dumb love

She has a ladylike temperament, and even her family education is gentle and tolerant. If it weren't for the embarrassing status, she and her father would be the envy of everyone.

My mother is not the so-called vixen who destroys other people's family happiness. She and my father really love each other, but my father didn't have the opportunity to marry her.

Even so, in this village far away from the city and the hustle and bustle but not secluded from the city, I think we all live happily.

Even, even if my father is not in this family, we live happier than most other families here.

People say that my mother is blessed, that she has both children after suffering once. Yes, I have a younger sister who is the same as me. She is beautiful, has a good personality, and is smart. Everyone seems to like her very much, even me. , are proud to have such a sister.

Shumo has always been in the same class as me. People say that girls are not as flexible as boys when they reach a certain age. But I could barely get into No. [-] Middle School.

At that time, No. [-] Middle School was far inferior to Taizhong. Fortunately, the two key high schools in Mingchuan were not very far away. There was a not-too-long snack street, where people came and went. There was a big park, and it was extremely lively on weekdays. After weighing the balance, the mother temporarily rented a suite near Taizhong.

For a long time afterwards, I would dream of Shen Shumo, with those bright eyes, which should have been as bright as the stars and as bright as the morning sun, but they were full of sadness: "Shuyu, if I don't have it, I will be stronger, yes Wouldn't it be happier?" She never called my brother, and would even argue with me very forcefully, if it wasn't for her to let me, it's not sure who would be born first.

Look, not only twins, but even twins will fight for each other.

My mother taught me since I was a child, I am an older brother, I should let her go, we are about the same age, even if she is spoiled by her mother, she is better educated, and she will not be too willful.

I never paid attention to whether she treated me no matter how big or small, if she wanted to be strong, I would give in to everything, but fortunately, she would not cause trouble at will and asked me to deal with her aftermath.

Although I never thought she was troublesome, when I was not in a high school, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I didn't have to be compared with her all the time. Even if I didn't mean it, she cared.

Mingchuan No. [-] Middle School is the first school in this city to be rated as a key high school in the province, followed by Taizhong. When comparing these two schools seriously, there is actually not much difference between good and bad, but there have been a few schools in the past few years. Famous universities have been better in recent years.

In the past few years, No. [-] Middle School was slightly inferior, but every year, he made great efforts to surpass Taizhong in one year, so as to let out the aggrieved anger of these few years.

In the first year of high school, my life was completely filled with various books, materials and test papers. One middle school emphasized science, and even the best two experimental classes were specially set up for science students. As we all know, the experimental classes are all sprinting towards the key point, the best university.

Although my mother didn't ask me and Shumo's academic performance too much, I know that in her heart, she still wants us to succeed, and even wants us to go back to the home where my father exists. He can have a place in the Shen family.

Even until she died, she never resented her father. Even when I was young, she never complained to my father. She just told me over and over again that my father loved her, us, and this family. At that time, I Don't even know what love is, it's just a seemingly reasonable and flawless excuse made by selfish people.

I don’t live in the same school as Shumo, and I don’t know if it’s because of my compatriots’ hearts. When we were divided into subjects in the next semester of high school, we almost unanimously chose the liberal arts without thinking about it. It’s just the same choice, and even the treatment we receive is different in different places. .

My class teacher once persuaded me that the science class he taught, in his opinion, only science is the right way, and liberal arts is a scum of gentlemen. In fact, the reason why I chose liberal arts is because there are only literature and art, and science does not have a good art school. , that's all.

On this point, my mother is actually biased towards me. She used to be a literary girl full of ideals with a paintbrush in her hand, but time has smoothed her edges and corners.

Therefore, when my head teacher didn't give up and called her to come to the school to communicate, she also declined the head teacher's self-righteous kindness without thinking.

