teenage lover

Ren Ziying broke up with his girlfriend whom he had been dating for half a year, and quickly fell in love with another girl after two weeks of absence.

"After all, we have had a deep relationship for half a year." Ren Ziying said sadly, "But I like this one more."

Zhang Huaiyang asked him if he liked everything that looked good.

Ren Ziying nodded heavily, indulging in her new relationship and unable to extricate herself.

"You can't just look at the face when you like it."

"Oh." Ren Ziying turned his head and asked, "Should I still see if she has a beautiful heart?"

"Damn it." Rong Sheng pushed his head away, "Talking to you is like playing the piano with you."

"You don't understand." The three of them left the school gate, and they hadn't got on their bicycles for the convenience of talking. "The first time I saw her, I thought it was her. She also glanced at me. At that time, I..."

Rong Sheng doesn't believe in the feeling of "she must be her" at the first sight. This kind of feeling is superficial and unstable. He is convinced that only by getting along well can he find the right person.

"Tsk, it's because you didn't meet." Ren Ziying said confidently, "If you see a woman whose heartbeat suddenly speeds up, that's her, the right girl."

"Your right girl can form a reinforcement company."

Rong Sheng was unmoved, "I saw that the woman's heartbeat didn't speed up."

"It's okay." Ren Ziying held the front of the car with one hand, and began to gesticulate at him, "You have to create opportunities for love yourself. Isn't that Li Su in your class very beautiful? You have to..."

"She has a boyfriend." Zhang Huaiyang said.

"Pedantic!" Ren Ziying asserted, "Take love with a knife! True love does not come first..."

Rong Sheng interrupted his speech, "I don't like her."

"He has a boyfriend."

"Why don't you like it?" Ren Ziying said with regret, "She is beautiful and has a good temperament. Next time I meet her, I will be alone with her. I will definitely go with her."

"I have a boyfriend!" Zhang Huaiyang emphasized again, "Are you bothered? Everyone has a boyfriend and wants to flirt with others."

"Why are you excited, her boyfriend is not you."

At such a young age, Ren Ziying has rich and unbelievably rich emotional experience, making Rong Sheng around him almost think that he is frigid, especially after the last lesson, Rong Sheng thought of forcing two people who he didn't like very much to make do It's disgusting to be together.

Rong Sheng knew that Jiang Wenyuan's mother was a housewife, so he called his home phone during a class break, and the answerer had a hoarse and absent-minded voice.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Rong Sheng, Jiang Wenyuan's classmate." Rong Sheng paced at the end of the corridor, trying to avoid the noisy crowd in the afternoon when he left school.

"Hello."

"Next Thursday is my birthday. Can Wenyuan come to my house for dinner after school that day?" Rong Sheng watched the people downstairs move, tapping slowly on the light green tiles on the balcony with a few fingers.

After a while of silence on the other end of the phone, the woman said slowly, "Let Jiang Wenyuan tell me by himself."

Rong Sheng lowered his eyelids, opened his mouth and said, "He said you won't agree, let me say it first."

"This is definitely domestic violence! Abuse!" Rong Sheng was so excited that he was about to bounce off the sofa, "His mother beat him and didn't let him go out."

Ren Ziying said his mother wouldn't let him go out either. "I scold me every day for playing too much and don't know how to go home. I have to say a few words when I come to your house."

"His condition is more serious." Rong Sheng summed it up in one word.

"Mine is also serious and abused..."

"Get out of here!"

Rong Jing, who came back from get out of class, walked through the living room with his bag on his shoulders, went upstairs without looking at the two of them, Rong Sheng stared at the bouquet in Rong Jing's hand.

Ren Ziying blinked at Rong Sheng, "Hey! My sister has a boyfriend."

"Talking to you." Rong Sheng said, "he will get hurt from time to time, he has to go home before 05:30, and after school at 10:[-], that is, he will be home within [-] minutes. I asked him to come out to play several times during the summer vacation. He doesn't agree."

"Maybe they want to reject you..." Zhang Huaiyang took out three barrels of ice cream from the refrigerator, and only heard the last two sentences.

"Impossible." Rong Sheng said, "I called his mother this afternoon."

"What?" Zhang Huaiyang was so startled that the spoon fell into the ice cream box, "What did you tell the fuck?"

Rong Sheng repeated what he said on the phone, and the two of them reacted calmly. He stood up and paced beside the sofa, speaking impatiently: "These are trivial matters, but we can speculate from the details that maybe his family is controlling his every move. As soon as I move, when I get home, I go out to make friends, and there are perennial domestic violence..."

"Why?" Ren Ziying thinks that there must be a motive for everything, but his mind is very simple, "For academic performance?"

"I don't know, not necessarily, it may be a very strange reason, love? Revenge? Possessiveness... Or there may be no reason at all, just venting anger, or mental illness."

"Where did you come up with such dark thoughts..." Zhang Huaiyang asked.

Rong Sheng sat down on the sofa, grabbed the remote control and quickly switched the TV station, "You think it's normal, but I think there is definitely a problem, a big problem, and I have to figure it out."

Rong Sheng told them not to talk nonsense, and told them about Jiang Wenyuan's suspicious family situation that he knew.

"Is it okay for you to meddle in other people's family affairs?"

Zhang Huaiyang was much calmer and more rational than Ren Ziying and Rong Sheng when he was young. He has his own set of principles for dealing with people, always advances and retreats in a moderate manner, and never does excessive or out-of-the-group things, as if scolding everyone Swearing and occasionally going to Internet cafes together on weekends is his limit.

