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Meng Wenjun sat on the seat by the window, looking out the window at the tiny rain lines like cow hair, which melted into the transparent glass not far in front of him one after another.

Everything in front of the glass has been blurred by the rain into red and green mottled patches.

Relying on his memory, he silently distinguished in his heart that it was the bell tower next to the teaching building, that was the school flag that the person in charge forgot to put away, and that was the old tree that was about to be cut down due to old age.

It was the coldness brought by the long rain, which came in through the gaps in the window, like countless invisible hands, gently stroking Meng Wenjun's collar, between his lips, and between the fingers of the hand on the pen.

so tired.

sleepy.

He lowered his eyes.It seems to be going to sleep silently, and it seems to be dying decisively.

Suddenly, the wind that squeezed in through the window became violent, mixing with the rain outside the window, messing up his hair.Raindrops fell on his hair.

"Squad leader, the head teacher told you to go to his office." Meng Wenjun heard the people behind him say so.

He opened his eyes, turned around, and smiled enthusiastically at the people behind him: "Okay, I see. What did you take?" pile of clutter.

"Good thing, let's go." He raised his chin at Meng Wenjun, and when he was about to leave, he accidentally bumped into the corner of the table in the back row.

Meng Wenjun got up quickly and wanted to support him, but suddenly the wooden block at the top of his arms hit his forehead hard.

"Are you alright, monitor?" the student asked quickly after standing still.

Meng Wenjun waved his hand and said, "This thing of yours is really heavy. Be careful not to touch yourself. I'm fine. I'm going to the office first." After speaking, he patted his shoulder.

After a few words, Meng Wenjun had already gone upstairs and pushed open the wooden door of Mo Chang's office.

"Teacher, you are looking for me." Meng Wenjun stepped forward and said hello.

Mo Chang raised his head from the lesson plans on the desk, pushed his glasses, straightened his body, and nodded: "Yeah."

As he said that, Mo Chang stretched out his hand to search for the file folder, took out a file from the blue hard case, handed it to Meng Wenjun and said, "He's coming back today, I plan to let you go to meet him."

Meng Wenjun took the file, and a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar pierced his eyes.

I have met a few times, but I am not familiar with it.

That was him standing behind Zhang Ailin and watching from a distance.

At that time, tears hung on his immature face, growling, roaring, questioning each sentence.

He tugged at the hem of someone's clothes, exhausted all his strength, unwilling to believe, unwilling to leave.

"Now he has grown into this look." Meng Wenjun recognized him when he saw his black-and-white one-inch photo, and said silently in his heart.

The person in the photo has a cropped head, a pair of almond-shaped eyes, a pair of red noses, the nose is straight on his face, and the lips that are neither thin nor thick are naturally raised.Wearing a basketball jersey, Hideo with sunshine.The indelible eyebrows are two or three points similar to Zhang Ailin's.

A person with the same blood flowing in Zhang Ailin's body.

"Yang Kangyu." His name was repeated in Meng Wenjun's mouth.

"Yes. Because of his good basketball performance, even though Yang Kangyu didn't take classes in school, he was assigned to our class.

It's just that he came back this time and lost an important game, so he might be a little depressed. You should comfort him more. "Mo Chang explained to Meng Wenjun in this way.

Meng Wenjun agreed, and asked again: "When will he arrive?"

"I talked to Yang Kangyu's parents on the phone. It was around four o'clock in the afternoon. It should be the time for the second period of self-study?" Mo Chang threw a question to Meng Wenjun.

"it is good."

Mo Chang looked at Meng Wenjun with a smile on his face.

The child standing in front of him was the smartest and capable child he had ever seen.Communicating with him, Mo Chang felt that he saved a lot of unnecessary words.

"How is your family doing?" Mo Chang asked.

"It's okay, the usual communication is also good, please trouble the teacher, always remember me."

Meng Wenjun blurted out without hesitation, as unnaturally and naturally as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times.

A smile hangs on his face.Indelible ink.

"Oh, by the way, isn't there a seat next to yours, so let's arrange for him to be your tablemate for the time being."

Hearing this, Meng Wenjun was taken aback for a moment, and immediately replied:

"it is good."

When Meng Wenjun walked out of the teaching building with an umbrella in the afternoon, the rain was still falling continuously, confusing the air into cloud after cloud of damp and chill.

He waited at the school gate for a long time, but Yang Kangyu still didn't come.The wind blew the knuckles of his fingers holding the umbrella handle slightly red.

Meng Wenjun dialed Mo Chang's phone, stood in the empty campus, facing the rainy day, and asked, "Hello? Teacher? I waited at the school gate for a while, but I haven't heard him yet. Has he arrived yet?" "

On the other end of the phone, the voice rang in Meng Wenjun's ear along the invisible and intangible microwave: "He has arrived, didn't you see him?"

"Okay, I see. I'll look for him and call you when I find him."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Wenjun turned around, because of the rain, the black ground ran smoothly into the distance, and at that distant point, it was lingering with the same dark blue sky.

There was no one in the place, and the soles of the shoes and the water on the ground slapped into a lonely and only echo.

