in the month you disappeared

Wu Jin got out of the car and squatted in front of Zheng Xi.

She was wearing the same loose, soft, light-coloured shirt as when they first met, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Wu Jin held down the leg she was trying to twist.

"It's sprained, it's best not to move."

Zheng Xi said anxiously, "There should be no fracture."

"This——I can't see it. I have to go to the hospital. I'll drop you off." Wu Jin helped her into the car.

Driving all the way in the quiet suburb, the noise of cicadas made Zheng Xi's heart very peaceful.She rested her head on the seat and squinted out the window.

Township health center.

The fan, which is a bit worn out, wobbles like a patient panting slowly.Zheng Xi, who was sitting on the ground, shrank her neck, a little worried that the fan would fall anytime and smash her messy head into pieces.

The atmosphere is sultry and depressing, yet extremely eager for relief.

Sitting opposite her, Wu Jin, who was leisurely and relaxed, seemed to be a good person to confide in, holding a copy of the medical price list in his hand.

For some reason, Zheng Xi suddenly felt a little nervous.

When she was in middle school, every time she saw those students in class standing upright, with their heads held high, and their gestures powerful, speaking freely under the watchful eyes of teachers and classmates, she really wished to hide her hidden things that were about to become moldy. I poured all my ideas into that classmate's head and asked him to help express them.It seems that as long as that is the case, the understanding, approval and attention that the students get will also be shared by her.

Now Zheng Xi returned to that class at once.She was the only student left, which gave Zheng Xi a lot of courage.Moreover, Wu Jin, she has a little confidence in her invisibly, yes, by relying on those few "fictional" articles.

"Cough, cough." Zheng Xi could only think of such old-fashioned words.

Wu Jin raised his head cooperatively, clasping his hands on the table habitually.

"Are you also a member of that guild hall?"

Wu Jin nodded, "That's right, so I saw it all by accident, do you mind?"

"No, do you think I look like a shrew?" Zheng Xi pinched his fingers slightly depressed.

"Hehe, it's a little bit." Wu Jin paused on purpose, and as expected, seeing the frustrated expression on the other side, "Why did you do that?"

Zheng Xi took a deep breath, classmate Zheng, the first monologue, seize the opportunity.

"I—" she slammed on the brakes, "Can I have a drink first?"

Wu Jin smiled and nodded, "You treat me like a tree hole, I have no objection."

Hearing what she said, Zheng Xi slowly put his fingers flat and lowered his head.

"I just don't like Song Yutong talking about her like that. I can't stand it. It's the same as being insulted to myself, especially when I know that what she said... is also very likely to be true. But, I can't stand it."

Zheng Xi looked at her with eyes that were angry but didn't know how to be angry, sad but didn't know why.

However, Wu Jin didn't say anything, just looked at each other quietly, and Zheng Xi slowly opened up his own memories.

Confession·Story

We knew each other very early.Lu Jun is next to our community, and there are many children like her.

Every time I was naughty, my mother would scare me to send me there. After a long time, I knew such a place.Coming home from school again, I ran there.I saw a child inside the iron railing, drawing pictures on the wall with a short chalk tip.

The painting is still eye-catching, I thought, if it is painted colorfully on paper, it might be considered beautiful.But that little brat wasn't nice at all, and she had a tough, stinky temper, just like her messy, short-haired grass.She tossed the crayons I had handed over to me, and as I felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation, I cried quite terribly.

I can count on one hand the number of times I have cried like this since I was a child.Lu Jun was frightened by my crying, so he silently picked up the colored pens on the ground.

I can't see the smartness I had when I was a child now.At that time, interest classes were just beginning to become popular, and my mother put me in the painting class. I was like all the chubby guys in the world, I only liked to eat delicious food, and I didn’t like to do it myself.Every homework assigned is always asked her to do.At first I thought, with her bad temper, she would definitely not agree easily; but when she heard this, she stared at me with two dark eyes unblinking, which made me sweat all over, thinking that she was going to be cold I satirized me a few words, but I didn't expect to help me without saying a word.

The teacher was surprised when he saw my homework, and praised and praised my mother, which made me feel embarrassed.After a long time, I also like to go to the painting class very much.One day, the teacher gave me a precious entry quota and talked to me earnestly. I forgot the rest, except that the first prize was a big pure gold cup.The so-called riding a tiger is hard to get off, my fake trick will definitely be dismantled, so I have to go to her again.

She painted that painting for about three weeks and handed it to me.I was very happy and said to her at that time, I will give you that big cup if I win the prize. She satirized me with disdain, such a treasure should be kept for your dog to drink water (yes, I I used to visit her with my General dog, who died from a fishbone shortly after she left).Unexpectedly, I really got the pure gold cup.That was pretty much the best time of my life.I also appeared on the front page of Hope, the biggest-selling newspaper in our hometown. In the photo, I was holding that blinding cup and showing a mouthful of blinding braces. My grandfather cut it out and pasted it on the cover of his stack of newspaper clippings. , relatives and friends are spitting on it and are very proud.

