Chapter 248: Everyday, erhu, national level 2.

At 5:40 a.m., Lou Ying wakes up.

The physical card had expired. He returned to his home.

He sat up lightly, recalled the Chi Xiaochi pillowed arm, and raised his hand to caress the lips, to confirm that last night's three kisses with the taste of mint is not a dream, fists in front of the body clenched, Fang Cai lifted the quilt, a happy mood on the ground, sweeping the floor to make the bed, and then fetched the toiletries, to clean himself up, took the schoolbag, ready to go out.

Lou Ying had just closed the door and turned around to see Chi Xiaochi sitting on the back of his bicycle in plain sight, with one hand on the edge of the seat and his long legs folded, drinking fresh milk from the warehouse.

The summer days were long, and the six o'clock morning light splashed down on the boy's shoulders, illuminating the side of his face toward the east in a bright and gentle way.

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

As he completely loosened up, the two men, twelve years apart and with similar features, were two completely different individuals.

The young Chi Xiaochi always has a slightly curved mouth and is full of youthful purity and vitality, while the young Chi Xiaochi is always lazy, always ready to transform himself into a painting full of hormones, but with a predominance of brushwork skills and a thinness of emotion.

At the sound of the door closing, Chi Xiaochi looks up with his straw in his mouth.

In an instant, the two Xiaochi images merged, their eye brows arched together.

Chi Xiaochi tapped her index finger on the car seat, "Boss, take a ride."

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

...... past Xiaochi, present Xiaochi, all belong to only one Lou Ying.

Lou Ying put his book bag in the basket and dutifully looked down to check the condition of his tires.

Chi Xiaochi, sitting sideways and clutching her book bag, looked to the side and said, "I'm full of gas, let's go."

Lou Ying really wants to rub his head.

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

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

Lou Ying gave a tame "hmmm" and wiped his hand on the brass school license plate on his right breast.

Lou Ying, freshman class.

The tip of his index finger lightly wiped across the surface of the iron sign and rewrote the words on it.

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

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

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

Then a marvelous silence fell over both those who were ready to drive and those who were ready to sit in the car at the same time.

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

Lou Ying didn't say anything and looked down at his waist.

Chi Xiaochi grabbed the back seat.

Lou Ying: "If you don't hold it, it will fall off."

Chi Xiaochi Nonsense: "No, I'm growing above it."

The morning study hall for day students at the first high school starts at 7:00 a.m. At Chi Xiaochi's second high school, the homeroom teacher is already at the classroom door at 6:40 a.m. to catch late arrivals, so Lou Ying decides to drop Xiaochi off first.

Chi Xiaochi was disappointed that the embarrassing image of him crushing the front wheel of his bike up in the air didn't materialize, as Lou Ying rode the bike steadily without forcing the brakes halfway through the ride, or making a bad move to make him fall on top of him or something.

Upon arriving at the destination, Lou Ying braced herself with one leg on the ground and let Chi Xiaochi down, while thoughtfully asking, "May I ask how this passenger's ride was?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "It's pretty good except for the shoe fee."

His legs were too long and he couldn't meditate on the back of the bike, and crossing his legs was even more exhausting, so he had to drag his feet all the way and plow furrows along the road.

Looking at the traces he has left behind, Chi Xiaochi feels the inexplicable joy of a farmer's son who is opening his first field.

Lou Ying looked over at Chi Xiaochi's legs that were going nowhere and replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll try to get a different car sooner."

Chi Xiaochi jumped out of the car and stomped her foot, "Change."

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

Chi Xiaochi thought hard for a moment and replied, "Money truck."

Lou Ying smiles, "Roger that."

As she watched Chi Xiaochi enter the school, Lou Ying lay down on her bike, remembering the few fragments of her memories.

The back of the teenager who pushed his bicycle along the road in silence overlapped and separated from the person in front of him.

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

The bike, in his original world, was patched up a little bit by his own hands.

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

Lou Ying holds her ears and frowns slightly.

A few moments later, his demeanor loosened.

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

Chi Xiaochi: "Yes?"

