waste heat

Chapter 6

Zhao Yibai didn't sit for too long.

After he left, Cheng Yan's pen stopped. Hearing the sound of the door, his original hippie smile collapsed.

Throwing the pen, leaning back on the sofa, feeling lazy, Cheng Yan scratched his forehead with his fingers, his expression was slack, his pupils were not focused, he didn't know where he was looking, and his thoughtful look reflected something Seriously, the bangs were disturbed by his fingertips, but Cheng Yan suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and changed the shoes on his feet.

He changed into sneakers.

Limping, locking the door, entering the elevator, Cheng Yan left the house.

There is a fresh air environment outside. There is a square on the left side of the community. Residents of the community will gather there to chat about family affairs at dusk. The house is lively.

Cheng Yan didn't come here for fun, he just felt bored and needed to come out to breathe.

There are children playing ball in the square, and Cheng Yan often comes here. For example, when you are free on Sundays, you don’t want to run too far. This is where you get together to play ball. Dad came here to catch him, one catch at a time.

At this time, the children jumping under the basketball hoop saw him coming in, and they all ran towards him like having fun, calling him brother. They really thought it was Cheng Yan's relatives who didn't recognize him in this situation. Enthusiastic, Cheng Yan hurriedly backed away and said three times: "Don't come here, you won't be able to withstand the collision."

One of the more mature children said, "Brother, are your legs still not healed?"

Cheng Yan said honestly, "Not that fast."

The child said: "I see you haven't attended class for several days."

Cheng Yan said: "I'll stay at home, where can you see it?"

The child has reason and evidence: "My mother said it, she said it was your mother."

"My mother." Cheng Yan patted his forehead.

"Then will you still be able to play in the future?" Another kid asked with his mouth open.

"Yes, it's just a sprain, it's fine when it's healed."

"Oh." The kid nodded.

Cheng Yan found a chair on one side and sat down. The children wanted him to play, but they all knew that he was injured, so they could only let him sit. Cheng Yan looked at this group of cheerful little kids, his playing skills had already improved. They are no longer young, a few people who have not graduated from elementary school are organized together all day long, and they call themselves the direct disciples of "Rukawa Maple" and "Sakuragi Flower Road". As a member of the sophomore boy, forget it.

In fact, there is nothing special about basketball, but it is very peculiar. Some people like it and some don't. Cheng Yan knows that it's not that they don't love this sport, but they are purely lazy. When Cheng Yan started to like this sport, everyone in the class The only one who can play is Zhao Yibai. Most people can get started playing basketball, but playing games is another matter. He doesn't have such a big obsession, he only regards basketball as a hobby, but now he devotes all his enthusiasm to it.

When I was young, what I pursued was a kind of happiness. I felt that it was very cool to play with many friends. After I grew up, I gradually stopped thinking about it. I began to pursue winning and losing. I was often unhappy because of losing. Understand face and self-esteem.

He has been playing since he was a child, and he is considered to be an early touch player. He has experienced various games, big and small, and has seen various levels and skills. However, he has not been able to improve his own rather slow progress. change this state.

His golf skills are not bad, he is quite old at his age, but he set his goal too high, and he is doomed to be disappointed because he can't reach that level.

Cheng Yan propped his chin, crossed one leg, sat on the bench, and watched the children playing ball leisurely and full of thoughts. At this moment, the ball passed over the crowd and hit him. This time, Cheng Yan paid attention to it. , took it quickly and threw it back into the hands of the boy who was running this way.

"Brother, I saw Master Bai just now." The little boy who was hugging the ball spoke to Cheng Yan, Zhao Yibai's home is not far from here, he can also come to get together, everyone knows each other, mention it It's the tone of an old friend.

"Well, he was at my house just now." Cheng Yan said.

"Call him out, he hasn't come to teach us for a long time." The child was thinking about it, now Cheng Yan can't count on it, so he can only focus on Zhao Yibai.

Children like to play with adults, Cheng Yan understands this mentality, he also came here like this, vying to show himself in front of adults.

"He just went back, call again tomorrow."

"Ah... okay." The boy threw the ball in his hand and wiped the sweat off his face. He didn't behave like a kid in the sixth grade. I like this kid the most.

