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The hot summer has passed, and both Du Xiuran and Wu Qingcang's schools have started. Du Xiuran's university is half the distance away from Wu Qingcang's high school. He was supposed to live on campus, but if he moved to school, then The house had to be vacated, and Wu Qingcang had no place to live. Du Xiuran had to talk to his mother, Liu Ying, and said that she wanted to continue living there because she was used to it.
My mother Liu Ying didn¡¯t object, and the rent there was also cheap, so I could save a lot of money compared to living on campus.
Because it was far away from the school, Du Xiuran had to take the bus twice and it cost four yuan to go back and forth every day. So he spent 80 yuan on a second-hand market to buy a bicycle, which saved the time of commuting to school. The money for the ride.
If riding a bicycle, Du Xiuran would have to ride for fifty minutes to get to school, and he would be very tired. Wu Qingcang couldn't stand it, so he would get up very early with him every morning, drive Du Xiuran to school first, and then ride again. After returning to his school by bicycle, he would wait at the gate of Du Xiuran University early in the evening, waiting for him to finish school, and take him home with him.
Du Xiuran originally didn't want to use him as a ride, but Wu Qingcang's physical strength was better than his. It took him fifty points to ride to school, but that kid didn't take half a point. The difference was almost half the time. His efficiency was indeed too high. Low, so I compromised.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon. During the Chinese New Year, Du Xiuran will definitely go home and stay for at least ten days. During these ten days, Wu Qingcang will have to live alone in a rented house. Du Xiuran knows that Wu Qingcang, besides washing dishes and washing dishes, He didn't know how to cook. Originally, he wanted to make some more dumplings and vegetable pancakes for him to eat slowly, but there was no freezer to freeze them, so he had no choice. Before leaving, he went to the bank to withdraw 600 yuan, and paid it in advance. I bought him a box of apples and pastries, and gave 600 yuan to Wu Qingcang the night he left.
Two hundred yuan was given to him for the Chinese New Year, and the remaining four hundred yuan was enough for ten days of food. He could go to a nearby snack bar to buy food, and then asked him not to save money and buy more delicious food on New Year's Eve. Buy whatever you want to eat.
The next day, Du Xiuran took the train home. After Wu Qingcang sent him to the train station, he watched the train disappear before leaving on his bicycle.
When I returned home, my brother Du He had just returned. He was now an intern at a major hospital and had been there for two years. He was doing well and was expected to become a full-time doctor this year.
The family of three had a peaceful and reunited New Year. His mother told Du Xiuran not to leave until the fifteenth day, but Du Xiuran couldn't resist, so he had to agree. As a result, he returned to school five or six years later than expected. His mother generously gave him a gift before leaving. Give him five hundred yuan as pocket money.
During the train ride, he was very worried about Wu Qingcang, whether he would be hungry these days, and whether the money would be insufficient. If he had known this earlier, he should have given him more.
When he hurried back to the rental house in the afternoon, the house was still tidy, and there were no traces of movement in the kitchen. The remaining half a bag of rice was not seen, and even the box of apples he bought was not touched much. , Du Xiuran was a little puzzled, why didn't this kid eat his hair? Where have they gone?
Du Xiuran put down his bag, took off his coat, tidied up the house, then went to the kitchen to wash and stew the rice, then went to the nearby vegetable market to buy some vegetables and came back, cooking a few vegetables until it got dark. Qingcang just came back.
As soon as he opened the door, the smell of food hit his face, and he looked a little surprised. He hurried into the kitchen and saw Du Xiuran wearing a sweater and an apron, putting food on the plate.
He took a few steps over and hugged Du Xiuran. Du Xiuran was startled, and then he slapped him away and said, "Where are you going? Why are you so late?"
Wu Qingcang¡¯s eyes were fixed on the fragrant scrambled eggs and fried pork liver with chili peppers. He swallowed hard and couldn¡¯t help but reached out and took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Du Xiuran frowned and hurriedly took the plate further away, saying: "Hurry up and wash your hands, I'm so sorry."
When Wu Qingcang came out after washing his hands, Du Xiuran had already put the food, bowls, chopsticks, etc. on the table. Wu Qingcang took two quick steps to sit down and started to wolf down the food.
Du Xiuran only ate less than half of the bowl of rice before putting down his chopsticks, and the rest went into Wu Qingcang's stomach. After he finished eating, Du Xiuran asked: "Do you have enough money to eat these days? Are you hungry?"
Wu Qingcang shook his head hastily, then thought of something, lowered his head and took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to Du Xiuran.
Du Xiuran took it over doubtfully and looked at it. They were all worth 100 yuan or 50 yuan. There were almost more than 2,000 yuan. He was surprised: "Where did you get so much money?" Some people in the army also went home during the Chinese New Year. There are very few people left to visit relatives, and Wu Qingcang doesn¡¯t need help in the kitchen now, and it¡¯s not the time to pay wages, right?
Wu Qingcang put down his chopsticks and said, "I earned it."
&nbHe walked forward and kept looking at the alleys and other things on the side of the road. The weak lights didn't seem to be very helpful. Du Xiuran had a hard time looking for him. Nearly an hour and a half passed, but Wu Qingcang was still nowhere to be seen.
He turned around and walked back a little disappointed, where would that kid go? Is it still reasonable for him to steal other people's money? I just said a few words to him and was about to leave home? Why are you so careless?
Du Xiuran returned to the courtyard with a tired look. When he raised his hand and was about to open the door, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly walked to the backyard.
Wu Qingcang often practices legs and feet in the backyard. There are debris everywhere and no one usually goes there. It can be said to be his most private place in recent years.
Du Xiuran walked in a hurry, but it was too dark. He was only looking for someone and didn't see a bamboo pole under his feet. He walked too fast and was knocked down by the bamboo pole. When he was about to stumble to the ground, a bamboo pole appeared. His hand suddenly stopped him.
Du Xiuran bumped into someone's cup.
The man hugged Du Xiuran tightly and said nothing.
Du Xiuran was stunned for a moment, then his heart tightened, and he said softly: "It's too cold here, let's go back to the house."
Wu Qingcang didn't say anything, but hugged Du Xiuran tightly, so tight that Du Xiuran almost couldn't breathe.
When Du Xiuran was about to push him away, he heard Wu Qingcang's voice whispering in his ear: "I'm sorry just now"
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