The lights with thin yellow street lights are not dissipated at night, except for the convenience stores that are lit across the street, everything is dark.

Dongzhi sat on the stairs under the eaves of this intersection and cried, the kind of silent tears kept falling.

Wen Cen ran across the road and bought two packs of tissues. The store only gave one pack. He was afraid that it would not be enough, so he bought one more pack. He took out the paper and handed it to her. Seeing her wipe her tears, he advised her for a long time: "Stop crying, tears are stuck on her face. It's so cold when the wind blows. The wind this night is like a knife."

Dongzhi didn't speak, his nose was red and his eyes were swollen.

Wen Cen had never seen her look so depressed that she was a little depressed. He wanted to say anything, but he felt that everything was nonsense. He stood for a long time and couldn't help but squat down, "I don't understand, Chen will buy you a piano, why is it you who was beaten?"

Dongzhi shook his head and couldn't speak.

"He is really a troublemaker, just to induce others." Wen Cen cursed softly.

I was originally looking for Dongzhi to take the gloves that he had to put in her pocket, but when he arrived at the intersection, he waited for half a day. He called her and was hung up first. The second call was called and answered. He heard her crying there so much that she was almost exhausted.

When Dongzhi cried and walked to the intersection, he brought him gloves. After asking, he heard something that made people feel bad.

Dongzhi and Chen live close to each other and grew up together. She said this, and Wen Cen listened to it, and didn't ask any more.

"Stop crying." Wen Cen sighed silently, pulled out the paper and handed it to her, "Don't cry, wait carefully and my face hurts. I won't lie to you. How much pain will my face hurt if my tears dry up..."

He handed it one by one, Dongzhi wiped his tears one by one, and held the ball of paper in his hand.

"Give it to me." Wen Cen saw that she gradually recovered, wanted to pass the paper she used in her hand, got up and went to the side of the road, and threw it into the trash can.

When he returned to her, he asked, "What should you do later?"

"Go home," she said.

"Go back and kneel?"

She was silent.

"Don't be so stupid, I'll tell you." Wen Cen frowned and squatted down, "It's so cold this night. Kneel all night and will your knees still want tomorrow? Listen to me, if you can squat, you'd better sit for a while... Is there a stool at the door of the house? Anyway, no one sees it, so I'd rather sit until dawn than kneel."

Dongzhi didn't say anything, and he asked again: "Did you hear it?"

She nodded.

"I'm back." Dong Zhi's voice was hoarse and he stood up.

Wen Cen stood up and said, "I'll give you it."

"No……"

"Your eyes are so swollen that I can't open it. How can I worry about leaving you alone? Who will fall into a pit or trip or fall? It's better if someone picks it up from the mud for you?" Wen Cen said, "If you are afraid that someone you know will sue you for your parents, you will walk in front and I will follow behind. This is so dark. If a bad person comes out for a walk, you will be overwhelmed by your own."

Dongzhi's throat hurts, and she is tired after crying for so long and doesn't want to talk. Knowing that he has good intentions, she no longer insists and nods tiredly.

Two people walked one after another.

Winter is in front and Wen Cen is behind.

There is only the sound of sand and stones trampling on the soles of shoes on this road.

She slowed down and looked back. Wen Cen put his hands in his pockets, and followed her steps as usual, but her eyes were shiny and dark.

He waved his hand at her and signaled her to walk forward with peace of mind.

She turned around and continued to step forward. The sound of sand and stone rubbing the soles of her shoes sounded again.

The way home is still the same, but it has become particularly long tonight.

...

Dongzhi sat under the eaves, and the yard was pitch black and quiet. The main door was closed. Her mother should have cried in anger in the room, and now she is probably asleep. As for the door, she knows that it will definitely be locked without trying. She can't get in even if she has a key, and even if she can, she doesn't want to.

After sitting for a while, my cell phone buzzed in my pocket.

Wen Cen sent her a message saying, "I'm home."

The next sentence is like a watchful supervisor: "Are you sitting? Or kneel secretly? Hurry up and sit down, don't worry."

