Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 11
The next day, Song Yang woke up a little late, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to open his phone to check the messages.
The little penguin lit up.
He opened it excitedly, then closed it with drooping brows.
They are all messages from the classmates’ group. Due to the limitation of 2G network, all the messages received are – Sorry, your client is not convenient for viewing this message.
There is a feeling of being isolated from the world.
Song Yang washed up and went downstairs, and saw that Teacher Song was doing a live broadcast. This is a new feature launched by the online school to facilitate students to ask questions. Not only that, Song Jingshan also often does free live broadcasts on Weibo, accumulating nearly one million fans, and is often jokingly called “the old trade and economics internet celebrity” by his colleagues.
This year’s CPA examination is approaching, and Teacher Song is not restful at home.
Song Yang was used to this, but his father usually live-streamed in the study, but today he moved to the living room for some reason.
A little weird.
He added some water to the dog’s bowl, then found a few slices of bread in the refrigerator and stuffed them into his bag, ready to eat on the subway.
“Where are you going now?” Song Jingshan called out to him.
Song Yang didn’t expect his father to be distracted during the live broadcast. He was stunned for a moment and threw out an old excuse: “Go to the library.”
“Why do you go out in the wild all day long? Your mother told you not to go out today.” Song Jingshan said.
“Why?”
“No reason. Don’t you have a place at home to do your homework? You always go to the library.”
Song Yang finally understood that his father was squatting outside to stop him because his mother suspected that he was in a love relationship.
So he pretended to compromise and went upstairs, and when his father wasn’t paying attention, he ran away.
But he didn’t expect that his father would pause the live broadcast and catch up.
Song Jingshan grabbed his schoolbag strap and asked, “Who are you going to see? Why are you running so fast?”
Song Yang stumbled, turned around, and smiled: “Are you serious today, Dad? Aren’t you going to broadcast live anymore?”
“Your mother doesn’t allow you to go out,” Song Jingshan said as he dragged him back, “You should stay at home today and don’t go anywhere. Don’t delay my class.”
Song Yang clung to an osmanthus tree in the hospital and refused to let go: “You are restricting my personal freedom, which is illegal. If I file a lawsuit, you will be finished.”
Song Jingshan was amused by his son’s crappy theory, but he still didn’t let go: “If I let you out today, I’ll be finished.”
“Why?”
“Your mother will have to deduct one month’s salary from me.”
Song Yang chuckled, his eyes curved with joy, and he hooked his arm around Song Jingshan’s neck without any respect: “Dad, how about we form an alliance? You tell me what time my mom will be back, and I will definitely be home early, so that it won’t prevent you from getting your living expenses. In addition, I will give you an extra 500 yuan a month. How about that?”
“Do you think I’m working in the intelligence field?” Song Jingshan pushed him on the back with his palm. “Hurry up and go into the room to finish the test paper. The test paper your mother bought for you just arrived today. I didn’t even want to open it while it was still hot.”
“…”
Just like that, Song Yang lost his job at the archery club. But for him, losing his job was not worth mentioning. The main point was that the warm relationship between the master and the apprentice was broken.
He went back to the room, clutching the 2G phone, and sent an impassioned message to Li Xun. He cut and deleted a lot of text to put together a short essay, explaining the whole story, including the fact that he was suspected of being in a relationship. In the end, he expressed his apologies reluctantly and said that the umbrella might have to be sent over.
He thought Li Xun would analyze how to deal with this situation. After all, Li Xun was one of the few adults he knew who looked very wise. Even if he didn’t, he would probably say something comforting, like, “It’s okay. I’ll teach you later.”
Since the “Cultural Relics” had no background login function, he had to open the lid to know whether there was any information coming in. In half an hour, he picked it up and put it down countless times, and the lid was almost broken by him.
Finally, the little penguin on the interface flashed.
Just one word.
Um.
He wasn’t even given the slightest bit of extra care.
It felt like he only read the last line before replying.
Song Yang closed his phone and collapsed on the bed in a daze.
The temperature today is not high and the weather is not very good. There are dark clouds in the distance floating towards this side, and it looks like it will rain again.
The bed was bought when he was in elementary school. It was only 1.9 meters long. He had long arms and legs, and when he stretched them out fully, he always kicked a wooden board at the end of the bed. He had no choice but to push it towards the head of the bed with his pillow.
He didn’t know if it was because of the weather or something else, but his chest felt a little stuffy, which made his already bad mood even worse.
He thought that after spending time with him last night, Li Xun would treat him as a friend…
Perhaps it was because I had placed too high expectations on the word “later” that Li Xun casually mentioned.
He thought that his appearance or departure might be insignificant to Li Xun, just like the scent of osmanthus smelled on the roadside, which would leave nothing behind.
At this time, Li Xun was “overcoming the tribulation” in the hospital.
Li Chuyi had no idea what he ate that morning but he started having diarrhea, vomiting, and crying until he crowed.
