The old man didn’t understand why the little grandson was suddenly sad, so he couldn’t help comforting him. After asking a few times, Tang Jinyu said to him: "I was dreaming. I dreamed that you were gone and you could not be found everywhere. Many other things..."

The old man laughed and rubbed his head and said, "You are under too much pressure to study. Give yourself a vacation. Relax and rest a bit. Don't get tired."

"grandfather……"

The old man squeezed his face and said with a chuckle: "Oh, I really cried, let me see, our little bully is a little cat, what if you let your classmates see it, wipe it quickly."

Grandpa Tang wrung a hot towel over, wiped his face with his hands, soothed him for a while, and went to school with him. The old man worked in the school cafeteria, followed him on the same road, and waved his hand at the entrance of the teaching building, and left by himself. Tang Jinyu stood on the school stairs and looked at him for a long time, until the old man disappeared when he turned away. , Subconsciously took two steps to follow him.

A few classmates came to face him, and a boy saw him come and kissed his shoulders immediately and said: "Squad leader, why are you here so early today?"

The one next to him booed: "It must be the one who supervises you on duty. Last time, a point was deducted from the sanitation area you were in charge of!"

"Go, squad leader, don't listen to them nonsense, go, let's go to the classroom, you see with your own eyes, there is nothing wrong with it!"

Several boys flocked Tang Jinyu to the class. Tang Jinyu was not in his mind. He had been thinking about the old man. For fear that he would lose it again, he wished to go to the cafeteria to follow him all day. But the classmates were enthusiastic and took him all the way to the class. Tang Jinyu followed along. After sitting in her seat, she looked at the textbook for a while, not the textbook of the second year. On the table was a pile of the textbook of the third year. textbook.

He picked it up and looked at it. It was all his handwriting. The strokes were very serious. The writing seemed to be reduced and printed. It was small and standardized, and it was his usual style. It’s just that the time is different from before he opened the book. He calculated it. Now it’s about a year. This is the same as the time he used to go to school in his dream. He was in the second semester of high school before, and now it’s It is the third year of high school, and there is only one month before the college entrance examination.

Red (color) slogans were written on the blackboard in the classroom to encourage students to study hard. They also wrote a striking countdown. I erased and subtracted one day every day. I felt that the time was short when I saw it.

Many classmates came here in advance, some were reciting in whispers, some were immersed in writing papers, all preparing for the exam.

Tang Jinyu looked at the paper on her desk because she was reviewing both in her dreams and outside her dreams. Although the textbooks are different in different years, the basic knowledge is similar, and the topics do not cause any hindrance. But now he was unstable and couldn't write anymore, so he flipped the paper twice and put it aside.

A classmate walked over and saw him greet him enthusiastically. He was still standing there talking to him, "Squad leader, fortunately you told me that question yesterday, and the tutor my dad asked me to test me again in the evening. If you want me to say, looking for a tutor is better than asking you to give me counseling. It's much better than that of a college student... "The boy is tall and strong. At first glance, he is in good condition at home. He wears a pair of brand-name sports shoes but acts very simple , Holding a scone in his hand, and while talking, he handed it to Tang Jinyu, "Squad leader, don't you eat scone?"

Tang Jinyu shook his head, he had no appetite.

Another boy immediately ran over to take the scone, and took a bite: "Squad leader don't eat it to me, I haven't eaten this morning, I am starving to death."

The strong boy pinched him by the neck, almost picked him up, and said angrily: "What are you (gan)! Spit it out, I bought it for the monitor!"

"Don't pinch, don't pinch, I can't eat anymore when I spit it out... I put a bottle of cow (Milk Nai) in the squad leader's drawer, you are enough, don't pinch!"

Hearing this sentence, the boy snorted and let go: "That's pretty much the same."

The one who ate the scones was also familiar with them, the monitor took care of them, and everyone tacitly tried to send some food to them. They were all good brothers. While eating the scones he grabbed from hand, he was still comparing, and he was not convinced: "Why are yours bigger, mine is so small, you give me... No, you buy the small ones for the monitor and keep the bigger ones for yourself Now? Is there any justice in the world!"

"I was so hungry when I came here in the morning, and told the boss that I wanted a scone with a scone."

The little guy was amused, "You just say you want two to get it!"

Tang Jinyu listened to them, and his eyes fell on the scones in their hands. No matter which side he was on, he rarely ate these things. In the past, his family was poor, and only his grandfather had income. Since he was sensible, he was never willing to waste a penny to buy these foods; later when his parents and Xia Ye were taking care of him, he was in poor health and couldn’t eat them. , Eat once and get sick once.

The little guy had fast scones and snacks. After he finished eating, he asked, "Squad leader, the mailbox you said you wanted to hack last week..."

Tang Jinyu immediately said, "I haven't invaded, so I just tested it a bit."

The little man scratched his head and said, "I see, monitor, why are you speaking so rigorously now? It's a bit like that. What is the name of the person who came to give us scholarships last time..."

"Song Yi."

"Yes, that's Mr. Song, who feels like talking to him."

Tang Jinyu smiled and thought to herself, that he didn't meet his brother.

The smile on his lips stiffened, and he suddenly remembered that there was no summer wild in this world. Only Song Yi was still there. He was doing what Xia Ye could do in the future, and his tone was very similar to the other party, making himself alive to him.

They were the same people from the beginning.

Ambitious, capable, and want to change the world on his own.

It's just that someone left first.

Tang Jinyu just thought, she felt terribly uncomfortable in her heart, as if a piece of meat had been dug away, and it was so painful that she couldn't support it and could no longer sit in the classroom.

He watched his classmates greet him, no matter how illusory, he was sitting here, but he was thinking of the other side. The preparatory bell rang, and the class teacher walked in. Tang Jinyu couldn't bear it either. He raised his hand and stood up and said: "Teacher, I (shen) is not feeling well, I want to go back early..."

The teacher did not doubt that he had him, and asked him to go back. Because Tang Jinyu is a good student with both good character and academics, he has never asked for leave. When the teacher sent him out of the classroom, he also specially instructed: "Take some rest, and come back tomorrow when you get better. You will have a solid foundation. Now the most important thing is the mentality, take it well, there is great hope for Shangqing North."

Tang Jinyu nodded, and walked out of the school carrying a bag.

It was the first time he skipped class in two life. He rode his bicycle in the old city for a long time. He saw the words "Longteng Internet Cafe" hanging on an old Internet cafe. He watched it for a while, stopped the bicycle, and walked. Went in.

He turned on a machine and went online to check information.

I searched all the people and things in my memory. Mom and Dad, grandpa, grandpa, grandfather of Qizhou City, and his brother and Han Yichen, Lao Yuan, Song Yi... He missed them crazily.

He pieced together all the clues, and finally put the matter together. Xia Ye sold the charging software of Internet cafes at low prices, but two or three years later, he and Song Yi started a company in Beijing and left the small northern city. Have not been back.

Tang Jinyu didn't want to think about the reasons for this, but he guessed that it was very likely that Uncle Xia had not survived that level and passed away.

Those technologies were not developed in advance. I searched for Chen Suling and her company, and did not find the clothing brand he was familiar with since childhood. Instead, I found Tang Hongjun’s name in several scientific research papers, but I am not sure whether it is the other party. ...

Tang Jinyu was lying on the table of the Internet cafe, and she couldn't lift her head for a long time, her shoulders were shaking slightly.

On the page that opened, he searched for "Xia Ye", which was blank.