My mother taught me to draw since I was a child. From sketch gouache to Chinese oil painting, the only giant sketch hanging in our living room, I even thought it was made by my mother. My mother proudly said that it was made by her The hand of the man I love the most in this life, she loves us as much as she loves her father, so in this way, we are all in the hands of my father.

I was born in a science class but chose a liberal arts class. Before it was time to classify, the stubborn old man was disappointed with us. He clearly called the person who planned to select the text to the office and issued a notice. Anyway, one day we will part ways. We were allowed not to attend lectures or hand in homework during physical education, and we were not even allowed to come to the classroom.

The people around looked enviously at the Physiochemistry class as we listened to music and read martial arts novels to our heart's content. I didn't want to be with them, I just sat in the far corner of the classroom, leaning against the transparent window.

Draw the playground in the distance, the No. 1 civilian hospital with bright red spotlights on the steeple, the setting sun in the distance, and the plastic track. sweat.

I don't like to move too much. The only thing I know about taekwondo is when my mother was worried about Shumo when I was in junior high school. Shumo would rush home at night, and as an older brother, I have the obligation to protect her as much as I can.

In the second year of high school, I was assigned to the liberal arts class, and I learned art as I wished. I also had a lot of time to escape the useless self-study class with the excuse of going to the art class while others were working hard.

I don't like to become like them among a group of nerds who can't do anything but study. In my opinion, Mingchuan's education can change the fact that it is rotten even if it gets many famous brands every year. Squeezed people have no time to do anything other than study, it turns a lively person into a learning tool.

I once saw a student whose name I can hardly remember now, whose myopia increased from 700 degrees to more than [-] degrees in just one year, and the thick glasses covered all the expressions in his eyes. I thought of four Words, the walking dead, learning the walking dead.

Although I skipped classes, I didn't like going to Internet cafes or other smoky places. I just wanted to change to a less depressing place, where I could paint a picture quietly and seriously.

There is nothing too famous in Mingchuan, only a deep alley, which was once very old and has not yet been demolished. The road paved with bluestone slabs is not only uneven but also covered with moss because of the lack of people.

Most of the people have already moved to the newly developed place. It is said that there will be development plans here in the near future, whether it is to build a square or develop into a residential area. I am not very clear. After all, I don’t really know belong here.

What I like is the overly quiet atmosphere here, and the white roses that have grown for many years on a large wall, and the elegant white florals are dotted among the huge green clumps. The rice walls are tightly covered, and the fragrance is tangy, which is also the theme I want to paint today.

☆, old things <[-]>

All the affection in the world starts with a wonderful first encounter, and what we can't predict is when and where we will meet, and how can it be possible, among thousands of people, just one glance, oh, it's you , This is just the plot in the romance novels that Shu Mo loves to read.

In fact, that person really appeared like the prince in the novel, dazzling, reclusive and independent. I was sitting by the wall full of roses and painting, with the brush rubbing against the white paper, the whole world, It seems that there is only this little sound.

When I looked up again, I saw a white figure standing by the wall. Just the back view with the head raised slightly made me see the difference from many people here.

The man looked at the flowers, and I was painting flowers, so it didn't have any influence. What's more, with such a back view, the wall full of lonely flower vines looked a little different at this time.

I changed to a sharper pen, took the opportunity to raise my eyes, the man was still standing there, I don’t know if he was thinking about something, just standing there, like the lost mortal in my painting Angel, he is not lonely, he just forgot the way back.

I am happy to have someone to accompany me, and I am also happy to have that person act as a model for me. I just peeked at him all afternoon, and I feel a little embarrassed. uncomfortable.

Quickly packed up the painting utensils I brought, and put them away. The empty paint boxes after use were also packed together. The colorful paints on my hands were not only pungent, but I couldn’t wait to find a place to wash them. Wash your hands, just, that teenager.

Rubbing the tip of my nose with my shoulder, there was no point in hesitating and retreating, so I ran forward a few steps: "Hi, may I ask you to stay here for a while?" The man finally turned his head and looked at me with some doubts. At first, I was stunned, as if thinking about what my words of casually strike up a conversation meant.

