damaged

After a long time, Zhang Ailin pressed the last piece of wood on the top before raising her head.

"Are there any other balls?" Zhang Ailin asked Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou shook his head.

Zhang Ailin immediately stood up and walked out of the classroom: "Wait for a while, I'll get one."

"How old is it? I'll help you find it too."

"Need not."

This sentence made Zhou Zhou, who had stood up, sit down on the stool again.Seeing Zhang Ailin's domineering appearance, Zhou Zhou didn't know what to say for a while.

She had never seen such a person herself.Zhang Ailin didn't care about other people's thoughts at all, and only kept thinking about what she wanted to do.

very nice.

Zhang Ailin hadn't walked a few steps before she went out, when she saw Meng Wenjun standing at the door waiting for her as before.

She went forward in two steps, Meng Wenjun also saw her, straightened up, and waved to her.

"Why don't you leave?" Zhang Ailin asked.

"Wait for you," Meng Wenjun said in a natural tone, "Why did you come out so late?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Ailin stretched out a finger to scratch her ear, remembering the whole story, she couldn't help showing embarrassment, and said, "It's a little troublesome."

"Then I wait for you."

Zhang Ailin raised her head and looked at Meng Wenjun's face strangely, with her usual gentle expression, she couldn't see anything unusual: "It will take a while."

"It's okay." Meng Wenjun smiled.

Zhang Ailin looked Meng Wenjun up and down for two or three times. Although she was muttering in her heart, she held back her words and walked towards the store next to the school.

"It's useless to ask any more."

Zhang Ailin muttered to herself while walking.

Meng Wenjun is serving Zhang Yeqiu, not for herself.

How many times did Zhang Ailin persuade herself to understand the truth.

She grew up with Meng Wenjun since she was a child, and they are like brothers.But the older they got, the relationship between them changed in a subtle way.

Zhang Ailin couldn't say it, but felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Ever since she had almost no communication with her father, everything about her was tinged with Meng Wenjun's shadow.

It was him who came to settle the dispute, he was the one who came to comfort herself, he was everywhere, and he was the only person she could see.

But he just watched.

like a dummy.

If it wasn't for the interest relationship between his parents, his smile would also be something invisible.

Right.

Suddenly, a green carport appeared in front of my eyes.The aunt who sells meals on a cart in front of the school always leaves late.She had just stepped into the car and was about to go.

The ungraspable things in her consciousness drove Zhang Ailin, stepped forward, and said:

"Sweet soy milk."

Meng Wenjun's favorite.

Watching her aunt get out of the car and pack neatly, Zhang Ailin felt endless humiliation in her heart.

Should not have bought it.

But I couldn't help it.

The only thing that came out of my mouth was: "Thank you, Auntie."

I went to bring steel balls of different sizes, and picked up the packed meals. When I came to the school gate again, Meng Wenjun had disappeared.

Just when Zhang Ailin thought that Meng Wenjun had left, Meng Wenjun came out from the guard booth and waved to her: "Here."

Meng Wenjun walked up in two or three steps, and said: "I told the uncle that you want to use the classroom. The uncle is a nice person, nodding his head happily, saying that you love to study." As he spoke, he smiled playfully.

Zhang Ailin picked up the bag in her hand and handed it to his chest: "Get lost."

Before Meng Wenjun could hold it firmly, Zhang Ailin let go, turned around and walked into the teaching building, almost letting the soybean milk fall to the ground.

Zhou Zhou sat in the classroom for a long time, staring at the watch hanging on the wall in front of the classroom.

Half an hour passed, and bits and pieces of anxiety rose in her heart.

It's just that this anxiety was immediately broken by Zhang Ailin who broke in.Even startled.

Zhang Ailin was holding something in both hands, and when she had no time, she slammed open the door that was concealed, and the door hit the wall with a loud noise.

Then, she put the lunch box in her hand on the table next to her and said, "I bought some rice. You can eat first."

"No, no, you come first, I'm not too hungry, let me polish it." Zhou Zhou quickly waved his hands and refused.

Without saying anything, Zhang Ailin took out five steel balls of different sizes from her pocket, put them on the table, sat on the chair just now, and began to compare the sizes.

He said he was helping, but in Zhang Ailin's hands, Zhou Zhou didn't even have a chance to touch her.

Only two things can be done.Sitting, staring dumbfounded.

"Gu..."

Zhou Zhou's stomach groaned.

