damaged

Can't remember how long.

Meng Wenjun had already appeared beside Zhang Ailin from the time when I had memories since I was a child.

He always wears shirts, shirts of various colors, the styles are similar as if they are the same.

Bottoms are always the most regular type of trousers, and like shirts, there have never been too many variations.

For him, or more precisely, for Aunt Yuan Liu, what kind of clothes he wears, what kind of appearance he has, and what kind of abilities he possesses are so insignificant that they are not worth mentioning at all. dust.

In Zhang Ailin's impression, he was always thin and small when he was a child, with the most plain hairstyle, and his beautiful features were hidden in the rustic dress, especially his eyes, which were extremely beautiful.

In his habitual silence, his eyes are the only window through which he conveys his emotions.

Zhang Ailin was surprised that she seemed to be the only one around who could understand.

"Ah Ding said she was very tired." The young Zhang Ailin was lying on a large wicker chair with her legs half-dragged in the air, her body and the wicker chair were swinging back and forth comfortably.She looked at Meng Wenjun not far away, and said silently in her heart.

Thinking of this, she lifted the blanket covering her body, reached out and took out two apples from the fruit plate next to her, and walked straight towards Meng Wenjun.

Yuan Liu stood beside Meng Wenjun, fixed his eyes on him, and said, "Very good, very good, Ah Ding is getting better and better."

Meng Wenjun's legs were tightly stretched, and he used the strength of his waist and hips to shake his back into a vertical line. With all his strength, he opened and closed his arms to make them horizontal, holding the bow with one hand and holding the arrow with the other.

He had practiced standing for two hours, and beads of sweat ran down the back of his neck, dyeing his light blue shirt with indigo.

"Auntie, Apple." Little Irene purposely got in front of Yuan Liu, raised her hand and delivered an apple in front of her, raised her head, and said to her like this.

Yuan Liu looked down at her, with a helpless and helpless smile on his face, he waved his hands and said, "Auntie doesn't eat. Arlene, can I go to another place to play?"

I knew she wouldn't eat it, or else she wouldn't take two.

Zhang Ailin turned around without looking back, took a bite of the apple that was about to be handed to Yuan Liu just now, and walked straight to Meng Wenjun.Yuan Liu's words were completely ignored.

"Do you want to eat?" Zhang Ailin handed the remaining apples to Meng Wenjun's eyes.

Without Yuan Liu's consent, he didn't dare to squint at her, and continued to look forward without saying a word.

She saw his slender arms tremble more violently.

"Auntie, he won't eat." Zhang Ailin turned around and looked at Yuan Liu pitifully.

Yuan Liu sighed and said, "Ah Ding, take a rest."

When Meng Wenjun heard this sentence, it was as if a felon who had been imprisoned all his life suddenly heard that he was released.

In an instant, all his strength was removed, like a deflated balloon.

He staggered, his legs were unsteady, and he almost fell.

Zhang Ailin quickly used her back to block in front of him.

Meng Wenjun supported her back with both hands, and it took him a long time to recover. He stood up again and said softly, "Thank you."

Zhang Ailin turned around, faced him, and said with a smile, "Let's go out to play."

As he spoke, he pushed the apple forcefully into Meng Wenjun's arms, pulled his wrist, and ran out immediately.

Meng Wenjun almost fell down again after running.

Yuan Liu shouted anxiously from behind.

Zhang Ailin brought Meng Wenjun to a remote room. She opened the door and said to Meng Wenjun, "There is usually no one here, and it is very cool. When you are training, I will hide here secretly."

Meng Wenjun carefully surveyed the whole room.

A table, a chair, a sofa, a bookcase, and a bright window.

Rows and rows of materials were placed in an orderly manner on the desk. There was a thick layer of dust on the desk, and there were rows of small footprints on it.Meng Wenjun guessed that it was Zhang Ailin who jumped on it and stepped on it.

"I really don't know what's the use of practicing so many things every day. You feel so tired."

Zhang Ailin sat down on the leather office chair, with her feet on the table, in a comfortable posture.

"I didn't say anything." Meng Wenjun said.

"You're going to cry."

"I didn't want to cry!" Meng Wenjun held the apple in both hands, stepped forward anxiously, and argued hastily.

