Chapter 248: Daily, Erhu, National Level II

At 5:40 in the morning, Ying Lou woke up.

The physical card is no longer valid. He returned to his home.

He sat up lightly and quickly, and looked back at the arm that Xiaochi Chi had pillowed, and raised his hand to stroke his lips, to confirm that the three kisses last night with the taste of mint were not a dream, and then his fists clenched in front of his body, before lifting the covers, in a happy mood, and went down to the floor, sweeping the floor and making the bed, and then took the toiletries, and cleaned himself up, and took his school bag, ready to go out.

Ying Lou had just closed the door, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Xiaochi Chi sitting graciously on the back of his bicycle, one hand propped on the edge of the seat, his long legs folded casually, drinking fresh milk from the warehouse.

The summer days are long, and the six o'clock morning light splashes down on the boy's shoulders, reflecting brightly and gently on the side of his east-facing face.

Ying Lou looks at him and gently closes the door, with the double figure of a young man and a young Xiaochi Chi overlapping in front of her.

At the time of his complete relaxation, the two people, who are 12 years apart and have similar features, are two completely different individuals.

The young Xiaochi Chi's mouth is always slightly curved, full of youthful purity and vitality, while the young Xiaochi Chi is always lazy, ready to decorate himself into a painting full of hormones, but the brushwork technique is superior, and the emotion is on the lighter side.

Xiaochi Chi looks up with a straw in her mouth when she hears the door close.

In an instant, the two images of Chi Xiao merge together, their eye brows arched together.

Xiaochi Chi tapped his index finger on the car seat, "Boss, get a ride."

He pointed again to the milk and bread hanging from the handlebars in a small plastic bag: "...... fare."

...... Chi Xiao of the past, Chi Xiao of the present, all belong to one Ying Lou.

Ying Lou put her school bag in the basket and dutifully looked down at the condition of the tires.

Xiaochi Chi, who was sitting sideways, clutched her book bag, looked to the side and said, "Gas I'm full, let's go."

Ying Lou really wants to touch his head.

He stomped off the foot brace, "Why don't you get more sleep?"

"I'm a Grade 2 protected animal, so I'm delicate." Xiaochi Chi said brazenly, "The floor is too hard to sleep on. Xiaochi Chi shamelessly said, "The floor at home is too hard to sleep on."

Ying Lou gave a tame "hmmm" and raised his hand to wipe the bronze school tag on his right chest.

Ying Lou, senior class.

He gently wiped the tip of his index finger across the surface of the iron plate and re-wrote the words on it.

...... Ying Lou , National Level II.

He squared his badge carefully and gripped the handlebar: "Come sleep at my place tonight?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Let's see if your sister-in-law comes back."

Then, a wonderful silence fell on those who were ready to drive and those who were ready to ride at the same time.

Xiaochi Chi looked at Ying Lou: "Why don't you go? Did you lose your chain?"

Ying Lou did not say anything and looked down at his waist.

Xiaochi Chi grabbed the back seat.

Ying Lou : "Not holding will fall."

Xiaochi Chi babbled, "No, I'm growing up."

The morning study period for high school students starts at seven o'clock, but in Xiaochi Chi's second high school, the class teacher was already at the classroom door at 6:40 to catch the late arrivals, so Ying Lou decided to send Chi Xiao first.

Xiaochi Chi was once worried that he would crush the front wheel of his bike to a high level of embarrassment did not appear, Ying Lou rode the bike steadily, did not force the brakes halfway or make him fall on him or something, which made Xiaochi Chi very disappointed.

When she arrived at her destination, Ying Lou braced herself on one leg and let Xiaochi Chi down, asking thoughtfully, "How was the passenger's experience on the bus?"

Xiaochi Chi said, "Everything is fine except for the cost of shoes."

His legs were too long, and he couldn't sit on the back of the bike, so he crossed his feet and was even more tired, so he had to drag himself along the road and plow the furrows.

Looking at the trail he left behind, Xiaochi Chi felt the inexplicable joy of a farmer's son opening up the land for the first time.

Ying Lou looked at Xiaochi Chi's legs, which had nowhere to rest, and replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll try to get a new car soon."

Xiaochi Chi jumped out of the car and stomped his feet, "Change."

Ying Lou : "What kind of car do you like?"

Xiaochi Chi thought seriously for a moment and replied, "Money carriers."

Ying Lou smiled, "Roger that."

As she watched Xiaochi Chi enter the school, Ying Lou slumped on her bike and remembered the few fragments of her memories.

The back of the teenager pushing his bicycle along the road in silence overlaps and separates from the person in front of him.

Ying Lou leaned down and gently stroked the crossbar of the bike beneath her.

In his original world, the bike, he patched up a little by hand.

