No one has the possibility of winning, but in other words, they all lose.

Therefore, chess may also be their own dead chess for both sides.

...

Mrs. Dong Qin never mentioned a word about the violin, and Dong Zhi was the same.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and the days pass as usual.

One is busy with livelihood and the other lives silently, and suddenly he has a illusion of harmony.

Early in the morning, Dongzhi had breakfast and packed up and went out.

She pushed the car, stopped, and turned her head slightly: "I'm going to school."

Mrs. Dong Qin sat on a small stool at the door drinking porridge. She looked up at her and lowered her mouth: "Yes." Just one word, the ending sound fell into the bowl.

The courtyard gate opened and closed, Dongzhi rode away on his bike, and the sound of the wheels running over the ground decreased and finally disappeared.

After drinking the porridge, Dong Qinsao held a bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, and supported her back on her legs, and stood up.

Both doors were opened, but the main room was still dark.

There was no way, the Chen family directly opposite blocked most of the light.

Mrs. Dong Qin washed the dishes and chopsticks, came out of the kitchen, wiped them on the apron with both hands, and glanced at the sight of the light, and the movements couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Dongzhi's door was closed tightly.

In the past, when she went to school or went out, the door was always covered with a faint gap, and she said that it would be difficult to breathe when closed.

Now, the door was closed tightly, and the key inserted into the keyhole under the handle was also pulled out, probably she took it away after locking it.

He twisted his fingers into his apron and rubbed it again and again. Mrs. Dong Qin twisted her head and didn't want to look at it anymore. She quickly walked out to work hard.

...

Dongzhi arrived in class, but it was still early, but unexpectedly Miao Jing arrived too.

She was surprised and asked casually: "Why did you come so early?"

"We're here to make up for our homework!" Miao Jing didn't look up and wrote quickly.

Dongzhi said, let's put out the things.

"Oh." Miao Jing suddenly called her, "I took your laptop."

"notebook?"

"Yes." Miao Jing sighed, "I am really convinced by the old class. I'll forget about checking homework, I'll bring check notes!"

Dongzhi turned to look at her, "What notes?"

Miao Jing took the time to point to the thing that was spread in front of her, "This."

After glanced at the font on it, Dong Zhi was slightly stunned.

Miao Jing said: "When I first came, I accidentally touched your desk and it fell out of your desk. I took it over when I saw it was a note, just to make up..." She praised, "Your notes are really good, I can understand these key points."

Dongzhi pursed his lips.

That was not her notebook. She recognized that the handwriting was Chen Zhi's.

Chen is the leader in the key science class, and his mathematics is particularly good. Dongzhi and they are from the liberal arts class, and their learning scope of liberal arts mathematics is different. He takes notes for her and has to follow the mathematics textbooks they use for liberal arts.

Actually, there is a little trouble.

Miao Jing wrote quickly, and not long after, she closed the notebook and handed it to Dongzhi: "Thank you!"

"...Hmm." Dongzhi squeezed out of his nose.

She took the notebook, but didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into the belly of the table.

...

The morning class ends, followed by lunch time, then lunch break, and then afternoon class.

People who stay in the school cafeteria for dinner in the evening are worse than those who stay in the school cafeteria at noon. If there is no problem, most local students will choose to go home.

Chen walked with his classmates and went to the parking place to pick up the bicycle. A few steps away, he saw something in the car basket.

It's a notebook.

His expression was a little sluggish.

The classmate said strangely: "Hey, why do you have something in your car basket?"

"I forgot to take it in the basket." Chen said, put away his notebook and silently put it in his backpack.

"It's been a day, just don't get taken away..."

Chen whispered: "No one wants it either."

"What did you say?" The classmate didn't hear it clearly.

"It's nothing. Let's go." He shook his head, opened the lock and pushed the car calmly, but the corners of his eyebrows, the tail and lips were not in a relaxed curve.

...

