On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Zeng Qiao went to take a look outside the classroom, and came back and said, "I don't see anyone, so don't wait. What do you think she wants to tell you?"

The bell for last night's self-study had already rang, and Zhang Ye didn't wait for that Chen Shanshan to come over.

Zhang Ye took out an exercise book from the table, flipped through it casually, and wrote down the answers with a brush. Afterwards, they were all the same, and he turned directly to the back to do the big questions.

Hearing Zeng Qiao's words, she sneered: "What can I say, it's not related to Zhao Rong, she thinks I'm still kept in the dark and doesn't know. She wants me to clean up Zhao Rong with her, as if I'm free? "

Zeng Qiao continued to bury his head in gnawing at the key points he had drawn for himself, with thick eyebrows drawn, gnawing at the key points with great difficulty.

"If you want me to say, don't talk to her. I don't think she has the intention to learn. How she wants to pester Zhao Rong is her business. Don't affect you in the last year."

Zhang Ye didn't intend to pay attention to it either, a Zhao Rong really wasn't worth it for him to partner with others to plot, but it's okay to add some ingredients to it occasionally.

The first class gathers the best top students in this year's school. They all understand the responsibilities on their shoulders. They dare not slack off when they complain that they are tired.

Different from the quietness of the first class, the several classes downstairs were noisy and chaotic, which made the campus in the dark night a little more angry.

Just now Zhang Ye talked about some key questions, and Zeng Qiao dug out a few similar ones from the exercise book. This time he put in extra effort and did not expect to finish it easily.

Puppy love is the common enemy of teachers and parents in the life of the third year of high school. The couples found in the class were all called to the office to have a heart-to-heart talk. It is nothing more than that talking about feelings will make you lose concentration, and you will miss the most suitable thing in your life for the sake of temporary favor. That way, it's not a wise move.

The students who have just grown up have a great yearning for love, and the more they oppose it, the more they try, and they will not turn back easily even if their heads are broken.

Zeng Qiao is very fortunate that no one has noticed his thoughts, and when he gets close to Zhang Ye occasionally, others think it's just a fight between good friends and don't doubt it.

He was still waiting for Zhang Ye to nod, and he didn't dare to greet Zhang Ye frequently for some intimacy gestures that he liked, but the few successes would make him happy for a long time.

Probably in Zhang Ye's eyes, he is like a lunatic in a crazy unrequited love.

But he is grateful for meeting Zhang Ye, which made him want to be better for the first time, just so that he would not feel inferior and regretful when standing beside his beloved.

Zhang Ye is a very strange person. Although he often talks about money, he doesn't really care about it. He is not at all curious about the affairs of the Zeng family. Just like Zhang Ye's messy affairs, as long as he helps a little, he can solve them. It was resolved, but Zhang Ye didn't want him to intervene, and stubbornly floated in the mess, so he couldn't help but wonder if this person had a bit of masochistic tendencies?

No one can accept that a good family is gradually falling apart. If it is irreparable, wouldn't it be less painful to get the result directly than to watch the accident happen with your own eyes?

He couldn't figure out what Zhang Ye was thinking.

The sweltering heat is still there, and people in this city are not in a hurry to go home. They sit at the barbecue stalls outside, eating, drinking and laughing, and don't go back until they have had their fill.

Zhang Ye smelled the fragrance from not far away, changed his usual idleness and strode away, and said to the hot and sweaty master: "Master, hurry up? I'm rushing home to do my homework, can I give it to you first?" Shall I have ten skewers of mutton skewers?"

There is an energy-saving lamp hanging under the small shop, and the white light falls into Zhang Yeruhai's eyes. At this time, he is just an ordinary child. When he encounters the food he likes, his eyes light up, and he waits there very seriously. Not afraid of being smoked by the smell of smoke.

Zeng Qiao watched him turn around and smile at himself, showing his neat and white teeth, with the tails of his eyes upturned. At this time, he was just a happy big boy.

With just one glance, Zeng Qiao felt his throat tighten, swallowed impatiently, put his hand on his shoulder, and asked, "Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll ask for something else."

"I only like mutton skewers...Master, put more spice."