Meng Wenjun's figure glanced over the classroom, looked for the playground, and finally stopped before a burst of compact slapping.

Holding an umbrella, Meng Wenjun looked at the figure not far away who was wearing a basketball shirt and jumping up and down under the basketball hoop.

His clothes have been soaked by the drizzle, and they are tightly attached to his body, with a little embarrassment.

found it.

Meng Wenjun stepped forward in two steps, wanting to ask.

With a bang, the basketball was suddenly hit heavily on the ground. Mixed with the master's anger and grievance, it jumped up fiercely with the force of the ground, and threw it straight at Meng Wenjun.

Originally, Meng Wenjun wanted to use an umbrella to cover it, but it was too late, and the basketball hit his head.

The pain on the skin told him that it happened to hit the place where the wooden block hit just now.

The sudden pain made Meng Wenjun frowned involuntarily.

"Are you okay?" Yang Kangyu hurried over, panting heavily, and asked.

He was just in a bad mood for the game, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but exert all his strength.He didn't expect that there was a person standing here suddenly.

"It's okay, it's okay. Are you Yang Kangyu?" Meng Wenjun lifted the umbrella up, and looked at the opposite person from the eaves of the umbrella, who was slightly taller than him.

"I am," Yang Kangyu said, raising his hand to lift the broken hair on Meng Wenjun's forehead, "it's all blue."

Meng Wenjun was taken aback by his sudden recklessness, turned his head slightly, avoided his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just accidentally touched it."

"Hi, I'm Meng Wenjun. We are in the same class. Teacher Mo Chang asked me to pick you up, so I can take you to familiarize yourself with the school." As he spoke, Meng Wenjun stretched out his hand to show his friendship.

Almost without a moment's hesitation, Yang Kangyu took Meng Wenjun's hand with his wet hands, shook it up and down, and said, "Hello, hello, I'm Yang Kangyu. But brother, the bruise on your head looks pretty good to me." Seriously, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, no, it's a trivial matter."

"But after all, I ran into it again. I'm so sorry. I really didn't know where you were standing just now. Why don't we go to the hospital to have a look? A basketball hit my head on our team before. Go to the hospital for a checkup." Concussion."

Meng Wenjun quickly wanted to withdraw his hand, and said, "No need, no need, really."

"Don't be embarrassed, it was originally my fault." While speaking, Yang Kangyu began to pull Meng Wenjun's arm.

Meng Wenjun didn't expect him to be so strong. He twisted his wrist, finally broke free from his palm, and said, "It's really all right. If something happens, I have to touch your porcelain anyway."

Yang Kangyu took another look at the wound on Meng Wenjun's forehead, and said hesitantly, "Then you must not be polite, this is not a trivial matter."

Meng Wenjun held an umbrella in one hand, and quietly hid the other hand held by Yang Kangyu behind his back. He gently turned his red wrist and said to Yang Kangyu with a smile, "Don't you have an umbrella?"

Yang Kangyu looked up at the rain that filled the sky. To him, the rain was unbelievably small.

"Anyway, it's already soaked through. It doesn't matter if you have an umbrella or not."

He didn't expect that Meng Wenjun held the umbrella above his head, between the two of them.

"Let's cover it more or less, it's troublesome if you catch a cold."

Yang Kangyu wanted to push Meng Wenjun's umbrella back with his hand, but Meng Wenjun couldn't push it back with all his strength.

Immediately, he bent down to pick up the ball, and walked away with the ball in one hand, proving with practical actions that he didn't need an umbrella at all.

After not taking two steps, he turned back the same way.

"Well, how do we get to our classroom?" Yang Kangyu asked.

"I'll take you there. It's raining today, and I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the school when the weather gets better." As he spoke, Meng Wenjun had already taken a step, put away his umbrella, and walked in front of Yang Kangyu.

"Why did you take the umbrella away?" Yang Kangyu asked behind him.

"It was about to stop at first, and it was still troublesome." Meng Wenjun said.

Walking on the road, he was holding an umbrella, and the stupid guy next to him was drenched like something, I don't know, I thought he was bullying others.

Meng Wenjun accidentally raised his eyes and saw that the sky seemed to be getting brighter.

The two walked all the way, and Meng Wenjun pointed to the roadside landscape all the way in order to fill the gap between them.

"That's the bell tower. It was there when we built the school." Meng Wenjun pointed.

"Very good." Yang Kangyu responded.

Along the way, Meng Wenjun has gotten used to his perfunctory.He was only responsible for speaking, and he had fulfilled his duty.

Yang Kangyu was not in the mood to see the bell tower at all, he pretended to be careless, always quietly looking for opportunities to see the wound on Meng Wenjun's forehead.

Finally came to the main building.

"Does it still hurt?" Yang Kangyu asked.

"Huh?" Meng Wenjun didn't hear clearly and asked.

"On the head."

Meng Wenjun touched his fingertips, turned his head, smiled again, and said, "You don't have to worry."

Yang Kangyu only felt that the person in front of him had an indescribable feeling.

Like this continuous rain.