I cried, I pretended

No. [-] Middle School traditionally holds parent-teacher meetings on Fridays. Before parents arrive at school, Guo Jin talks about precautions.

Song Mingwang was chatting with Cheng Wang below, but he dared not speak, and instead chatted with notes.

Cheng Wang looked very sleepy, maybe he didn't sleep well last night, he squinted his eyes and propped his chin, full of tiredness.

Song Mingwang handed him the note, and Cheng Wang opened it to take a look.

"I'm going to play at your house tonight."

Cheng Wang wrote a few words and handed it to him: "Aren't you afraid of your mother's suspicion?"

"She won't."

Song Mingwang remembered that Song Yulan said before that even if Song Mingwang found a girl's clothes in his room, he would only suspect that his son had a fetish for women, and would never think of the possibility of bringing the girl back to the room for the night, let alone him and Cheng Huang. They are all men.

Parents arrived at the school one after another at nine o'clock in the morning. It was his uncle, Shen Bin, who came to attend the parents' meeting. Shen Bin shook hands and greeted Song Yulan, and then sat down politely.

Song Mingwang dragged Cheng Huang out, some of the students were waiting at the door for the parent meeting to end, and some of them ran away like Song Mingwang.

"Brother Lu, let's go play basketball." Tang Qin called Cheng Lu with a basketball, and Feng Fang and the other boys followed him.

Song Ming looked alert and pulled Cheng Wang back, saying: "No, Cheng Wang wants to learn."

Cheng Wang, who was restrained and unable to move: "..."

Tang Tan: "..."

In the classroom on one side, Song Yulan was listening absent-mindedly to the teacher's speech. To be honest, she didn't expect much from Song Mingwang, as long as he was happy.

Sometimes she even hopes that Song Mingwang doesn't have to be so smart, and just needs to add a little IQ to EQ, so she won't worry so much.

The parents of the students next to them were looking through their children's things to see if they had concealed their papers. Only she and the parents of Cheng Huang next to her remained unmoved. It seemed that the two of them were different.

Song Yulan hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Song Mingwang's desk pocket.

In fact, she wouldn't worry that Song Mingwang might hide something from her. It can be said that the mother and son have no secrets at all.

As for any poor test papers, it is even more impossible to have them.

Sure enough, there was nothing in the desk pocket except a few books. She flipped through it casually, and there were just a few reference books.

Suddenly her eyes touched something, her hands paused slightly, she went back and turned a few pages, and took out a note that was sandwiched in it.

It was obviously written by two people, one of which she recognized at a glance was Song Mingwang's.

Song Yulan froze suddenly, and stared at the contents of the note for a long time before she seemed to realize some absurd possibility, her face turned pale.

"What's the matter with you?" Shen Bin beside him also noticed her strangeness, and asked with concern.

Song Yulan shook her head at him, forced a smile: "It's nothing..."

She paused, then suddenly said: "...can I read Cheng Wang's book?"

Shen Bin was a little surprised, what's so interesting about Cheng Wang's book, but he still nodded.

Song Yulan confirmed the fact with just one glance, the note was indeed written by Cheng Huang.

But she didn't want to think that way, what if she was afraid that she would suspect other things?For example, two children secretly did something, afraid of arousing the suspicion of adults, but once the idea was formed, they ran in an uncontrollable direction.

She also thought of how Cheng Wang and Song Mingwang got along with each other, it was indeed a little too close.

Her son had never been so dependent on his peers, and she thought he was relieved to have finally made friends.

After the parent meeting, there was still half a day of class in the afternoon. When Song Mingwang returned to the classroom, he saw Song Yulan sitting there silent, and called her several times before she responded.

"...What did you say?" Song Yulan recovered from a trance.

"I said we're going to class."

Song Yulan hesitated to speak, and finally nodded and picked up her bag and stood up, but looked at him a few more times while walking.

Cheng Wang noticed it, and frowned slightly calmly.

Song Mingwang was ignorant, and was going to go home with Cheng Wang after school, Cheng Wang asked him if he told his mother, and he stopped talking when he heard Song Mingwang said that he had already said it.

When walking into Qili Lane, many residents greeted Song Mingwang. Several old people who often played chess under the locust tree at the entrance of the alley knew this good-looking, always unhappy boy.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at Cheng Huang's house, his mother called him and asked him where he was, and immediately asked him to go back when he said that he was at Cheng Huang's house.

"Why? I told you before that I wanted to stay at his house, and you agreed." Song Mingwang was puzzled.

Song Yulan choked: "The past was the past, and the present is the present. Come back quickly."

Song Ming saw that it was already dark outside, and immediately retracted his head, shaking his head: "I don't."

Song Yulan raised her eyebrows, feeling a bit of a headache: "Song Mingwang, you don't listen to what I say, and the college entrance examination is about to come, so give me the whole rebellious period."

Song Mingwang was overjoyed when he heard the words, his mother finally felt that he was rebellious, but then she thought of something, and immediately wrinkled her face again, because the time to be angry with her has passed.

"You're only now finding out I'm rebellious."

Song Yulan rolled her eyes angrily, why didn't she find her son so annoying before.

"Good night Mom, I'm going to bed."

"Wait a minute, why are you sleeping! You are not allowed to sleep!" Song Yulan raised her voice sharply.