I showed a smile that I thought was very kind. Anyway, I really didn’t have any malicious intentions: "I want to find a place to wash my hands, can you look at things for me?" So asking a stranger to help me look at things, presumably At that time, he would have thought I was crazy.

I just don't want to put things home now to let my mother know that I'm skipping class, and I don't want to rush back to study in the evening to listen to the rigid biology class. Well, I just have some interest in this teenager who stayed alone all afternoon. .

That person has deep and beautiful eyebrows, and his facial features are both three-dimensional and beautiful. Although I can't describe it, he is more beautiful than all the boys and even girls I have ever seen. Even invisibly, there is a kind of attraction.

The man was taken aback for a moment, and asked in an awkward manner, "Why can I understand what you said?" I don't think I've encountered a psychopath, I'm in the same place, and I speak Chinese, so of course he can. can understand.

I said, "I'll explain it to you when I come back, how about it?" I raised the paint on my hand that was almost dry on my skin.

The man looked at the big bag I packed, nodded, took it and said, "I have something to do when I go back, hurry up."

I nodded, and slowly went to the house farthest from where I was to borrow some water.

When I came back, the sunset had completely disappeared between the houses, and I could no longer see the slightest bit, and even the sky was a little black.

He glanced at me a few times, didn't criticize, handed me the things, turned around and was about to leave.

I chased after him in three or two steps: "It's so late, it's time for dinner, I know a very good restaurant nearby, if you don't mind, I'll take you there, just take it as an apology." Even if I was So what if he did it on purpose, I don't believe he won't be tired or hungry after standing all afternoon.

He only hesitated for a few seconds, and then he complied in a spirited manner, as if he had reluctantly agreed to my statement.

Although Mingchuan is a small city, it is not behind at all, especially because most people here like to eat and drink, and they collect snacks from all over the place, but I don't like dirty food very much, and I didn't take him there.

He is quite curious about this place. As I guessed, it seems that he came here for the first time. Although he is not curious about everything, his eyes are a little brighter. With brilliance, it is dazzling.

It's just that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore, and I'm not the kind of person who is just looking for trouble, so I led him to the store front and back, not far or near, and walked in from the south gate of the mall. In a narrow alley.

It's not that famous, it's just that I love porridge, and her porridge is delicious and sweet, and the store is clean, so it's easy to make people feel good about it.

The store is semi-self-service, you go to buy meal vouchers, order meals with meal vouchers, and just return the extras. His uncle seems to be waiting for me to bring the meals over, which really makes me feel apologetic, but look He looked around curiously, but I vaguely guessed something.

Probably because there is no waiter to entertain, this young master just doesn’t know how to order, so I add another portion to what I usually eat, a full plate of stir-fried vegetables, plus a few steamed buns and two bowls of steaming pumpkin polenta.

With the combination of meat and vegetables, the color of the celery fried in rapeseed oil looks particularly good, and the emerald green is very appetizing. I am also a little hungry, so I handed him a pair of chopsticks and was about to start eating.

The young master took the chopsticks in a daze and looked at the things in front of him in a daze. He held the chopsticks to pick up vegetables like me. Qin struggled to swing between the chopsticks, and finally couldn't support it and fell into the plate again. I watched his performance and tried twice but still couldn't pick it up.

"You don't know how to use chopsticks?" This is definitely not meant to be ridiculed, I'm just a little surprised that such a big person can't even use chopsticks, and he still waits for someone to feed him when he eats on weekdays?

The man seemed to be wrong, and gave me a vicious look, and threw the chopsticks on the table. Fortunately, there was not much silence around, and the thin disposable chopsticks couldn't make much waves. It seems that it is also trying to cover up the cuteness.

