Boss, your character is broken

Song Xu frowned, Cheng Heng's reaction was definitely unexpected, as if Cheng Heng was deliberately hiding something: "What do you think I know?"

Song Xu wanted to repeat Cheng Heng's words, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Cheng Heng. Cheng Heng knew that he had slipped up, so he turned his head and said, "It's nothing."

Cheng Heng's deliberate concealment made Song Xu feel extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't like to lose his temper, so he said sullenly: "I thought we had a good relationship."

"But I didn't expect that it was just my unilateral opinion. Cheng Heng, I don't seem to know you very well."

Song Xu smiled wryly, turned around and was about to leave, but Cheng Heng grabbed his hand the next second. Song Xu raised his head and met Cheng Heng's panicked eyes.

Even Cheng Heng himself didn't expect that he would grab Song Xu's hand, like a subconscious reaction, he didn't want Song Xu to leave.

"Go back... go back and talk." Cheng Heng stammered.

Song Xu noticed Cheng Heng's stuttering, and he smiled, thinking that Cheng Heng's stuttering today would definitely have stuttered all his life.

Song Xu's smile changed in Cheng Heng's eyes, and he always felt that Song Xu was hiding his sarcastic smile from himself.

He bit his lip, grabbed Song Xu's hand abruptly, and said again: "Go back and talk!"

"Go back to where?" Song Xu asked.

"Go home, go back to my house." Cheng Heng replied very short, with a slight tremor in his tone.

"Why are you going to your house? Isn't that disturbing uncles and aunts?"

Song Xu only felt that Cheng Heng was holding his hand tightly. Cheng Heng walked in front, leaving Song Xu only his back. After walking for a while, Cheng Heng said: "My mother... passed away, and there is no one at home. .”

Song Xu is smart, he heard something wrong in Cheng Heng's tone, and just mentioned his mother, he can guess that Cheng Heng and his father must have conflicts, but after all, it is Cheng Heng's family matter, Song Xu can't help it. Good to ask.

Cheng Heng dragged Song Xu to his house, Song Xu looked at the surrounding furnishings, probably because Cheng Heng had a slight obsession with cleanliness, the whole house was very clean and tidy, just like Cheng Heng.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook. You can watch TV in the living room. Just turn it on. If you feel bored, you can go to the study to read." Cheng Heng pointed to the location of the study and said to Song Xu.

Song Xu originally wanted to ask what he had for dinner in the morning, but when he looked up and saw that the clock hanging on the living room was just pointing to twelve noon, he was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was outside with Cheng Heng It took so long.

"Cheng Heng, what are you trying to say when you bring me back..."

Song Xu raised his head and ran into Cheng Heng who was wearing an apron. The Cheng Heng that Song Xu saw on weekdays was always a flower of the high mountains that did not touch the mortal aura, but now he is so homely and tainted with the mortal fireworks. Cheng Heng stopped Song Xu's words directly, and suddenly didn't know how to continue what he had said.

"I'll tell you after cooking." Cheng Heng fastened his apron and said to Song Xu.

"You know how to cook?" Song Xu leaned against the door of the kitchen and watched Cheng Heng choose dishes in the kitchen with skillful movements. It was not the first time he was cooking.

"Well, I have lived alone since the sixth grade." Cheng Heng said.

Song Xu didn't know how to comfort Cheng Heng, and felt it was inappropriate to say "sorry", so he touched his head embarrassingly, and said to Cheng Heng, "I'm going to watch TV."

Song Xu has always been unable to calm down with this group. After watching TV for a long time, he felt that it was meaningless. He turned around and went to Cheng Heng's study room. Cheng Heng had also allowed him before, so he dared to go in like this of.

Cheng Heng's study room is also arranged in an orderly manner. The books are arranged on the bookcase from high to low, and there are a few books and papers on the desk—these are the summer homework assigned during the summer vacation. This homework and the full notes, looking at the degree of completion of the homework, Song Xu can boldly guess that Cheng Heng has definitely finished the homework.

When Song Xu was looking at Cheng Heng's room, he saw an iron box that didn't match the neat tabletop. The iron box was a little mottled, and the marks on it could be seen from a long time ago. The lid of the iron box was lost somewhere , leaving only the bare box.

There were thick papers stacked inside the iron box. Song Xu moved his hand deep in the iron box. When he realized it, Song Xu had already held the top paper in his hand. Song Xu took a look at the paper, and it said The content of the words is densely packed, and the ugly characters are in various shapes and sizes, revealing the strong personal style of the owner of the characters.

And above the group of ugly characters, there are three even uglier big characters "review letter".

Song Xu lamented the earth-shattering and ugly words, and at the same time glanced down, and then took this piece of paper and petrified it in place.

