One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Malan blossoms thirty two

Dongzhi put breakfast in the bicycle basket and heard a "crunch" beside him.

Chen rode his bike and stopped beside her: "Dongzhi!"

Turning his head and seeing it was him, Dong Zhi nodded and said softly: "Good morning."

"You buy breakfast?" Chen glanced into her basket and saw the sauerk and milk inside. "Why don't you sit down and eat?"

"No need." Dongzhi said, "I'll hurry to school and leave first."

"you--"

Before he could finish his words, Dongzhi rode on the bike and had already walked away.

The boss glanced at him and urged: "Do you buy it? You're blocking the people behind you."

Chen came back to his senses and hurriedly said sorry, "I'll leave now."

Rip onto the bike and head towards the school.

It’s impossible to catch up with Dongzhi. Even if she catches up, she will deliberately separate from him.

Chen thought to the cold wind, how long has it been since they went to school together? Except at home, she was always unwilling to have anything to do with him at other times.

It's been a long time. She has been alienating him from about thirteen years old.

...

Wen Cen has always been the latest of the three people. The reason why Dong Zhi’s deskmate never participates in any chat activities or entertainment projects, the relationship is OK, and only him, Dong Zhi and Miao Jing.

Dongzhi and Miao Jing arrived one after another, but Wen Cen disappeared. He did not arrive late until he was about to ring the morning reading bell.

The old classmate stared at Wen Cen's back as he entered the door almost the whole time, with a tense face, and the storm was about to come.

The class student fought with students from other classes and was caught by the director. As the class teacher, he had to take the main responsibility.

It would be strange if you could give me a good look.

As soon as Wen Cen sat down, Dong Zhi turned his head and whispered to him: "Under the table."

"What?" He was stunned, and he was slowing down for a while before he could react.

Dongzhi handed him something from under the table, a thin piece of paper.

Wen Cen took it, picked it up and pressed it down. It was a review letter. He leaned into the table, looked at the back of her head, and lowered his voice: "I'll give it to me?"

Dong Zhi replied diagonally below: "Well. I'll write it for you. If you are afraid of being recognized, copy it again."

Wen Cen looked at the review carefully with interest.

Suddenly, the old classmate came in from the corridor, stood in front of the first group, and said in a deep voice: "Wen Cen, come with me in the office!"

"Okay, teacher, I'll come right away. I'll hand in my homework first." Wen Cen stood up and raised his hand to gesture at him, sat down and started to take out his schoolbag.

Everyone in the class laughed softly.

The old class was so angry that he was so diligent and studious. He was not thinking about it when he caused trouble. He couldn't say no, and said coldly: "I'm waiting for you in the office, hurry up!"

After saying that, he left, and the order of morning reading was maintained by the squad leader.

Wen Cen handed over several exercise books, but he was not idle, muttering: "I still have to do homework in the monthly exam, which is so exhausting..."

Dongzhi couldn't help but turn around: "You say less."

"Hey?" Wen Cen almost packed up, "What are you scolding me?"

"I didn't scold you." Dong Zhi turned the corner of his lower lip, put his back on the stool, and handed something from under the table, "Take it under the table."

Wen Cen was half curious and half confused and reached out and touched a plastic bag. It was not too heavy. He took it to the belly of the table and saw it containing a sauerk and a bag of milk.

Dongzhi said: "If you keep it in your pocket, if you stand for a long time, you will eat when you are hungry."

Miao Jing came over and poked Dongzhi's shoulder, "Why don't you bring me breakfast?"

"He was hurt like that."

"That's right, I'm so hurt." Wen Cen held the small breakfast in his hand and said hurriedly. While cheering, he put the maize and milk in a transparent plastic bag into his jacket pocket, got up leisurely and went to the office to listen to the training.

...

The first class is about to begin. The teacher flips through the lesson plan and pats his head, "Chen, go to the office and bring the stack of papers on my desk." The second half of the sentence said to the whole class, "The monthly test paper will not be revised tomorrow. Let's do some test questions first."

The class was silent, with nothing but the sound of flipping books, very quiet.

Chen responded. It was not the first time he ran an errand for the teacher. No matter what is important or not, the teachers and teachers like to give it to their favorite students, and everyone is already used to it.

With a tall person and long legs, Chen didn't have long been to the office. The office building was accompanied by a small yard, and the second-year high school teaching group was on the first floor.

After entering the arched door, I looked up and saw someone standing under the corridor.