No matter how young Dou Yaoyao is, he can realize that Cheng Yan likes him, and he also likes to hang out with Cheng Yan's buttocks. He liked to follow him before, but Cheng Yan, who was away from home for three days, didn't give him many opportunities to follow him. When he grows up, he at least understands what boredom is. He is afraid of Cheng Yan's attitude towards him, so he maintains an indifferent state.

He is forward-thinking and far-sighted. He is definitely more mature than the group of brainless kids who cling to Cheng Yan. Dou Yaoyao always thinks so.

He sat next to Cheng Yan, stepped on the bench, tied his shoelaces, and asked casually, "Brother, did you break up with Song Yu?"

Cheng Yan thought he was deaf for a while, but he suddenly got excited, turned around to look at the serious kid next to him, and said with a smile: "What did you say?"

Dou Yaoyao said: "I guess, it should be accurate?"

Cheng Yan was very puzzled by his choice of words: "Break up?"

Dou Yaoyao explained: "Basically, it means no contact, you should understand."

He still doesn't know what breaking up is?But have you ever seen two men talk about breaking up?It was still a child's mouth, Cheng Yan was shocked and couldn't help but dilate his pupils: "Who taught you this bad word?"

Dou Yaoyao waved his hands and said: "I realized it myself, just like Jiezi and Siqi, they stopped talking after they broke up, and they stopped playing together."

Cheng Yan suddenly felt that it was very interesting, so he held back his smile and followed Dou Yaoyao's words: "Who are Jiezi and Siqi?"

Dou Yaoyao said: "You don't know someone in our class. They are in a relationship. Siqi is so bad that she is going to die. I don't know how Jiezi fell in love with her."

Dou Yaoyao was complacent, with a child's conceit and narcissism, he had an inexplicable sense of superiority when he spoke, which felt pretty fucked up, and Cheng Yan couldn't help laughing.

"Do you know what falling in love is?" Cheng Yan raised a question from the depths of his soul. Two children in the sixth grade actually talked about love in a big way. He remembered that when he was in sixth grade, he didn't even know what Q_Q was. , Now there is a kid in the sixth grade telling him a so-called love story?

Is he out of date?At that time, he had to cover his eyes while watching the intimate scenes on TV. Even if the kids are precocious nowadays, they don’t have such a thorough maturity.

When Dou Yaoyao talked about excitement, he showed no shyness on his face, and even made a big gesture of wanting to discuss with Cheng Yan: "Who doesn't know that when you are in love, don't you just hold hands and kiss, it's those things that parents don't let you do."

The summary was in place, Cheng Yan refreshed his three views, and lowered his voice consciously, "You understand quite well, did you also do something bad in school?"

"It's not me, it's Jiezi and Siqi. They did something bad and were caught by the teacher. Their parents have come to school. I laughed so hard. How could it be possible for them."

Cheng Yan was listening and didn't know how to reply. Dou Yaoyao was still laughing, seemingly happy to talk about these taboo topics. It was too early for him at this age, but they have already touched on these and stopping them would be a dead end. Cheng Yan Yan wasn't so kind, and didn't know how to teach him what to do. That was his teacher and parents' business.

He just felt happy, sure enough, taboo is a topic that is always full of fun.

"I just said you and Song Yu, brother, you two are just like Jiezi and Siqi, you don't communicate anymore, I haven't seen him for a long time."

Cheng Yan said lightly: "Well, we broke up."

Dou Yaoyao said: "Really or not, why?"

He still didn't understand that well, he only knew that the word breakup meant no more contact, but he didn't understand the weirdness of using it between boys, and Cheng Yan didn't want to explain it, at first he thought that Dou Yaoyao was so shrewd He and Song Yu could see the tricks, but later found out that they were just out of curiosity that they would no longer interact with each other, and it was his own overthinking.

"If you can't play together, we'll break up." Cheng Yan's words are concise and to the point, it feels superfluous to say such a word, and there is nothing to elaborate on with the sixth-grade children. This matter can't be opened to some friends and parents around him. Dou Yaoyao Not even that exception.

Dou Yaoyao didn't believe such an answer, and said with doubts: "Impossible, you two are so good."