I suppressed my smile, got up and found a long-handled iron spoon from the disinfection cabinet, handed it to him, and the man took it with a face full of reluctance. The spoon is better than the chopsticks, and there is no such thing as bland dishes. If it aroused his dissatisfaction again, he drank even the sweet porridge with relish.

There is no need to take the plate back. I exchanged the remaining meal coupons for a bottle of yogurt for him, and it was a bit embarrassing afterwards. She usually likes to drink this when I come with Shumo, and the remaining meal coupons will be exchanged for yogurt. Take the extra home, this subconscious habit is really scary.

Fortunately, the young master was used to taking it for granted, and he didn't express any objection, so he couldn't figure out the east, west, south, and north when he went out.

Judging from the ten o'clock evening self-study time, this time is still very early. I don't want to go home first, nor do I want to go back to school.

"You should still be in school, why, don't you need to make up lessons?" It was rare for him to know that there are make-up lessons at night.

"What about you? Why did you suddenly appear in this small city? Are you not a local?" After staying together for so long, we chatted together without knowing each other's names or details.

"It's really the first time I've come here." He seemed to have bent his lower lip. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I could tell that he was probably in a good mood.

"He sneaked out to play?" I always subconsciously give him the title of a willful rich young master.

Seemingly dissatisfied with my statement, he snorted and didn't even refute it.

I was in a good mood all of a sudden: "Why don't I show you around here, although I haven't stayed here for a short time, I'm quite familiar with this place."

He stopped in his tracks, glanced at me and smiled again, this time he made a voice: "You have a weird temper." I thought you were the one with the weird temper, self-willed and reckless, but I just dealt with it Such people have plenty of tricks.

"Okay then, when do you finish class? I'll go to your school to find you. Before that, you have to tell me the name of the school, the address and which class." He raised his chin, pointed, and even the baby fat was hidden many.

"Shen Shuyu, Class A, Senior Two, No. [-] Middle School." I looked at him and said with a smile, "You haven't said anything about you yet."

He curled his lips: "Fu Jianchen."

After thinking about it, I'm really stupid. I just thought he was a wayward young master who ran away from home, but I never got to the bottom of it, whose family it was.

☆, old things <[-]>

The painting ended up hanging in the door of my bedroom, facing my bed, even if I don't need to look at it deliberately all the time, I can still take a quick glance at it.

Fu Jianchen should have seen it too. It was not in vain. I carefully painted a thick layer of light-colored paint on the edge. As long as I opened it again according to the marks I closed, there would always be some marks, even if he concealed it well.

He didn't keep me waiting for too long, and almost the next afternoon, he appeared in front of a teaching building in No. [-] Middle School. Although there were guards checking the door, he should be able to get in easily with his cleverness.

Xu Shi knew that he seemed to stand out from the crowd in this small place, and he was wearing a simple white shirt and slacks. Even the shoes were sneakers that many students would wear. Wearing a white hat, just by standing there, he looked Different from those around you.

I have felt this way more than once. Even though I am more open-minded, I have to admit that there are fundamental differences between people, and this has a great relationship with birth.

For example, Fu Jianchen can understand me, but he can't understand the words of other people in Mingchuan, because I speak the authentic B city dialect.

My mother taught us from a young age that she was afraid that our accent would be infected by the people here, so we were not allowed to speak the Sichuan dialect even outside.

Even during winter and summer vacations, they would take us to City B for a short stay. In my opinion, the dialect of City B is my language, and Fu Jianchen and I speak the same language.

Even after school is over, there are still many students who consciously stay and add another self-study class. There are not many people like me who leave as soon as the o'clock arrives, so when I see Fu Jianchen looking at me with a half-smile When he looked in his eyes, he inexplicably smiled with a guilty conscience.

Mingchuan is actually not very big, and there are only two or three downtown areas in total, but they are scattered in every corner, so it is impossible to see all of them at once, not to mention being familiar with this place, it is far more interesting to come by car than on foot. Simply walking and talking along the way, a Renmin Road soon came to the next turning.

