Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

He had a weak tone and was a little joking.

Sang Zhi couldn't hear whether he was joking or telling the truth. She rubbed the milk bottle with her fingertips, posing in a clear look, and asked him, "Brother, have you not seen these two movies?"

Duan Jiaxu's lip angle was slightly bent: "I have seen" Transformers. "

Sure enough.

Sure enough, it was because of ignorance that I could say that.

Knowing something he didn't know, Sanzhi was a little proud. She stood up and explained to him warmly: "Ru Hua is not a film name, it is a supporting role in a Hong Kong film called ..."

Speaking of which, she paused, and for a moment she couldn't remember the movie name: "Call, call--"

For a long time before she could wait for her next words, Duan Jiaxu stared at her with a rack of brains, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "The name Ruhua is pretty good."

Sang Zhi was still thinking about his name and ignored him.

Do not mind her indifference, Duan Jiaxu went on to say: "Should be a pretty girl?"

This time, Sang Zhi couldn't think that he hadn't heard it. He looked up and just wanted to refute. The next moment, he squeezed her face playfully, and then said, "Like little mulberry?"

Mulberry: "..."

Sangzhi couldn't believe his ears or the words he heard.

He actually said that she looked like a flower.

clear! day! clap! Shit!

Soon, Duan Jiaxu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the time. He swept around and pointed to a convenience store not far away: "Where to write?"

Sang Zhi still stand still, without a word.

Duan Jiaxu turned back and dragged his tail and said, "Huh? Why didn't Xiao Ruhua speak?"

"..."

also! small! Such as! flower!

clear! day! screw! Spin! clap! Shit!

Sangzhi didn't understand whether he was bragging about her or satirizing her. She was a little bit aggrieved, and she wasn't very happy, "Don't call me like that, as a flower doesn't look pretty at all."

"Really." Duan Jiaxu raised an eyebrow. "It sounds pretty pretty."

Hearing this, Sang Zhi stared up at him. Seeing his expression, she suddenly noticed something wrong. Recalling that at the beginning, his reaction when he heard the word "flower" is obviously different from the way he looks silly.

Sang Zhi instantly understood that he was teasing her.

She looked at him blankly for a few seconds, then straightened her lip line and walked silently towards the convenience store.

The child has a good temper.

Duan Jiaxu laughed twice and followed slowly.

The space in this convenience store is not small. In addition to selling a variety of goods, a machine was set up beside the checkout counter, selling ready-to-eat food such as sausages and noodles. In front of the freezer, there are two empty tables.

Sangzhi sat in the deepest position.

Duan Jiaxu sat across from her and took her homework out of her backpack: "Write it."

Sang Zhi took it and opened the weekly diary.

The convenience store is quiet.

The clerk stood at the checkout counter and played with the mobile phone without making any big movements. The flavor of the car noodles and fish eggs is extraordinarily strong, and the smell sweeps the entire room.

Duan Jiaxu looked at her with her cheeks: "Child, do you have breakfast?"

Sang Zhi turned out her pen, didn't care much about him, and nodded silently.

Duan Jiaxu: "Do you still want to eat?"

Mulberry shook his head.

"What brother is going to buy breakfast?"

Sangzhi nodded.

Duan Xia got up and walked towards the cash register.

Sang Zhi wrote the date in the diary of the week, and looked quietly at Duan Xu's body.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the merchandise rack. The shop is full of lights, and his complexion looks very white, with blueish gray under his eyes. When looking at things, those eyes will always be inadvertently concentrated, focused and gentle.

But the smile is always fooled.

Like a Sven scum.

Soon, Duan Jiaxu walked back with a sandwich.

Sangzhi lowered her eyes, pretending to start.

Duan Jiaxu took a bottle of water and a professional book from his bag. He then opened the packaging and bite the sandwich lazily. He eats well and makes no noise. But eating is not slow.

Soon the big slap sandwich was resolved.

Sangzhi moved his pens with regret, but his mind could not be put on the work at all, and he always drifted involuntarily to him.

Recalling the words of Sang Yan before, they moved to the campus after the exam.

Then it should already be on holiday now.

I heard my parents say that Sang Yan didn't go home because of an elementary school.

So is this unified?