Zhang Ailin curled her lips, pointed to the sofa behind Meng Wenjun, and said casually: "The sofa in the back, I will force you to sleep today. I will sleep on the chair."

Meng Wenjun followed her fingertips to look over, then turned his head and said, "I'm going back soon, mom will be in a hurry."

Zhang Ailin took another bite of the apple and said vaguely: "She has nothing to worry about. At worst, you are just like me. If you don't want to attend, you will drop the class."

At the beginning, she was arguing to attend class with Meng Wenjun, and she cried and gave up after two classes, but it was the leisurely little girl in front of Meng Wenjun's eyes.

"I can't withdraw." Meng Wenjun sat on the sofa as he said.

"why?"

"I don't know." He took a bite of the apple, and the sweetness of the juice filled his mouth instantly.When he looked at Zhang Ailin, there were little stars in his eyes.

"It's up to you." Zhang Ailin kicked her legs and said nonchalantly.

She knew that Meng Wenjun was very happy now.

Zhang Ailin glanced out the window casually, and saw a corner of the Ferris wheel in the amusement park in the distance, protruding from behind the stacked tall buildings.

"Ah Ding, shall we go to the amusement park?"

"There is no time. On Saturday we will practice bow and arrow, on Sunday we will..." Meng Wenjun wrenched his fingers carefully, thinking carefully.

It was "we", but Meng Wenjun was the only one.

It's just the two of them, since they can remember, each other has always been by their side.

"Stop, my head is going to explode." Zhang Ailin quickly interrupted him.

Seeing Zhang Ailin's impatience, Meng Wenjun held the apple, grinned and laughed out loud.There was still unchewed apple pulp in his mouth.

Zhang Ailin made another grimace at Meng Wenjun, and also giggled.

So happy that you don't even know what they are laughing at, and you are so happy that you don't even need to know what they are laughing at.Be happy because you are happy, be happy because you are happy.Any emotion expressed is the original meaning.

"Then do you want to go?" Meng Wenjun sat on the sofa, with his toes pointing up, overlapping up and down, and the heels of his shoes collided with the floor.

"I want to. I really want to!" The child's excitement is so easily ignited.

"Then let's go." Meng Wenjun took another bite of the apple.

Zhang Ailin laughed again, lying in a large chair with her feet raised high, trying to reach the ceiling.

Meng Wenjun sat on the sofa, gnawed on an apple, and opened his eyes wide, watching her movements seriously.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Zhang Ailin stood up directly from the chair, put her hands on the table top of the desk, and sent her whole body to the table, wiping out a picture made of dust on her knees.

Children don't care about getting messy, and children don't refuse to be happy just because they want to keep clean.

Zhang Ailin stood up from the table, walked to the front of the bookcase, and opened the cabinet. Because of her strength, the dust rushed all over her face, causing her to cough.

Meng Wenjun laughed again.

Zhang Ailin stretched out her small hand and probed deeply. When she touched a hard stone, she excitedly jumped off the desk with a loud bang.

"Look! The little fish I found." She held the stone in both hands, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Meng Wenjun also leaned over, with surprise in his eyes, and said, "Could it be a fossil?"

"Yes, it must be! For you." Zhang Ailin arched her hands forward, motioning for Meng Wenjun to extend her hand.

Meng Wenjun bit the remaining half of the apple in his mouth, wiped his hands on his clothes, wiped off the juice on his hands, and took the stone solemnly.

A flat gray rock with white and khaki overlapping in the shape of a fish. There are several scratches in the middle of the stone, which looks like a fish.

No one knew whether it was an ordinary stone, or the fossil that sealed the small fish in their mouths.

"It's not good for us to take other people's things casually." Meng Wenjun took the apple he was biting from his mouth and said hesitantly.

"Who said this is someone else's, this is mine." Zhang Ailin said dissatisfied.

"But you took it out of someone else's cupboard."

"I picked it up on the road and hid it here on purpose. You can also hide things with me in the future. This is my warehouse." Zhang Ailin opened her arms and gestured a few times in the air.

"That's my warehouse." Meng Wenjun laughed.

