let loose

"Take it, you eat."

Jiang Zhou threw the girly light pink packaging box with the word 'WALKON' printed on it to Song Mian, regardless of whether he could catch it so casually.

Song Mian was pulled back to his senses by Jiang Zhou's voice, and pulled away from the stupid daze, his limbs were faster than his brain, and his conditioned reflex caught the box. The sense of taste suddenly recovered at this moment, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Song Mian glanced at the cake box, and liked it very much.He is interested in all milk-flavored foods, but he only ate cakes when he was a child.

Before he was 12 years old, he lived with his grandparents. Song Mian liked milk-flavored food so much, but he couldn't drink milk alone, which was also the root of his fall at that time.

Shu Yan was just 24 years old when Song Mian was born, and her life had just begun.She had just emerged in the entertainment industry at that time, and she was in full swing.She and Song Lilian started talking in college, and they had a child before the certificate was issued.

Song Mian came suddenly, the two young people whose careers were about to get on the right track were not ready to be parents, plus Shu Yan was a public figure, Xiaohua had many opponents in her rising stage, and the media liked to catch wind and edit scripts.Fearing that the child would be harmed by someone with a heart, Song Mian separated from her parents less than three months after she was born.

Breastfeeding infants less than three months old are forcibly weaned from breast milk, and then intermittently, either drink milk powder or spend money to buy other people's breast milk.

Although Song Mian grew up staggeringly under the love of his grandparents, he was affected after all. He became extremely dependent on milk-flavored food, but hated milk itself extremely.

Grandma loves him and cooks for him in different ways. In the past, his birthday cake was made by grandma herself, with delicate cream, soft and fragrant cake. Grandma always said: "We are one year older again, yes Big kid."

Song Mian was a little nostalgic, it was a long time ago.

The cake Jiang Zhou bought was small, the size of a palm, small and cute in appearance, and it was fresh pink. Except for a few delicious-looking strawberries visible on the surface, there was no extra decoration.

But Song Mian really liked it.

It's been a long time since he had a cake.

It's been a long time since I celebrated my birthday.

Song Mian is far less open-minded than he appears on the surface, but he is very hypocritical.He clearly remembers his birthday, but he never mentions it to the outside world. Friends, classmates, no one knows when he was born.Sometimes they would ask about Chu Qingci, but he just shook his head and dismissed it.

Just myself, from the zero o'clock on the day of my birthday, to the zero o'clock the next day, silently remembering that I am one year older by default in my heart.

When the aftertaste of joy and emotion subsided and he calmed down, he felt that something was wrong. With Jiang Zhou's usual indifference and paralyzed face that would make everyone look stupid, why did he give him a cake for no reason?

Song Mian didn't hold back, he opened his mouth and asked, "Brother, why did you give me a cake?"

Jiang Zhou walked a few steps in front of Song Mian, his back was thin, and he stopped when he heard this.

Song Mian was holding the gift box containing the cake, and saw that he turned his head slightly, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and the exposed arm was dazzlingly white in the sun.

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about this question very seriously.

Song Mian didn't make a sound, and slowly approached him, standing in front of the same floor-to-ceiling window with him, enjoying the warmth from the same beam of sunlight coming in from outside the window.

After a while, Jiang Zhou said, "The store gave me a gift certificate. I don't like cakes, but I thought you would."

Song Mian persisted: "Then why did you only give it to me? Where is Zheng Qiran? Where is Chu Qingci? There are three other people in that box besides me."

These words are a bit aggressive, Song Mian doesn't know what to express in such a long string of words, hypocritical or vexatious?Others give you a cake and that’s it, why ask so much?

Big man, care so much?So ignorant?

Perhaps, he just wanted to hear from Jiang Zhou that there was something special about Song Mian in Jiang Zhou's heart.

Just like Jiang Zhou was in Song Mian's heart, especially when he thought of this person and heard this name, his heart trembled, his legs were soft and his hands were soft, and he was sore and swollen.

He wants to hear Jiang Zhou say, I have a gift certificate, I use it to buy cakes, I don't want to give it to others, I just want to give it to you.

He didn't understand what this psychology was.

As a scumbag, he is even more impervious in terms of emotions.

He couldn't think of a correct way to resolve his anxiety, so he could only eagerly ask others, eager to know the answer.

The long-term occlusion in his heart made him deviate from the track of ordinary people, like a stupid bull, bumping around recklessly.

It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and the shopping mall was more lively than before. People came and went, there were excited laughter of children scurrying around, there were adults urging children to pay attention to the shouts of pedestrians, and many Buzzing buzzing noise.

Song Mian pretended not to hear, only Jiang Zhou was in his eyes.

Jiang Zhou's hair should be very soft, with broken bangs hanging on his forehead, adding a touch of approachability to his cold face.

