sequel

"Tch, bad luck! I ran into her, and I need to wash my eyes when I go back." A boy said.

Liu Dong asked: "What? Who? Do you want to be so poisonous?"

The man lowered his voice and whispered to them: "You don't know yet, she, Tong Xiao, and her mother are all taken over by an official, and the mother and daughter serve a man!"

Liu Dong was dumbfounded: "Can't you?"

"Why can't it? The second class has spread the word, otherwise you think, how did she get into the first middle school with a non-local hukou? A transfer student's grades are not up to the mark, and I don't know how much money was stuffed!"

Liu Dong himself also came in through the back door, so when he heard this sentence, his face collapsed: "Then it's none of your business, and it doesn't cost your family's money, right?"

"Okay, is it interesting to talk about a woman? Let's go, I have too much homework tonight, I can see it until eleven o'clock, Good thanks to you!" As he said, he gave Liu Dong a look, It means that people said that unintentionally, so don't be so rigid in your tone.

Liu Dong understood and nodded at him.

Wang Jingchen rode halfway, and suddenly remembered the ponytail that Tong Xiao swung when he bent down to get into the car, why did he feel familiar.He thought about it for a while, and found that there was no clue, so he stopped thinking about it. He stepped on the bicycle heavily, changed his lightness when saying goodbye to them, and changed to a cold expression, and rode to Zhuang Yufan's house.

There was a cool mountain bike parked beside the rockery, which was Zhuang Yufan's mount.Wang Jingchen touched the ground with his long legs, braked, got off the bike, pushed the bike to another corner two meters away, put the bike away, and walked unhurriedly into the house.

In the entrance, there are no Lin Fen's shoes.Very good, I went out, and I probably won't come back at night.Wang Jingchen didn't realize that he let out a sigh of relief secretly.After all, he was still a young man with little personal experience, and he hadn't had the calmness to control his temper with ease.He was in a happier mood because Lin Fen was not at home. As for Zhuang Yufan, didn't he practice meditation in his own room, and the embarrassment and unhappiness would be gone if he couldn't see him.

In fact, in detail, he no longer had the resolute indifference towards Zhuang Yufan at the beginning, and it would be right to say that time has diluted it or made some things deteriorate. Now he only has the idea of ​​"no need to talk" towards Zhuang Yufan.Besides, the two have not communicated for so long, has the feeling changed?

People are moving forward, and they have to look forward in life, and the person who stands still will undoubtedly fail.

Wang Jingchen changed his shoes and came in, put his shoes about ten centimeters away from the pair of blue and white clover, compared them in his heart, and cursed: What does this guy eat, his size is the same as mine.

Passing the living room, he remembered the last time he met Zhuang Yufan's eyes here, why was he scolded by Lin Fen back then?Oh yes, a bottle of soy sauce.He took a deep breath and said that the idea of ​​never being wronged is a lie.But what to do, living here was the arrangement of my parents before they died, and it was also my grandma's wish.He has disappointed and worried the deceased for so many years, how can he make an old man worry about him again?Sniffing, the cold air at that time seemed to still be able to drill into the nose.He suddenly thought of Zhuang Yufan's harsh and awkward eyes, and the thought that "Zhuang Yufan is not so annoying" that came to him immediately shrank back.

"Am I out of my mind, thinking about him?" Wang Jingchen shook his head, trying to get Zhuang Yufan out of his mind, and walked to his room with his schoolbag.He intentionally made footsteps to remind Zhuang Yufan to close the door of the room. Every time Zhuang Yufan slammed the door down, but this time he was almost at the stairs, so he didn't hear the door slamming on time.

Wang Jingchen was puzzled: not here?Isn't he a life trajectory of two points and one line?So he pretended to pass by Zhuang Yufan's room casually, and gave a merciful glance: it was empty, and the bathroom door was open, so he was really not there.

The shoes are in the entrance, where did they go?

Wang Jingchen was about to retract his protruding neck, and was startled: standing behind him was Zhuang Yufan holding a bowl of noodles. It turned out that he went to the kitchen downstairs to cook noodles.A burnt poached egg lay on the surface of a bowl of clear soup with little water, and a few vegetable leaves lay listlessly next to it.Bingshan Xueba, who had cooked a bowl of noodles with pain in his bones, was frowning and looking at him sideways.

Wang Jingchen: "..."

Back in his room, Wang Jingchen realized that he had been terrified just now.A row of bullet screens flashed in his mind: What the hell are you running away from, and why are you guilty of not being a thief? !What the hell are you nodding at him? Is this a greeting or a greeting? !Still blush?Blush, blushing!

He rolled around on the bed, rolling the untidy bed like the scene of a car accident.Burying his face in the pillow, the inexplicable blushing still hadn't subsided, Wang Jingchen thought sadly: Damn, I really want to die...

At this time, Zhuang Yufan, who was separated by a wall, took great effort to not even the corners of his mouth. He blew on the hot noodle soup on the table, and smiled again involuntarily.The peach blossom eyes were curved, and there was a smile at the end of the eyes and the tip of the eyebrows, and the slender and thick black eyebrows also came alive.

