boyfriend died again

There are very few courses in the senior year. Most of the senior students are either in social practice and preparing for social practice, or they are preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and then there is a graduation thesis waiting for them to worry about.Zhang Fei and her sister group had nothing to do all day long, so they ran to He Jiaze's classroom and twisted around a few times, as if the more they taunted him every day, the postgraduate entrance examination would be settled.

Especially after Jiang Yizhu disappeared, Zhang Fei danced even more happily, and for the convenience of jumping, he even specially established plastic friendships with people in He Jiaze's class.

"Why didn't that nagging god stick continue to pick up Junior He?" Zhang Fei spoke in a moderate voice, which happened to be heard by He Jiaze who was two rows behind. She said to the girl next to her, "Yes. I slipped my tongue the other day, and he was dumped after his crap was found out, or should he be killed again?"

Fang Ke is the class committee member of this class. She studies and completes her own tasks according to her duties. I don't know why this senior girl who has never been in contact with her will suddenly get close to her and gossip with her all day long in class. .

Most of the time, she went in her left ear and out of her right ear, and she didn't talk much, but Zhang Fei's speech just now was really uncomfortable, and she almost wanted to report it.

Fang Ke frowned and said, "Senior sister, it's too immoral to guess other people's life and death casually. Since you choose to stay in school, you should study hard. It's your own time to focus on these boring gossips."

Duan Qingshu said: "Is the relationship between Xue Chi and you guys not good? You don't feel anything when he's dead?"

Zhang Fei snorted and said, "When two men are together, it is against the law of heaven. This is punishment. Yan Ji and Xue Chi were killed by He Jiaze."

Fang Ke said: "He's been dead for a month, what do you want to feel? Is it enough to be cremated with him? You go."

Bai Yu glanced sideways at He Jiaze, but He Jiaze didn't react at all, he couldn't sit still, got up and left his seat, which frightened Zhang Fei and Duan Qingshu, but Bai Yu didn't even look at them. Walking towards the podium, he whispered something to the lecturer with a dark face, then raised his hand and pointed towards the back row in the middle.

He Jiaze didn't hear what he said, but seeing the lecturer's face turned even uglier, he directly called Zhang Fei and Duan Qingshu by name, telling them to get out.

Bai Yu walked back to his seat and sat down comfortably. He Jiaze asked him what he had said to the lecturer. Bai Yu said, "The senior sister came to pester our classmates to talk about Gongdouju, which affected my study."

Both Zhang Fei and Duan Qingshu couldn't hold back their face. Under the attention of most people, they quickly left the classroom with disheveled faces.

Although nothing unusual can be seen on the surface, in fact He Jiaze has been affected a bit. Jiang Yizhu's departure made him suffer from insomnia for several days, and his heart was agitated. Zhang Fei's words could not be said to be a heavy blow, but they were indeed He Jiaze couldn't help but think about it.

Holding the phone, He Jiaze deleted the 'sorry' he had just typed in, thinking back and forth about many words of apology, deleting them again and again, and finally sent out a sentence: Have you calmed down yet?

Looking at the word "delivered" in front of the bubble, He Jiaze's expression was a bit complicated. Jiang Yizhu's cell phone had been turned off for several days in a row, and he couldn't get through the phone, so he probably wouldn't see his private messages.

Just as he was thinking this way, the delivery in front of the bubble turned into read, and He Jiaze suddenly became excited, waiting for Jiang Yizhu's reply with his mobile phone in his hand, and stared down at the chat interface even while walking.

When He Jiaze was lying on the bed, he finally couldn't hold back anymore, and called Jiang Yizhu's phone again, but he didn't get the shutdown notification as he expected, and the notification tone rang before he was connected.

There was a shallow breathing sound from the other end of the phone, He Jiaze opened his mouth, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Well, what about you." Jiang Yizhu's voice was soft and shallow, as if he didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring him.

He Jiaze felt very uncomfortable, his eye sockets were swollen, he sat on the bed, looked up at the chandelier hanging above his head, and blinked: "I didn't eat, neither did I eat breakfast, nor did I eat dinner."

Jiang Yizhu sighed through the receiver: "Why don't you eat?"

He Jiaze said, "Because the cook ran away." After a pause, he continued, "I have no food, and I'm not in the mood to eat."

Jiang Yizhu asked: "Did someone make you unhappy?"

He Jiaze didn't know when he became so crying-loving, and he choked up when he spoke: "Yes, it's all because of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up suddenly. He Jiaze held the phone in disbelief for a long time, and just lowered his head, two drops of water slapped on the quilt. He Jiaze raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, thumb He squeezed between the corners of his eyes with his middle finger.

Although He Jiaze had a golden spoon in his mouth since he was a child, and his family members held it in their palms for fear of falling, and for fear of melting it in their mouths, and he was pampered with a willful, flammable and explosive temperament, but he is not really crying. Even he himself didn't know when he became squeamish.

After thinking for a while, He Jiaze was going to grab a bottle of iced Coke, but just as he opened the bedroom door, he heard the doorbell ringing non-stop.

He Jiaze walked to the entrance, glanced at the doorbell display, and immediately became refreshed. He opened the door halfway and said, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yizhu said, "I'll cook for you."

He Jiaze said, "Why did you hang up on me?"