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

At the end, Lou Ying added, "...... will have a substitute, don't worry."

Chi Xiaochi's hands were gathering up her stationery, "Who?"

Lou Ying replied, "089."

...... As he expected.

The small movements of the Lord God accelerated.

Without face-to-face observation, Lou Ying did not detect Chi Xiaochi's mood swings very well, "I've already instructed him not to talk to him. There will be plenty of time later when we return to our world."

Chi Xiaochi responded casually, "Uh-huh."

Soon after, 061 went offline and 089 came online.

Chi Xiaochi didn't expect that 089 would not say a word except to greet him, so quiet that it was as if Lou Ying had pasted a gag card on his mouth before he left.

But it's thanks to his quietness that Chi Xiaochi's current double entendre hasn't advanced into a group comedy.

My classmates came into the classroom on the dot, and just after taking a picture with Chi Xiaochi, they exclaimed, "Holy shit, what happened to your face?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Mosquito bites."

Tablemate: "What kind of mosquito is this, dragging your family to the buffet?"

He scrutinizes Chi Xiaochi's face: "From an electric mosquito swatter?"

Chi Xiaochi pushed him, "Go go go."

"Someone beat you up?" The table asked, "Did you get stuck with one of those punks asking for money."

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

Tablemate: "Beaten with an electric mosquito swatter?"

Chi Xiaochi was amused, "Roll."

The same table looks like a meatball, "Holy shit, such a good face, don't give it to me."

A little while later, while Chi Xiaochi was memorizing "The Table of the Exit of the Master," the same table came up to him again, "Are you serious? Your parents really beat you."

Chi Xiaochi: "Uh-huh."

"So the last time you hurt your arm, the time you said it was a door slam ......"

Seeing that Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, the same table understood.

He scratched the back of his head and looked slightly more serious, "Why don't your parents beat you up again, and you can come stay at my house. My house is pretty big."

Naturally, Chi Xiaochi wouldn't turn down this kind offer on behalf of "Chi Xiaochi": "Thank you."

Since just now, the table has been worried about the same table this time has a little smile pattern: "Good boy, call dad."

Chi Xiaochi pushed his head into the book.

Two days before vacation and hearts have long been scattered all over the place.

The second middle school is next to an elementary school, and the radio was being tuned up early in the morning, with occasional audition noises of hello, hello, hello.

The students are still a little strong in the morning reading, pulling out their voices and fighting the thunderous "hey hey" sound, the result is that when the bell rings, everyone's throat is collectively overwhelmed, and they all stand up to receive water.

As a result, just as the bell rang and the chemistry teacher stood on the stage, the second set of national broadcasting gymnastics for elementary school students, "The Eagle Takes Flight" began to be played over there.

The students looked back at the wall clock and wondered if it was a sign from God to fast-forward time to recess.

But apparently, they thought a little too much.

Chi Xiaochi's tablemate turned his head in dismay, "What's flying in the morning."

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

The same table sighed long and hard, "Bunch of brats."

Chi Xiaochi's opinion is that, brother, if I remember correctly, you should have just come from there to here two years ago.

Tablemate: "Two years is not a year."

Chi Xiaochi thought about it and thought it made sense, so she didn't refute him again.

The same table buried his head in his chemistry textbook for a while and snapped his head up, "Oh, I remember. When I was at school this morning, I saw a lot of parents coming from the side next door, it seems like there's going to be a summer field day today."

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

"It's not long before the Olympics, responding to the call of the country, the whole □□ movement." The same table said, "And I heard that they are organizing a fun sports meeting, there is a radio exercise competition at the beginning, and then it is a kangaroo jump, two people three-legged or something. To put it bluntly, it's just for fun."

After everyone had expressed their envy of the brats, they had planned to return to reality and read in peace, but who would have thought that after the first time, the fledglings would soon take off for the second time.

Chi Xiaochi felt something was wrong: "For their broadcasting exercises, do they do it all over again as a group, or do they do it one class at a time."

Tablemate: "...... This dad doesn't know either."

