Beyond The Outline

That night, a rain fell silently in City C, and the sound of thunder was faint.

There was a very light smell on Shao Zhan's bed, like Lingyu's mint. Xu Sheng sent a message to Shao Zhan for a while before going to bed, and then embraced by this smell, he had a dream this night.

He dreamed of the heavy rain a year ago.

Xu Sheng and Xu Yaping have only quarreled on painting for so many years. Even if it is a quarrel, Xu Sheng will coax her in his own way afterwards. How ruthless the teenager was when he quarreled and knelt down on one knee and handed over flowers. His appearance is so gentle, he concealed the thorns all over his body, and finally sighed, yielding to Xu Yaping's "expectation" and "control".

Xu Yaping actually didn't dare to cry in front of Xu Sheng. She was going to get used to it, but the moment the bunch of flowers appeared in front of her, all the pressure overwhelmed her reason: "Thank you, it's beautiful, Mom loves it."

No one is born to be a parent or child. Concepts will inevitably collide, and not everything can be solved quickly and reasonably.

After Xu Sheng entered high school, she filled out her lodging application. Xu Yaping was busy with work. In addition, Linjiang Sixth Middle School's education system is closed management, and she didn’t think it was wrong. She would not indulge her children: "Accommodation is good, your age should be independent Now, you have to learn to plan your own time."

Xu Sheng joked: "I'm not at home, you take care of yourself."

Xu Yaping smiled: "What are you saying, am I your mother or are you my mother?"

The reduction in contact between the two is actually to reduce friction.

Therefore, Xu Yaping always felt that the relationship between her and Xu Sheng was not bad. Apart from some problems with Xu Sheng's grades, there were also... painting problems.

Xu Sheng's dream was very illogical. The timeline began to fall back from the bunch of flowers, and finally stopped at the window, the rain poured down, and the thunder that struck down from the distant sky.

The thunder and lightning flickered, and a light burst into the day from the night, as if to split the sky in half.

That day, he locked all the things related to painting in the warehouse. The keys were not willing to throw them away. They were hung on a black rope and hidden in his chest. He was lying on the bed. Before going to bed, he had a thought in his mind: If he had a choice, he Can you not be Xu Sheng?

Shao Zhan also had a dream.

It may have been a long time since he was called "Mom". He dreamed of the day his mother left.

Then I dreamed of a police car and a patter of rain.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to hear a sentence, that sentence was indistinct, and the only thing he could tell-it was his own voice.

If there is a choice, can he not be Shao Zhan.

This was just a momentary thought, and that thought quickly transformed into another question: if Shao Zhan isn't, who can he become? What do you want to become?

Just like almost everyone will imagine a meaningless thought: Will there be another me in the world, and if so, what kind of life is he now living?

Xu Sheng woke up the next day and realized that it had rained last night. He scratched his hair. He couldn't remember the contents of his dream clearly. Thinking back carefully, it seemed that he did hear the sound of thunder. Through the window, he saw the wet street scene outside the window.

-Are you up?

-It rained last night.

After Xu Sheng sent the message to Shao Zhan, he went downstairs to buy breakfast with an umbrella. This point is the peak dining period, even if outside

A few more tables and chairs are added to the noodles, and there is still a need to wait.

Xu Sheng didn't get bored waiting by the side, just like he needs to observe when drawing sketches. He is used to capturing scenes with his eyes. The owner of the breakfast shop is a couple, about 50 years old, and looks simple.

After the table of people sitting outside for dinner check out, Xu Sheng sat down and ordered: "Two steamed buns, one tofu nao, thank you."

"Eight dollars."

After Xu Sheng paid the money, Shao Zhan just returned the news.

S: It's up.

Xu Sheng asked: Where is my mother?

S: I said that I worked overtime on weekends. I went out early in the morning and left a note.

Xu Yaping often works overtime, which is a good thing now. What I am afraid of is that she stays at home face to face with Shao Zhan, which is easy to reveal.

Xu Sheng: That's good, you can go out if you want. There are two exhibition halls nearby that are not bad.

S came back with a screenshot of him and "self╍╍"

Screenshot of the chat interface.

Xu Sheng:?

S: You ran too fast yesterday to have time to ask.

S: When did you change the remarks?

The three-character remarks were changed by Xu Sheng himself. Of course, he remembers that the previous remarks were for himself. Now that the identity is changed, the subject of the remarks is inevitably ashamed of this remark.