Jiang Yizhu said: "Because I can't wait to come to see you soon."

After entering the door, Jiang Yizhu first went to the living room and turned on the lights, then turned around and walked in front of He Jiaze, rubbing his head: "Go and wash your face."

When He Jiaze came out after washing his face, Jiang Yizhu was already busy in the kitchen. He Jiaze turned on the TV and the game console, and walked around a level absent-mindedly, his eyes always drifting towards the kitchen unconsciously.

After serving the table, He Jiaze held the bowl, looked at Jiang Yizhu, and asked him, "Are you still leaving?"

Jiang Yizhu glanced at him and said, "I don't know."

He Jiaze said excitedly, "What do you mean I don't know? You were the one who said you would help me catch ghosts, and you were the one who promised to be my cook. Now I can't eat well, I can't sleep, and I'm being teased by someone riding on my head. You don't care. "

Jiang Yizhu got up, walked to the chair next to him from the opposite side and sat down, took out a few tissues, and raised his hand to lightly touch He Jiaze's still childish face.

When He Jiaze was almost [-]% full, he suddenly said, "I'm not exaggerating, the dishes you cook are exactly the same as my predecessor's."

Jiang Yizhu was silent for a while and said, "Maybe they all use the same seasoning package."

He Jiaze: "What seasoning packet?"

Jiang Yizhu said: "Li Shouyi Thirteen Fragrances."

After eating, Jiang Yizhu learned from He Jiaze what Zhang Fei and Duan Qingshu had been provoking for the past few days, and his complexion sank.He sat by the bed and watched He Jiaze fall asleep, then quietly walked out of the bedroom.

Standing on the balcony, Jiang Yizhu looked down at the street with cars passing by and the neon lights. He took out his cell phone and made a call.

After the call was connected, Jiang Yizhu only said one sentence: "I have something to discuss with God Rabbit, let him contact me."

Not long after hanging up the call, someone called again. Jiang Yizhu skipped the greetings, went straight to the point, and relayed what Zhang Fei and Duan Qingshu had said recently. The person on the other end of the phone was furious, and finally ended with a sneer.

After finishing this conversation, Jiang Yizhu edited another text message and sent it to the number marked Guicha No. [-] in the address book—the cleanup work in Fuqing District will be put aside for now, and there are two girls in Zhongjing University Zhang Fei and Duan Qingshu asked the homeless ghosts nearby to stay with them for a few days.

He Jiaze got a good night's sleep, and the first thing he did after getting up, dressing and washing was to go to the guest room to look for Jiang Yizhu, and he was relieved to see that he hadn't left yet.

Jiang Yizhu looked at He Jiaze who was stunned by the door, and asked him, "Why did you get up so early today?"

He Jiaze looked away: "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Yizhu closed the heavy black-sealed notebook in his hand, got up and said, "I have some work to do these two days, I'm arranging the schedule, but I won't delay taking care of you."

He Jiaze said, "I want to eat shrimp dumplings."

After finishing breakfast, Jiang Yizhu put the lunch box into He Jiaze's backpack, walked up to him and handed it to him.

He Jiaze didn't answer: "You take me to school, and bring me lunch at noon."

Jiang Yizhu lowered his head and smiled, unzipped his backpack, and took out the lunch box from the bag.

I don't know if Zhang Fei and Duan Qingshu lost face in front of so many people yesterday. He Jiaze and Jiang Yizhu happened to meet them when they were walking in the teaching building. When Zhang Fei saw him, he didn't laugh at him like he used to. After discussing, his complexion turned pale, and Duan Qingshu didn't even dare to lift his head, with an expression on the verge of crying, seeing him as if he had seen a ghost, and quickly brushed past him.

He Jiaze looked back at the two of them suspiciously, and then shifted his gaze to Jiang Yizhu's face: "They weren't like this yesterday."

Jiang Yizhu sent He Jiaze to the classroom, and assured him that he would definitely come to have dinner with him at noon before leaving.

As soon as He Jiaze turned his head, he met Shang Baiyu's teasing gaze, frowned and said, "What's your expression?"

Bai Yu raised his hand to support the frame of the mirror, and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just a pity that Li Gouhe failed to cheat on food and drink."

He Jiaze coughed and said, "I just like Jiang Yizhu, that's fine."

The morning class was over, and as soon as the lecturer left, Jiang Yizhu walked in.

Bai Yu picked up the backpack with one hand and threw it behind her: "Farewell, I won't bother you anymore." Then he quickly rushed out of the classroom.

Before Jiang Yizhu sat down, He Jiaze's cell phone rang at this moment. He was still wondering who made the call so accurately, so he picked up the cell phone and saw the caller—Brother.

As soon as he put the phone to his ear, he heard He Zhixiu ask: "Why didn't you tell your family when you were wronged at school? With your appearance, there are still people who are the school directors of your father, mother, and fourth aunt." What's the meaning."

He Jiaze: "..."

He Zhixiu continued: "You should also think about your family members. Don't they feel wronged by their actions?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Yizhu: Zeze was bullied, I feel wronged.

Rabbit God: Why do you only complain to you, the Rabbit God is not wronged if I do this?

Lonely ghost: Why do you only complain to you, don't we ghosts feel wronged?

He Family Third School Manager: Why do we only ask you to complain? Are we parents not wronged?