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poor student.This word is like a label, stuck on Jiang Yu's body, Jiang Yu doesn't care, he didn't steal or snatch it, at most he failed in reincarnation, he couldn't cover up other people's tongue, can't he use it openly?But Xu Yanxin cared very much.

Xu Yanxin is a person who can't hide things, anger, happiness, and distress are all on his face, looking a little aggrieved.

Jiang Yu twirled the basketball with the words "Zhi'an Fund" written on it with his fingertips, and while fiddled with it, he leaned on the back of the chair behind Xu Yanxin with one hand, and Xu Yanxin's painting tools and watercolors were piled up on the empty seat.Xu Yanxin scratched his head and asked him, "Do you have anything you like? Any element is fine."

Finally, Jiang Yu was willing to look at his painting. With a few simple strokes, he outlined a young man holding a basketball and pretending to be cool. He wore a baseball cap and lowered his head so that he couldn't see his face clearly. With a basketball in his hand, he is very arrogant.Jiang Yu doesn't know much about art, but the figure he outlined with a few strokes is handsome and unrestrained, quickly grasping his features.

"You can draw whatever you want, I can do it." Jiang Yu smashed the basketball to the ground, stepped on it with his hands, and said casually.

Xu Yanxin glanced at him disapprovingly, and said: "Design is a very delicate thing." Jiang Yu went to see him when he heard the sound. Because the illness should not be presumptuous, Xu Yanxin was wearing an ironed school uniform, with beads of sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose.Xu Yanxin always exuded a fresh fragrance, and Jiang Yu even felt that his sweat was cleaner than others.Seeing him staring at her, Xu Yanxin asked strangely, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Yu deliberately asked: "How do I see you?"

Xu Yanxin swallowed, and said, "I don't blink, as if I want to beat me up." Jiang Yu chuckled, pressed his palm on his soft shaggy hair, and said with a smile, "Let's go, go back to the classroom." Xu Yanxin waved his arm and shouted: "Don't press my head randomly, you just touched the basketball!" Jiang Yu smiled, holding the ball in one hand and Xu Yanxin's painting box in the other, and Xu Yanxin was still muttering Jiang Yu asked him how about the gun, or the jumping black shadow is cooler, Jiang Yu sent him back to his seat, put the suitcase on his desk, and said lightly: "Your blank homework is cooler."

Fang Keshi in the back laughed when he heard this, and said, "One day it's his turn not to hand in his homework, and the world will end." The people around were moved by the wind, chattering around to look at Xu Yanxin's painting, Chai Fang held his face, Looking at him with admiration: "Wow, the random drawing is so beautiful!" Xia Song clicked his tongue and said, "Who are you designing the LOGO for?"

Xu Yanxin stuffed the things back into the table hole, coughed twice, and said with a gesture of a good student, I will write silently in English class later.The people around dispersed with a coaxing sound, took out their notebooks, and Jiang Yu was about to go back to his seat. He didn't know whether it was to catch up on sleep or to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily, but Xu Yanxin poked his lower back and handed him his notebook. Jiang Yu picked it up and was about to speak when the class bell rang, and the English teacher stepped on the doorbell and came in to write silently.

Xu Yanxin’s notebook is just like his own, neat and beautiful, with the three words Xu Yanxin simply written on the cover, and the notes inside are detailed and neat. On the other hand, they can be sold after sorting out.

He flipped through two pages, and there was a sticky note inside. On the sticky note was a small man holding a light stick, with a smiling triangular mouth, struggle written on his forehead, and a bubble box next to it, which said: Persevere!Learn a little more!He turned over a few more pages amusedly, and it was still the little man lying on the ground very tired, with three lines on his head, but what was written in the bubble box was: Don't give up!Stand up and back!