Cheng Yan looked at the children who were still running wildly on the court, a ball became the target of all, flew around in the hands of several boys, and finally hit the net, starting a new round of competition.

"It's not that good." Cheng Yan said indifferently.

"It's definitely better than Lord Bai." Dou Yaoyao said.

"It's best to be with Lord Bai." Cheng Yan argued hard.

Dou Yaoyao opened his eyes in disbelief. Although he knew that Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai had the most contacts, and they were very close, a few steps away, he still insisted on his own opinion, pondered, and said hesitantly: "I don't think so. .”

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"

Dou Yaoyao hugged his legs and said, "Anyway, I think you and Song Yu have the best time together, and you must be saying that because you are not playing together anymore."

Cheng Yan twisted his wrist, lowered his head and played with his fingers, and insisted: "I grew up with Zhao Yibai, and we haven't been separated for so many years. We also went to school together. It's obvious who plays best with us. Yes, what are you arguing with me?"

Cheng Yan shouldn't talk about these things with a person who hasn't graduated from elementary school, but because he talked about Song Yu, he occasionally wants to argue that in Song Yu, the feelings that can be clearly distinguished from the words that can be clearly explained The topic, he hopes to follow through to the end, and he doesn't want people around him to have any doubts, and he doesn't want any more confusion.

Even though he was an unnecessary brat, he wanted to reason with him clearly, and couldn't wait to draw the line.

It's just that he said so much, the stubborn kid still denied him, Dou Yaoyao said: "No, Jiezi and I also went to school together, each class and age, we played together all the time, and then I met Xiaolong. I feel better with Xiaolong."

Cheng Yan looked at him, and before he had time to speak, Dou Yaoyao added: "Brother, though, I don't know what happened between you and Song Yu, but I think it's a pity, you two used to play so well."

"That's what you think."

"Really?" Dou Yaoyao said: "You are crazy with him all day long, Bai Ye is always left behind by you, every time he comes, I feel that you greet him more warmly than Bai Ye, even your temper It's all good."

Cheng Yan could almost hear the frequency of his heartbeat, he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, but was brought into those crazy past years by Dou Yaoyao's few words, and he didn't respond for a long time.

"Just like me and Xiaolong, if Xiaolong comes, I will definitely share all the good things with him, and my collection of models and so on, Jiezi has never seen it, as long as Xiaolong comes, I will take the initiative to give it to him Needless to say, anyway, I just want to play all the good things with him, and I think this is a good game.”

Cheng Yan listened, no one knew better than him the state that the words "play well" should have. He also hoped that he and Song Yu only played well, and he also hoped that he just treated him as a It’s just better friends than Zhao Yibai. If everything was so simple, it wouldn’t be the current situation, but people are too greedy. When he met Song Yu, he already had impure thoughts, which is equivalent to It was a situation of flattery, he kept this kind of mind firmly, and his flattery also had a certain effect, until the friendship with Song Yu became deeper, he planned everything in the future, and planned a nearly perfect and comprehensive plan The blueprint is a thousand calculations, but I didn't expect that the big plan that had been conceived for so long was broken because of a moment of involuntary emotion.

He thought it was reasonable to receive Song Yu's rejection, because he hid it so well before, not revealing any clues, so that when he showed up, he was scared like that.

Friendship has gone beyond the limit, but the status of lover will never be satisfied, so why so many people are afraid of confessing, worrying about confessing, Cheng Yan has proved this fate with practical actions.

They were never lovers, they were never friends.

Secret love is indeed the best state, there will be no rejection, no broken love, he has the right to stop at any time, but he understands too late, after it is too late to make up for it.

"Two people come to get electricity, and they are far apart and try to find a way to meet each other. They can be comfortable together, and they won't be embarrassed if they don't talk. You understand him, and he understands you. I look at you and you understand what it means. Then It's a good game." Cheng Yan's voice was firm, and he didn't care whether Dou Yaoyao could understand or not, he seemed to be saying to himself: "It's not that each other is irrelevant to each other, I can do without him, and he can do without me , this almost transparent and indifferent feeling.”