Detecting the childish deliberation, Duan Xuan tapped the desktop with his knuckles and said lightly: "Write homework."

Sangzhi looked back and nodded again.

The table is round and the space is not large. The two books overlap. Duan Jiaxu glanced, closed the textbook, leaned back, and gave her all the positions.

After a long while.

Duan Jiaxu saw the milk on the table and asked, "Don't drink milk?"

After hearing the words, Sang Zhi looked up, glanced at the milk, and glanced towards Duan Xu, and then silently stuffed the bottle of milk into his schoolbag.

Looking at her behavior, Duan Jiaxu laughed and said, "Why is my brother trying to grab you?"

Mulberry is silent.

Duan Jiaxu joked: "Don't drink for my brother?"

Sangzhi turned her head and closed the zipper of her school bag vigilantly.

"Why is your child so temperamental." Duan Xie's sitting posture was lazy, with a seemingly frivolity on his face, "I'm just kidding you if I'm not brother, and haven't talked to me anymore?"

This time Sangzhi didn't even move his eyelids.

Duan Jiaxu didn't care too much, just whispered: "Little conscience."

Sang Zhi couldn't bear it, stiffly: "I want to do my homework."

Duan Jiaxu glanced at her weekly diary, and she had already written most of it. He leisurely said, "OK, you write."

Once you speak the first sentence, it becomes easier to export later. Sang Zhi did not continue the cold war with him unilaterally as he did just now. Seeing that the homework was almost finished, he pretended to ask casually: "Brother, haven't you got a holiday yet?"

"Nope."

"Oh, do you live here?"

"No."

Sang Zhi thought about it and guessed, "Will you end your course and go home for the summer vacation?"

"No, why are you still curious about me?" Duan Jiaxu nodded her homework with a fingertip, and said faintly, "Complete writing, go to school after finishing writing."

"……Oh."

At seven o'clock, Sang Zhi completed the weekly diary.

She packed her things, carried her schoolbag, and went out of the convenience store with Duan Xu.

It was too early to see, Duan Jiaxu simply sent her to the school gate.

Inexplicably, I don't want to leave. She said goodbye to him warmly, then turned slowly and walked to the school.

Soon, Duan Jiaxu called to her suddenly, as if thinking of something, and handed her a folded piece of paper from her pocket: "Yes. Boy, I forgot to tell you."

Sang Nina took over: "Ah?"

"Brother peeked into your weekly diary." His tone seemed to be a little apologetic, but he couldn't find half of it. Later, Duan Jiaxu pointed to the small paper ball in her hand, dragged his voice and said, "So my brother wrote a new one and compensate you."

It's too early, and most of the classroom is empty.

It's only twenty minutes before I start reading early, and the students in the class usually arrive on time. Sang Zhi went to his seat and sat down, turning out all the contents of the schoolbag.

Until the entire schoolbag was empty, she stopped moving and groped into her pocket.

Take out the small paper ball that Duan Xu just gave.

Take apart and flatten.

Sure enough, it was a weekly diary, which seemed to imitate her handwriting.

Small, beautiful, smooth.

The title is "Bring Your Brother to the Dormitory." The content is serious and serious, and writes down the events of the day like a running account. She turned it over, and he made up the sentence in big letters on the back: it was no longer needed.

Sangzhi couldn't imagine that picture.

Maybe it was too late and the surrounding lights were dimmed. Sitting at his desk, he encountered a rare problem and carried a piece of it with a headache.

Maybe this picture.

Let her breath and heartbeat begin to speed up the picture.

Then, it tasted like sugar from the air.

Sang Zhi's thoughts were a little blank, and she looked at it again carefully, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help rising, then folded the paper, and carefully inserted it into her drawing book.

It was at this moment that Yin Zhenru was in the class. She came in through the back door and greeted Sang Zhi.

After taking a few steps, she turned her head and asked, "Hey, why are you so happy today?"

Hearing this, Sang Zhi hesitated, and narrowly narrowed the uncontrollable smile on his face.

"No, I remember a joke."

Yin Zhenru didn't ask much. She looked around and noticed the milk on the mulberry table. She wondered, "Aren't you allergic to milk? Why buy milk?"

Sangzhi remained silent for a few seconds and put the milk in the drawer: "I accidentally took it wrong."