Xu Sheng overcomes the shame and replied: boyfriend, is there a problem?

S: No.

S: Student Xu is very conscious and worthy of praise.

Shao Zhan occasionally makes a serious joke.

How could there be a problem? The only problem the two have now is that they want to contact each other with their own identities. Xu Sheng glanced at the time and realized that half a day had passed since the holiday. He didn't know when to wait for the next thunderstorm.

Xu Sheng put down his phone for breakfast in the middle of the conversation. He didn't think anything was wrong. Later, a customer ordered the same meal as him. He was obviously a frequent visitor: "Ten yuan. , Don't bother you to find it."

Xu Sheng looked down at his own, eight yuan, and an extra cup of soy milk.

Xu Sheng: Your aunt at the breakfast shop downstairs is kind to you.

Xu Sheng finished typing and saw that the lady boss was bending over to wipe the table, so she squeezed the spoon in her hand and smiled at her. The lady boss knew "Shao Zhan"

She is usually reticent. She feels distressed about what happened to the child and tried her best to help. The first time she saw this child take the initiative to say hello, she wiped her hands in a daze: "Is it okay to eat? Do you want to add something."

Xu Sheng: "No, I'm full. The steamed buns are delicious. You made them much better than the breakfast shop outside the school."

In just a few words, the lady boss wanted to give him a few more things.

Shao Zhan didn't know where he came to the conclusion.

S: What?

Xu Sheng: Give a discount and give soy milk, don’t you know?

Shao Zhan was sitting at his desk writing papers. After reading the news for a while, he remembered what the owner of the breakfast shop looked like. He did go to that breakfast shop often, but he barely said a few words, let alone anything. impression.

There are differences in the way people look at things, and Shao Zhan is a purely rationalist.

Eating breakfast is really a small thing, but through Xu Sheng's eyes, what you see is the other side.

Xu Sheng plans to go back to do his homework after eating. He is not right here.

Familiar, there is no place for him to pass the time if he wants to play. It is better to go back to do his homework and make a video call with Shao Zhan.

Xu Sheng put the phone on the side casually, no matter from which angle he can only shoot half of the pen.

"Which paper are you writing?" Shao Zhan asked.

Xu Sheng put headphones in one ear, and the long headphone cord went around his hand: "Mathematics."

"Why don't you like other subjects?" Shao Zhan asked suddenly.

Xu Sheng was stunned, and he didn't want to say why.

Shao Zhan didn't let go of any opportunities, and tried to tempt him: "Sometimes you are more repulsive subjects, have you ever thought about it, but you haven't found the right method for you."

Xu Sheng: "..." Why is it here again?

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Shao Zhan: "The interest in learning can be cultivated."

Xu Sheng: "Boyfriend, this is the case. My network is not very good."

Shao Zhan: "..."

Xu Sheng: "It's better now, you change the topic and continue talking."

Xu Sheng made Shao Zhan dumbfounded. He finally sighed, thinking about mathematics, just mathematics, at least one class has started.

Xu Sheng did half of the problem. When Shao Zhan turned the book and told him about the knowledge points of the second semester of high school in advance, the doorbell rang twice—

"Isn't there no one in your house," Xu Sheng put down his pen, "who."

Shao Zhan is also not clear: "It may be express."

Xu Sheng also felt that the possibility of express delivery was relatively high. He didn't think much about it. He took off his earphones and got up and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, he stared at the child standing outside.

The boy standing outside the door was almost as tall as his shoulders, his hair was short shaved, and his eyes were big.

Xu Sheng: "You..." delivered the courier?

This doesn't look like it.

Xu Sheng wanted to ask who you were, and the next second he swallowed these words back rigorously, turning them into a vague question: "You have something to do with me?"

The boy was obviously afraid of him, and he hesitated for a few seconds before calling him timidly: "Cousin."

"Ah," Xu Sheng responded quickly and responded kindly, "Cousin."

It turned out to be a cousin, but I didn't hear Shao Zhan mention that there shouldn't be many contacts in normal times.

He can still bluff a little kid, it's not a big problem.

Xu Sheng thought, calmly glanced at the concealed bedroom door, and took the time to curse at himself: Why don't you bring your phone out.

This cousin just thinks that Shao Zhan is difficult to approach. He always looks cold in his memory. He looks scarier than the teacher. He has heard of many legends of school bosses before. Later, his grades are so good, and he has had close contact with Shao Zhan. But no matter how it develops, there is a sense of distance: "My mother asked me to ask and ask you, do you want to eat or eat at our house today at noon? She deliberately stewed chicken and chicken soup."