Chen just stopped.

Wen Cen held a bag of milk in his mouth and glanced at him when he heard the movement. He kept removing the small plastic bag knot in his hand. The roasted wheat in the bag was already cold, which did not prevent him from filling his stomach.

Chen Ju's eyes stopped on the milk in his hand, and then went to Shaomai for a long time.

Wen Cen ignored his gaze, ate the barbecue in a few bites, swallowed it cleanly, and sucked it in small mouthfuls with a milk bag in his mouth. He stood up straight, but it was just that kind of sloppy spirit, and it didn't look like he was standing at all.

Chen Shi walked into the office. The teachers were not there, and the class was in class and meetings, and the room was empty at this time.

When he got the test paper that the old class asked him to take, Chen held it in his hand and stopped by the door when he came out.

He looked at the person standing down the corridor.

Wen Cen was halfway through drinking milk, staring at him, turned around and biting his bag and vaguely said: "What are you doing?"

Chen was a little taller than him. When he looked at him, his eyes were lightly drooping, which was rare and harsh: "Can you eat when you stand?"

Wen Cen sucked the remaining milk in one sip and asked: "Is there any rule that I can't eat it?" He walked to the trash can in the yard, threw the milk packaging in, and walked back swaggeringly.

Wen Cen stood, raised his chin to look at the sky outside the eaves. Chen hugged a thick stack of test papers, his eyes gloomy.

It took about a few seconds, and no one spoke.

Chen first withdrew his gaze and left with the test paper. Gao Ting's back was getting farther away outside the arch. Wen Cen stood there, always in that position, with the arc of his chin still changing.

...

I went home for dinner after school in the afternoon. Dong Qin's wife was busy and there was no one at home. Dong Zhi parked the car and went to the kitchen to warm up the food.

The main door suddenly opened, someone came in, she poked her head out of the kitchen and paused, "Chen Ju?"

Chen's tall and outstanding figure made her dim living room even more cramped.

He covered the door and walked in with the book.

Dongzhi cleaned his hands and walked into the hall, "What are you doing?"

"You can take this textbook." Chen handed it to her, "There are notes I took, and some questions on it. All the important ones are circled."

Dongzhi seemed a little hesitant.

Chen frowned and stuffed it directly into her hand.

"Yeah." She rubbed her thumb with her cover, and she said, "Thank you."

Chen lowered his eyes and glanced at her, turned around and suddenly asked, "Did you buy breakfast in the morning for that person?"

Dongzhi paused and didn't say anything.

"Can he not buy it himself?" Chen's voice was a little heavy.

"The teacher wants to talk to him." Dongzhi said, "He often doesn't eat breakfast, so..."

"I heard that he fights with people. What does it have to do with you? What do you care about him?"

"It's my business." Dong Zhi met his sight, "Zheng Yangfei followed me all the way home. He helped me, otherwise he wouldn't have fought with Zheng Yangfei. Because of me, Zheng Yangfei caused trouble for him."

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.

"Zheng Yangfei went home with you, why didn't you tell me?" Chen's breath was a little uneasy.

"I don't know where you are." Dong Zhi said, "And it happened suddenly, Wen Cen just happened to pass by to help me relieve the situation."

Chen suddenly didn't know what to say.

Dongzhi's eyes drooped, just as it fell on the tip of his shoes. She sighed: "Go back, I'm going to have a meal."

Chen felt an indescribable irritability, and the anger rushed around looking for a vent. He didn't like to look at her expression, and he didn't like her always saying this, "Can you stop driving me away every time I come?"

Dongzhi raised his eyes and looked at him, "Otherwise? Your mother is at home. If she can't find you, she will be unhappy again when she finds you here."

"Will I not come to you in the future? You don't want to go with me when you get out of school or after school, you don't want to contact me at school, and now you don't want to stay with me at home. You might as well just say 'Don't come to me next time'." Chen turned around and left.

Dongzhi pulled his sleeve.

Chen raised his hand to break away, and Dongzhi grabbed his fingers and held them tightly.

He used his fingers once, but he didn't break away. He turned his back to her and said a long sigh, no longer struggling. His slender five fingers slowly curled up and gradually turned into fists.

It was hard to tell who was holding whom, and the two hands held each other tightly in a strange posture.

Her hands were cold, and Chen knew that the skin on the back of her hands was very thin and the blood vessels were clear. These fingers were pinched and they were thin and bony.
To be continued...