He was so lucky to find out: It turned out that those thoughts of anger, disgust and disregard for Wang Jingchen all came from Wang Jingchen's playing with others, not his own.It wasn't until Fang Cun, when he saw Wang Jingchen's strange and familiar expression, that he realized that after so many years, he still naively wanted to occupy Wang Jingchen, his time, his petty actions, and his temper that didn't easily get angry with others... These were all from him. Yes, his.Because I can't do it, I have a lot of resentment emotions, and the resentment leads to various negative emotions, like snowballing, getting bigger and bigger, and more and more difficult to parry.

Zhuang Yufan's face was blurred by the hot air, and his eyes were moist.For a moment, mischievous, laughing, irritable, indifferent... Wang Jingchens lined up and flashed in front of his eyes. His heart was rumbling like a dormant volcano. He thought, how about trying again? once.If it doesn't work, I'll go abroad, and I will never have any contact with each other in the future.

He seemed to hear a "click", and the ice lying in his heart cracked a gap, tremblingly waiting for the long-lost spring breeze——

Wang Jingchen rolled on the bed for a while and fell asleep. It was already eight o'clock when he woke up. There was the sound of Zhuang Yufan playing basketball downstairs. Through the window, the sound of the ball sounded a bit dull and distorted.He sat on the bed for half a minute, rubbing his hair and leaning against the window to watch the people downstairs playing basketball.

I have to say that Zhuang Yufan is pretty good at basketball, but Wang Jingchen has never seen him play in school.You don't need to think about why, that guy can't integrate into the group.

"Without me, he is like a three-year-old kid—no, not as good as a three-year-old kid—he doesn't know how to express his desire to play with others, and he doesn't bother to play with others." Wang Jingchen thought in his heart, "Why are you so awkward, it's clearly written on my face that I want to play too, but I just want to put on airs and wait for someone to invite me!"

He watched Zhuang Yufan make a three-step layup, picked up the basketball beautifully with his fingers, and the ball went into the basket obediently. He looked away, took out a piece of bread in his schoolbag, tore open the bag, and ate while doing homework. Regardless of the bread crumbs falling on the paper, I wrote more than half of it, and the sound of the ball downstairs stopped.Wang Jingchen turned his pen and thought: "What about the tug-of-war competition, let Tian Rui talk about it?"

He scratched his hair, and said to himself: "I'm still a man, I ask a girl from the monitor to communicate everything. I won't be short of words with him! I'm not afraid of him, haha."

Lord Chen thinks about it as soon as he thinks about it, there is no so-called stereotyped thinking mode at all, he probably forgot how he talked to Zhuang Yufan when he was still upset a few hours ago.

Isn't it just a class tug-of-war, what's the problem, wait for the master to catch the kid, if he doesn't get it, he will get it, tie it up with a rope, and put it on the back, it's still a bit heavy.Wang Jingchen chuckled, amused by the picture in his mind, he laughed and didn't notice Zhuang Yufan passing by his room at all.

You can giggle while doing homework, but your brain isn't filled with biceps.Zhuang Yufan thought.

Maybe it's because of the awkward nod this time, maybe it's the passing of time and indifference, maybe it's the leisurely years, the grown-up teenagers realize that the seesaw is consuming each other's time, and the old diseases that have been suffering for many years have disappeared overnight.

In fact, there is another self living in everyone's heart, who smiles at you at the end of the world, and among the layers of petals is a heart that has been searching for a long time without regret.

Wang Jingchen, who stayed up late to finish his homework, slept until [-]:[-], when he was woken up by a few soft but refreshing knocks on the door.

The alarm clock is so familiar that you can reach out and press it for a long time; but it is really rare to hear the knock on the door here. Wang Jingchen's whole body was jolted up, and he woke up quickly: Who knocked on the door?It couldn't be Lin Fen.

Then it could only be Zhuang Yufan.

Did he wake him up?

Wang Jingchen pulled back the quilt, got out of bed and went to the closet to get clothes.After the person outside the door confirmed that he was up, he went downstairs.

Wang Jingchen was overwhelmed by the sudden "Zhuang-style care": Zhuang Yufan's head was smashed stupid by a basketball?It's still yesterday's nodding, okay, plus blushing and guilty conscience, did he misunderstand something?

Thinking about my state yesterday, it looked like I was caught spying on my sweetheart... Just when Wang Jingchen let his thoughts drift to outer space, he heard the sound of the downstairs door closing, and Zhuang Yufan rode his bicycle out go to school.

So, did he really wake me up specifically?Wang Jingchen brushed his teeth stiffly, and when he went downstairs, he found a bag of breakfast on the table in the dining room, and a glass of warm water beside it.

This is Zhuang Yufan's habit.Zhuang Yufan must drink a glass of warm water when he wakes up early. In the morning, he either has soy milk fritters and buns, or milk, bread and eggs.In short, his living habits are unmatched by Wang Jingchen.

Wang Jingchen took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun with a dark expression on his face, remembering that the steps were wrong, so he put down the steamed stuffed bun to get boiling water, absent-mindedly, but the steamed stuffed bun rolled on the ground, he scolded and hurried to fish it, bumping into the table, the edge of the table The glass shattered in response. It was a chaotic morning.