One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Malan blossomed thirty-two, the next second Dongzhi stood up straight, and he felt relieved, but in a difficult way, he felt a subtle feeling of regret.

Dongzhi said this, too lazy to say more words, and turned around and left.

Chen subconsciously reached out and grabbed her, "Dong——"

The "buzzing" vibration came from his pocket and landed clearly in the quiet courtyard.

The mobile phone mute ringing replaced what he was originally going to say.

Chen glanced at Dongzhi, grabbed her hand and tried to relax, and took out his cell phone with the other hand.

"Hey? Mom..."

The phone was leaking, maybe it was because the yard was quiet, Dongzhi heard it very clearly.

The sound on that end is no stranger.

It was Mrs. Chen, and she asked, "Son, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? Oh, a classmate came to your house and is waiting for you in the living room now!"

...

The Chen family's house has been around for a while, and since Chen's grandfather's generation, they have lived here. The objects and decorations in the house retain the traces of that time. They were renovated a few years ago and maintained the subtle details. The general appearance of the whole house has not changed.

Although I had known Chen Ju's address for a long time, this was the first time Zhao Lijie came to his house.

Zhao Lijie's growth environment is not bad. Her father is a professor at a university in the provincial capital, and her mother also has a decent and good job. Her grandfather is an intellectual. After retirement, she drinks tea and walks birds at home. She often tutors her in her studies when she has nothing to do.

Zhao Lijie felt very novel about this place where Chen Zi lived.

The walls are built with blue bricks and black tiles. At first glance, the appearance is simple. There are four majestic large cylinders standing in front of the main entrance porch. The floors, doors and windows, and the top corners of the wall are all brown-red solid wood.

"Have you always had this screen?" Zhao Lijie asked Chen Ju in a low voice.

They were sitting on the sofa each in the living room.

Chen looked at the carved screen blocking the entrance of the living room and said, "That was left by my grandfather."

Zhao Lijie smiled and lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. Her curiosity was not only not ugly, but also a bit cute.

The sound of footsteps sounded at the entrance of the living room. Mrs. Chen walked behind the screen with a plate of fruit, smiling: "It's rare that a classmate came to us Chen Ju. He is usually very bored and doesn't like to go out alone at home... Come on, Li Jie, eat some fruit."

Zhao Lijie stood up halfway, held the bottom of the fruit plate handed over by Mrs. Chen, and said thank you twice, with a slightly embarrassed face, "Auntie, don't be so polite." She said, "Chen's things have fallen at school. He is in a hurry, so I will send them for him. It's really embarrassing to come suddenly."

Mrs. Chen covered her mouth and smiled, "You both have good grades. You can communicate more. I don't understand this study. You guys, help each other more." She said a few words, knowing that she was restrained by the child, she said she had something else to do, so she got up and left.

Zhao Lijie asked: "Where did you go just now? Why aren't you at home?"

"Something happened just now."

She looked at Chen Ji's side face, "Well... is Dongzhi okay?"

Chen helped Dongzhi block the trouble several times, and asked them to tell me that they had any special relationship. The two rarely had any interactions at school. Before, some classmates had guessed privately. Later, when they saw that they were not close, Chen had more contact with Zhao Lijie. Everyone just thought it was Chen and he was kind-hearted and always extended a helping hand to Dongzhi.

Zhao Lijie knew more than others. She asked Chen, and Chen said that he and Dongzhi were neighbors and they knew each other since childhood.

She asked, "What's going on with that bag? Did she have a conflict with others again?" She looked around and said, "Dongzhi's house is nearby? When I came, I didn't pay attention to the surroundings. Is she living close?"

Chen didn't answer, paused, and asked instead: "Why didn't you call me just now? Why didn't you tell me before coming?"

Zhao Lijie was stunned, "I, I want to give you something quickly, I didn't think so much." She glanced at him carefully, "Did I feel unhappy when I suddenly came? Sorry... I won't know next time, I..."

"No." Chen saw her being restrained and smiled comfortably, "I just said to call in advance so that I know you are here, and you don't have to wait for so long."

When Zhao Lijie heard this, she relaxed and smiled. Then she only talked about school affairs with Chen and stopped talking about anything else.

...

Chen held the book sent by Zhao Lijie with one hand. The latter carried his schoolbag and went up the stairs. As soon as he passed the corner, Chen stopped and turned around and stretched out his other hand to the back.

"Give me the schoolbag, I'll help you get it."

Zhao Lijie looked up and handed him the schoolbag with a smile.

The study room was on the second floor. Mrs. Chen said it was rare that there were classmates coming and asked Zhao Lijie to stay for a while. Both of them had excellent grades, so Mrs. Chen asked them to go to the study room to do their homework and read books together.

Chen picked her up her bag, and the two continued to walk up. The light on the stairs was a little dim, and Zhao Lijie almost stepped on the wrong steps, but fortunately she supported the handrail. The window next to it was covered with curtains, and only a slight ray was faintly leaked.