Jiang Zhou froze for a moment, his face did not reveal any more emotions, and after a while, Song Mian heard him say: "You talk so much, why don't you eat the cake?"

Questions are avoided.

Song Mian blinked, hugged the cake box tightly, curled her lips unhappily, and said in a muffled voice, "Eat!".

……

Evening self-study, on the fourth floor of Gewu Building, one row past, the sixth class in the last room in the corner is the quietest.

Apart from the occasional low-pitched conversations between the front and back tables, Zheng Qiran only pulled Tian Xin's ponytail at the next table from time to time, Tian Xin was so angry that he turned his table, and he was so angry that he roared in a low voice.

Sunday's evening self-study is the quietest evening self-study for the group of Popping Candy in Class [-] every week.

Chu Xiaonan is different from other class teachers who talk about Dun Dun's education.She doesn't talk much, her mouth is poisonous, she can't boast a few words, but immediately turns around.Classroom discipline is poor, and she doesn't yell. She just throws an iron sand palm out of the blue. The bang is often scary. Song Mian once almost bit her tongue when the chalk dust accumulated on the desk rose up.

Zai said coldly: "If you continue to quarrel, you will directly deduct conduct points."

According to the school rules of No. [-] Middle School, each class has two scoring methods.

One is the quantified class score, which is the score of the entire class.The second is the conduct score. The personal morality score of the students is equivalent to the usual grades. The attendance score accounts for the highest proportion. The conduct score is linked to the total score at the end of the semester.

Usually, as soon as these words come out, the high-spirited school masters immediately become obedient.

In the second quarter of evening self-study, Chu Xiaonan came to the classroom.

It's not about the class, she came to find Chu Qing to resign.

Song Mian saw that she had brought a carton of milk and a piece of clothing for Chu Qingci, and she bent down and whispered something in his ear.

Chu Qingci's face was full of impatience, but he took the milk obediently and put his clothes on his body.

Song Mian was very envious of the simple and quick short-term interaction.

Shu Yan walked the red carpet with the cast and crew, and became a trending topic on Weibo.He just saw it, and he liked it. The white gauze dress his mother wore was gentle and elegant, and her smile was generous. The evaluation from the media was: gentle and dignified.

The mobile phone shows that it is now 45:45 pm Beijing time, and he has checked it on foreign time, and it is [-]:[-] pm.

It was already afternoon, and his phone was still quiet, with only a few blocked groups, and the messages were swiped to take off.

He thought pessimistically, whether Song Lilian and Shu Yan didn't want his son anymore.

In three hours, his birthday will pass.

In fact, Shu Yan sent him a gift, and Xiao Tang accepted it.

When he got it, he didn't care about it on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart. Later, after seeing the gift, he felt sad for a while.

The gift is an Ultraman model figure, a new limited edition, the kind that can bend the arm.But he still feels dissatisfied, Shuyan doesn't know, he was only in his teens when he liked Ultraman, now he is 17 years old, he doesn't like it a long time ago.

Jiang Zhou was dealing with a math problem. It is said that the big problem of the college entrance examination in the past two years has stumped countless people.

He read the question once, and it didn't happen that he could write the answer by simply scanning it at will. The blind spots and contradictions were entangled. This feeling hadn't been seen for a long time, and he was a little excited.

There are three small questions in the question, the first question is easy, the second question is a bit difficult, but the problem is not big, the third question is difficult, very difficult, and Rusha did not get the answer after three calculations on the straw paper.

He read the topic again, studied the geometric figure, and suddenly discovered that the intersection of D1 and C2 is also one of the blind spots. He hurriedly wrote it down on paper, so excited that he heard the sudden suction next to him. Gasping, he turned his head.

Song Mian was lying on the table, her body trembling slightly, her black hair stuck into the back collar of her school uniform, and under the light, her ears were red and thin.

Song Mian's movements were not loud, and the sound of breathing was also quiet. Looking at it this way, one might just think that he was asleep.But Jiang Zhou was sitting with him, the closest to him, and he knew that Song Mian was crying.

Jiang Zhou was a little dazed. He was about to stretch out his hand when the person lying on the table turned his head sideways, his eyes were red and the ends of his eyes were moist.

"Do you have paper?"

Wronged Baba.

Jiang Zhou nodded, and took out a tissue from the belly of the table and gave it to him.

Seeing Song Mian bitterly accept the paper, his mouth so pouted that he could hang an oil bottle on it, he took the paper towel and wiped it around his eyes indiscriminately.

Jiang Zhou put down his pen, decided to break off the thought of solving the problem, and said to Song Mian, "You are crying."

As soon as the words finished, Song Mian pouted her lips even higher, and stared at him with rabbit eyes: "You know I'm crying, but you don't even try to comfort me?"

