to prepare a report for the stage in two days.
The sounds of roommates playing around gradually became quieter until they became quiet.
As the night gets darker, other people's lights and cell phone lights in the dormitory are gradually turned off. There is only one light left in the dormitory, and the time on the lower right side of the computer is exactly fixed at two o'clock in the morning.
Duan Jiaxu turned off the computer and sorted out the things on the desktop.
Suddenly, he noticed Sang Zhi's weekly diary with half of it exposed. He raised his eyelids, pulled off the towel around his neck, and pulled out the notebook.
He opened a page at random.
Just happened to find the latest one.
Duan Jiaxu became slightly interested. He had no consciousness of respecting the children's privacy. He wrinkled his eyes sleepily and scanned them out of boredom.
The title is "A Stray Dog"——
June 24, 2009, Wednesday, cloudy.
The weather today was not very good. The sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain. I didn’t bring an umbrella. I got out of the car and hurried home as soon as I got out of the car. I ran all the way back to the community. When I was passing by a patch of grass, I suddenly looked at
A pure black stray dog arrived.
Seeing this scene, I stopped and my mood suddenly became as bad as the weather. When I noticed the dog's face, I suddenly felt even sadder and couldn't help but go over and talk to it.
When I see it, I think of my brother. Because it looks like the same mold as my brother. It seems like he is my brother's son.
…
…
Duan Jiaxu: "..."
His eyes paused for a long time. The fatigue that had lasted all day dissipated in an instant, and he suddenly laughed. In the quiet room, there was no sound. Only a few faint sounds of laughter came out.
Duan Jiaxu laughed for a long time before closing the book and walking to the toilet to wash up.
When he came out, he noticed the weekly diary on the table again. Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, remembering Sang Zhi's words "I can't get up." He paused for a few seconds and sat down.
He took out a new notebook and tore off a piece of paper.
Early the next morning.
Sang Zhi struggled for a long time, listening to the alarm clock ringing several times in succession, and the idea of letting go of the pigeons came to his mind dozens of times. When he finally heard the alarm clock on his mobile phone ringing, he sat up calmly.
She kicked off the quilt unhappily and got out of bed to wash up.
Liping had already gotten up to make porridge. When she heard the door opening, she thought it was Sang Rong who had woken up and didn't say anything. When she came out of the kitchen, she noticed a sleepy-looking Sang Zhi sitting at the dining table, waiting for food.
She was stunned: "Just? Why did you get up so early today?"
Sang Zhi rubbed his eyes: "I left my homework at school. I should go and make up for it as soon as possible."
This kind of thing basically never happened, and Li Ping didn't criticize her, she just said: "Then I ask your dad to take you to school? You can still sleep in the car for a while."
"No need." Remembering what Duan Jiaxu said about waiting at the station, Sang Zhi mumbled, "I made an appointment with my classmates to go together."
Li Ping didn't ask any questions and went into the kitchen to fill a bowl of porridge for her.
After breakfast, Sang Zhi put on her schoolbag and hurried out the door. After waiting at the station for a few minutes, she got on the earliest bus and found a seat to sit down.
The sleepiness has disappeared over time, and an overwhelming sense of tension has replaced it, attacking my heart.
The closer we get to our destination, the more uncomfortable we feel.
The distance from home to school is not that far, it takes about ten minutes by bus. When she heard the arrival announcement, Sang Zhi got off the bus with the crowd, her heart seemed to be in her throat.
I don't know where this tension comes from.
Sang Zhi grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and looked around.
No one was seen.
Worried that he was blocked by the bus stop sign, she walked around the bus stop carefully.
Still no one was seen.
Sang Zhi took out her mobile phone from her pocket and found that it was only half past six. She didn't know Duan Jiaxu's number, so she couldn't call him, so she could only wait. She was a little depressed and sat on a chair at the bus stop.
Two minutes later, Sang Zhi's cell phone vibrated.
The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number from Yihe City.
Sang Zhi picked up.
As expected, it was Duan Jiaxu on the other end of the phone. His voice followed the current and became more magnetic, low and sweet: "Child, are you awake?"
When everyone arrived, I asked if they were awake.
Sang Zhi was speechless and replied slowly: "I'm awake."
After thinking for a while, she also asked: "Are you still awake?"
"Huh?" Duan Jiaxu chuckled, "How can I call you when I'm still awake?"
"Then I didn't see you."
"Maybe because I haven't gone out yet?"
These words were in line with Sang Zhi's guess. She was not surprised. She kicked the pebbles in front of her in displeasure and said with a sullen face: "Brother, if you are late, your future girlfriend will look like Ruhua.
"
After thinking about it, she felt that it was not shocking enough, so she added: "The body shape is like that of a Transformer."
As soon as he finished speaking, something warm touched Sang Zhi's cheek.
Sang Zhi was startled and turned around subconsciously.
Duan Jiaxu leaned against the stop sign, holding a glass bottle of milk in his hand. He was wearing a red striped shirt today, the color was light, and he looked arrogant and unruly. He stared at Sang Zhi, his light brown pupils looked brighter because of the light.
Much deeper.
He stood up straight and said with a smile: "Ruhua?"
"..."
"Transformers?"
"..."
"Is this the only one you can find?"
"..."
"Child." Duan Jiaxu said with a faint smile, "Do you have a conscience?"
She didn't expect him to come right away. In front of him, Sang Zhi felt a little guilty about what she just said. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him or say a word.
Two seconds passed.
"However," Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes slightly, put the milk in his hand into her hand, and said thoughtfully, "Listen to what you said, this combination-"