Before he could speak, Song Mingwang hurriedly put down a few words and hung up the phone.

"My mother is weird." Song Mingwang complained to Cheng Wang.

Cheng Wang turned the pen in his hand, his expression moved slightly, and he raised his eyebrows.

"You should go back."

Song Mingwang stared at him: "Why do you think you are here now? It's not to supervise you. Do you still want to go to a university with me?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Mingwang supervised Cheng Juan to finish the English paper, and then he was going to take a bath and roll into bed.

But not long after he entered the bathroom, he heard a scream from inside.

When Cheng Wang rushed in, he saw him lying on the ground in a very funny posture, almost naked, with his hands on the bathtub wall, with a sad face, looking at himself with aggrieved eyes.

"……hand pain."

Cheng Huang frowned and helped him up, with a slightly reprimanded tone.

"Why are you so careless?"

Song Mingwang felt even more aggrieved when he heard this, and stared at him in disbelief: "You're still pissing me, my hand hurts so much, shouldn't you be the first to comfort me?"

Cheng Wang ignored him, and checked the injury for him. Seeing that Song Mingwang had difficulty bending his hand, he knew that the bone might be injured, and his brows frowned even tighter.

"Put on your clothes and I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Mingwang sniffled: "How do I wear it now?"

Cheng Wang looked at him, then sighed, carefully took the coat and put it on for him, as gently as if he was treating some fragile porcelain doll.

Song Mingwang's complexion was already fairer than ordinary people, but under the cold light in the bathroom, he looked like a fine white jade. His waistline was graceful and smooth, and his shoulder blades protruded slightly.

Cheng Lu's eyes flicked over him quickly, expressionless.

Song Mingwang was restless, and kept muttering: "Why is your floor so slippery? Did you not mop the floor?"

"I had just taken off my clothes and was about to soak in the water when I slipped and fell."

"It really hurts, worse than the last time I fell to the tailbone."

Cheng Wang buttoned the last button for him, then put on his coat for him, and then helped him put on the scarf as if remembering something.

"Don't talk if it hurts, and tell the doctor when you get to the hospital."

After going to the hospital, Song Mingwang was scared again, pulled Cheng Juan's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to infuse the bones, right?"

Cheng Wang patted his head, and coaxed him without changing his face: "No need."

Song Ming believed it, but when the radiographs were taken, it turned out to be a broken bone. When the splint was put on, it still hurt. He cried and shouted, saying that he would not be treated anymore.

There was a little boy in the department next to him who had just had an injection. Hearing his screams, he came over curiously to see this big brother.

The little boy looked like he had just cried, with tears all over his nose and a lollipop in his mouth.

"Mom, this big brother is also afraid of injections."

His mother was talking to the doctor, and she was a little embarrassed when she heard the words: "What nonsense, why is big brother afraid of injections?"

"Look, he's crying." The little boy pointed at Song Mingwang again.

Song Mingwang shouted: "I didn't cry! That's physiological sweat!"

After he finished speaking, he felt ashamed, and buried his face in Cheng Xun's arms.

Since he was a child, he can't bear a little pain, and hates getting hurt the most.

"Where are his parents?" the little boy asked again.

"I'm sorry." The little boy's mother smiled at them and pulled the little boy away.

"Is the big brother next to him his father?"

"No, maybe it's my brother."

"Mom, I want a brother like that, can you give me one?"

"Hey, eat your candy."

Song Mingwang became more and more ashamed as he listened, his face flushed, Cheng Wang stroked Song Mingwang's curly hair, and comforted him, "It's not that I've never been ashamed, I'm not afraid."

Song Mingwang raised his head and met his half-smiling eyes, and retorted: "I don't have it!"

Cheng Huang hooked his lips: "Do I need to buy you candy to coax you?"

Song Mingwang sneered: "I'm not a child, don't take what you did to children."

Ten minutes later, Cheng Wang bought a pack of cigarettes in the supermarket in front of the hospital, and Song Mingwang was picking out snacks inside.

"Done yet?"

Song Mingwang quickly ran out with a big meal in his arms.

"OK OK."

Cheng Wang looked at him trying to carry the snacks even though he could use one hand, a few smiles flashed in his eyes.

After going out, the two took a taxi and went back to Qili Lane. The car could only be parked at the entrance of the alley, so the two had no choice but to walk back.

Of course the thing was Cheng Wangti, and Song Mingwang was bouncing in front of him, with one hand still wrapped in a bandage and being hung up, which didn't affect his spirit in the slightest.

"Fortunately, I'm left-handed, otherwise the college entrance examination would be a bit troublesome."

Cheng Huang frowned slightly when he heard the words, and felt scared when he thought of today's scene.

"But it doesn't have a big impact. At worst, I will practice the other hand."

Hearing his nonchalant tone, Cheng Wang warned in a deep voice: "Be careful in the future."

The two were talking, but before they reached the door of Cheng Huang's house, they saw a woman standing at the door, whose figure was somewhat familiar.

Song Mingwang was a little puzzled, and when he walked in, he looked under the light to see if it was Song Yulan or not.

When Song Yulan saw Song Mingwang's hand, her anger at Song Mingwang for not answering the phone was instantly extinguished, leaving only distress.

"what happened to your hand?"