He was about to ride the bike away when the long-lost familiar murmur of the airwaves suddenly came to his ears.

Ying Lou holds her ear and frowns slightly.

A few moments later, he looked relieved.

Xiaochi Chi had just sat down in his seat and pulled out his language textbook when Ying Lou spoke up in his head: "Chi Xiao, I have to go back to 'In Between'."

Xiaochi Chi : "Is something wrong?"

"Good thing. It's a commendation." Ying Lou smiled. Ying Lou smiled, "The General System has just had a mid-year meeting, the case of Anyi Bai is a long-standing difficult case, no system dares to take it. Now that it's solved, the system has issued a commendation order for you, probably awarding you some exchange value or rare props or something like that, not much, but always an honor. You are in the middle of a mission, so I have to go back to collect a trip on your behalf."

At the end, Ying Lou added: "...... will have someone to cover the shift, don't worry."

Xiaochi Chi's hand was gathering stationery: "Who?"

Ying Lou replied, "089."

...... as he expected.

The small movements of the Lord God have accelerated.

Without the face-to-face observation, Ying Lou didn't pick up on Xiaochi Chi's mood swings very well: "I've already instructed him not to talk to him. There will be plenty of time for that later when we return to our world."

Xiaochi Chi casually responded, "Uh-huh."

Soon, 061 went offline and 089 came online.

Xiaochi Chi didn't expect that 089 didn't say a word except to say hello to him, as if Ying Lou had put a gag card on his mouth before he left.

But thanks to his quietness, Xiaochi Chi's current double-entry comedy has not been upgraded to a group comedy.

The classmate stepped into the classroom at the right time and fussed over Xiaochi Chi: "Holy shit, what happened to your face?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Mosquito bites."

The table: "What mosquitoes ah, dragging the family to eat buffet ah?"

He scrutinized Xiaochi Chi's face: "An electric mosquito swatter?"

Xiaochi Chi pushed him, "Go go go."

"Someone beat you up?" The same table asked, "Are you being pestered by those punks who want money?"

Xiaochi Chi decided to reveal a little secret to him appropriately, "No, my parents."

Table: "Take the electric mosquito swatter beat?"

Xiaochi Chi was amused: "Roll."

The table has a face of meat: "Holy shit, such a good face, don't give me ah."

After a while, when Xiaochi Chi was reciting "The Book of the Exodus", the same table came up to me again: "Are you serious? Your parents really beat you up."

Xiaochi Chi : "Hmm."

"Then the last time you hurt your arm and said it was the time the door panel caught ......"

Seeing that Xiaochi Chi did not speak, the table also understood.

He scratched the back of his head and looked slightly more serious: "How about, if your parents beat you again, you come to live in my house. My house is quite big."

Xiaochi Chi naturally will not refuse this kindness for " Xiaochi Chi ": "Thank you."

From just now onwards will be worried about the table then have a little smile: "Good boy, call father."

Xiaochi Chi pushed his head into the book.

Two days before the holiday, the hearts of the people have long been scattered to the ground.

The second middle school is next to an elementary school, which started debugging the radio early in the morning, and from time to time emitted the sound of the audition.

The students were still a bit energetic during the morning reading, pulling their voices and fighting against the thunderous "Oi Oi" sound, the result was that after the bell rang, everyone's throats were collectively overwhelmed and they stood up to receive water.

As a result, just after the bell was rung, the chemistry teacher stood on the stage, and the second set of national elementary school students' radio gymnastics, "The Eagle Takes Off", began to play.

The students looked back at the wall clock and wondered if God had shown up and fast-forwarded the time to recess.

But apparently, they thought a little too much.

Xiaochi Chi's tablemate turned his head in dismay: "It's early in the morning, why are you flying?"

Xiaochi Chi : "The early bird gets the worm."

The same table sighed with emotion and said, "A bunch of kids."

Xiaochi Chi's comment was, "Brother, if I remember correctly, you should have just arrived here from there two years ago.

Table: "Two years is not a year."

Xiaochi Chi thought about it and thought it made sense, so he did not refute him again.

The table buried his head in the chemistry textbook for a while, and snapped his head up: "Oh, I remember. When I went to school this morning, I saw a lot of parents coming from the next door, it seems to be a summer field day."

The back seat heard it and was surprised, "Nuts. It's July."

"This is not soon the Olympic Games, in response to the national call, the whole □ □ move it." The table said, "And I heard that they are engaged in fun games, the opening of a radio exercise competition, and then is a kangaroo jump, two people three feet or something. To put it bluntly, is to play."

After everyone had expressed their envy of the little kids, they were going to return to reality and read at ease, but who thought that after the first time, the daisy would soon start to take off for the second time.