He looked from a distance and caught Xu Yanxin's back, who was writing meticulously, and occasionally raised his head to listen to the teacher's Chinese report. For some reason, he began to dare not look at Xu Yanxin more. He couldn't help thinking of the fire that day. At that time, Xu Yanxin was in a state of desperation. Under the dim light, he only felt that those eyes were dark and dull, but when Xu Yanxin grabbed his hand at the window, he went up to take a closer look. Surprised that the eyes pressed down by the straight eyelashes are so brown, like amber, and the whites of the eyes are clear.

"Jiang Yu, who is so fascinated?"

The English teacher with blazing eyes quickly locked on to him, and many people turned their heads to look at him, including Xu Yanxin, who turned his face slightly and looked over curiously.This time he did not ignore the teacher, but replied with a smile: "Teacher, did you wear a new skirt today?"

The English teacher didn't seem to expect him to be so glib, coughed twice, and said forcefully, "Mute your words." A few boys whistled and laughed loudly, and he looked in Xu Yanxin's direction, The immaculate boy also curled his lips and bent his eyes, while Fang Keshi next door peeped at his exercise book with mischievous eyebrows.

After school, the students left the classroom sparsely. Jiang Yu went to the canteen to buy a piece of crushed ice, and handed it to Xu Yanxin in two pieces. Popsicles, then put the popsicles on the table, and stand upright to suck the crushed ice inside.Jiang Yu stared at the drop of water hanging on his chin that was about to fall, and couldn't help but reach out to wipe the water on his chin, and the boy whose chin was scratched smiled at him kindly. The flesh of the orange was covered in a layer of orange gold, and the strawberry-flavored popsicle was greasy to lick, and it melted quickly, leaving Jiangyu with water stains on his hands.

Xu Yanxin took two sips, then stuffed the popsicle to him, like a picky eater, handed him the painting as if asking for credit, and said, "The design is ready, and the work will officially start tomorrow!" Jiang Yu glanced at Xu Yanxin , Xu Yanxin looked at him blankly.How did he know that compared to the paintings he created, he is more like a clear and meaningful painting, with the eyebrows of Shandai, the eyes of Qingxi, and the smile of clouds in the sky.

"Do you not like it?"

The clouds gradually turned black and gray, showing signs of rain.

Jiang Yu chuckled and said, "Of course I like it."

The dark clouds parted, revealing golden sunlight.Xu Yanxin excitedly told him about the design concept, but he carelessly licked his eyebrows and eyes.He remembered the text message from Maohou, and turned his head to ask him: "Do you want to go to the surrounding area on National Day? Maohou took me to relax, I'm afraid I can't hold him alone." He waited for Xu Yanxin to show doubts before doing it. Shi Ran replied: "I'm afraid that he will commit suicide by jumping into the river. Although he is short, he has a lot of energy."

Xu Yanxin smiled, but lowered her eyes and said, "Sorry, I'm going to Boston for National Day."

His heart seemed to droop along with Xu Yanxin's eyes.

"There's nothing to apologize for," Jiang Yu picked up his schoolbag and said, "Let's go."

That was the first time Jiang Yu saw Xu Zhao, and it reminded him of four words, elegant and noble.Xu Zhao was wearing the uniform of the procuratorate, with a shallow smile, and greeted him cordially yet with a sense of distance, but his eyes stayed on the extra schoolbag hanging on his shoulder. Jiang Yu returned the schoolbag to Xu Yanxin indiscriminately, putting it in his pocket Say goodbye to him.Xu Yanxin looked at Jiang Yu's back, but felt an inexplicable emotion.

He knew that kind of emotion came for no reason, but he still couldn't help feeling that the figure from the back looked so lonely in the crowd, so alone, surrounded by parents and children nagging, and only Jiang Yu was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder. , Waiting at the traffic light not far away, looking sideways at the billboard in the distance, as if alone, without any worries.

Xu Zhao took his schoolbag and asked him about his recent situation, but he stared at Jiang Yu's back absently. When the green light turned on and Jiang Yu stepped forward, he couldn't help calling Jiang Yu's name, and Jiang Yu turned his head It seemed that Xu Yanxin's expression was drowned in the setting sun of the crowd, and Xu Yanxin waved his arms at him without thinking, and shouted loudly: "Jiangyu!"

