Beyond The Outline

That night, a rain fell silently in City C, with faint thunder.

There was a very light smell on Shao Zhan's bed, like Ling Ling'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 about painting for so many years. Even if it was a quarrel, Xu Sheng would coax her in his own way afterwards. How ruthless the teenager was when he quarreled and knelt down on one knee. 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 getting used to it, but the moment the bunch of flowers appeared in front of her, all the pressure overwhelmed her sanity: "Thank you, it's beautiful. Mom loves it."

No one is born to be a parent or child. Ideas 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 is busy with work. In addition, Linjiang Sixth Middle School's education system is closed management, and she doesn't feel wrong. She will not condone her children: "No matter how you live, you should live independently at your age 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 talking about, 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. In addition to 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 struck down from the distant horizon.

The thunder and lightning flashed, 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. Didn’t he willing to throw away the keys, hung on a black rope and hidden in his chest. He was lying on the bed, and a thought came to his mind before going to bed: 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 vague, the only thing that could be distinguished-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 is not, who can he become?What do you want to become?

Just like almost everyone imagines 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 could not remember the contents of his dream clearly. Thinking carefully, it seemed that he did hear thunder.Through the window, he saw the wet street scene outside.

-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. The layout of the nearest breakfast shop was simple, and the atmosphere of the market came to his face.This point is the peak time for dining, even if there are more tables and chairs outside, you still 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 breakfast shop owner is a couple, about 50 years old, and looks simple.

Waiting for the people sitting outside to 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.

S came back with a screenshot, which was the screenshot of the chat interface between him and "self".

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 remembered 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 vacation. He didn't know when the next thunderstorm would be.

Xu Sheng put down his cell 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, I will give you all the madam boss. , 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 that "Shao Zhan" was usually reluctant to talk. Seeing this child take the initiative to say hello, he wiped his hands in a daze: "Is it okay to eat? Do you want to add something."

Xu Sheng: "No, I'm full. The 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 hardly said a few words, let alone anything. impression.

There are differences in the way people see things. 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 intends to go back to do his homework after eating. He is not familiar with this place. He has nowhere 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 could 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 there was no reason to say.

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?

Shao Zhan: "Learning interest 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 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 an express."

Xu Sheng also felt that the possibility of express delivery was relatively high, so he took off his headphones 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 express?

This doesn't look like it.

Xu Sheng wanted to ask who you were, and in 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, 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 exchanges 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 eat or eat at our house today? She specially stewed chicken and chicken soup."

This is still a stutter...

Xu Sheng didn't want to agree. It's better to do more than to do less, but after the boy finished the last half of his sentence, he couldn't bear to refuse the elder's kindness: "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 did not expect this cousin.

The relationship between him and his cousin's family cannot be said to be 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 probably won'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 to others, would even prepare a gift for him.

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

So a few minutes later, Zhang Pengyu saw his cousin coming out of the bedroom, and sincerely squeezed a thick pile of "Question Bank Encyclopedia" into his hand, and shook his hand in greeting: "Pengyu, we haven't had a long time 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 won’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 is very helpful for you to preview the content of high school in advance. help."

Cousin is Xueshen.

My cousin must be right.

Although this "gift" was a bit unexpected, and even directly passed the 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.

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...

She could only greet him to come to the house for a meal during the holidays, and take care of it: "Just right, my soup has just been cooked..."

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

When the second bowl was halfway through, Xu Sheng was slapped abdomen, wondering what to do later, but Aunt Shao Zhan, who was across from the table, grabbed the tissue in her hand and opened her mouth and said, “Actually, this time, Aunt Shao. 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 No. 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.