Do not provoke

Tang Xingbei rubbed his nose, and lowered his voice: "...there is a four-leaf clover here."

"..."

I don't know what happened during the period, but when Fang Lin came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the grass face to face with Tang Xingbei.

He looked down.

The four-leaf clover is a small cluster, so it can't be discovered by people, and it grows lush and green.

Tang Xingbei was plucking the leaves, with a yellow lacquered broom across his lap, and said in a low voice, "My mother told me before that four-leaf clover represents good luck."

Fang Lin turned to look at him.

Tang Xingbei didn't raise his head, and cut it disdainfully: "But when she was sick, I asked someone to buy three baskets of four-leaf clover for her, but it was still useless."

Fang Lin glanced at him and said nothing.

But Tang Xingbei probably just wanted to talk to someone casually, and didn't expect his response.

He grabbed a leaf with one hand and fiddled with it, muttering: "I told her a long time ago that she and my dad are not the same people in essence, it is better to divorce as soon as possible.

But she is a strong and good-looking person, and she will not leave unless she is involved, and she is noisy at home every day... In fact, it is really meaningless to go to such lengths. "

Fang Lin hummed: "Indeed."

Tang Xingbei paused, turned to stare at him, and then snorted coldly after a long time: "Don't talk."

The relationship between the two is actually a bit subtle.

One is the son of my father, and the other is the son left behind by my father's Bai Yueguang. No matter how you look at it, it should be tit for tat.

But for some reason, from the first time Tang Xingbei met him, apart from anger and dissatisfaction, he couldn't find any other emotions similar to disgust.

And this dissatisfaction is largely because he robbed himself of No.1.

Thinking of this, Tang Xingbei couldn't help frowning, and turned his head to ask, "Why are your grades so good? I didn't think you were that good in your previous high school?"

What he said was euphemistic.

That high school was not only not good, it was as bad as a swamp, and even those who simply dawdled around could be called "good students".

Fang Lin was silent for a moment, then explained cryptically: "My mother and your mother...should have similar personalities."

Tang Xingbei understood instantly.

He also thought of those times when he was locked up in the house when he was a child, doing tutoring, brushing questions, competing and practicing the piano, and couldn't go out all day.

So he clicked his tongue deeply.

Fang Lin stood up, patted the blades of grass on his trousers, and said in a low voice, "Can I ask, why are you so obsessed with No.1?"

Tang Xingbei was reviewing the past, when he heard his words, he was taken aback suddenly, and raised his head blankly: "Is it obvious?"

"It's very obvious." Fang Lin narrowed his eyes and looked down at him.

Tang Xingbei was a little embarrassed, stood up with the broom in his hand, turned his back to the rubber walkway and walked away, humming proudly: "You don't care about me!"

Fang Lin laughed.

It's really cute.

It was exactly 10:30 when they finished cleaning the playground. The two took out the trash, threw the utensils back to the activity room, picked up their schoolbags and left.

There are not many people left walking on the campus, but many of them are still working hard in the class.

After leaving the school gate, there were no pedestrians on the banyan tree street, and the shadows of the trees were dancing.It was rare for the two of them to walk together, and Tang Xingbei felt a little strange for no reason.

He remembered that when he was in elementary school, other children would either be picked up by their parents, or they would carry schoolbags and hold popsicles in pairs, laughing and playing under the shade of summer trees, and he was the only one who walked proudly alone.

Little Tang Xingbei had red lips and white teeth, but he had the appearance of a cold and coquettish young master. Most of the people in the class respected him because he was smart and didn't like to talk to others.

Then one day, a little girl in the class came to him timidly, begging him to give her No. 1 for the next final exam as a birthday present for her mother.

Little Tang Xingbei remembered this girl, she was cute and cute, her father was the director of the school, teachers and classmates liked her, she was very popular in the class, and he didn't hate her either.

Sure enough, several children stood by her side, begging themselves cautiously together: "You have won the first place so many times, just let her do it once."

But Xiao Tang Xingbei remembered his mother's strict request, hesitated for a while, and refused very unkindly: "No."