"See you tomorrow!"

He couldn't see Jiang Yu's expression clearly, but he saw long arms reaching into the air and waving at him.

Xu Zhao glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Your classmate?" He still had the smile on his face, and replied, "Well, good friend."

Xu Zhaoqing frowned, and asked: "Newly transferred to the math class? Why haven't I seen it before?" He consciously made a slip of the tongue, his heart skipped a beat, he grabbed his trousers nervously, and interrupted: "Well, yes, right away It's National Day, what gift should we bring to my cousin?"

"Buy something practical." Xu Zhao didn't seem suspicious.

"Then we can't buy computers and tablets every year, it's too boring," Xu Yanxin's eyes lit up, "Why don't we bring some food, and then buy something my sister likes? I saw that she posted a vinyl record in the previous space, we Why don't you send me a record player?"

"I don't know much about record players, so she may not like it if I buy it."

Xu Yanxin said enthusiastically: "I've already done my homework. Wu's 1900 is pretty good. The leather case of "Sea Pianist" has an aluminum alloy tonearm. It's retro and practical, and it's not expensive. My sister will definitely like it." Xu Zhao glanced at him: "Do you want to give it to your cousin, or do you want it yourself?"

"Of course I want to give it to my cousin, but it's not expensive. If you are willing to buy me one as a gift, I will be very happy." Xu Zhao rarely smiled: "Why do you want to listen to vinyl? Have you made a record?" He chuckled and said, "Cultivate your sentiment." Speaking of other things, take advantage of Xu Zhao's good mood and try to cheer him up.Looking at the retrograde street scene outside the window, he will suddenly feel that this short month is like a well-crafted dream. He can't bear to think about it, for fear that it will be fleeting.

And Jiang Yu walked for a long time before arriving at the bar, where the roaring music and flickering lights gave him the illusion of walking into another world.Zhang Hui put his arm around his shoulder and talked to him: "Where have you been these few days?"

"KFC." He let Zhang Hui's arm hang down calmly.

Zhang Hui shoved him with a smile: "No one is serious, get paid immediately and sing KTV together after get off work?" Jiang Yu said: "No." If you don't go in, it will collapse quickly.He bypassed Zhang Hui, who had a dark face, and went to the corner to smoke.When he touched his pocket, the cigarette case was already empty, so he had no choice but to listen to the music to empty his mind.

He remembered that before leaving, Wang Rong stuffed an envelope into his arms, neither thick nor thin, Jiang Yu pursed his lips, trying to say something warm like Xu Yanxin, but Wang Rong patted him on the cheek as if to save him Arm said: "I don't want to talk about anything else, but my mother is also hard. You should be more confident and don't cause any trouble. We are no better than your classmates, and our parents are white-collar workers."

Jiang Yu suddenly wanted to laugh: "How do you know I'm causing trouble again?"

Wang Rong sighed, and said: "You know in your heart whether you caused trouble or not. Anyway, you should be careful yourself, and I can't help you. But compared to your father, I am already very responsible. You should go back early, otherwise you will run into trouble later." Your uncle has to talk about me again."

In the end he didn't say anything, turned around and left.

He couldn't help but think of the scene when his parents divorced. A family like theirs, even if a tragedy happened, would not be dignified, just like the Tongzilou they lived in before. The laundry pole at home, the cigarette butts dropped by someone who smoked burned the cotton blanket downstairs, the two parties were fighting for the sky in court, and no one wanted to bring the oil bottle to find the next house.

His father accused his mother of cheating in marriage and raising a child for a wild man. The bastard was eight years old before divorce. His mother accused his father of drinking, smoking, gambling, losing all the family money and paying usury. The judge and the bailiff looked very much like him Kindergarten teacher, shouting for quiet while pressing his heart exhaustedly, the relatives in the audience whispered and watched the jokes with smiles, adding flavor to the appetizers for tomorrow's gossip.

And he sat in the first row, watching the farce with a cold eye.

He didn't shed a tear.