Dongzhi pursed his skinny lips and replied: "I'm sitting."

"real?"

"real."

"That's OK," he said, asking again, "Is it cold?"

Dongzhi shrank his shoulders and told him: "It's not cold."

"Are you guessing I believe it?" He sent an expression, "You just wear that little bit, I don't know the temperature at night."

She stopped talking.

Wen Cen suddenly became talkative and chatted with her one by one.

Dongzhi asked: "Are you still not sleeping so late?"

He said: "I can't sleep. I'll chat with you for a while to save you from being bored."

"No need," she said, "you go to bed early and won't get up tomorrow."

"There are still people who drive people to sleep? I won't sleep."

She didn't reply.

He didn't care and started talking to himself.

"What do you think of the movie at night?"

"I think it's pretty good, but I rarely watched this type of movie before, and I didn't expect it to be very good."

"If there is a new film released next time, the three of us will go together."

"How cool is it to watch movies while drinking milk tea."

"It would be better to just say that there is less homework. I'm so annoyed that I'm almost annoyed."

"Are you the teachers you were in the first year of high school? You should be divided into classes and teachers again after the subject is divided, right?"

"I am really convinced that our teacher is doing good at assigning homework, is it necessary to achieve performance or what..."

The news was one after another, as if he could imagine the tone and even expression of his speech.

Dongzhi sniffed and pressed the standby button. The screen of the phone suddenly turned black. She hugged her knees and buried her face between her arms. A sour feeling rushed forward, pushing her nose to the tip of her eyes, breaking into her eyes, and flooding her willlessly.

...

At almost three o'clock, Dong Qinsao opened the door for Dong Zhi.

Dongzhi sat at the door with his knees in his arms, sleeping in a daze.

Mrs. Dong Qin was wearing a coat and her face was as deep as water, scolding: "Go back to sleep!"

Dongzhi opened his eyes and stood up. His legs were stiff and numb, and he was dizzy and staggering. Without saying a word, she dragged heavy steps and walked into the room by his wife Dong Qin.

I got up at around 6 o'clock in the morning to go to school, and the breakfast that Dong Qinsao made was still the same. Dong Zhi was silent than usual, washing, eating breakfast, packing up, and riding a bike out.

No one communicated with anyone.

As soon as they entered the classroom, Miao Jing and Wen Cen arrived.

Miao Jing said strangely: "You came so late today!" He felt something was wrong and frowned and asked, "Why are your face so bad?"

Dongzhi shook his head, "I haven't had a good sleep."

He was so depressed that he had no energy at all.

Wen Cen leaned closer and asked behind her back: "Have you caught a cold? You look like you have a fever."

"No." Dongzhi said, "I touched my head before going out, it wasn't hot."

"you……"

In a flash, the old classmate appeared at the door, and the three of them were silent and picked up the morning reading.

During the second session, Miao Jing gathered to do exercises during the break, and said, "Would you like to take a leave to rest in the classroom?"

"Forget it, the sports committee member also needs to write a fake note to sign the old class." Dongzhi didn't want to trouble, "I'm fine."

Miao Jing was worried, so she held her arm and accompanied her all the way.

After finishing the exercise, Miao Jing wanted to go back with Dongzhi. Friends from other different classes came over and told her that Miao Jing could only spread Dongzhi.

Dongzhi walked to the teaching building alone and was stopped by Chen at the corner.

She paused for a moment, and then walked around him.

"Dongzhi..."

Chen grabbed her wrist and wrote all the anxiety between her eyebrows. Dongzhi didn't want to listen to him, so he waved his hand away without thinking.

"Listen to me..."

"Chen Ju! Dong Zhi!" A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and Xiao Yin greeted them.

When I looked up, it was Zhao Lijie.

Chen stopped Dongzhi's movements and stopped him. At this moment, Dongzhi took a step forward without looking back.

"Dong..." Zhao Lijie came up and was about to say hello, Dongzhi went straight past her, and her smile stopped on her face. Turning her head, she looked at Chen, puzzled, "What's wrong with Dongzhi?"
To be continued...