If it wasn't for this review book, if it wasn't for the two big characters "Cheng Heng" written on it, even if Song Xu was beaten to death, he wouldn't believe it. The provincial-level three-good student who gave a speech will write a self-criticism.

Then Song Xu flipped through the papers in the iron box. Without exception, they were all self-criticism books. Not only that, they were all piled up in a thick stack, which was even worse than all the self-criticism books written by Song Xuchu in high school combined. and.

Song Xu opened Cheng Heng's self-criticism, and the content of the first self-criticism was very simple.

-I, Cheng Heng, shouldn't bully Wang Li, a classmate in Class [-], but the main reason is that he took the initiative to come to find it, which is not fun. I know I was wrong, but I will do it again next time when this happens.

Song Xu opened the second self-criticism. Compared with the one just seen, the content of this self-criticism is slightly richer. It can be seen that this self-criticism has begun to be written with experience, but the same thing is, the words are still the same It's ugly, but it's ugly in all kinds of strange ways.

The content of the review is still to admit mistakes and actively admit mistakes, but on the last page, the meaning of repentance is revealed between the lines.

Song Xu always felt so familiar with this strong individualistic style.

It wasn't until he contacted himself that he realized that Cheng Heng's review was similar to his own style, except that he had to add a polite sentence like "Thank you for coming to listen to my speech during your busy schedule" Let's sublimate the content of the review, but Cheng Heng doesn't even bother to sublimate.

Song Xu also finally knew why Cheng Heng was so handy when he helped him write the review meeting, and he also had a thorough understanding of the format of his review. The simple Song Xu thought that Cheng Heng had a strong learning ability, but he did not expect Cheng Heng I am the originator of this style of individualistic review book.

"Song Xu, do you want to eat green onions..."

Cheng Heng appeared at the door of the study with a spatula in his hand. Before he could even say the word "flower", he saw Song Xu holding his self-criticism.

Cheng Heng: "..."

Song Xu: "..."

Cheng Heng held the spatula, thinking a thousand times, even in the Shura field, it shouldn't be like this, at least let people have a little room to breathe, okay?It was such an uncomfortable feeling to die on the spot.

Today next year should be my memorial day, and the cause of death should be social death.

In the end, it was Song Xu who spoke first: "At the same table, your font is quite wild, it's different from yours now."

Not only is it not the same, it is simply a world of difference.

Cheng Heng tightened his hand holding the spatula: "I only started to practice calligraphy when I was in the third year of junior high school, and I practiced for two years..."

Song Xu is also a person who has practiced calligraphy, so when Cheng Heng said such a sentence, he reacted: "No wonder you never write fast! It turns out that you are afraid that your hand will float when you write too fast. Once you float, your handwriting will be revealed. .”

Cheng Heng didn't refute, because Song Xu really said what was on his mind.

Song Xu knew that Cheng Heng's face was low, and he was embarrassed to admit it, so he didn't press the question, but shook the self-criticism in his hand: "At the same table, your personal style of self-criticism is quite strong."

Cheng Heng couldn't keep silent, he replied: "I wrote some before."

This answer is obviously wrong.

Song Xu glanced at the thick stack of self-criticism books in the box: "There seem to be more than a few..."

Sometimes the sky is like this, the two of them fell into an unprecedented silence, the air became quiet at this moment, until there was a burning smell.

Song Xu sniffed it: "What's the smell?"

Cheng Heng finally came to his senses, and said a word in his calm tone: "The vegetables are burnt."

Simply discovered early, this burnt dish can be salvaged.

Song Xu leaned against the door of the kitchen and watched Cheng Heng pick up the dishes one by one with an extremely serious and close to study attitude. He couldn't help admiring Cheng Heng's ability to remain calm in such a Shura field.

But this is only from Song Xu's point of view. Under that calm face is Cheng Heng's already socially dead heart. Every time he picks out a burnt vegetable, he has to ask himself "what to do".

After Cheng Heng picked out more than a dozen vegetables in a row, Song Xu finally realized something was wrong. He pointed to Cheng Heng's pot where Cheng Heng picked out few vegetables left: "Vegetables, it's gone."

Cheng Heng came to his senses, dumped the burnt vegetables into the trash can, and then cooked the dishes again.

It didn't take long for the dishes to be served. The dishes were very simple, that is, some home-cooked dishes, but they were good in presentation.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook." Song Xu said.

"I've been cooking for myself since my mum died."

Song Xu's hand holding the chopsticks was a little stiff, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Song Xu, don't you want to know what I'm hiding from you?" Cheng Heng put down his chopsticks, sighed first, and then said, "I'll tell you now."

Song Xu was stunned for a moment, he felt Cheng Heng's sad mood, and he hurriedly said: "I was just joking, in fact, I don't want to say it..."