The latter proved to be correct.

Because they next played Fledgling Takeoff about ten times in a row, and you could vaguely hear the announcement, "Thank you to X class of X year for a great performance."

The chemistry teacher wisely chose to give up after comparing his voice with the radio for a while.

After a while, it seemed that because the teacher of this school went to negotiate, the volume of the radio was no longer so reckless, but the hearts of the people, which had already been scattered into a plate of sand, were now alive with raised dust.

As soon as the bell rang, many students ran out into the hallway, holding rolled-up textbooks as megaphones to wrestle with the elementary school across the street.

There's help for that.

"Lu XX student, go to the check-in, your mom is waiting for you at the check-in with two cans of Wan Chai milk!"

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

There are also those who mix in and make trouble.

"Five spiced goat's feet, marinated pig's feet!"

"Collect the hair! Take the long hair!"

Chi Xiaochi opened the window and looked away from the campus life he had never seriously experienced.

The heads, shaved down to stubble, pivoted at the railing in a flurry of smoke, bouncing around like black and white keys on a piano.

That's a wonderful dream.

Tired of shouting and returning to his seat to unscrew his glass of water, his tablemate saw Chi Xiaochi staring intently out the window and kicked him in the ass with his foot, "What are you thinking about?"

In the past, he would never dare to do this kind of transgressive action to this tablemate who didn't know whether he was shy or high-cooled, for one thing, he wasn't familiar with it, and for another, he was afraid of being cut by the girls.

Chi Xiaochi, in a rare moment of youthfulness at an age when even offenses are easily forgotten and forgiven, said, "See outside?"

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

Chi Xiaochi also tries to be strong and literal: "I thought of a song ......"

The half sip of water the table had just taken was not wasted at all, and it all went to Chi Xiaochi's back.

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

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

Chi Xiaochi: "What's wrong with me singing. Have you ever heard me sing?"

Tablemate: "That's not true. But we all got a lesson in your erhu at the New Year's Eve party last year."

Chi Xiaochi had long since forgotten this, and it was only after searching through the memories of the original Chi Xiaochi that he remembered this event that had happened to him.

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

The first step is for everyone to write the names of everyone in the class on little slips of paper, grouping the pile together and labeling them A.

Step 2: Write little notes about all the locations in the class, such as windowsills, podiums, and desks, group them together, and label them B.

Step 3: Write little notes on some of the poses, such as splits, inversions, duck squats, return them together and label them C.

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

After disrupting all the ABCD slips of paper individually, the host will randomly draw one from each of the four piles of slips of paper to spell out a complete sentence, and the person drawn must perform as instructed by the slips of paper that have been pieced together.

A total of ten people were drawn to perform, and Chi Xiaochi was honored to win on the ninth draw.

He drew a rare normal performance.

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

...... It's better than the last unlucky guy splitting and reciting Farewell Kangqiao from the podium.

When Chi Xiaochi was in elementary school, he was interested in Ah Bing when he was learning "Reflecting the Moon in Two Fountains", and he secretly made a few strings out of cotton wool, and according to the erhu sheet music that he pulled out of an old bookstore, he played it with chopsticks in a decent manner, and he felt that he was more experienced than the average person. This time, for the New Year's Day party, a female classmate brought home the erhu, he has long coveted for a while, I did not expect to come true, he really won the erhu.

Before he went on, he gave a fist full of bravado to the group, "Offerings."

The song ended and all was silent in his half of the building.

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

The next day, Chi Xiaochi was mobbed by the next class. Look, here's the one who played the violin like a decoration yesterday.

The girls were pointing at him and saying, "That's so cute.

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

"Whoo-hoo, that's an erhu you're playing." The table said, "That erhu screams like you hit it."

Chi Xiaochi could not hold back any longer, and laughed out loud, the more he laughed, the lower his body bent, lying on the table, could not straighten his back at all, and laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes, so that his tablemates were quite puzzled.

The table pushed his shoulder, "Hey, you got a cramp?"

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

There had been such happy times when he was little.

Even he forgot about it ah.