Compared with him, Rong Sheng who prefers to do things according to his own temperament and preferences always seems childish and impulsive, and it is inevitable that some seemingly unimaginable grievances will float in his heart after a long time.

"You can ask about the situation first." Zhang Huaiyang first compromised, "If he is willing to tell you, you can help him."

Rong Sheng nodded and said yes, to prevent him from doing stupid things rashly.

"Isn't your birthday on October 29?"

Before the class bell rang, Rong Sheng hurried in from the back door, sat down and took a few breaths before saying that he remembered it clearly.

The seats in their class are changed every two weeks, and the tables are moved forward in order according to the rules, but the seat control is not strict. Both of them like the back row, so they occupy the last table in the class all the year round and refuse to move.

"It's still a long time. Why are you calling my house?"

"I want you to come."

"Tell me first..."

"You won't come unless your mother says yes."

In the late spring and early summer, the weather is getting hotter, and Rong Sheng's forehead is full of sweat after running all the way in a hurry.The classroom was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe, Rong Sheng stood up and opened the window, startled by the bald old man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The bald old man was the vice-principal, and he said kindly with a smile that he had seen him violate discipline many times, so he had to behave better in the future.

He has a pair of drooping eyes with extremely thick upper eyelids, swollen and yellowed eye bags hanging dirty under the eyes, the eyeballs are extremely small, and there is a malicious light.Rong Sheng felt unwell from his staring, closed the window with a bang, sat down and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead with a tissue and said, "I really want to dig out his dog eyes."

Rong Sheng has a head of hair that is half-length and not short, and a bunch of it fell on his face, making his nose itchy. Four or five times in a row he wanted to cut it off with scissors.

Gently scraping his distribution thread with one hand, Rong Sheng flashed before it was too late, Jiang Wenyuan combed him with his hand, put his hair behind his head, and then started to lower his head as if nothing happened Sound morning reading.

"After all, it's a person who has never made friends, so it's hard to tell what behavior is appropriate." Rong Sheng held the English book in both hands, staring at the light brown vocabulary list.

After all, the hair really didn't fall out, it was the magic of his fingers.

After class on Thursday afternoon, Rong Sheng, Zhang Huaiyang, and Jiang Wenyuan waited outside the classroom for several minutes before seeing Ren Ziying running down the stairs with a smile on his face.

"My homeroom teacher drags the hall! He turned around to write on the blackboard and I ran out the back door short, so fucking clever." Ren Ziying looked Jiang Wenyuan back and forth three or four times from hair to heels, wondering how Rong Sheng would follow This cold and reserved nerd has a good time.However, Rong Sheng has always been curious and has a lot of strange ideas. After so many years, Ren Ziying has gotten used to it, so he quickly turned his attention away from Jiang Wenyuan.

On the way to the carport, taking advantage of the endless conversation between the two of them, Rong Sheng turned sideways and continued to persuade Jiang Wenyuan: "You have missed it once, no, you have missed it seven times, you like me so much, don't miss my birthday again .”

Rong Sheng got very close, and his breath hit the side of Jiang Wenyuan's face, making it slightly itchy. "I do not like you."

The other two people started laughing somehow when they heard this, Rong Sheng asked what was so funny, and after a while they also started laughing.

When they walked halfway, Ren Ziying said that he was going to pick up a gift - a gift that claimed to have spent all his life savings.

Rong Sheng knew that Ren Ziying had always been a spender, so he couldn't help complaining about how much his life savings would be.

Ren Ziying raised his middle finger, said "Don't look down on people" and rode away.

Jiang Wenyuan said he forgot to prepare a gift.

Rong Sheng said that he could forget this no matter what, if he knew it earlier, he should be reminded in advance.

"I'm going to buy it now? What do you like?" Jiang Wenyuan was very embarrassed, "I don't have much money with me, so I might borrow it from you first."

"He teased you—"

"Just kidding—"

Rong Sheng and Zhang Huaiyang spoke almost at the same time.

Rong Sheng laughed and said that the gift was not important, but Jiang Wenyuan insisted on giving it back.When Rong Sheng said he forgot, he just forgot, and if he wanted to give him a gift, he had to remember it next time.

Rong Sheng's friends all know each other, Jiang Wenyuan knows half of them, but he is not acquainted, so he is close behind Rong Sheng almost all the time.

Rong Sheng's father looked majestic, smiled and greeted his classmates a few times, and then had nothing else to say, but his mother was very, very kind and enthusiastic, and chatted with everyone in a friendly manner.

After the meal, the parents didn't want to disturb the children's play, so they went upstairs, and only a dozen or so of them were left making trouble.

On the contrary, Jiang Wenyuan likes the presence of adults, everyone can talk in a polite and restrained manner, as if this is a very ordinary dinner, but he can't get into the madness after the adults leave.

The cake was put on the table, everyone turned off the lights, put candles on the cake, and sang birthday songs.Jiang Wenyuan sang along in a low voice, with Rong Sheng's rosy face twirling at the corner of his eyes—he might be in a daze, his brows and eyes were drooping, and candlelight hung on his eyelashes.

In the dark, the camera's flash lights up from time to time, and the room is full of laughter and laughter.

Turning on the light, Rong Sheng took off the birthday crown and threw it on the table, and handed the plastic knife to Ren Ziying.

Ren Ziying worked tirelessly to cut the cake, and tossed a good cake beyond recognition, turning it into a puddle of buttercream. With shaking hands, he scraped the most complete piece into the paper stack and handed it to Rong Sheng.

"You don't know how to cut a piece?" Rong Sheng picked up the fork and was about to eat it. Seeing Jiang Wenyuan standing aside, wondering what he was thinking, he gave him a slight push, "Here you are."