soul seeker

11 is old.

As the maid said, Song Chen had never received bilingual education before, so after entering this school, it was very difficult for him to keep up with the courses, and because of his own personality, he had only been in the class for two months. Just like the previous teachers, he labeled him as "gloomy" and "difficult to get along with", let alone what his classmates thought of him, and there were very few people who could chat with him a few more times in the past three years.

"Did you watch that show last night? It's the magic one..."

In the classroom between classes, the children who did not go out to play formed a circle and chatted. The boy standing in the middle was a person who looked smiling even though he had no expression on his face. His personality was also the same as his appearance. Anyone who can chat a few words is familiar.

Song Chen, who sat beside him in a daze with his chin in his hand, looked at them and thought, if he uses words to describe it, this is Antarctica, and there is a tropical island.

At this moment, the smiling boy inadvertently turned his head to look at Song Chen, and then chatted with the people around him. After a few minutes, those people had to go to the bathroom and prepare textbooks. , all dispersed.

The boy who was idle came to Song Chen, "Hey, why don't you usually talk to others?" Then he sat down on Song Chen's desk, "Aren't you bored?"

"It's not that I don't talk to others." Song Chen didn't look at him, and took out the books for the next class, "It's just that they don't talk to me."

"why?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm not attractive."

"Hey, I don't think I don't like you."

"Oh. It's you. You got along with everyone just a month after you transferred to another school. You chatter almost every get out of class. I don't know why you have so much to say."

"It's boring, I'm so suffocated if I don't talk." After speaking, he smirked at Song Chen.

In the evening, Song Chen opened the door of the house and saw a naked strange man standing in front of the refrigerator taking out beer, "Hey, who are you?" The man was a little surprised to see a child come back.

"Oh, my friend's child will stay at my house for a few days." Yao Na leaned against the door in her pajamas and said, "Since you're back, let's go into the room and do your homework."

While the man was out of sight, Yao Na winked at Song Chen.

"Understood, auntie." Song Chen walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

This kind of thing happens often, so he has long been used to it.

The next day, Song Chen was the first to arrive at school every time, because staying at home would only make him feel awkward in front of strange men. Who knew that he had sat down for a few minutes, and the smiling face The boy is here.

"Oh, I thought there was no one at this point, I was taken aback." He put down his schoolbag, "What kind of books are you reading in the dark, your eyes will be broken. Why are you here so early?"

"No reason, what about you?"

"Fleeing from my mother, she said she didn't go to work today to send me to school, it's so troublesome, she probably will be late to send me to school, don't look at me like this, she is even more late than me, last night , I insisted on cooking for me as a lunch box, I made dozens of dishes, and I committed a choice phobia again..."

While listening to him, Song Chen suddenly thought, if he had seen the scene when he went home yesterday, would he still be able to talk freely today?

"Hey," he waved his hand seeing Song Chen stunned, "Hey, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that there is a big contrast between you and me."

"Oh, really? I think so too."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"No way!" The boy became impatient, "I've been here for a month, and you still don't know my name!"

"Well, I didn't notice it." Song Chen replied expressionlessly.

"Listen up! My name is Tang, Yi, Shi!" While talking, he took Song Chen's pen and wrote it down on Song Chen's draft paper, "Remember you."

14 is old.

During class break, Song Chen entered the classroom and heard some students talking about him and Tang Yi.

"Hey, how do you think those two people can play together?"

"That's right, the difference is so big, one is so noisy and the other is so gloomy."

"Why are you standing in a daze at the door?" Tang Yishi, who was about to enter the classroom, patted Song Chen on the shoulder standing in front of him with a ball in his hand.

Only then did the discussants notice Song Chen standing at the door, and immediately changed the subject to chat about something else.

"It's nothing." Song Chen walked to his seat and sat down, Tang Yi followed behind, "By the way, let me ask you, why did you become friends with me?"

"Why do you ask this?" Tang Yishi couldn't help but spin the basketball on his fingertips.

"No, they were chatting just now." Song Chen pointed to the few people who were talking just now with his pen.

Those few people felt embarrassed when they heard it and slipped out of the classroom.

"Oh, that's it. Then what do you think is the reason?" Tang Yishi raised his legs and put the ball on his thighs, and pressed his hands on the ball.

"I think," Song Chen leaned back on the desk behind, thought for a while, and said blankly, "Is it to increase my favorability? Like you, you have good looks, good temper, and good family background." Boy, if you still be friends with an unlovable gloomy ghost like me, maybe you will look kind in the eyes of some people?"