Later, he was still number one, but he was isolated by all the children.

Afterwards, the attached primary school began to spread rumors that Tang Xingbei was an arrogant and cold-blooded young master.

At that time, he was young and didn't read any messy novels, so he couldn't accurately understand the meaning of cold-blooded. When he understood it, this image had already been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

But little Tang Xingbei probably has some problems with his brain circuit, and he has been happily alone for many years.

Although he later met He Miao, who was as thoughtful as his name, he always looked at He Miao as if he was a foolish son of a landlord's house, and he didn't communicate too much about emotional matters.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Lin took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, poured one himself, and threw it to him.

Tang Xingbei took it easily, shook out one and threw it into his mouth, squinting his eyes: "I'm thinking why I'm so obsessed with being number one."

Fang Lin glanced at him unexpectedly: "Have you figured it out yet?"

Tang Xingbei looked up at the half-arc moon, and stretched comfortably in the cool night wind: "No—"

Fang Lin smiled lightly, took the box of chewing gum thrown by him with a raised hand, stuffed it casually into the side of his schoolbag, and continued walking.

Turning a corner, there was a small supermarket on the left side of the alley that was lit in front of it. Half of the "超" wrapped in neon lights on the "Star Supermarket" was missing, and the remaining three characters were lit up dusty.

Chatting and laughing came from the room, there was an old-fashioned freezer at the door, and a sign saying "popsicles and ice cream" stood up, and amidst the humming of cicadas, mosquitoes were flying around the incandescent light tube at the door.

Tang Xingbei's footsteps paused in front of the door, and he suddenly turned his face: "Eat popsicles? I invite you."

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

The owner of the supermarket is a middle-aged man. He came out wearing an old-fashioned white vest, kicking on his slippers, and fanning himself with a simple smile.

Tang Xingbei let out an ah and rolled his eyes: "Yes."

"I know, children don't want to study hard." The boss said, stooping to rummage in the freezer, pulled out two milk ones and handed them to them, "Don't eat the ice lump ones, it's easy to get stomach upset at night."

"Thank you uncle." Fang Lin quickly took it.

Tang Xingbei took out his mobile phone: "How much is it, Uncle, I'll transfer the money."

The boss waved his hand lazily with his fan: "Okay, okay, the door will be closed soon, I'm in a good mood today and I don't want money from you two, so go home quickly."

After he finished speaking, he yawned, turned off the light at the door, and pushed the refrigerator back into the house.

The two thanked dryly, and then walked forward hesitantly.

Upstairs, I don't know who has watered the flowers. The dripping water drips down on the bluestone slabs, mixed with the buzzing of cicadas and insects, and the summer spirit is surging.

Fang Lin followed the dim streetlight to look at the ice cream in his hand, and said, "One plain milk, one green apple, which one do you like?"

"Anything is fine." Tang Xingbei randomly smoked a green apple.

He opened the bag, took a bite, it was cold and sweet.

In fact, it tasted very ordinary, the sweetness of fruit juice mixed with milk saccharine, but he squinted his eyes and ate happily.

Fang Lin also removed the remaining one, lowered his head and bit his mouth.

The milk cake melts in the mouth, and the mouth and teeth are full of mellow milk flavor, which is really fresh for people like them who don't eat snacks very much.

So, the two of them remained silent all the way, each eating ice cream and returning home.

When they were parting at the stairs, Fang Lin said good night, then he paused, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Tang Xingbei whisper good night in the same voice.

Then, the door clicked shut.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

The teaching director said sweeping the playground was obviously a punishment, but the two of them regarded it as a relaxing walk after school and became addicted to it. After the week was over, Tang Xingbei subconsciously went downstairs to go to the playground.

Fang Lin seemed to be in touch with him, he reached out his hand to stop him from putting on his schoolbag and was about to leave, and paused: "I don't need to go today."

Tang Xingbei was stunned for a moment, and then he realized, with a cry, he sat back and slowly cleaned up the table.

He didn't seem very happy, Fang Lin lowered his eyes, and turned the pen between his fingers for a week.