Fu Jianchen seemed to be very interested in the ancient alley that had not been demolished, or in other words, the wall covered by rose bushes.

The more common flowers are, the more tenacious their vitality is. They are not as good as those precious flower seeds that need to be carefully tended. A little sunshine, a rain, and a support can cover the entire place where it can grow when the flowers bloom. In dense, fragrant.

"I don't know how long this place can last. In fact, I have never walked these ancient alleys and roads paved with bluestone slabs before, so I think it is a very tempting existence. Some things can no longer exist if they are destroyed. In fact." Fu Jianchen is not as ignorant as he appears on the surface, but what he has learned is different from most of us, and many people don't even need to learn in their entire lives.

"I do know a few good ancient streets and alleys, but they haven't been developed yet. It's a bit troublesome to go there, but the scenery is good. It will take about a week." I mentioned it casually, and he first said He was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

He refused. I couldn't tell what it was like, I just subconsciously smiled and stopped talking.

Fu Jianchen suddenly smiled slyly: "Stand in that position and take a look." I was a little surprised that the person who had stood in that position was observed by me all afternoon and then included in the painting.

I stood for a while, but I couldn't see anything except the green vines climbing up a complete blue wall in front of me.

"Maybe the light is not very good." Fu Jianchen shrugged and didn't say anything more on purpose. On the contrary, this kind of understatement always made me feel that I missed something. I remembered the position, but didn't repeat it Stand for a while.

The light in the ancient alley is generally from noon to night, and the sun cannot be seen at the side, perhaps because it is tightly covered by the tall buildings rising from the ground next to it.

Fu Jianchen looks a year or two younger than me, and has a somewhat tricky personality. It is more troublesome to deal with him than with books and inks, but I don't know if he is used to dealing with willful books and inks since he was a child. I will subconsciously say anything he says Accommodate all of a sudden.

At first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong. That weekend was the only full afternoon of the week without classes. We went for a walk in the newly built park in the easternmost suburb of Mingchuan. This time was the season when a hundred flowers bloomed. Wildflowers everywhere.

Hearing the chirping of insects and birds, even the air felt a bit cooler than when he was at school. When Fu Jianchen saw someone selling candied haws, he pointed to eat it. It was half a lake away from where we were, although it was not far away. It's just that she is not a delicate girl.

Later, we sat side by side in the gazebo on the false slope, and he happily bit the unpitted hawthorn. He frowned unconsciously, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, saying indistinctly: "I just casually Say." His casual remark made me circle the lake at a distance of 800 meters.

I didn't become angry or anything, I glanced at him calmly, but he was very embarrassed, rolled his eyes, and held up the remaining few hawthorns wrapped in red syrup: "Here Eat this." After eating half of it, he was ashamed to give it away, with a look of great kindness.

I have never liked salty, spicy and sour things very much. I have always felt that those things not only stimulate my taste but also make my stomach feel uncomfortable for a while. After eating together so many times, I think he can also notice some of them. What.

I don’t know if it’s because of the only little rebellious psychology that is unique to the development of teenagers. I put my mouth on the skewer he held in front of me, and bit off a whole one. The syrup on the outside is very sweet, I like it, it’s transparent The sour hawthorn soaked in sugar, well, it's not very sour.

He opened his eyes wide at first, the color of his pupils is much lighter than that of ordinary people, matched with those deep facial features, but they are extraordinarily beautiful. Lips unresponsive.

It was a tentative approach. First, I touched it lightly. Seeing that I didn't respond, I didn't push away or cater to me, so I became bolder. The tongue still had the sweetness of syrup and the sourness of hawthorn, and painted my lips. Well, those who invented hawthorn-coated syrup are really smart, he can mix two extreme flavors together without being obtrusive at all, and, moreover, it's so intoxicating.

Even though I knew that the sweet end was sour that I couldn't spit out or swallow, I still willingly took a sip.