I know I'm crying, it's so embarrassing, you say it without mercy, I don't want to lose face?

Jiang Zhou was silent for a moment, and after a while, he actually raised his arm, put it on Song Mian's back, and patted him gently and regularly.

Song Mian's mood became more stable, she kept her head tilted to one side, her eyes were closed, her body didn't tremble anymore, but her tears were still flowing.

Hurry up for evening self-study, and after confirming that Chu Xiaonan will not return to the classroom, the class gradually became agitated, and the voice of the speech was no longer so restrained.

Tian Xin and Zheng Qiran started fighting directly from their seats.

During the noise, Jiang Zhou asked, "Why are you crying?"

Song Mian's eyelashes fluttered slightly, she opened her eyes, looked at Jiang Zhou, and said, "Actually, today is my birthday."

Jiang Zhou knew about this, and he hummed: "Happy birthday.

"Thank you, you are the second person to say happy birthday to me." Song Mian smiled.

Jiang Zhou was taken aback, but it was not surprising.

During dinner in the afternoon, although Song Mian's friends were very happy, they ate for several hours, but they didn't mention Song Mian's birthday. He guessed that they might not know Song Mian's birthday today.

However, friends don't know, what about family members?

He is the second one, so the first one refers to the family or the inexplicable conversations on WeChat in the early morning and morning?

He said, "Still crying on your birthday?"

"I'm 17 years old," Song Mian said, "From the age of 12 to today, I've only eaten the cake you bought me this afternoon." Another tear fell from the end of his eyes as he said, "I hate my parents so much. I don’t care about who gave birth to me, since I hate me, what did I do when I was born, I go back every day and stay alone in an empty house, how uncomfortable I am.”

Song Mian felt that his life was really miserable, and he was the most pitiful little cabbage in the whole world.

He seemed to ignore it, and wanted to sell miserably. He spoke in a low voice, a bit like talking to himself, his mouth was pouted, his cheeks were slightly puffed up, his nose and eyes were red, his appearance was very Like a pitiful rabbit gnawing on a carrot.

It was quite different from the arrogant and domineering look when we first met, but Jiang Zhou thought it was cute. He couldn't help pinching the tip of the rabbit's red nose and said, "Little crying bag, your eyes are swollen, so ugly."

Song Mian was even more aggrieved, desperately trying to free his pinched nose, but in vain, he grinned and cried, "You still bully me after I'm like this, you scumbag!"

After finishing speaking, I still felt that it was not enough, so I continued to mutter: "Frigid, paralyzed face, ice cube face, scumbag!"

Jiang Zhou: "...frigid?"

Song Mian glared at him: "Do you have an opinion?"

Jiang Zhou pinched his nose hard: "Don't talk nonsense, especially this one."

Song Mian kicked her legs under the table, "Who told you to call me ugly."

Jiang Zhou: "I said you are a crying bag."

"I just cried for you!"

Song Mian rolled her eyes, and the bell rang before she finished speaking.

Jiang Zhou withdrew his hand from pinching his nose, and groped around the belly of the table for a while, while Song Mian rubbed his sore nose and began to pack his schoolbag.

Gu Zizheng was aggrieved, Jiang Zhou's white hand clenched into a fist, and suddenly it was in front of his eyes.

"Give you."

The long and thin fingers spread out, and in the palm with messy lines lay a small black brick.

Song Mian stared out, that black phone, isn't it... He couldn't believe it, and couldn't speak clearly: "This is not, you, your phone, give it, give it to me?"

Jiang Zhou slapped Brick on his palm impatiently, "This is a new one. It contains my phone number. You can call me, but not too often. You can also send text messages. I will read it."

He also said: "Birthday gift, happy 17 years old."

The mobile phone is not specially prepared. When I bought this Nokia, there was an event in the store, five hundred and two, buy one get one free.Although he has WeChat, he is too lazy to use those software, and the group in WeChat is too noisy, which annoys him.Compared with smart phones, Nokia is quiet and quiet, which he prefers.

Song Mian was so happy that he sucked back the pen that hung in the corner of his eye, he looked at the "Jiang Zhou Same Style" in his hand, and was so happy that he couldn't find it, he said joyfully, "Thank you. "

"Go home, Xiaokuibao." The smirking Song Mian was cute, and Jiang Zhou rubbed his fluffy hair.

Song Mian took the gift, and didn't mind being called a crying bag, so she hung her schoolbag on her shoulders, and the two left the classroom together.

Alright, next, please watch Jiang's series of scheming operations and Dou Dou's foolish chasing after being sold and counting the money!

Thank you for the collection, thank you for the comment, it will be 200 words soon, and the collection will finally break through [-]??, bitter and inspirational, so beautiful!