Little Dumb and the Twins

Jiang Xingchen was in a bad mood. When he was injured, so many people surrounded him to care for him, but the little mute was gone.

He didn't even go to have dinner with him as promised.

I really don't understand what the little mute is thinking.

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Xiao Ya was in a state of disarray yesterday. When he regained consciousness, he had already returned to the dormitory with medicine and gauze. Worried that Jiang Xingchen was waiting for him, he went back to the teaching building, only to find that he had already left.

So Xiao Ya went to the classroom early the next day before her morning reading, and wrote on the second page of the small brown book: Shall we go to the cafeteria for lunch together?

The small book was quietly placed on Jiang Xingchen's desk.

But Jiang Xingchen's reaction after he arrived disappointed the little mute. He didn't use a pen to write on the small notebook, but pushed the small notebook back directly.

Said in a cold tone: I have an appointment with someone else.

The new flame in Xiao Ya's heart was suddenly extinguished.

In the next few days, the role of the small book has not been brought into play, because the little mute dare not take the initiative to talk to the deskmate, and the deskmate has been ignoring others with a cold face.

This situation continued until that rainy night, when the little mute met his deskmate with silver hair in the alley.

The little mute fell asleep on the hospital bed in a daze. When he woke up in the morning, the deskmate with silver hair had disappeared. The little mute glanced at the wall clock on the wall and hurried back to school.

He was already late when he entered the classroom. Fortunately, the teacher was not there, but the eyes of the students in the class were fixed on him.

The little mute felt uncomfortable, looked at his deskmate, and suddenly widened his eyes.

Isn't the hair at the same table dyed silver?Why did it turn back to black overnight...

The little mute looked at Jiang Xingchen with surprised eyes, and returned to his seat.

Jiang Xingchen was dazed by his big eyes.

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It was not too late when the little mute and the silver-haired tablemate met for the second time. At that time, they were in physical education class.Almost the whole class gathered around the place where Jiang Xingchen and the others played basketball.

The little mute was sitting alone under the flag stand to enjoy the cool, when suddenly a small ball of paper fell from the sky and hit him on the top of the head.

The little mute looked up, but saw no one.

He opened the small ball of paper in his hand and wrote a line on it: I heard you are Jiang Xingchen's deskmate?

Another small ball of paper was thrown down, and the little mute opened: Is it really a mute?

A third little ball of paper is dropped: come up.

After a long time, the perpetrator who threw the ball of paper regretted that his initial greeting to the little mute was these three sentences.

He thought, if he could treat the little mute better when they first met, would it be easier for him and the little mute to walk later on.

Well, that's all for later.

Being thrown a ball of paper by someone who doesn't know who, of course the little mute will not obediently go up.

He just raised his head to see who was the one who dared to throw garbage down from the national flag platform, and he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar silver hair.

The little mute subconsciously looked in the direction of the basketball court, but his sight was blocked by the crowd, so he couldn't see whether Jiang Xingchen was still on the court.

So the little mute went up obsessed, and then saw the same table with silver hair.

That person had a handsome face that the little mute was all too familiar with, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth were tilted, showing a smile that the little mute couldn't understand.

Is the person in front of him his deskmate?

Although they look exactly the same...but they feel completely different...

And why is my deskmate dyeing his hair between silver and black...

Also ask questions that are there or not...

The silver-haired tablemate did not greet the little mute, but turned around and put his hand on the fence of the national flag stand.

He looked into the distance, and suddenly said: "Here, you can see the basketball court very clearly."

The little mute followed his line of sight and saw Jiang Xingchen's figure on the court, which he hadn't seen before.

The little mute looked at the basketball court, then at the "silver-haired deskmate", unable to describe his shock for a moment.

It must be too similar...

Not only the appearance, but even the height and voice, seemed to be carved out of a mold.

Except hair color.

The silver-haired boy turned around to face Xiao Ya, his rebellious silver hair softened by the breeze, and he said loudly in the bright sunlight:

"Remember my name, my name is Jiang Xinghai."

Phew - the wind blows

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