He licked all the syrup on his lips, and smashed his tongue: "Sweet." I was still hesitating, but his tongue was flexible like a small snake, licking my mouth delicately, I The more silent he was, the bolder he became. After sweeping it once, he said with some distaste: "It's sour." I thought to myself that your whole tongue is sour, and I haven't disliked you yet.

This is the first time I have tried this kind of kissing with the same sex like no one else. People say that all first times are special. Maybe this is the truth. Otherwise, how can I remember him for so many years, so deep that even he first Leaving me, I still haven't been able to forget him.

I never asked him why he appeared here, nor when he would leave. In my heart, he was like an angel who suddenly broke into my world and my life by mistake, occupying my place arbitrarily. All, maybe when he stays enough, he will leave naturally, as if he appeared suddenly, without warning.Even so, even if I know that one day he will leave, I can only say that I am willing to do everything.

☆, old things <[-]>

Xu was skipping classes too often, which finally caused the dissatisfaction of the head teacher. She took two classes, Class A and Class D, and she should be able to tell which one is her favorite by listening to the names, but it is not the case. She likes to stay in class D far more than our class. People probably have a rebellious mentality. Class A is better than class D, so it is natural that everything is better than class D. You have to deal with everything yourself, because you are the so-called top class.

On the other hand, if you look at a class that is not good, you are not expected to compare with a class that is too good. If you can’t compare, of course, if you can compare, you will start to criticize the so-called top class. Going to fight for the goal, have your ideals been eaten by dogs?Dogs really look down on ideals.

Anyway, I really don't like that old woman who obviously went through menopause much earlier, especially the bad tone she used to call my mother. In all fairness, how I study has nothing to do with her.

She doesn't need to worry about my future at all.

Those so-called senior teachers always like to stand on the highest point of morality to point fingers at other people's lives, self-righteously show you a clear path so that you will not go astray, what is the most perfect life.

My mother came to the school in person, and of course I wasn't there when she was talking to the head teacher, so she would sue me harshly, exaggerating even for trivial matters, what the future is, what the future is.

I lay on the fence at the door of the office and waited for my mother, reflecting on my recent behavior by the way.

Just in a daze, I saw Fu Jianchen walking this way from a distance, even if there was a long distance, even if there were all kinds of classmates living beside him, I could recognize him with just one glance, it was him.

He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, looking immature and a bit pretentious. When he walked downstairs, he raised his noble head, glanced at me, and curled the corners of his lips gloatingly, probably because he thought I was I am being punished to stand.

If it's just like this, it's okay, you can escape very simply, my mother is no different from ordinary people, she will defend me in front of outsiders, let me go, but she will not let me go, just take today's matter as an example, no matter how the class teacher complains , her first reaction was not to worry about causing any trouble to the class teacher, but what effect it would have on me.

I can only wait quietly at the door for her to come out, but she will definitely not be violent like some parents who grab their children indiscriminately. She will never do such a vulgar thing.

This time, Fu Jianchen didn't leave first. I stood on the second floor and looked down at him. He stood downstairs and looked up at me. Write it down, it must be the most beautiful picture scroll I can see in this life.

It took a long time for my mother to come out. Even after the last extra self-study class ended, people went out and people came in one after another. It wasn't until the bustling campus became quiet again that she came out of the office with a tired face.

Before going downstairs, I glanced downstairs, it was empty, even so, I was still in a good mood, that person stayed with me for a few hours, I don’t know why, every time I think of him, there will be a very subtle feeling I can't help but jump for joy.

"I was in the office listening to your class teacher scolding you to death. You seem to be in a good mood?" As expected, my mother was not angry, but the probing eyes that seemed to see everything still made me feel guilty.

"No, I've been thinking at the door." It's obviously not suitable to continue this topic with her at this time. I don't know if it's because twins also have a sympathetic heart. The first thing I feel will always be Shen Shumo.

