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In fact, sooner or later, you don't live in the storage room every day.He was brought up by his grandmother and lived in a house in his hometown, which is not far from here. If he catches the last bus, he can get home in four to ten minutes.But during this period of time, he fought with his classmates first because of his parents' problems, and then because of the oolong incident, he fought with those boys again.

He is now covered in beige, if he goes back, grandma will feel very distressed again.After thinking about it, he ran to the guard's room, called his grandma, and decided to go to bed at school tonight.After returning home on the weekend, the injuries from these fights should not be so obvious.

Grandma felt sorry for him, so she could only let out a few soft sighs and nagged about some household matters, always feeling that she was sorry for the child.Sooner or later, he didn't speak, and he couldn't think of anything to comfort the two of them.

It has been almost a week since Wen Xu took him to dinner last time, he and Wen Shu didn't communicate much, but there was no tit-for-tat confrontation either.Similarly, he has nothing to do with Wen Xu. After all, the homework in high school is tight, and he has to run to the toilet.

I can't sleep well at night in the storage room, there are too many mosquitoes, and there is an annoying decaying smell in the air.He turned over, covered his fragile nose, and listened to the screeching of the scooter because of his turning over, feeling annoyed in his heart.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open again, but he didn't even open his eyes.During this period of time, there was only one person who was keen to come and harass him all day long, and he could figure out who this person was with his toes.He was looking forward to it in his heart, but he still had a sullen face and didn't show any expression.

Sure enough, a familiar voice came from above his head: "Sooner or later, it's my birthday tomorrow. Come to my house with Wen Shu after school."

Tomorrow is Friday, and the junior high school ends at normal time in the evening, and the high school has to be two classes late before the holiday in the dark.

Sooner or later, he raised his head for the first time, and opened his noble eyeballs, "No."

Wen Xu had been prepared for this concise sentence. He sat next to Chi Chi, and the cart creaked in fright.

"I and Wen Shu's other friends will also come. When they are all gone, you can live in our house, whether you live in Wen Shu's house or live with me, it doesn't matter."

Sooner or later, there was a "hum" sound, a breath came out of his nose, and the sense of disgust was about to overflow: "Who wants to live with Wen Shu, the mouth is not sweet, the fight is not good, and it stinks."

"Then..."

"It's about the same as you live."

Sooner or later, he moved his head unnaturally, and turned his body a little sideways, so as not to look at the corners of Wen Xu's mouth that could not help but curl up.Wen Xu seemed to have grasped this man's weird temper, and didn't take his irony to heart.

At this moment, Chi Chi said a word quickly, Wen Xu was taken aback, but couldn't hear clearly, so he moved closer and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said," sooner or later impatiently, "what do you want for your birthday?"

Wen Xule, crossing his arms, said slowly as if deliberately teasing him: "Then I——"

"Say something quickly." Chi Chi glanced at him, then quickly looked back.

"Tomorrow morning, I want to eat the soup dumpling on the second floor of the school. There are seven in a basket, the small one." Wen Xu said solemnly.

Sooner or later, he glanced at Wen Xu with some doubts, and said "That's it?"He thought that this person would at least ask for a small toy, a small cake, or a book of study materials, but he didn't expect that it was just a basket of soup dumplings that he could eat every morning.

Wen Xu nodded, left a small bottle of mosquito repellent, and walked out of the storage room with his schoolbag on his back.He turned his head to look at Chi Chi, and said with a smile, "Don't forget, I'm in Class Two, Grade Two."

Sooner or later, I said to myself, "Who cares about your mosquito repellent", but couldn't help spraying it on my calf twice, smelling the faint smell of orange peel.

Different from the choking smell of the toilet water he often used, the mosquito repellent that Wen Xu sent him tasted just like Wen Xu himself, light, gentle, and without any offensive power, as if he had been silently accompanying him all the time, Before he knew it, it had already begun.

This is the first smell about Wen Xu in his memory.

Early the next morning, Chi Zao straightened up from the table groggyly, and stretched a lot while the teacher was not paying attention.He usually sleeps through the entire morning reading, doesn't even eat breakfast, and sleeps until the first period of class before waking up in a daze.

Today, he only slept for two-thirds of his morning reading, and his deskmate looked at him in surprise, as if he had discovered something strange.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, sooner or later it seemed to be loaded with a spring, and it shot straight out.The tablemate behind him said "Ai ai" a few times, and sooner or later he just thought he was going to grab a meal with him, and ran to the cafeteria without looking back.

The junior high school and high school share three restaurants, one religious restaurant, and the other two restaurants are located on the east and west sides of the school. The east restaurant is bigger and better decorated. Guantangbao is on the second floor of the east restaurant.

As he was running on the road, he felt that something was wrong—there were too few people on the road, as if everyone was still in the classroom.But he looked at his watch and was sure that get out of class was over now, so he had to forcefully suppress the doubts in his heart, pretending that everyone was not running as fast as him.

After all, he never ate breakfast, and he didn't know the grandeur of grabbing food in the morning, so he was a little complacent about his efficiency.

He slammed open the door of the East Restaurant, and stood there panting heavily.

In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at him.

He raised his head, looked at all this in the restaurant with a little helplessness, and couldn't even restrain his panting.

The third-year students sat upright, scattered in various places in the restaurant, with rolls of paper that had not been confiscated in front of them, and several invigilators sat in the corner and played with their mobile phones with their heads down.

A few keywords seemed to flash through his mind, "high school exam", "classroom", "delayed get out of class", and then he patted himself on the forehead a little speechlessly.

The third-year student lowered his head to write on the scroll again, with a calm and breezy appearance.Sooner or later, pinching the plastic bag in his hand, he was either advancing or retreating for a while, and his neck was a little red.

In the next second, he made a move that he didn't expect: he walked forward bravely, and ran up to the second floor under the watchful eyes of the senior year.

After this battle, he also completely made his name in high school.After a long period of time, when people mentioned him, they would still say: Oh, that strange man who bravely rushed into the examination room to make a living.But few people know why he had to buy the soup dumplings on the second floor that day.

Sooner or later, holding a bag of hot steamed buns in his hand, he stood at the door of Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School, watching Wen Xu walking over with a smile covering his stomach, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, "I will never buy him breakfast again."

It's just that he didn't know that after that, he really had no chance to buy it.Days and nights during those five years, when he was lying on the narrow and hard bed, and every time he looked at the moss growing in the corner of the damp window sill, he secretly thought about going to No. Buy Wen Xu a soup dumpling.

Of course, at this time, he only had the thin skin of a child, his face was flushed red, and he didn't know whether it was shame or anger.

With a puffy face, he deliberately didn't look at Wen Xu, but just stuffed the bag that was a little wet from the steam into the man's hand, turned around and wanted to leave.

"sooner or later!"

Sooner or later turned around impatiently, "What the hell..."

The word "well" was blocked in his mouth by a soup dumpling. Wen Xu looked at him innocently, withdrew his evil hand, and explained, "Try it, it's delicious."

"Who would like to eat this?" The juice from the soup dumpling burst out and filled his mouth in an instant. The aroma stimulated his taste buds, and the warmth flowed down his throat, filling his hungry flat stomach.But he was still stubborn, muttering: "I still like to eat chicken legs."

Wen Xu quietly wrote down that in his birthday party, there must be such a simple dish as chicken legs.