"It's so dark here, why don't you open the curtains?" Zhao Lijie asked, "Can you open it?"

The curtain swayed. Before Zhao Lijie curiously reached out her hand to see the scenery outside the curtain, Chen pressed the button on the wall with a "splash" and said, "There is a light."

The chandelier above the head is turned on, transparent and bright.

Zhao Lijie looked at the delicately shaped little lamp, and with a soft "Wow" sound, she withdrew the curtains and put them back.

Chen didn't say much and took her to the study on the second floor.

...

Mrs. Chen originally wanted to keep Zhao Lijie for dinner, but Zhao Lijie tried her best to refuse, saying that her parents would not allow her to eat outside. After refusing, Mrs. Chen took her out with Chen a little regretfully.

The kitchen was almost ready. Before the meal could be started, Mrs. Chen received a call and complained a few times, and hurried back to the room to change her clothes.

Half an hour later.

Mrs. Chen, dressed in an outing, had a small bag hanging in her hand. She knocked on the door of the study, and Chen, who was reading, looked up when she heard the sound.

Mrs. Chen waved her hand and told him not to stand up. "Your dad is having a social gathering. There is a dinner party in the evening. Suddenly, I called me to go. You are alone at home. Remember to have dinner later. The supper is ready."

Chen nodded, "I know mom."

"You must remember to eat, don't read books for too long!" Mrs. Chen repeatedly reminded her, and then she took care of her sideburns and asked the driver to send her out.

Chen was alone at home. The servant who was on duty today was not Dong Qinsao, but another servant. The servant aunt came up to ask when he would have to eat. He said he had no appetite, so the aunt had to simmer the vegetables.

After staying in the study for more than ten minutes, Chen put the book together and walked downstairs with his indoor shoes. He stopped at the corner of the stairs without going to the downstairs.

He gently lifted up the curtains at the corner. It was not dark outside and could see the Dong's yard at a glance.

Dongzhi was doing homework in front of the door.

The windows in her room were too small, and the direction was wrong, and the light was always dark. Dong Qinsao thought it was not dark and she wasted electricity by turning on the desk lamp. She always asked her to do her homework at the door and read books, saying that the yard was bright.

Dongzhi sat on a portable small stool, and then used a taller wooden stool as a table. The wooden stool was painted with red paint. It was too old and the red paint fell into pieces, so her books and test papers were spread on it.

Chen stood in front of the window for a while and sent her a message.

"I will teach you how to do the questions."

Dongzhi in the yard stopped writing because of the movement of his mobile phone. After reading the news, he looked up at the direction Chen was right there. Chen didn't hide, but she looked at it just a glance and lowered her head and quickly pressed the screen a few times.

He received her reply, two words: "No."

I don’t know if I was finished or tired, but not long after, Dongzhi packed up his things and entered the house.

There was no one at the door, only a low stool and a red wooden stool with paint loss.

...

The holiday ends, and the Monday air is filled with the smell of fatigue and busyness.

The fourth class in the afternoon is self-study. Those who are responsible for duty have always regarded self-study as a "labor class".

After Dongzhi finished the test paper and had already been halfway through self-study, she brought all the tools outside the playground to start cleaning. From outside the barbed wire on the edge of the playground to the front of the art building, this area was her responsible area.

The teaching building is far away, and you can vaguely hear the movement of playing ball on the basketball court, and occasionally the sound of the physical education teacher blowing the whistle of a class of physical education teachers.

The leaves on the branches and the bushes in the flower beds sway from time to time and rustle.

In the art building, the melodious sound of the piano came from unknown to the floor.

The girl holding hands passed by, looked up the art building, sighing as she walked.

“It sounds so nice!”

"It's Zhao Lijie, her violin is played very well..."

"It's good to learn art, and you don't have to attend the last festival in the afternoon."

“Their cultural score is still high…”

Dongzhi seemed to have not heard it. He was sweeping the floor in front of the main entrance of the building. The tip of the bamboo broom crossed the ground, making a "sharp" sound, which is two extremes and the sound of the piano.

Turning around the corner of the wall and sweeping to the other side of the building, there was a person lying on the stone bench.

He is a boy who is not wearing a school uniform.

Dongzhi doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, and he lowers his head to work on his own.

Hearing the sound, the person on the stone bench turned over and looked at her for a while, and then raised her elbows and supported her head, lying on her side.

He stared at Dongzhi, and Dongzhi let him see it.

"Your shoes are dirty." He looked her from head to toe and raised his eyebrows.

Dongzhi ignored him.

He was not unhappy either, so he watched her sweep all the way from front of him, from the direction of his toes to the side where his head was facing.

The violin sounds upstairs never stopped.

He looked up and talked to Dong Zhi: "This piano is played well, what do you think?"

Dongzhi carefully swept the small stones on the ground into the dustpan. The people on the stone bench might not think she would pay attention to it. When she looked up, he was obviously stunned.

She said: "I think it's very average."

He stood up and sat up, "You're welcome. It sounds so nice to me. What I told you is so worthless."
Chapter completed!