I didn't study at night that day, and I didn't go out to find Fu Jianchen again. I went home with my mother. She went back to the study to read and paint, and I went to the kitchen to cook.

This is the rule set by me and Shumo, she will know everything I know, and I taught her most of what she knows, she is too strong, I am actually quite worried about her character, I I think girls should show weakness appropriately, act like a spoiled child, and if they have to do everything by themselves, it's too tiring.

I am quite used to things like cooking. Anyway, there are only three people in my family. I don’t want my mother to age so quickly, and I also feel sorry for Shumo who is younger than me. After this calculation, I am the only one. Fortunately, I I'm used to doing this too.

Stir-fried meat with celery, eggs with fungus, dry-stir-fried green beans, add a tomato and seaweed soup, and the rice is almost ready.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room, and it was ten o'clock in about twenty minutes. Even though I knew that there was a classmate with me, I had nothing to do right now, so I should go pick her up.

I said hello to my mother. When I came back, it was still dark. It was already completely dark. I always had a bad feeling in my heart, as if something was going to happen. Although I don't want to take the initiative to touch it, but it's always a stalk, and it doesn't make any waves, but I also feel a little uncomfortable.

At that time, I chose to ignore it. I just couldn't bear to throw such a difficult problem to him.

The entrance of Taizhong is directly facing a main street, and there are two dark alleys on both sides. On weekdays, there are always people who want to take a shortcut and go back from the alley. Although it is very convenient, these small alleys have always been some The gathering place of hooligans, fortunately, it is faster to walk the main road in my house. I warned Shumo not to go there.

I don't know if everyone has some rebellious psychology when they are teenagers, treating people's concerns as a child's play and squandering them willfully and recklessly.

Anyway, the moment I saw Shen Shumo appearing from the dark alley safe and sound, I was a little angry at first.

The street lights at the school gate were brightly lit, and I could clearly see the light in Shumo's eyes. I was too familiar with that look, just like the one I had seen when I faced Fu Jianchen countless times, full of joy that could hardly be concealed .

Then I saw him also come out from the deep and dark alley, his white clothes were stained with some lime on the wall, he patted and patted with some distaste, the things were still sticking stubbornly and cast a layer of dust.

The man said helplessly, "I'd better go back first."

"Be careful yourself, bye." This wasn't the first time I watched him go, but it was more complicated than any time before.

Shumo looked back with a smile, and took my arm coquettishly: "Shuyu, don't be angry anymore, I'm going to buy some urgently needed things, and there are none in the store here, so I have to go there. , I promise you, I will never go there at night again, you see, I am still fine."

I didn't show it too clearly, so Shumo just thought I was angry with her for running around in that alley in the middle of the night.

On the way back, I asked casually, "Did you know that boy just now?" Shumo couldn't hide anything from me. Although I didn't have a definite telepathy with her, after living together for so long, I still understood her. her.

"It's just a classmate. He passed by and helped me." I didn't ask any questions, and even ignored the routine greetings.

How can I not guess what it means for a girl to go to great lengths to cover up another boy, but I don't have the slightest position to expose and accuse her.

There was nothing to say along the way, and my mother just took out the oil paintings she had painted for many days and took them out to dry. The sun was setting, green mountains and green waters, one house and one courtyard, butterflies and honey flying, men farming and women weaving, extraordinarily harmonious.

The lives of most people in the world are like this, so how can I be envious in vain.

☆, old things <[-]>

We may be able to disobey the arrangements of fate, but in the end we are no match for God's tricks.

We have walked almost the entire Mingchuan, every street, every alley, every small shop selling novelty food, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, sometimes one after the other, sometimes Side by side, holding hands, interlocking fingers, sneaking and sneaking also has its own secret happiness.

He never mentioned Shumo in front of me, and he never even asked about it. I am also happy that we don’t remember each other. We get along, and we have never had anything to do with Shumo