This is still a stutter...

Xu Sheng didn't want to agree. It's better to do more than less, but when the boy finished speaking the last half of his sentence, he couldn't bear to refuse the kindness of his elders: "You wait a moment."

"What about me," Xu Sheng had to find an excuse to go back to the bedroom, "...I remember that I have something to give you."

Cousin: "?"

Xu Sheng returned to the bedroom. The video call was not over yet. He raised his hand and pulled the camera in and asked: "Your cousin is looking for you, saying that your aunt specially cooked chicken soup for you, and your cousin stammers when talking. These are not important.

, Can I go? "

Shao Zhan obviously didn't expect this from his cousin.

The relationship between him and his cousin's family is not very close, but it is definitely not bad. There are occasional contacts and the relationship is maintained fairly harmonious. When his cousin just entered junior high school, he also helped him make up for a period of class.

Besides, when people come to the door, it is always not good to refuse: "Yes, just talk less, and they shouldn't ask more."

Xu Sheng: "I think so."

Xu Sheng simply jotted down the knowledge points: "What is your cousin's name?"

Shao Zhan: "Zhang Pengyu."

Zhang Pengyu waited in the living room for a few minutes. He really didn't expect that his cousin, who had always been indifferent, would even prepare a gift for him.

Xu Sheng looked at the entire bedroom, and there was nothing to be called a "gift". How did Zheng worry about the end? He saw Shao Zhan's schoolbag with a familiar set of "Question Library", which he bought for him when he was chasing Shao Zhan. Later, Shao Zhan tried to let him do this set of questions.

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So a few minutes later, Zhang Pengyu saw his cousin coming out of the bedroom, and sincerely squeezed a thick pile of "Question Bank" into his hand, and shook his hand in greeting: "Pengyu, we haven't had a long time We met."

Zhang Pengyu shook his hand.

Xu Sheng: "In fact, my cousin always keeps you in his heart. Look at this set of questions whether you like it or not."

Zhang Pengyu: "But this..."

The little cousin's sight fell on a line of small print under the "Examination Bank Daquan": high school edition.

This is a high school question!

There is nothing that can’t come back. Xu Sheng paused for a second and said, “Don’t look at it as a high school question. What is important to study is to cultivate the consciousness of self-learning. It’s good for you to preview the content of high school in advance. help."

Cousin is Xueshen.

What the cousin said must be correct.

Although this "gift" was a little unexpected, and it went straight to the next level, Zhang Pengyu was deeply moved in his heart, and even felt that the distance between him and his cousin... was also close.

Speaking of which, my cousin today is indeed very kind. Compared with before, I always feel that it is different.

Xu Sheng had originally had the mentality of having a meal in the past and returning after eating, and didn't take it seriously to go to his cousin's house for dinner.

Xin said that this task is very easy.

In fact, it was really relaxed. When Xu Sheng passed by at noon, it was a woman who opened the door, curled her hair, tied into a handful of hair behind her head, with a simple appearance, with a plain face: "Xiao Zhan is here."

Xu Sheng shouted: "Auntie."

Aunt Shao Zhan loves this child in her heart. After all, she has watched him grow up since childhood, but Shao Zhan has closed his door too tightly in the past few years.

He quickly grew up in his own way. He started doing part-time jobs by himself when he was not in class. He also heard from the teacher that he didn't study well and fights all day long...

She could only greet him to come to home for a meal during the holidays, and take care of it: "It's just right, my soup has just been simmered..."

Aunt Shao Zhan's cooking skills are good, and Xu Sheng drank two bowls of that pot of chicken soup.

Halfway through the second bowl of drinking, Xu Sheng was slapped abdomen, wondering how to stray after a while, but Aunt Shao Zhan, who was across from the dining table, tightened the tissue in her hand and opened her mouth and said, "Actually, this time, Aunt There is also a ruthless please."

Xu Sheng: "?"

Aunt Shao Zhan: "Pengyu did not do very well in the final exam. When he was in junior high school, didn't you give him a make-up lesson? He passed the third grade exam that semester. Now the more things he learns, the more his grades slipped to the third. Thirty-eight...Aunts are also illiterate, can you help him make up lessons again?"

Xu Sheng wondered if he had heard it wrong.

What to make up.

Make up lessons?

This aunt gave him the whole proposition no matter how he started.