He doesn't want to make green tea

Luo Wei pulled his arm so that he would not really fall. At this moment, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He stood up by himself and pointed to the seat: "Sit down."

Zhang Yu didn't understand whether Luo Wei was angry or if he really let him sit.

He hesitated: "I'm sleepy while sitting, I won't sit anymore."

At this time, the car stopped again, and two elders came up, Zhang Yu immediately gave up his seat: "Grandpa, sit down."

So the two stood side by side on the road behind. Every time Zhang Yu braked, Zhang Yu would lean forward and hit Luo Wei, sometimes on his waist. Luo Wei would put his finger on his forehead and push him away. point, but it is inevitable that it will be touched, and Lowe didn't react much.

It's not like Lowe.

He raised his head cautiously to see Luo Wei's expression, but the crowd was too crowded, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Zhang Yu was even more confused. He wanted to move his body to the other side, but as soon as he braked, he bumped into him again. return.

Zhang Yu tried his best to hold on to the ring to stabilize his body. When someone bumped into him, his hands hurt and his palms turned red.

Luo Wei looked at Zhang Yu for a while: "Are you going to be a hanged ghost?"

He pulled Zhang Yu's hand off, changed positions with Zhang Yu, let Zhang Yu support the back of the chair, and if the people behind fell forward, they were all blocked by Luo Wei. This person was tall, and Zhang Yu seemed to be surrounded In a small space, it is rare to be quite comfortable on the bus.

It's just that he looked at Luo Wei, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt.

Could this person be possessed by a ghost?

After getting off the car, the two walked a few steps apart, and entered the classroom together a few steps apart.

Normally, Luo Wei would not notice it, but in recent times he found that there were a lot of people greeting Zhang Yu along the way. He didn't know when this person met so many friends and was so popular.

Some of these people met Zhang Yu after the painting competition, some came to him after hearing that he and Luo Wei had a good relationship, and some met after the performance at the parent meeting, although he rejected all those who confessed , but if you just want to add friends, ask for WeChat, Zhang Yu never refuses.

So there are many people who usually greet him, and if they walk with Lowe, there will be even more.

If they hadn't walked together, Luo Wei wouldn't have known that Zhang Yu had so many friends, and each of them seemed to be better than his relationship.

This strange trajectory continued for several days, until one day Lowe came home again.

Fan Jing was chatting with other people, and her mobile phone was placed beside her, displaying the WeChat page.

Luo Wei has very good eyesight, and when he glanced casually, what he saw was Zhang Yu's profile picture. The note his mother gave to Zhang Yucun was the name of the person, and the page showed the last chat record between the two, which was a transfer record.

Why did Fan Jing transfer money to Zhang Yu?

Luo Wei was a little baffled. While Fan Jing was chatting with his friends, he picked up the phone by accident. It happened that Zhang Yu also replied to the message at this time.

First, an emoji: "Thank you boss."

Then followed by a sentence: "Others are getting better and better."

Luo Wei finally couldn't hold back, and clicked into the dialog box between the two.

Usually when he was at home, his mother didn't care about other people seeing the phone, and sometimes everyone would watch it together after following some official accounts, so even though she noticed that Luo Wei was watching at this time, she didn't say anything.

Luo Wei scrolled up, except for some daily greetings and dinner appointments, almost every item was in the same pattern, Zhang Yu gave Fan Jing a screenshot of how he got along with him, and Fan Jing would send Zhang Yu a sum of money, sometimes a larger amount, Sometimes smaller amounts.

The first time Zhang Yu talked to him, he sent [-] yuan. Zhang Yu carefully cooked for him and gave him [-] yuan. Draw...Every piece of evidence of being good to people will be followed by this transfer.

He only felt the buzzing in his head. Regardless of the other people at home, he handed the phone to Fan Jing: "What is this?"

Fan Jing looked up at the phone screen: "This one."

She didn't seem guilty, and she was not as excited as Luo Wei: "When I met Zhang Yu, he was a little difficult, so I thought of a way to find him a job."

"The job is to be friends with me?" Luo Wei's voice was no longer as calm as usual, and it was the first time he had such a strong feeling of being teased.

Lowe, who has always been able to see people's intentions clearly, never thought that one day someone would approach him for such a reason.

It is not difficult to understand why Zhang Yu was very enthusiastic about him at the beginning, but gradually the enthusiasm began to fade.

Maybe it's not because the enthusiasm has subsided, nor is it a push or pull, but Zhang Yu is not short of money at all. This person approached him from the beginning to make money, and those ambiguous ambiguities that make people misunderstood are all fake.

Seeing that his complexion was not very good, Fan Jing was a little more careful in her words: "Do you care about this? Zhang Yu is good to everyone. I think you two can be friends if you have this thing."

Seeing that her son still didn't speak, Fan Jing became a little anxious. He knew that Luo Wei had a serious personality. If they were just ordinary friends, it wouldn't matter what the reason for getting close in the first place was. What's the point?

Seeing that something was wrong, the guests at home had left long ago, leaving only the mother and child in the room, and Luo Wei got up and wanted to leave.

He really wanted to ask something, but he always felt that any words seemed powerless.

Before he left, Fan Jing also told him: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't quarrel."

After thinking about it, he was worried, and sent another text message to Zhang Yu.

"Lovi knows about the list of lost youths. I don't know if he will look for you."