Zhang Ailin nodded: "Yes, it's yours."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then looked at each other's face at the same time, and laughed out loud.

The laughter grew louder and louder, and their inexplicable happiness was like a river that is constantly being cut in spring.

Suddenly, there was a "bang".

The laughter of the two stopped abruptly.

Both of them looked at the source of the voice.

Yuan Liu stood in front of the opened door, with his left hand resting on the doorknob.There were a few wisps of deliberate smiles in the ashen complexion.That was for Zhang Ailin to laugh at, and it was Yuan Liu's last compromise with Zhang Ailin's "naughtiness".

She pretended to be gentle in her hoarse voice, and said, "Have you two children rested? It's time for Ah Ding to go back to practice."

Zhang Ailin heard harshly.

Especially when she felt that Meng Wenjun subconsciously took a step behind her when he saw Yuan Liu.

"Ah Ding hasn't rested yet." The little Zhang Ailin raised her head and looked directly into Yuan Liu's eyes, with the generosity of a strong man going to death on her face.

Yuan Liu smiled at her, but didn't speak.Then, her eyes passed over Zhang Ailin, pinned on Meng Wenjun, and asked, "Ah Ding, should I go back?"

Meng Wenjun was silent.The black veil of silence covered his face again, making his entire face dark.

He obediently walked towards Yuan Liu and walked to Yuan Liu's side.

Yuan Liu patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the training ground, motioning for Meng Wenjun to follow.

Meng Wenjun turned his head slightly and looked at Zhang Ailin.

Zhang Ailin followed immediately and said, "I'll go with you, don't be afraid."

When Yuan Liu handed Meng Wenjun's bow to Meng Wenjun, Zhang Ailin snatched it first and said, "Auntie, I want to practice too." She said, waving it in the air.

Yuan Liu frowned slightly, and then relaxed, saying: "A Lin, this is a bit hard."

"I'm not afraid." After saying that, Zhang Ailin stood in the arrow path involuntarily.

Yuan Liu hated a wayward child like Zhang Ailin, but she was not easy to preach on the surface.After all, she is Zhang Yeqiu's daughter.A girl has nothing to worry about.The one who really wants to please is Zhang Yeqiu.

Yuan Liu waved to the coach next to the training ground, and said in a commanding tone: "Please bring another pair of bows and arrows. Also, go and teach that girl."

The young coach couldn't say anything, he was full of dissatisfaction in his heart, and he had to smile apologetically.

After receiving so much tuition money from this powerful mother, no one else can say anything about how she disciplines her children.Besides, it's not that I haven't been persuaded, and I can't listen to it at all.

Just like that, under Yuan Liu's gaze.

She rubbed and crushed every hour of Meng Wenjun's training, wishing she could squeeze it all into one second.

She hates why there are only 24 hours in a day, hates why the sun rises so late and sets so early, hates that Meng Wenjun has worthless time for sleep and rest.

After standing for an hour, although Zhang Ailin's movements were not very standard, her arms were too trembling to lift up, and they were almost drooping at the sides of her body.

"A Lin, take a break." Yuan Liu said.

"Where is Ah Ding?" Zhang Ailin asked.

"Ah Ding doesn't need to rest yet."

After hearing this, Zhang Ailin gritted her teeth, stubbornly raised her arms, aimed straight at the bull's-eye, and said, "Then I don't want it either."

An unknown fire burned in Yuan Liu's heart.

She can't train Zhang Ailin excessively, and if she gets hurt, it's her responsibility and her fault.

With a dark face, Yuan Liu stared fixedly at Meng Wenjun's back, and said almost word for word: "Then Ah Ding should also rest for a while."

Meng Wenjun just put down his arm and was about to turn around.

Zhang Ailin hurriedly grabbed him and forced him to look at her, with his back to Yuan Liu, preventing him from seeing Yuan Liu's angry and ugly face.

She smiled and stretched out her hands, patted Meng Wenjun's eyes lightly, and said, "I can understand you."

Meng Wenjun showed doubts in his eyes.He didn't understand how Zhang Ailin knew he was exhausted.

"I'm with you, don't be afraid."

Zhang Ailin lowered her voice and secretly said to Meng Wenjun.