Xiaochi Chi thought something was wrong: "In their radio exercise, do they do it as a group, or do they do it class by class?"

Table: "...... This father also does not know."

The latter proved to be true.

Because they played the fledgling eagle taking off about ten times in a row next, and you could faintly hear the announcement, "Thank you for the wonderful performance of X year X class".

After comparing her voice with the radio for a while, the chemistry teacher wisely chose to give up.

After a while, it seems that the teacher of our school went to intervene, and the volume of the broadcast was not so reckless, but the hearts of the people who were already scattered into a disk of sand, now became a living dust.

As soon as the bell rang, many students ran out into the hallway, holding their textbooks rolled into volumes that served as megaphones, and wrestled with the elementary school across the street.

There is help.

"Your mother is waiting for you at the check-in counter with two cans of Wan Chai milk.

"Lu XX students, are you lost! The radio has been shouting at you for ten fucking minutes!"

There are also mixed in with the mess.

"Five spice lamb feet, brine pig feet!"

"Collect the hair! Collect the long hair!"

Xiaochi Chi opened the window and looked out at a campus life he had never seriously experienced.

That one shaved only green stubble head, a sliver of smoke supported by the railing, bouncing, like the black and white keys on the piano.

It was a wonderful dream.

When the tablemate got tired of shouting and returned to his seat to unscrew his glass of water, he saw Xiaochi Chi staring intently out of the window and kicked him in the butt: "What are you thinking about?"

In the past, he would never dare to do such a transgressive action to this shy or cold table, one is not familiar, the second is afraid of being cut by girls.

Xiaochi Chi took the rare opportunity to be civilized in the second year of his life, an age when even a crime is easily forgotten and forgiven, and said, "Did you see outside?"

The same table nodded: "See, it's all my son."

Xiaochi Chi also tried to be strong and literary: "I thought of a song ......"

The table just drank half a mouthful of water did not waste, all on the back of Xiaochi Chi.

Xiaochi Chi : "...... What are you doing."

The same table wiped his mouth, "Sorry, I thought you were going to sing."

Xiaochi Chi : "What's wrong with me singing. You've heard me sing?"

Tablemate: "That's not true. But we all learned your erhu at the New Year's Day party last year."

Xiaochi Chi has long since forgotten this, and it was only after looking up the memories of the original owner, Xiaochi Chi, that he remembered that this had happened to him.

At the New Year's Day party six months ago, their class played a card draw trivia game.

In the first step, everyone wrote the names of everyone in the class on small slips of paper and grouped the pile together, labeled A.

Step 2: Write small slips of paper on all the locations in the class, such as the windowsill, the podium, and the desks, group them together, and label them B.

The third step is to write small notes on some poses, such as splits, handstands, duck squats, and regrouping, marked with a C.

Step 4: Write small notes on the performance items, such as singing, dancing, or playing the erhu, and put them together and mark them D.

After breaking up all the ABCD strips of paper, the host will randomly draw one of the four piles of strips of paper to spell out a complete sentence, and the person who is drawn must perform according to the instructions of the pieced together strips of paper.

A total of ten people were drawn for the show, and Xiaochi Chi won the ninth one in the lottery.

He drew a rare normal performance content.

Xiaochi Chi , on the windowsill, crosses his legs and plays erhu.

...... is better than the last unlucky person who splits the podium reciting Farewell to Kangqiao.

When Xiaochi Chi was in elementary school, he was interested in Ah Bing's Erhu, and he secretly made some strings from cotton wool and played it with chopsticks according to the Erhu score from an old bookstore. This time, for the New Year's Day party, a female student brought her family's erhu, which he had been coveting for a while, and to his surprise, he really won the erhu in a lottery.

Before he went on the stage, he gave a fist bump to everyone with great pride and ambition: "A dedication."

When the song was over, all was silent in the half of the building where he was.

The girl who brought the erhu was crying and heartbroken as she touched up to check her erhu, thinking it had been sawed off.

The next day, Xiaochi Chi was surrounded by the next class. Look, this is the one who played the piano like a decoration yesterday.

The girls pointed at him and said, "That's cute.

Xiaochi Chi, seeing her past self in her memory, held back for a long time before she could say, "I ...... played the erhu for the first time."

"Whoops, that's you playing the erhu." The same table said, "That erhu screams like you beat it."

Xiaochi Chi could not hold back any longer and laughed out loud. The more he laughed, the lower he bent his body, lying on the table, unable to straighten his back, laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes, which made his tablemates feel puzzled.

The table pushed his shoulder: "Hey, do you have a cramp?"

Xiaochi Chi shook his head and buried his face in the crook of his arm, rubbing away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes.

When he was small, he had such a happy time.

Even he himself forgot ah.