After returning home, San Zhi put the bottle of milk in the refrigerator.

Fear of being seen by Li Ping.

She hesitated, and finally hid in the box containing her treasure, and when she remembered it, she looked out.

Time passes day by day.

Although the distance is close at hand. After Sang Zhi was out of school, he only needed to walk for five minutes to get to the place where the person was. Even, she could pretend to go to Sang Yan and see the person in her heart.

But she didn't have that courage.

I always feel that nothing is right.

She would worry if she could not hide at all.

The only thought that I care about.

That's how I spent half a month.

On the first day of summer vacation, Li Ping was just seen when Sang Zhi took out the bottle of milk. Thinking that Sang Zhi wanted to drink milk, Li Ping said euphemistically to her.

After speaking, she was still worried that Sang Zhi would drink it and wanted to confiscate it.

Sang Zhi can only pour out the milk inside, then wash the bottle and dry it. Occasionally she would put in her folded stars, one after another, day after day.

Later, the weekly diary written by Duan Xu was put in.

The tiny buds gradually gave birth to a young tree.

She began to have a small hope.

Looking forward every day.

I hope that life will go faster.

I hope I can grow up faster.

In early August, because Sang Rong and Liping were going to a friend's wedding in another city, only Sang Yan and Sang Zhi were left at home. Before leaving, Li Ping and Sang Yan ordered a lot of words to let him take good care of his sister.

Coupled with a few threats from Sang Rong, Sang Yan could only agree impatiently.

The first day of their lives was fairly harmonious.

Sang Yan spends most of his time playing with his mobile phone in bed, and occasionally comes to bother him, and he just copes with the past. When it's time for dinner, order a takeaway and eat your own.

The day passed.

But the next day, a friend asked him to go out and play a game.

Sang Yan didn't want to refuse, quickly changed clothes and left the room.

At this time Sang Zhi was sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching cartoons. When she heard the movement, she looked over, without any expression on her face, quietly.

Sang Yan walked to the porch to wear shoes: "I'll go out and do your homework at home."

Sangzhi understood: "Are you hanging out?"

Sang Yan answered unquestionably, "Call me if something happens."

Mulberry: "No."

Sang Yan stopped and smiled, "You can still control me?"

Sang Zhi looked back at the TV and picked up the potato chips on the coffee table. "If a thief comes in a while, what can I do? I can't beat it."

"You close the door and no one comes."

"Then if I'm hungry, I have nothing to eat."

Sang Yan was impatient, staring at the bag of potato chips in her hand: "How many snacks in the cabinet are not enough for you?"

Sangzhi bit the potato chips: "I don't want to eat snacks."

Sang Yan stared at her: "What do you want to eat?"

Sang Zhi: "Anyway, I don't want to eat snacks."

Sang Yan put off his shoes with an angry temper: "What do you want to eat, I'll go out and bring it for you."

Sang Zhi glanced at him and took it for granted: "I haven't figured it out yet."

"..."

"Little devil." Sang Yan squatted down and squeezed her face tightly. "When I was your age, my parents weren't home. Not only did I have to feed myself, I had to get your share."

His face was deformed by him, and his speech was vague: "It's different."

"What's different."

"You didn't have an elder brother at my age." Sanji didn't blink his eyes, smiled like a little fox, and spoke slowly, "--but I do."

"..."

A friend called again, and Sang Yan didn't want to grind with her again: "Now you have two choices, either you tell me what you want to eat now, I go out and buy it for you, or wait for death at home."

Sang Zhi continued to chip potato chips: "I choose the second one."

"..."

After speaking, Sang Zhi pulled out her mobile phone from under her **** and turned out Sang Rong's number. She stared at the screen and muttered, "Okay, I want to tell my dad--"

Sang Yan whispered: "You can sue."

He didn't bother to care about her again and walked back to the porch.

After a pause of two seconds, the voice of Sang Zhi talking on the phone came from behind him: "Dad."

Sang Yan put on his first shoe.

Before I had time to put on my second shoe, I heard Sangzhi say in a very honest tone, "Brother told me to die."

Sang Yan: "..."

The author has something to say: Then Sang Yan called Duan Jiaxu: "Brother, you should go out with your children."