Zhang Ailin picked out a slender nail, put her fingers on the tail of the nail, and kept her eyes on the top without looking at her. She said softly, "Go and eat first. Don't leave it for me, I won't eat it."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhou also knew that he should not refuse any more. He sat on the table next to him, and while eating, he looked towards Zhang Ailin from time to time.

The chain in Zhang Ailin's hand gave off a metallic luster under the light.

Zhou Zhou recognized that it was Xiaohua's.

It made crisp sounds from time to time as Zhang Ailin's movements changed.But inadvertently set off her.

If it weren't for the bracelet, the person in front of him and his embarrassed appearance in the rain not long ago would not be superimposed.

a long time.

"All right."

Zhang Ailin's words brought Zhou Zhou back to his senses.

In the model on the table, the ball goes through the center of the block.seven times.

seven times? !

It is not easy for their group to do it three times.

"Have you done this before?" Zhou Zhou asked.

"Hmm. Isn't this called swinging?" Zhang Ailin fiddled with the steel ball hanging from the top with her fingers.

Zhou Zhou didn't expect Zhang Ailin to ask her: "This is an assignment assigned by the physics teacher. I didn't tell us the name. Did you do it when you were studying physics?"

"Yes." Zhang Ailin agreed.

Jiangman is all on his mind.

Jiang Man has loved tinkering with these gadgets since he was a child.At first she felt bored, Jiang Man insisted on pulling her along.

It's also interesting to say, how can two people be so happy doing these boring things together.

The pointer in the classroom showed that it was almost nine o'clock.

"Thank you so much today, I have troubled you for so long..."

What Zhou Zhou was thinking was obviously not these things, but he couldn't help saying it in such a polite way.

"Let's go." Before Zhou Zhou finished speaking, Zhang Ailin spit out these two words quickly, then stood up again, and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Not procrastinating, calm as if the past few hours never happened.

Originally, we wanted to go out together.

But he said a lot of useless words.

Zhou Zhou took two steps forward and tapped the steel ball hanging on the top with his fingers.There is still residual warmth from Zhang Ailin's palm on it.

Perhaps Zhou Zhou himself didn't realize that the curiosity in his heart was driving him to deviate from his original life crazily and irresistibly.

The sky outside the window was completely dark, with some stars buried, and the moon hiding behind the clouds.

The night forced the lights in the school to turn on, hitting Zhang Ailin's body and Meng Wenjun's eyes.

The two stood face to face at the school gate.

"Let's go." Meng Wenjun said.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ailin asked.

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly, without saying anything more.Meng Wenjun walked in front, and Zhang Ailin followed behind him.

The early summer is still quite gentle, and at night, there are gusts of delicate wind, with some faint coolness.

For some reason, tonight, there were very few vehicles on the road, and pedestrians lined up on the side of the road, taking a leisurely stroll.

The bright yellow lights of the street lights are connected together, reaching the end of the road, the opposite bank that cannot be seen from the other side of the road.

They came to a place where the lights were feasting, and colorful signs flashed on the high-rise buildings.

Meng Wenjun stopped, looked up, and said, "Remember this?"

Zhang Ailin glanced at him, followed his line of sight, looked up, all the modern buildings, the top of the building, and the black sky were angularly divided.

"What?" she asked.

Meng Wenjun looked at her with a gentle smile on his face: "You don't remember this place. You cried so loudly in the amusement park where we first met."

That amusement park.It was demolished and rebuilt a few years ago.All traces have now been erased.

"You still said it. You cried a lot." Zhang Ailin countered.

It was Zhang Ailin who insisted on dragging Meng Wenjun to fly around in the air car. Meng Wenjun was pushed out by his mother and went up with her. The two of them were scared out of their wits.

"I'll beat you to death, the merry-go-round is sweet, you have to play that." Meng Wenjun raised his hand, pretending to hit.

Zhang Ailin subconsciously raised her hand to block: "You are really a man." Seeing that he didn't intend to hit him down, in the gap between his words, she stepped on his foot and immediately bounced away.

"My new shoes?!" Meng Wenjun shouted.

Zhang Ailin had already run away, looking at him with a smile not far away.

Meng Wenjun rushed to catch up with her in three steps and two steps, and stomped on her foot. Zhang Ailin reacted and twitched her foot, causing Meng Wenjun to miss her.

Then, Zhang Ailin followed Meng Wenjun's movement and stepped on the raised leg of Meng Wenjun's just dropped foot.