The final is coming and it is another rest day. It feels like a long time has passed, but in fact, it is only a week before the preliminary round. The short schedule, and the scale of the competition across the city can be seen from this.

Dongzhi went out after lunch at home and made an appointment with Aqin to meet him and went to borrow a violin. Aqin agreed to go to see her competition, and the two of them happened to go to her school together.

Before he could reach the piano store, his phone suddenly rang halfway. Dongzhi went to the roadside and took out his phone to see that the call was Wen Cen.

"Where are you? Come to the first intersection near the school." He said, "I have something to ask you for."

Dongzhi was stunned, "What's the matter? I'm on the way to the piano store."

"You come here first, you will know when you come."

"Well..." she hesitated, "I'll go get the piano first and then go over. Do you wait for me for a while?"

"Don't, come here directly. It's still early and it won't take long."

Hearing his urge to urge him, Dong Zhi had to say, "Okay, then wait for me, I'll come here now."

Wen Cen nodded over there and hung up the phone.

Dongzhi took the bus and got off at an intersection at the school. He went to the place where Wen Cen said, and saw him waiting on the road from afar.

She stepped over and saw what he was carrying casually, and her pace gradually slowed down.

Wen Cen took the initiative to greet him, "Why don't you leave? Why do you see me hiding?"

Dong Zhi was stunned and looked at the things he was holding, "You..."

Wen Cen didn't talk nonsense to her, and handed it to her directly, "Here, I'll give it to you."

Dongzhi didn't move for a long time, so he came to his senses, shook his head and refused, "I don't want it."

"I bought it with my New Year's money," he said, "Don't worry, my dad never cares about my money."

"I can't accept this gift."

Wen Cen stared at her for two seconds and said, "Okay, if you don't want it, I'll throw it away. Anyway, I tore up the receipt as soon as I bought it, and I can't even refund it. It's just that more than two thousand yuan is wasted."

"You—" Dong Zhi choked, "How come you are acting like a scoundrel."

"All scoundrels, what do you care about? Why are you so stupid!" Wen Cen said, "Don't worry if I do things. I will never do anything that is unclear. If I dare to give it to you, there will never be any problems with this thing."

"Even your New Year's money can't be like this..."

"I spend my New Year's money as much as I want." Wen Cen interrupted her, "New Year's money, New Year's money is all earned by my body. Isn't it tired of talking about New Year's greetings from home? Is it the final word for me?" He said, "I'll say that to you. This piano cost more than 2,400 yuan. Isn't you the first place in the competition a prize of 2,000 yuan? In this way, you take it to the competition, win, give me the prize, so that you just think that you borrowed me money in advance?"

Dong Zhi held it in for a long time and said, "That's still four hundred left!"

"Let's talk about it after four hundred!" Wen Cen said, "I've bought it all, at least you can carry it to the competition first! Let's talk about it after the competition. If you don't win, it's really not OK. If you feel it's hot, you'll pay it back to me. I'll sell it. If you can't sell it, it's okay. If you can't sell it, you'll get a discount. If you have a few hundred yuan, I'll have more than that. I'll charge it more than that."

Dongzhi's face turned red not because of shame or shame, but because he couldn't tell him, and he held his breath in his chest and was blocked tightly.

Wen Cen said nothing and stuffed her, "Hold it, hold it! If it falls to the ground and breaks it, you will compensate on the spot. Don't do a loss-making business, sister..."

His kindness was "tough" and his tone was as casual as if he was chatting and eating.

Dongzhi's heart suddenly felt heavy, really heavy, full of joy.

His lips were opened and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"It's okay," said Wen Cen, "It's good if you win, don't be afraid."

Some are a bit ridiculous and some are a bit serious.

He reached out to her and said, "Don't cry, I can't stand this."

He forbids both sensationalism or gratitude.

Dongzhi blushed and his lips were stuttering.

It took a long time to find the voice: "Wen Cen..."

"Um?"

Just one sentence, there is no following.
To be continued...