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

Zhao Lijie waited for a few seconds, and before he could answer, she said first: "You know, once you have something to do with Dongzhi, you will become very strange. Just like Zheng Yangfei's incident, why did she throw Zheng Yangfei's schoolbag? I heard that, but, a slap can't slap, and no matter what, even if Zheng Yangfei did a little too much, can't Dongzhi talk to him? Why don't you communicate well and solve the problem, and you have to throw Zheng Yangfei's bag downstairs? This action is a bit too extreme."

She looked at Chen Ju with disapproval, "I heard that you almost had a conflict with Zheng Yang. I actually wanted to ask you about this before, but I never said it. You don't usually do this at all. You are the most reasonable, but because it is related to Dongzhi, you become so impulsive and don't look like you at all."

The day of Dongzhi was flickering in his mind. When he remembered her red eyes, Chen explained to Dongzhi: "It was Zheng Yangfei who flew too much. If he wasn't so too much, Dongzhi wouldn't have lost his temper."

"I know, I know. You understand Dongzhi, and I understand her. People have tempers. But you should also look at the problem objectively, right?" Zhao Lijie said, "I know Dongzhi is a very good person. You can spend so many years with her. She must have many advantages. However, in her current situation in school, so many people talk about her and talk about her. Does she have no problem at all? She can obviously change the method and solve many things well, but she just doesn't, so she has this situation. It's really possible to avoid it."

Chen didn't say anything.

Zhao Lijie sighed: "I don't want to be too gossip, but we have known each other for a long time. It's rare to have a friend who can chat like this." She paused and looked at him, "If you are worried that I will get angry when riding a bike, I will try to keep a distance from you at school in the future. It's okay."

She said, turning around and jumping into the door.

There was a hurdle in front of her. She jumped, but she couldn't stand firmly. She let out a "ah" sound and fell forward.

Chen was shocked and hurriedly reached out to take her waist.

Zhao Lijie was held by him and her shoulder hit the door frame. Fortunately, she didn't fall and stood firm with Chen Ju's arm.

"It's okay. I'll go in by myself, you go back." She didn't look at Chen and was about to continue rushing in.

Chen stopped her and sighed: "You stand up first."

Zhao Lijie stopped moving, but lowered her head. Her sleeves were tighter and tighter.

Chen tentatively called out: "Zhao Lijie?"

She lowered her head and shook her head.

"Are you okay?"

"..." She turned her face away.

Chen heard her sniffing sound.

"You're crying?"

"No." She looked up for a moment, and hurriedly turned away, holding his arm with one hand, and rubbing the corners of her eyes with the other, "The wind is a little too strong."

Chen caught a glimpse of her slightly red eyes.

After silence, he softened his tone: "I didn't say anything else, why are you crying?"

She cried and she really cried: "Chen, I don't want to be hated by you."

"I don't hate you."

She was still crying.

Chen wanted to find a tissue but didn't carry it on his body, so he had to emphasize: "Really."

Zhao Lijie looked at him with red eyes, pursed her lips, and wiped her tears drying herself, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

The pitiful Xixi looked a little funny, so Chen pulled the corner of his mouth, "It's okay. Just stop crying."

She let go of his arm and stroked the wall, "Then I'm going in, you're going home, it's too late." She jumped over the threshold, stopped, and looked back at him, "My feet don't hurt that much, thank you for sending me back."

Those eyes were sincere and a little confused, and Chen softened his heart, "I'll send you to the evening self-study tomorrow. You can go in."

Zhao Lijie was stunned for a moment, her tears had not yet faded, and she suddenly felt like she was laughing and crying, and nodded vigorously.

...

Dongzhi arrived home later than usual. As usual, Dong Qinsao had already slept, let alone late.

She opened the door lightly and did not dare to make any noise when she washed up, for fear of waking up her mother.

Changing into her sleeping clothes, Dongzhi lay on the bed, looking straight at the ceiling, feeling sleepy that she was almost gone. She turned around and stared at the wardrobe. After a while, she lifted up the quilt, turned on the desk lamp, opened the wardrobe door, and took out the piano case from the lower floor.

The piano case is kept in the cabinet because she is afraid that the room will be too trendy and the piano will be broken. When she is alone, she often takes out the piano case and wipes it, not wanting it to fall into dust.

This piano is not an adult piano. She is now at her age and has the same size as an adult, so it is a bit difficult to use this piano. It is not that she deliberately buys a baby in order to be cheap, but that she was still a half-sized child when she received this piano.

Dongzhi squatted in front of the cabinet, holding the piano box, not opening it, but only touching the box body.

