Chapter 7 Chapter 6 "Don't you think it's weird to do math?", 1998.

Kang Zhengxing I moved the things on his desk first, and then took out my math reference books and notes from my schoolbag. It is a routine "go to Yu Shouheng's house and pretend to study with him" every Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoon during the summer vacation. It was Yu Shouheng's request. First, to make his mother feel at ease. Second, he can copy my summer homework by the way. No matter what, it is beneficial to him. But anyway, we have had this habit since elementary school, and I didn't take it seriously. He just finished playing basketball and is currently taking a shower downstairs.

His room is in the attic of a barbershop run by his mother. The barbershop is small and old, but almost every mother on this street will come here to patronize, no matter it is a big or small event, they will come here for a makeover. Although Mama Yu's hair style is always the same, with "mom-level" fluffy waves, every mother will walk out of the barber shop with a radiant face, as if she is the most beautiful on this street today. I think there is another reason why I would be happy to accompany Yu Shouheng to study, that is Yu's mother's superb cooking skills (definitely much better than her hair styling.) Every time she will stay me for dinner, although Yu Shouheng always complains , only when I come to have these dishes, but he still will bowl after bowl.

In Yu Shouheng's room, apart from an old electric fan standing on the wooden floor and rattling, there is also a single bed against the wall, and there are always posters of some black basketball players practicing basketball or jumping on the wall. But I don’t know these foreigners at all, although every time he would point to the poster and tell me that so-and-so is very brave, that so-and-so’s three-pointer is super accurate and so on. And every time he returned to the room, he would throw the clothes he had taken off on the bed, and then run around, as if his physical strength would never be exhausted.

I suspected a long time ago that he should be hyperactive, and there is nothing wrong with that. He turned up the stairs from the room in just a pair of boxer briefs, wiped his three-pointed hair with a towel, and then walked over to me, watching me do math formulas. Then he dropped the towel by the bed, picked up the basketball, and started swinging it around. "Do you want to start your homework?" I asked. "Shall we go to Taipei for fun?" he said. "I still have tuition tomorrow." "I didn't say tomorrow, I said find a day." "What day?"

"You don't have a tutoring day." "Do you want to do your homework first?" "Wait a moment." I didn't want to talk to him either, I just calculated and calculated the topics in the reference book. "Or should we go surfing in Kenting?" "Can you surf?" "Learn it and you'll be fine." I still didn't want to talk to him, and continued to write down the key points in the notebook. He didn't say anything, just sat on the bed, then lay down, playing with the basketball in his hand. "Don't you think it's weird to do math?" he said.

"What's the meaning?" "Even numbers are only zero to nine, no matter how you write it, it is zero to nine, and you can arrange them in rows." I didn't understand, so I turned to look at him. "It's boring seeing the same numbers from zero to nine all the time," he added. I don't think it's right, but I can't think of any words to refute it. "If you're tired, you can take a nap first," he said. "Are you going to start doing your homework?" "Wait a moment." I continued to open my English textbook, planning to recite a few words.

He didn't speak any more. I don't know how long it has been, and I want to ask him again if he plans to do homework. But he fell asleep, lying on the bed, holding the basketball in his hand. I looked at him and wanted to wake him up, but then I thought about it. I got up, walked to him carefully, and helped him pick up the basketball in his hand. He turned over and lay on his side. He nestled like a child. Breathing is heavy. I think, I should, and I'm a little tired. He seemed to say just now that if I am tired, I can take a nap first. right. I'm tired.The vocabulary will be memorized later.

I slowly lay down on my side next to him. He smiles when he sleeps. I could smell the soap on his body, it smelled good. So I bring my face closer. a little closer. I can feel his warm body temperature. How about that? It was his deep breath, slow exhalation. What if it was closer? "Right! Conservation! It's time to eat!" I sat up and pretended to stretch, then patted Yu Shouheng on the shoulder and told him to get up.