Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

I don't know if he was really panic, or was scared by his thin and unemotional tone. After saying this sentence inadequately, Sang Zhi stopped speaking and only made intermittent whimpers.

In the dormitory, Qian Fei, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly hit the keyboard heavily and crackled, and then yelled, "Fuck me, this is a fool!"

The next moment, Sang Yan threw a pillow and said, "I'll make you a fool if I'm not quiet."

"Sang Yan! When the life is off!" Qian Fei's throat sounded like a horn. "Don't you sleep, come together--"

Bombing on both ends.

Duan Jiaxu lightly pursed his lips and turned to close the balcony door. He leaned against the railing with his arms on it. Looking at the bright street lights downstairs, he gathered his emotions and slowed his tone: "Child, what time do you usually get to school?"

Sang Zhi choked, and answered honestly, "At seventy forty."

"Get up at seven?"

"Ok."

"Will you be up at six tomorrow?"

This time she was silent.

Duan Jiaxu didn't care, she thought about her words and tried to make sense to her: "Child, this homework is a task assigned to you by your teacher, it is your own business. If you did not take it home, you can confess to the teacher and apologize to the teacher Say you'll make up later. But you can't let others write for you. "

There was a sound of a little girl sniffing on the phone, and then a dull hum.

I haven't seen you for two months, but I can listen to it this time.

Duan Jiaxu breathed a little sigh of relief: "So can I get up at six tomorrow?"

This time she was silent for several seconds, and then came out with no confidence: "Yes ..."

"Then tomorrow—" Duan Jiaxu counted the time in his heart. "Tomorrow at six forty, my brother is waiting for you at the station, can you finish writing with you?"

Sang Zhi hummed again.

Duan Jiaxu: "Don't cry, think about how to write that weekly diary. Then wash your face and sleep."

Mulberry's voice was still nasal, milky and yucky: "Okay."

After this remark, soon, Sang Zhi whispered suddenly: "Brother, can you tell my brother about this?"

Duan Jiaxu laughed: "Don't dare tell your brother after finishing the assignment?"

"No." Sang Zhi didn't know how to explain, and barely uttered a sentence, "You don't tell him anyway."

"Okay." Duan Xuan didn't know where he was so patient, reminded him, "Remember to get up at six tomorrow and I'll call you at that time."

Sangzhi obediently said, "I see."

Duan Jiaxu: "Go to sleep."

Hearing the sound of hang up on that end, Duan Xia put down his phone.

The screen of the phone is black, but Sang Yan's phone has no password. He lights up the screen, finds the childish number during the recent call, and returns to the main interface.

He put away all his clothes and returned to the dormitory.

The cramped interior is even more noisy. Sang Yan had gotten out of bed and was standing next to Qian Fei to watch him play games. From time to time, he came up with the phrase "junk operation" and looked careless and underplayed.

Duan Jiaxuan returned the phone to him.

Sang Yan lazily said, "What fell on you?"

Duan Jiaxu casually said, "Just a little gadget, just let your sister."

Sang Yan nodded and didn't ask again.

Duan Jiaxu went into the bathroom to take a shower. When it came out, it was time to turn off the lights. He rubbed his hair with a towel and went to the position to turn on the lamp. Sweeping the desktop, I did not see Sang Zhi's weekly diary.

He turned his head, noticed his schoolbag, and raised it.

Sure enough, there are several exercise books and a light blue weekly diary.

Duan Jiaxu pulled his lips, pushed these homework aside, and blocked this professional book. He then turned on the computer, opened a file on the desktop, and continued to prepare a report for two days.

The sound of the roommate's playfulness gradually decreased until it was quiet.

The night was getting dark, and in the bedroom, the lights of other people's lights and cell phones also went out one after another. There is only one lamp left in the dormitory, and the time at the bottom right of the computer is exactly fixed at two in the morning.

Duan Jiaxue turned off the computer and organized the things on the desktop.

Suddenly, I noticed that Sang Zhi's weekly diary with half a horn exposed. He raised his eyelids, tore off the towel around his neck, and pulled the book out.

He flipped open a page.

Just turned to the latest one.

Duan Jiaxu raised a little interest. He had no consciousness to respect the children's privacy, and frowned tiredly, sweeping down bored.

The title is "A Stray Dog"-

Overcast Wednesday, June 24, 2009.

The weather today is not so good. The sky is gray and looks like it is going to rain. I didn't bring my umbrella, I got out of the car and rushed home, running all the way back to the community. As I passed by a grass, I suddenly saw a pure black stray dog.