Dou Yaoyao's head was full of question marks, he really couldn't understand it, it was too convoluted, the main reason was that Cheng Yan spoke too fast, and the voice behind was still a little low, so he couldn't hear clearly, let alone digest it.

"Yaoyao! It's your turn!" a classmate called from under the basketball hoop.

Dou Yaoyao hurriedly said: "Oh! Here we come!"

He ran over, under Cheng Yan's nose.

It was almost time, Cheng Yan was going to leave, Dou Yaoyao beckoned him to wait for a while, Cheng Yan didn't intend to continue talking nonsense with him, he walked a few steps, the phone rang.

"Something happened, something happened." Guan Di reported to him, and Cheng Yan hummed, letting him speak slowly.

Guan Di said: "Are you coming to school tomorrow? Qu Tao has an appointment with the little prince."

Cheng Yan asked as he walked, but his pace was slow, and he couldn't pick up the speed at all. He hesitated for a long time and didn't walk out of the square, "Where's the head?"

Guan Di said: "Master Tao, there are a few of us here, and there are Kang Wei from Class [-] and the others. The monkey from Class [-], Bai Ye, said he was going to call. What is his brother's background and how many people are there, it's a bit uncomfortable."

At this time, I can’t pretend to be a master, otherwise they will be lying on the ground tomorrow, Guan Di’s voice is anxious, Cheng Yan knows that according to the current situation, Guan Di should be in the stage of looking for someone urgently, Cheng Yan asked in a low voice: “The location. "

"Tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon, the abandoned factory on West Street."

Cheng Yan said he got it, and hung up the phone.

He looked at the phone, not surprised at all, fighting is commonplace, for their impetuous and impulsive age.

Under the dark sky, Cheng Yan glanced back, the group of children were still playing, his thoughts were not distracted by what Guan Di said, and he was still stuck in the few words he had just said to the children.

Since he spoke so clearly and wanted to make the relationship so clear, even Zhao Yibai was advising him, and everyone around him seemed to be trying to tell him to wake him up and let him know that it was really impossible for him and Song Yu.

Shouldn't he be taking one last chance?

Cheng Yan clicked on the avatar that he hadn't contacted for a long time, he thought, he should be more decisive, delete it?Do not delete?This is the last contact, if you delete it, there is nothing.

Looking at the previous chat interface, Cheng Yan swiped the screen unconsciously. When he and Song Yu got along, they were better than anyone else.

[Master Song, come to my house for dinner tomorrow, my mother said she misses you. 】

【What do you like about dogs and cats? 】

【Would you like to go to the movies on Thursday?I bought two tickets. 】

[What type of girl do you like?Remarks: Asking for students]

[I saw a super cool tattoo on the Internet yesterday. It’s a pair. I don’t like the tattoo myself. Why don’t we get one together? It’s so small that we won’t be noticed.Lord Song, I want.jpg]

【What should I wear to your ball game next week? 】

Looking at those chat records after the incident, Cheng Yan felt that his thoughts were not hidden at all, so what about Song Yu?Looking at these records now, do you think he is ridiculous?

Cheng Yan closed his eyes deeply, he couldn't stand it anymore, he swipe up, the more he looked, the more he felt that he was very deliberate, fortunately he used to think that he was hiding well.

Cheng Yan looked for the delete button, he didn't hesitate anymore, he didn't want those embarrassing topics to stay in Song Yu's record, but his hand shook, the message box vibrated, and Cheng Yan froze in place.

【You poked each other】

Cheng Yan put the screen on his chest, completely dumbfounded.

What made him dumbfounded was not at this moment, but the next second.

-

Song Yu replied to him, and it was still a question mark that made people think too much.

Cheng Yan typed hastily, wanting to explain, he didn't want the other party to feel that he had other intentions, couldn't resist contacting him or something, Cheng Yan quickly typed a few words [Sorry, I said I wanted to delete... …Do you believe it? 】

After he finished speaking, he wanted to click delete, but when he saw Song Yu's reply, his emotions became more mixed.

【Delete what? 】

This question made Cheng Yan gasp, not knowing how to reply.

The author says:

Song Yu: Delete me, you better have the courage.

Cheng Yan: Withered instantly.

We will meet in the next chapter.