When I heard his answer, I chuckled, "It's really an answer that matches your style, am I that unbearable in your eyes?"

"It's not terrible, but it's not very beautiful either. Then, why?"

"No reason, just let nature take its course." When talking about this, Yi suddenly stopped laughing, sat back on her seat and put the ball away, "Is class going soon?"

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As soon as Song Chen opened the door, a glass shattered on the ground beside his feet. Fortunately, he was wearing sneakers, otherwise his feet would have been scratched.

"Damn bastard!"

"What's wrong with you?" Song Chen looked forward, and saw broken glass all over the floor, and Yao Na who was holding the last glass. of.

"That bastard cheated me of my money, and even dared to beat me when I went to him!" Yao Na threw the last cup on the ground, sat down on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

"You don't have to be so angry. It's because you didn't see men in your eyes. You didn't earn the money you were cheated of. Just ask the family if it's okay." Song Chen said as he stepped over the broken glass and returned to the room. Put down your schoolbag in your own room.

"You really want to open it. The old man is in the hospital. They are all very busy, and they hang up the phone calls in a hurry. It seems that it is impossible not to show up."

"Take it easy and don't overdo it, don't talk about it." Song Chen went to the bathroom to get a broom and came out, "Have you thrown enough? I'm going to sweep if I've thrown enough."

"Sweep, sweep, sweep, I have thrown away the cup, there is nothing to throw away," Yao Na lay powerlessly on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, "I have no money, do you have any more?"

The next day, Song Chen didn't see her after returning home, thinking that she went to spend money after asking the family for money. This kind of situation happened often, and Song Chen was used to it.

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, it was midnight, and the drunk Yao Na came home, and she fell asleep after giving him this month's living expenses.

At noon, everyone went to the cafeteria, only Song Chen stayed in the classroom eating the sandwiches he bought, because he didn't like the food in the cafeteria, and it was crowded, so he would rather stay here alone in a daze .

At this moment, he suddenly saw on the ground, a diary with a blue grid dropped in the gap between his and Tang Yishi's desks, whose one did he bend down to pick up?

Thinking about it, he took another bite of the sandwich and took a look.

He put the book on the table, and wanted to open the cover to see whose it belonged so that he could return it.

But just as he was about to open it, he heard hurried footsteps and Tang Yishi's shout: "Don't move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was already in front of Song Chen and pressed the diary.

"It's yours? It just fell to the ground. Do you still have the habit of writing a diary?"

"Uh yes." Tang Yishi smiled awkwardly, and stuffed the notebook back into his desk.

"Why do you have this expression? Don't worry, I don't have a hobby of prying into other people's privacy."

"It's nothing." Tang Yi sat down, "Are you eating sandwiches again? Don't you get tired of eating just one meal a day?"

"It's not one meal, it's two meals, and it's the same at night. It's okay, anyway, the things stuffed in it are often changed."

"Hey? You also eat this at night?"

"That's right, I'm not you, young master, I'm not like you who cook for me."

"Then you can't eat this all the time. It's not good for your stomach. Anyway, I'll go to your house to play today, okay?" Tang Yishi put his elbows on the table and pointed at himself.

"Okay, but there's nothing special about it." Song Chen continued to eat the sandwich without even turning his head.

"What do you mean by that? What do you mean you won't be able to give me money in the future?" In the coffee shop, Yao Na looked at the old woman sitting across from her, and said angrily.

"Aren't you all to blame for this?" The old woman put down her coffee cup, "Who told you to go to the hospital to make trouble last time? My husband found out, and he got angry and said that he would not give you any more money in the future." .”

"Isn't he afraid of ruining his reputation?"

"Well, he said he didn't care. Don't you know him? I hate being threatened by others. Last time you made such a fuss in the hospital and made him feel so embarrassed. Do you think he won't be angry?"

"So? What do you mean?"

"I'm coming back to give you this month's money. This is the last time. I don't want to quarrel with him because of you, which means you can do it yourself." After finishing speaking, she said to the maid sitting at the next table: " let's go."

"Hey, wait a minute, hello!" Yao Na wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the people in the coffee shop, "Miss, you haven't paid the bill yet!"

"Wait a minute! Can't you see that I'm busy!" When she looked back, the maid and the old lady had already gotten into the car and left.