Seeing this scene, I stopped and suddenly my mood became as bad as the weather. When I noticed the dog's face, I suddenly felt more sad and couldn't help talking to it in the past.

When I saw it, I thought of my brother. Because it looks like a mold carved from my brother. As if, like my brother's son.

...

...

Duan Jiaxu: "..."

He stared for a long while. The tiredness that continued throughout the day dissipated and laughed suddenly. There was no noise in the quiet room. There was only a faint laughter.

Duan Jiaxu laughed for a long time before closing the book and went to the toilet to wash.

When he came out, he noticed the diary on the table. Duan Jiaxu looked down and thought, thinking of Sang Zhi saying "I can't get up", he paused for a few seconds, but still sat in position.

Take out a new book and tear a piece of paper down.

Early the next morning.

Sangzhi struggled for a long time, listening to the alarm clock on the side several times, and thought of dozens of pigeons came to mind. Finally, when I heard the alarm clock on my cell phone rang, I sat up peacefully.

She was unhappy to kick out the quilt and get out of bed to wash.

Li Ping has risen to make porridge. Hearing the opening of the door, she thought that Sang Rong was awake and did not speak. When she came out of the kitchen, she noticed a sleepy childish sitting at the table waiting to eat, and she said, "Just? Why are you up so early today?"

Sang Zhi rubbed his eyes, "I have finished my homework at school, and I will make it up soon."

This kind of thing has never happened, and Li Ping has not criticized her, but just said, "Then I will let your dad take you to school? You can sleep in the car for a while."

"No," remembering what Duan Xu said, waiting at the station, Mianzhi said vaguely, "I have an appointment with my classmates."

Li Ping didn't ask much and went to the kitchen and filled her with bowl of porridge.

After having breakfast, Sang Zhi carried his schoolbag and hurried out. After waiting a few minutes at the station, she got on the earliest bus and found a place to sit.

The drowsiness has disappeared over time, and the overwhelming tension has taken its place.

The closer you are to your destination, the more uncomfortable you feel.

The distance from home to school is not too far, about ten minutes by bus. Hearing the sound of the radio arriving at the station, Sang Zhi got out of the car with the flow of people, and his heart seemed to touch his throat.

I don't know where this tension came from.

Sang Zhi clutched the schoolbag belt and walked around.

No one was seen.

Afraid that he was blocked by the stop sign, she also took a serious turn around the bus stop.

Still didn't see anyone.

Sang Zhi pulled out her phone from her pocket and found that it was only half past six. Without knowing Duan's number, she couldn't call him, she had to wait. She was a little depressed and sat on the chair at the bus stop.

After two minutes, the childish phone vibrated.

Caller ID is a strange number in Yihe.

Sangzhi picked it up.

The other end of the phone really was a piece of praise. His voice came along with the current, and it seemed more magnetic, lowering and pleasing to the ear: "Child, did you wake up?"

Haven't you woke up when you have arrived.

Sangzhi was a little speechless, and slowly answered, "Wake up."

After thinking about it, she also asked, "Are you still awake?"

"Huh?" Duan Jiaxu chuckled, "How can I call you before I wake up?"

"Then I didn't see you."

"Maybe because I haven't gone out yet?"

This remark fits the naive speculation. She was not surprised, and kicked the stone in front of her displeasedly, stretched her face and said, "Brother, if you are late, your future girlfriend will look like a flower."

After thinking about it, she felt that the deterrent was not enough, and she added: "The body is still like a Transformer."

As soon as the voice fell, something warm was stuck on the childish cheek.

Sang Zhi was startled and turned back subconsciously.

Duan Jiaxu leaned against the stop sign, holding a glass of milk in his hand. He wore a red striped shirt today, which was pale in color and looked mad and gaunt. He stared at the childish, light brown pupils because of the light.

He stood up straight, and said with a smile, "As a flower?"

"..."

"Transformers?"

"..."

"Can only find this?"

"..."

"Child," Duan Jiaxu said with a smile, "Do you have a conscience?"

I didn't expect him to come over right away. In front of him, Sang Zhi was a little guilty about what he had just said. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him or dare to speak.

Two seconds passed.

"But," Duan Xiaoxu's eyes slightly raised, and she put the milk in her hand, thoughtfully, "Listen to you, this match-"

"..."

"It seems pretty attractive."

"..."