Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 213 Wait for me to come back
Qingran only learned of Bai Wenxing's name on the day of make-up class on Tuesday.

She also finally knew that the gentle and handsome boy in front of her was her competitor in the physics finals.

Qingran was a little puzzled, it was not time for class, and the teacher hadn't come to the classroom yet.

So Qingran asked Bai Wenxing who was across the aisle from her: "Shiyi High School is so far away from here, why did you come here to make up lessons?"

City No. [-] High is almost halfway across the city from F High, so Qingran will be puzzled.

Bai Wenxing helped the glasses that had slipped slightly on the bridge of his nose. The gentle and handsome boy was a little shy when facing a girl he didn't know very well. He smiled lightly: "I'm here to live with my parents." During the summer vacation, they have been working here, and I will go back when school starts."

"Oh." Qingran understood.

To her, Bai Wenxing is as tough an opponent as Xie Yingan, and she cannot be taken lightly.

There are not many students in the make-up class, and there are only more than 20 students in a rough count.

The physics teacher is a middle-aged female teacher, she looks very capable in the past, she introduced her surname Xu just after the first class, but she didn't say a word about the rest.

Teacher Xu didn't specifically arrange how the students should sit, so the students in this class randomly chose the same table and sat in the seats they chose at will.

Before the class started, Mr. Xu took a preliminary test, saying that he wanted to know how well their physics background was doing.
Sitting next to Qingran, Ruan Ruan's face instantly turned into a bitter gourd shape, and she complained: "My God! Why can't I escape the fate of the exam if I make up a class?"

Complaints belong to complaints, but none of the test papers that should be done can't be dropped.

During the recess after the exam, several girls got together and chatted.

Li Qingmo, who was in the last row, was playing with his mobile phone boredly. He regretted coming to make up the class, and felt that it was not interesting at all.

Xu Liang, who was sitting with Fang Jin, was too embarrassed to stay among the girls at this meeting. He walked to the back and mixed with some boys before the meeting.

Boys' friendships are always faster than girls', including facial paralysis such as Xu Liang, which is very strange.

The girls here are almost all in groups, and they find their own partners during breaks, and no one takes the first step towards friendship.

The 10-minute break passed quickly. In the second class, Mr. Xu briefly explained some of the more commonly used points that they had learned before.

While taking notes, Qingran was still thinking, Xu Liang is here, her brother is also here, Xie Yingan didn't follow?

It's really not his style.

So much so that she had an indescribable feeling in her heart, and she probably still had some expectations.

Qingran didn't know the answer to this question until he got home from school in the afternoon and took out his phone.

Xie Yingan's WeChat message was sent two days ago. He said that he was taken back to his hometown by his parents to see his grandparents, and he left on the second morning of the holiday.

In addition to saying goodbye to those few messages, the last one also stated the time of his return.

He said that he would come back within a week, and asked Qingran to see the WeChat message and reply to him.

Qingran looked at the time displayed on the upper left corner of the phone, it was 21:37 in the evening, Xie Ying'an was definitely still awake at this time.

She replied with an "um".

Xie Yingan over there really replied in seconds: Did you go to class today?
Qingran didn't expect Xie Ying'an to remember her class time today, and she replied with a nodding emoji.

Xie Ying'an asked again: Are you still adapting to the new environment?
Qingran hesitated for a moment, then edited the matter of today's class and the first thing to do was the test, and sent it to Xie Ying'an.

This is really the first time in Qingran's history that she has typed so many words on WeChat. She is obsessive-compulsive, and after typing, she checked carefully for typos before sending it out.

Half a minute later, Xie Yingan made a video call via WeChat.

Qingran stared at the screen in a daze for a moment, then dimmed the lights in the room almost subconsciously, then half leaned on the bed screen and held up the phone to the camera.

The light in the room on her side has been adjusted to warm yellow, and the shadows are a little dim. She never thought that Xie Ying'an's side was darker than her side, so dark that even Xie Ying'an's outline could not be seen clearly.

As soon as Qingran was connected, I heard the sound of insects, followed by frogs, accompanied by the sound of water flowing.

Xie Ying'an's grandparents didn't like to stay in the city, and they went back to the countryside to take care of their old age, so it's not surprising that these voices came from them.

Xie Yingan's slightly lowered voice came from the darkness: "Ranran, can you hear me?"

It's a bit stuttering, but still audible.

"I can hear it." Qingran stared at the phone screen for a while before asking him: "It's so late, are you still outside?"

With the faint light of the crescent moon, the scenery with the outline of mountains and rivers comes into view.

"Well, I'm out fishing with grandpa."

As he said that, Xie Ying'an switched to a scene. Under the lights, several ancient and rare old people were sitting by the river fishing. A lamp was placed behind them. Fish splashed in the wooden barrels under the lamp from time to time.

In the distance is the outline of the mountain and the gurgling sound of the water, accompanied by the chirping of insects and frogs...

Just by imagination, you can know that everywhere you look, there must be scenery.

Tsk!Xie Ying'an is having a really good day, unlike her who is on vacation and struggling with making up lessons, Qingran holds her mobile phone with a little bit of envy.

The phone screen slowly moved towards the direction of those old people, Xie Ying'an's voice was full of joy: "Let me show you the fish that grandpa caught."

Xu was infected with the relaxed atmosphere over there, and Qingran laughed silently: "Okay!"

While speaking, Xie Ying'an had already walked to the side of the wooden barrel, and he pointed the camera directly above the wooden barrel. The water surface in the wooden barrel shimmered under the light, and a few half-sized crucian carp were floating in the water.

Xie Ying'an acted as the narrator: "This bucket of fish was caught by grandpa."

Qingran praised from the bottom of her heart: "Grandpa is amazing!"

Then, Xie Ying'an moved the camera to the top of the wooden barrel next to the wooden barrel. He laughed twice before saying: "This barrel of fish was caught by Grandpa Zhang."

There are countless half-sized crucian carp and carp in this wooden barrel, which is too full to swim. The number is so large that it seems that the fish are about to overflow, which is three to five times more than Grandpa Xie's.

Qingran: "..."

Can I take back what I said about Grandpa Xie just now?

Qingran finally understood why Xie Ying'an laughed like that just now.

When Xie Ying'an moved the camera again, an old man laughed and cursed: "Stinky boy! Grandpa is competing with old man Zhang. It's fine if you don't help, and you come here to make trouble. Whose grandson are you?"

Before Xie Ying'an could speak, another old man replied from a distance: "It's just that I am short of a grandson, let Xiao An be my grandson, but you thank the old man for saying it yourself..."

The screen returned to darkness, and the voices of the old men over there were getting farther and farther away. Xie Ying'an took the phone and walked to the place where the video was started just now.

The two talked a few words about fishing, and the signal started to falter.

It was windy at night, and the signal in the mountains was already bad, which would make the rain worse.

Xie Yingan was still talking, except for the wind, Qingran heard him seem to say something: "... Ranran, wait for me to go back."

Maybe the signal was not good enough, but after Xie Yingan finished speaking, there was no sound from there.

Qingran said "Hello" to the microphone of the mobile phone a few times, but there was no response from the other end, and the screen in the dark stopped shaking.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, Qingran hung up the phone, thought about it and decided to sleep.

(End of this chapter)