The memory of going to the teacher’s house to attend class seems to have been a long time ago.

Many things seem to have been a long time ago.

I can’t count the specific time, but the people and things that change between them are clear, and it’s even clearer.

When she first started learning piano, Chen had just learned to ride a bicycle. He didn't like to go out for a fuss when he was a child, and he didn't have many friends. He held books at home all day and read gifts from adults. The first thing he wanted to pull her to play with.

At that time, Chen seemed to have no sports cells. Maybe he didn't exercise frequently, so he was clumsy. Unlike now, when he ran on the basketball court, everyone's eyes could not be separated from him.

Chen learned bicycles slowly than other children. After she learned it, he held his breath and didn't know who to compete with, so he learned it immediately.

Sometimes he rides a bicycle in front of the door, and when he encounters her going out to learn piano, or when he comes back from get out of class, he always stops her and takes her around for a few rounds.

Eight or nine-year-old boys and girls grew up together since childhood, and it was normal to play together. Chen Zhi's grandfather had not left yet. When they met, the old man would occasionally stand by the door and watch, and advise Dongzhi: "Give him some face and let him take you two laps. If he rides unsteadily, he will fall. When I come back, I will deal with him."

When she sat on, Chen carried her. She held the piano case and went around in circles. He deliberately rode fast, so she grabbed his clothes tightly and shouted: "Slow down! Slow down!"

The wind was filled with her yelling voice.

When I was young, I didn’t know the taste of sorrow, and life seemed to be so beautiful every day.

Sometimes when he meets Chen, he will take others, and they are all boys. When he puts down the person and comes over to ask her to get in the car, she will throw a tantrum and say, "I won't sit if someone else has sat."

Chen blamed her for being tricky and complained: "Why are you doing this?"

She had a tampered with her neck and said, "My dad only carries me in the back seat of the car."

She said this, and later, Chen Ju's bicycle never carried anyone else.

Until now.

The childish and arrogant joke eventually turned back into a joke.

No longer thinking about it, Dongzhi lowered his head, touched the piano case, and put it back into the wardrobe in a short while.

Close the cabinet door and the desk lamp, she lay back on the bed, and the warmth remained.

Close your eyes and wait calmly for your dreams.

Eight out of ten things are unsatisfactory in life. Ninety, things in the world are easy to change, and there will be more suffering in the whole life.

These small things are nothing.

...

When I saw Wen Cen again, I felt a little different. The distance seemed to be closer, and the sense of strangeness faded a lot.

He didn't specifically talk to Dongzhi, as usual.

After school at noon, Miao Jing invited Dongzhi to push the cart together. Dongzhi said, "My car breaks down and I have to go repair it."

"Is Xiaohong broken?"

Wen Cenheng interjected: "Xiaohong? Isn't her car blue?"

"Isn't the blue one called Xiaohong, Xiaolan is ordinary?" Miao Jing glanced at him and continued to say to Dong Zhi, "I will accompany you to the intersection."

Dongzhi didn't refuse, and the two of them left school together.

When I went to the place where I picked up the car outside the school gate, I heard the people next to me chatting, so Chen rode Zhao Lijie again.

Miao Jing murmured to her in a low voice: "What's wrong with Chen and Zhao Lijie?"

Dongzhi closed the faucet, shook it with the bowls and chopsticks, draining the water, "Why do I go to clean your hair?"

Chen followed her to the cabinet, "Do you have something else?"

"No. I want to read books at home."

He frowned, "Then I'll ignore my hair."

"That's fine, then go home."

Dongzhi closed the cabinet door and turned around and heard him say, "I won't go back, stay at your house."

She glanced at him and had no choice but to say, "Don't behave yourself."

Chen just held his face and said nothing.

"Chen Ju."

“…”

"Chen Ju?"

“…”

Dongzhi reached out and grabbed one of his coat, pulled it, and his tone was much more relaxed: "Okay, I'll accompany you, Master."

"Don't call this, I don't like it." Chen had objections to her title, but his face turned cloudy and sunny.

Dongzhi entered the room and changed his coat to go out.

Chen was watching at the door of her room. Her room was not big, and she could see everything at a glance. The window faced the neighbor's wall, with narrow gaps, and the sunlight could not be penetrated at all. Under the window was a desk that had been used for many years. The lamp standing on the corner of the table was very clean. She should have used a cloth to wipe it frequently, so she lost the dust.

The quilt on the bed is blue and white, set with pillows, and the quilt is neatly folded and meticulously.
To be continued...