The master picked up the towel hanging around his neck to wipe off his sweat, sprinkled cumin and chili peppers on it with a silly smile, glanced at the table not far away, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for my son, he would also read like you. Senior three, this team can't be easily inserted today, hurry up, that table has been urging me for a long time."

Zeng Qiao took out the money quickly, and went home side by side with Zhang Ye. He has a bad stomach and rarely eats these things outside, but seeing Zhang Ye eat a bunch of skewers quickly, he is also a little greedy.

Zhang Ye was a little embarrassed by his stare, and took out a bunch from the bag and handed it over: "You just have to taste it, this one tastes good, it's the same as what I ate when I was a child. My family was very poor at that time. There was an uncle who specialized in grilling lamb kebabs, and I ate them all by myself, eating up all my dad’s money.”

Zhang Ye thought it was the best mutton skewer he had ever eaten in his life.

Just passing by a garbage can, Zhang Ye threw the garbage in his hand, turned around and saw that Zeng Qiao didn't move, and asked suspiciously, "Why don't you eat?"

Zeng Qiao handed it to him again: "I'll watch you eat."

In fact, I can't eat it anymore, so Zhang Ye still took it, and it tastes best when it is freshly baked.

One street lamp after another is like the silent guardian of the city. After a long time, it seems that people will get sick. After walking hundreds of steps, the light is gone, which just gives the ready to move people a chance to do bad things.

Zhang Ye didn't realize it at first, but when his hands were tightly clasped, his fingers were closed, and the protruding joints felt a little painful, he turned his head and looked at the unclear black shadow next to him: "What's wrong? You ..."

The lips were touched first, with a temptation, seeing that he did not refuse, the man dared to pry open the closed door presumptuously, and greedily chased after his tongue, Zhang Ye was not good at this kind of thing, He could only bear it, and stood there obediently to let him kiss him, until he couldn't breathe before pushing him away.

Zeng Qiao laughed lightly, panting a bit, touched his lips that were stained with water, and said with a different style: "I have tasted it now, I don't like it very much, but I can eat more with you here. "

Zhang Ye glared at him, unaware that his eyes were filled with mist, and he was obviously emotional.

Walking in a place where no one was around, Zeng Qiao stubbornly wanted to pull him, but Zhang Ye couldn't shake him off for a long time, so he had to let him go.

In this weather, the palms of the two people's clenched hands were sweaty, sticky and uncomfortable.

Zeng Qiao let go when he was almost in front of the gate of the community. Seeing Zhang Ye wipe his pants, he asked with a smile, "I really can't go to your house?"

"No, you are not allowed to play video, you are too noisy."

Zeng Qiao curled his lips, reluctantly walking this short and annoying journey with him.

But today I had a good time, so I'm not too disappointed. When I got home and watched my mother play cards unconsciously, it's rare that I didn't get angry.

Zhang Ye went home alone, and when he went downstairs, he was surprised to see the lights in the house turned on, and he grinned.

For a while in the elevator, his mind was blank.He opened the door with the key, and was about to speak when he heard Wang Mei calling someone on the phone, so he had to swallow it.

"I'll give you the house... For the sake of the past, I hope you can do me this favor."

"It's been a long time coming. I thought it would be enough to get a divorce smoothly. How much money is enough? As long as my son can not be wronged. But that day I went to pick up Ono Home, do you know what I saw?"

"Oh! Zhang Tiancheng is really not a thing. He actually took that woman to school in a grand manner. If outsiders saw it, how would he think of my son? I can't swallow this breath. Now I want to understand, it's mine. Why let others Occupy? I will go to you tomorrow and go through the formalities. You go and drive that bitch out for me. If you want to make trouble, make it bigger. At worst, you will die and the net will be broken. Isn't it just for a few stinky money? ? I put all my family property in it, dare to provoke me, I will let him not even get a dime."

Zhang Ye leaned against the wall, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. After Wang Mei had said something, he closed the door forcefully, and said with a smile as if nothing happened: "Mom, I'm back."

The author has something to say: Zeng Qiao: The feeling of not being needed is too painful.

Zhang Ye:? ? ? ? ?

Well, I'm sorry everyone, there are too many people here.

It's starting to recover now, thanks for the collection.