"I'll kill you!" Meng Wenjun yelled again.

It didn't take long for the two of them to play together, laughing and laughing all over the land they passed.

They chased all the way, drove all the way, played all the way, and laughed all the way.

Zhang Ailin was so tired that she bent down and panted heavily: "Don't. Admit defeat."

Meng Wenjun also stopped, pulled the corner of his T-shirt, wiped the sweat off his face, and said, "I've made progress."

"Accepted." Zhang Ailin cupped her hands in the direction of Meng Wenjun, then sat down on the lawn and lay down again.

Meng Wenjun stepped forward, stretched out his foot and kicked her arm: "Aren't you destroying the lawn?"

Zhang Ailin patted the place next to her and motioned for Meng Wenjun to lie down too.

"Dirty." Meng Wenjun said.

"It's soft."

"That's dirty too."

"Try." Zhang Ailin asked again after thumping twice.

Meng Wenjun hesitated for a moment, then simply followed Zhang Ailin and lay down on the grass.

"Are you comfortable?" Zhang Ailin asked.

"Okay."

Zhang Ailin looked up and saw a few shining stars in the sky, pointed to the one in the east, and said to Meng Wenjun: "There are still stars in this year. Look over there."

Meng Wenjun looked over and said, "It's available in every month and every day. It's just that you can't see it yourself."

"I remember when I was a child, there are many."

"Yes. The river wasn't so smelly when I was a child." As he spoke, Meng Wenjun pinched his nose.Standing was fine, but when he got down, he felt the stench of the river beside him sweeping in all directions.

Zhang Ailin laughed and said, "We're still fishing."

"Yes, I can see one a day on average. It's tanned."

"Hey, why do you get whiter when you grow older?"

"This is the chosen one." Meng Wenjun folded his arms behind his head and said.

"The Allied Forces of the Eight Nations can't break your face."

"Are you talking again?"

"Wrong brother."

A foul-smelling creek kept emitting an unbearable smell into the air. The two of them lay on the potholed lawn beside them, kept driving away the mosquitoes that crawled up their bodies, and looked at the dark sky above their heads. Big, from the east to the west, everything from the north to the south, has been said all over the place.

Meng Wenjun felt a burst of relief that he hadn't felt for a long time, without worries, lying in the grass, every cell in his body could believe everything around him.

Everything is really, really, really visible.

He begged in his heart that this moment could last forever, but his reason told him that it was late at night and it was time to go home.

"Go home." Meng Wenjun stood up and pulled Zhang Ailin up as well.

After Zhang Ailin stood up, she subconsciously patted the grass clippings on Meng Wenjun's back.

Every pounce she made was like a knife, piercing into his heart and cutting him.

She was the nicest, kindest person he had ever met in the world.He didn't want to lie to her, couldn't bear to lie to her, but he had to.

Meng Wenjun deliberately ignored her kindness and deliberately drew a line with her.

But she squeezed in from invisible places in all directions, carrying warmth.

Meng Wenjun couldn't ignore every time Zhang Ailin went to press his floor button first, couldn't deliberately ignore the sweet soy milk she brought every time, couldn't realize that she beat him to remove the dust first.

How he wished she wasn't so nice.

Don't be so nice to him.

"You are really double-sided tape, all the dirty things in the world are stuck to you." Zhang Ailin stood up and turned to Meng Wenjun.

Suddenly, she looked up and saw Meng Wenjun's slightly red eyes.

"Fuck me? Why are you crying?" Zhang Ailin couldn't help swearing out of fear.

Meng Wenjun raised his hand and slapped Zhang Ailin on the back of the head: "What are you thinking about? There are sand in your eyes."

It was another fight along the way, the two entered the elevator, Zhang Ailin still kept the old habit, first pressed 28, and then pressed twelve.

Standing behind Zhang Ailin, Meng Wenjun suddenly stretched out his fist and hammered her on the shoulder.

"No matter what happens, it will pass in the end."

Zhang Ailin turned her head and saw that Meng Wenjun was a little depressed.

"Good," she said.

The elevator door opened, and she went down, took out the key and opened the door of the house, only to realize that there was indeed something serious.

The lights were on in the room, the pair of blue high-heeled shoes were still at the door, and the strong and choking fragrance was still in the air. Compared with a few days ago, nothing seemed to have changed.

The only thing that has changed is the new framed family portrait that hangs directly above the living room.

In that photo was Zhang Ailin's father and two other people she didn't know.