On weekends, the hospital was packed with people. Li Xun held her in his arms as he queued for registration. He even encountered an old lady who cut in line. After finally getting a number, the child had a stomachache, so he asked someone to take her to the women’s restroom. He also had to buy tissues, water, and find the outpatient department. He was so busy that he was dizzy.
He saw the message in the outpatient clinic, and the doctor happened to ask him what his child had eaten in the morning. In a hurry, he only had time to reply “yes” and put away his phone.
When Li Chuyi heard the doctor say she needed an injection, she started crying again. Her little voice started howling, and the whole building knew that she was afraid of needles.
Li Xun tried to coax her with lollipops and fish intestines, but it didn’t work. Finally, the doctor prescribed some pills and she calmed down.
On the way back, he always felt that there was something he needed to deal with, but he couldn’t remember what it was. When he got home, he found that the landlady had brought a few people to see the house. His mind buzzed and he plunged into new busyness.
“I’m really sorry to bother you.” The landlady looked at them apologetically, holding a bunch of fruits in her hands. “They are all freshly picked from the orchard. You can try them.”
“Thank you.” Li Guotao pushed the wheelchair aside and said, “Please feel free to look around. It’s just that I haven’t cleaned it up in the past two days, so it’s a little messy.”
The landlady brought in a family of three and walked around the house.
Li Xun has been a bit busy lately, and if the landlord hadn’t brought someone over, he would have forgotten about looking for a house.
Fortunately, the landlord’s wife was a warm-hearted person who understood their special situation and asked a real estate agent friend to inquire about the available houses. She took out a bunch of information from her phone and handed it to Li Xun, saying, “These are some houses that I asked the real estate agent to inquire about. If you can’t see clearly in the pictures, you can go to the site to have a look. Or if you have any other requirements, you can tell me.”
As there are girls and disabled people in the family, Li Xun has quite high demands on his family.
The house must have a balcony, sufficient light, at least three bedrooms, a clean bathroom and kitchen, be close to the primary school, and have barrier-free access.
Finally, he added: “It’s better to be cheaper.”
Li Xun has lived in Shangling District for many years. The landlord has not raised the rent and has maintained the house price as it was seven or eight years ago. But when he suddenly took a look, he found that the price of the same house outside has almost doubled.
The landlord’s wife said, “There is a slightly cheaper one in the Xiaoshan District, and it’s also bigger.”
Li Xun was about to enter the address when he unexpectedly discovered that the name of the community matched his historical search records from last night.
Yuqing Community.
The place where Song Yang lives.
The landlady introduced enthusiastically: “Although this place is a little far away, the environment is very good. There are supermarkets and hospitals around. It’s convenient to go anywhere. The most important thing is that I know the owner of the house. She is my son’s middle school teacher. She is very enthusiastic. Just think about it. If you don’t understand anything in your family after the first grade, you can ask the teacher. How great is that.”
“Is the teacher old? Male or female?”
“She’s a woman, about 40, about the same age as me. Her husband passed away early, so she lives alone. It doesn’t affect you in any way.”
Li Xun looked at the photos of the house. It was a small villa. The first floor was used by the owner and the other floor was rented out.
This is good, there is someone to look after the upstairs and downstairs, if dad bumps into something or something happens, someone will find it in time. The aunt of the same sex is not a threat to Chuzhi, it is very safe.
The people who came to see the house were very satisfied with it and asked them how long it would take to move out before leaving.
Li Xun did not embarrass the landlady and said, “We will do it as soon as possible.”
Two heavy rains took away the last bit of summer heat in South City, and the weather began to cool down completely.
Saturday is the Double Ninth Festival, and Song Jingshan appointed his son to go to the old street to buy some fresh and hot Double Ninth Festival cakes.
Li Huiying shouted from the kitchen: “Buy more and send some to Teacher Sun’s house.”
Song Yang made a gesture of counting money.
Song Jingshan took out four coins from his pocket. Song Yang said disdainfully, “This is not even enough for me to buy a bottle of water.”
“You want to buy magic water? Three dollars and fifty cents is not enough?”
“Ah…” Song Yang sighed, “Some people may appear to be internet celebrities with millions of fans, but secretly they don’t even have a penny.”
Li Huiying giggled in the kitchen.
After Song Yang bought some cakes and returned, he saw a moving truck parked on the side of the road. A worker moving the goods said to another worker, “You should take it easy. These are all insured items.”
Song Yang took a curious look and immediately stepped back to take a closer look.
A large cardboard box was handed down from the truck, which was filled with bow handles and limbs for competition bows of various styles. The items were heavy, and the workers had a hard time lifting them, and soon they were sweating.
In addition, there was a large box of arrows in the carriage. Because the cardboard box was not high enough, the densely packed arrow feathers protruded out.
One of the black and gold ones looked quite familiar, and Song Yang’s heart skipped a beat.
They were the same arrow as the one lying by his bed.
For ten whole years, he would never make a mistake even if he was shown an arrow tail.
“Hey,” the worker who was moving the goods shouted at him, “Don’t touch it. I can’t afford to pay for it if you break it.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Another person’s voice sounded behind Song Yang, like the wind passing by his ears, light and gentle.