All of a sudden, I changed from that unknown little chubby girl to a little painter whom everyone loves!This is like a dream for me!The little girls who used to think I was clumsy and didn’t like to dance rubber bands with me all rushed to be in my group. After class, many students gathered around my desk, holding their heads and eyes wide open, vying to listen to me. All the things they would have laughed at or not listened to at all were now flowers and gems.This upheaval made me feel like I was going to heaven alive!

I was so happy that I almost forgot about my gloomy and loyal companion in the corner.

Until the attention I was getting was taken away by an inexplicable little brother - he is indeed my brother, and his eyes are almost exactly like mine.But he was my dad's "love affair" with another woman, that's what the woman said, and when she said it with a mouth full of pink lipstick, my mom—the one who always bullied me about making " Stepmother, the old mother who gave you leftovers and pickled vegetables, without saying a word, poured the rice washing water in the kitchen on the woman's dignified skirt. She has a very good figure. The ups and downs of the body are much more ups and downs.Especially the turbulent state when she was panting, the man who came in to deliver the water smashed his foot.

I have been clamoring for a little brother to play with me, and my dream has come true—but now I know that people cannot make wishes easily, because God is very busy, and I am old, and I am somewhat deaf.If you are not careful, your wishes will be changed beyond recognition.

In all fairness, my father is really nice to me. Although my mother loves to tease me from time to time, she loves me a little bit. They have divided the kitchen, which one should I eat?Is it possible to really see who is better at craftsmanship?But love, there is no craftsmanship to compare with.

In the end I stayed at grandma's house.

The summer vacation before leaving, I found her again, with a big gold cup and a late promise.

She was really persistent enough, and she was still painting on the wall.

I asked her why she didn't use the paper and pens I gave her, and she said that it would be fine on the wall when practicing.Looking at the dazzling works on the wall, as well as the moving expression on her habitually indifferent face and her cautious movements when she saw the golden cup, I felt a sense of guilt and strange sympathy (at that time, I could not really understand the feeling).

We stayed together for the whole summer vacation.

It turned out that she didn't paint every day, they had a lot of work to do there.Dig the garden, water it, clean the house, do the laundry, and sometimes help out in the kitchen.In addition to her, I also met a few children inside, whose names I have forgotten.She seemed a bit out of place in that environment, I always felt that way.

I also looked at the drawing papers she hid in her bedside cabinet. In my opinion, all of those paintings are at the same level as the award-winning work, or even worse.She talks to me, but not much.Only when I asked her actively did she answer, or only when she had to.The way he looked back then was completely different from what he looks like now.

In their place, someone came to pick up the children every year.That summer vacation, I just ran into such a time.The night before, they already knew about it, and many children began to rummage through their few clothes.

She ran to the wall again, and I followed.Squatting there and watching her draw, she likes to draw people, houses and plants, especially for things with fine lines, but those need patience, I can see that she has no patience now, and draws scribbled outlines of characters.

I asked her, why don't you go get ready?Maybe you can find someone who will bring you home for you to read and paint?She ignored me at first and drew her own, then put the chalk stubs in her pocket, and sat down beside me, with a weed between us.She was pulling the weed every time, and I was pulling it too. After a while, it was pulled out completely, and she moved over.

She looked a little irritable, and said that she secretly heard the adults say that the person who sent her here was a local, and they might pick her up in the future. If she left with someone else, she might never see her again. Mom and Dad are gone.

I heyed and said, but they have left you for so long, maybe they have forgotten you long ago.She stopped talking again.I said nonchalantly, go try it, maybe this time it will be that person, and your biological parents will leave you sometimes, why must it be them!

She heard my perverse tone, and asked cautiously, what's wrong with you?

I couldn't help it, and finally with a wow, I cried heartily in front of her again.

Unexpectedly, with this cry, we would go our separate ways.

The next day, she listened to my advice and dressed neatly. She was white and clean, and her eyes were like gourd dolls.

Because I was in a hurry, when I followed her back to the room to pack my luggage, she solemnly gave me those paintings as a parting gift. I had nothing to give, so I hung the emerald Buddha bought by my father on my neck On her neck, after thinking about it, I was not willing to give the silver bracelet my mother gave me.

With two walnut eyes that were swollen from crying the day before yesterday, with a particularly uncoordinated masculine pride, I collected the words I learned from "Story Club", and said, "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. See you in the future." , will never forget each other.

She touched the smiling Buddha and gave me a wide-eyed grin—this was the first time I saw her smile, and it was beautiful.

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