The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

On Friday, Xie Ting ran outside the school after class, Bian Jing didn't ask him anything, he handed the negatives to Sister Lan, Sister Lan took things like a normal person, and settled his salary.

Before leaving, Sister Lan called him: "This time the shot was good, I'll see you next time when I have something in stock."

Bian Jing looked at him fearlessly, and said with a smile, "Let's talk about it."

Leaving the Creative Park, Bian Jing went to the tattoo shop on the old street to say hello, and said he would take a few days off, if he didn't come back after a few days, it would be regarded as his resignation in order to study hard.

The owner of the tattoo shop was even more unrestrained. He didn't even ask such an excuse full of mistakes, and waved him: "You do what you want."

The interpersonal relationship in the side scene is simple, except for these two places, it seems that no one can say goodbye.

Like a brave warrior who died generously, he left a message of farewell to every passer-by.

As for the one he wanted to say goodbye to the most, he didn't seem to take him seriously.

Walking down the green road bored, the figure of a young man wandering beyond the shadows of time is always lonely, wandering aimlessly for a while, watching a sunset.

The gentleness bathed in the afterglow makes the scene want to die at that moment.

In the evening, Bian Jing was on the writing table, with a piece of clean white paper in front of him, and a pen beside it. He stared at the pen and paper for a while, and finally decided to write with the pen.

When Xie Ju returned home, his wife was already busy in the kitchen, his son was away, and the nanny was on vacation.

The old man in his fifties hugged Secretary Yu's waist lightly, and yelled sweetly, "Wife~"

Secretary Yu was making Baiyuyao, a dessert made by rolling sweet potatoes and taro in sugar. Xie Ting didn't like it, but Xie Ju liked it. Secretary Yu gave Xie Ju a mouthful.

Xie Ju raised his finger: "The craftsmanship is not bad at all."

Secretary Yu pursed his lips and smiled, a few rare crow's feet crept up his brows, and opened his hands at the waist: "Go out and have some tea, I'm getting better here, ask your son when he will come back, let's have dinner together."

A family of three is either working or going to school. The nanny stays at home more than these three people. It is rare to get together for a reunion dinner.

Xie Juyuan walked to the sofa with a chubby body, picked up the landline and made a call.

"Hey! Where is it?"

"Your mother is calling you home for dinner."

Director Xie waited for the call to connect, and then yelled at the other party before he could speak.

His roar echoed from the entrance hall, Xie Ju's crooked and chubby body, and looked at the door, good guy!

"Did you fall into the ditch?"

Secretary Yu came out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand, only to see her usually handsome son was drenched, like a drowned chicken, and asked, "Is it raining outside?"

Xie Ting was not in high spirits, his physical exhaustion for two nights prevented him from talking back to his parents.

"Well, I won't eat, I'll sleep."

Without waiting for his parents to respond, he dropped his schoolbag and walked to the second floor.

Wherever he passed, several deep footprints quickly appeared on the wooden floor of the house, and a few drops of water dripped along the footprints from the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor.

Secretary Yu and Ju Xie looked at each other, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

"What did this kid do?"

"I don't know."

"I'll go ask him."

"Oh, come back, didn't you see that the child was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes?"

"Then he..."

"Okay, when he wakes up at night, I'll ask him in person. If you talk to him, thank God if you don't quarrel."

"......"

Xie Ting slept until the next day, didn't wake up at night, slept until his stomach protested before getting up, crawled to the kitchen to pick up some leftovers, and walked around the house, no one was there.

Sigh, this one goes to work for two weekends.

Bianjing also got up here, cooking a meal by himself, two dishes and one soup, spending a fortune, getting dressed and going out.

He still didn't save the number in frontier, and the other party sent a message when he was on the bus.

"Seven o'clock."

Set the time after Twilight Sihe.

The sky and the earth are like a dome, and the stars do not illuminate the Ludao Bridge, nor do you see desperate people jumping down.

At the same time, another number with a note also sent a message, just a few words, only a bright smile from the side view.

"Fool."

Isn't it a fool, Xie Ting rushed to Ludao Bridge before it was dark.

Secretary Yu worked outside for a day, and when he came back, the house was empty, and there was a note left by his son on the porch: "I've eaten."

Put the note aside, pick up the schoolbag on the ground, turn out all the things inside, and wash it.

With his hands in his pockets, Bian Jing quietly watched the sunset on the hillside for a while.

The Huoshaoyun in the sky is warm and romantic, walking around the clouds again and again, the gradient color paints the sky into a famous painting.

The evening breeze at this time is gentle, like the people in the side scene's head.

Gentleness will never change until death, and romance will live until death.