Zhang Yu was approached by Zhang Feng again, using this as an excuse to move his grandmother's grave.

"It's not a problem that her old man has been buried in that wild mountain. Dad has money now, so he can move her to a good cemetery. You, a child, can't do this."

"The Wen family doesn't have a son anymore, so only dad can do this."

Zhang Yu made an appointment with this person in the restaurant, and if something happened, there would be no one around who could help.

He calmly took a sip of coffee: "My grandma likes my hometown very much. She said when she was alive that the air in my hometown is good, and people are not so thoughtful."

The person who is anxious now is not Zhang Yu, but Zhang Feng: "Of course I said such things because I can't change the situation. If you can live a good life, who wants to suffer."

"Don't you want to give your grandma a better life? You should remember the way she brought you to the Xing family to borrow money, right? Someone who has never lived a good life..."

"If you go back to Xing's house with me, we'll be justified in moving the grave with ease."

Of course Zhang Yu still remembers, Zhang Feng knows the pain in his heart better than anyone else, the little old lady was embarrassed when she came to the city for the first time, she was new and afraid of everything, and bought a street sweet for seven yuan. For the sweet cake, Zhang Yu had to share more than half of it first, and then he licked the sweetness reluctantly.

Grandma loves sweets, maybe many people have forgotten it, but Zhang Yu will never forget it.

Perhaps Zhang Feng was right in saying one thing. If it wasn't for the opportunity, no one would want to live a better life. His grandma had never enjoyed any blessings in her life. She never walked out of the mountains in her life.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Zhang Yu felt sore in his heart, wanting to adjust his emotions before thinking about this problem, he stood up from the chair and went to the bathroom.

Zhang Feng asked him out on Friday, so Zhang Yu was still wearing school uniform. The restaurant where the two had dinner was also near the school, and many students and parents could be seen outside the window.

Zhang Yu turned on the phone, only to find that he had received a text message from Fan Jing, saying that Luo Wei knew about the employment.

Zhang Yu, who was originally in a mess, suddenly had a headache.

He first thought that Luo Wei would be angry and didn't know how to deal with it, and then thought of the worst outcome, Luo Wei might teach him a lesson, and then the two would never communicate with each other again.

Although Zhang Yu didn't think that he and Luo Wei could really become good friends from the beginning, even if they had known each other for a long time, there was a high probability that they would become ordinary friends in the end, but this assumption of breaking up friendship still made his heart skip a beat.

He still remembered that when they had dinner together a few days ago, he marveled that Luo Wei was the first one to remember his love for spicy food in so many years.

Some inexplicable reluctance arose in Zhang Yu's heart. Perhaps this person's character was not as bad as he imagined. He once said that Zhang Yu's scars were not ugly.

Zhang Yu turned on the faucet and washed his face, trying to clear up his dizzy mind a little. Looking through the glass window of the bathroom, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The washroom and the toilet cubicle are separated, the glass of the washing place is not covered, and outside the window is a deserted alley. Through the window, Zhang Yu saw Lian Yuanqing being pulled by someone. Although Qing can still maintain her usual walking posture, she is obviously a little scared.

"What is this for?"

Seeing that the two were getting closer, they stopped not far from the bathroom. Zhang Yu hid beside the window, turned on the camera and raised the phone to look down.

"You beat up that kid from the Zhou family, right? Why does he keep causing trouble for me?" A middle-aged man spoke in a rough voice.

"I can't understand it." The next thing was Lian Yuanqing's voice.

Then there was a muffled sound, and Zhang Yu saw Lian Yuanqing being beaten through the camera.

He had heard Ren Xingwang say that Lian Ye would be violent before, but this was the first time he witnessed it with his own eyes. Lian Yuanqing should have just been pulled out of school and beaten to the point where his body was arched. Knowing that he held his head, he was punched and kicked for a while, and Lian Ye slapped him again, knocking his head to the side.

Zhang Yu was shocked when he heard it, as if he was frightened in place, he wanted to stop it, but his fear could not make him move.

He recalled the bad picture, it was a fear of someone stronger than himself, Lian Ye was so tall and powerful, it was too easy to kill Zhang Yu.

Moreover, it is of no use for him to stop this kind of thing once. As long as Lian Yuanqing wants to go home, Zhang Yu's help and his own resistance will definitely be retaliated even more.

The beating continued.

Zhang Yu looked around in a panic, and turned to the wastebasket.

Inside is the waste paper used by people who come to the bathroom to wash their hands to dry off moisture. Although it is not too dirty, it still makes people feel uncomfortable when thrown out from the window that distinguishes whether to wash the bathroom or the bathroom.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yu grabbed some water from the wastebasket and raised it out of the window: "Who cleaned the bathroom today? Why didn't you clean up the paper?"

He deliberately pretended to be a cleaner and complained, and the beating outside the window stopped.

After a while, Zhang Yu didn't hear the sound. He guessed that Lian Ye definitely didn't want others to see him in a mess, so he left first, and he was going to come out from the corner to see how Lian Yuanqing was.

The camera of the mobile phone was not turned off, but at this moment, the face lying by the window was suddenly reflected.

Zhang Yu was taken aback, and his footsteps about to go out stopped instantly.

The man didn't leave, but quietly approached the window, wanting to see who was throwing things inside.

"Don't let me catch you."

Zhang Yu broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.