damaged

After that day, Chen Zhan never took the initiative to look for Zhou Zhou again.

"Fortunately." Zhou Zhou looked at the handwriting left by Chen Zhan on her book, and she wanted to write it down arbitrarily, writing her own name next to Zhou Zhou's.

It's like branding.

A semester passed like this.Time passed by so fast, and the time passed by, without even having time to savor the life, the leaves of the poplar trees planted in front of the teaching building were green and yellow, and now they have completely withered, except for a few solitary leaves that still refused to fall, hanging sporadically on the On the branches, trembling in the north wind.

Zhou Zhou put the last book into his schoolbag.

Just then Zhang Ailin came over and said softly, "Let's go?"

Zhou Zhou raised his head with a smile and nodded slowly.

Zhang Ailin stretched out her hand smoothly, picked up Zhou Zhou's box on the ground, which was neatly filled with books, stood up neatly, and weighed it twice: "It's not light."

Zhou Zhou poked his head over from behind the cardboard box and said jokingly, "If it's too heavy, I'll come?"

"Need not."

Zhou Zhou chuckled again, looking at the back of Zhang Ailin turning away with the huge cardboard box in her arms, feeling in her heart that even in winter, it is not cold.

The two were walking side by side on the road. Zhou Zhou stuck out his fingers from his cuffs, trying to lead Zhang Ailin by the corner of her clothes.

Zhang Ailin lowered her head and saw Zhou Zhou's red hands, her tone was full of worry, with a little reproach: "Hands are red with cold."

Zhou Zhou curled his lips, but stubbornly took the bigger part of her jacket: "What's the matter? You won't let me hold your hands, and now you won't even let me hold your clothes?"

Zhang Ailin shook the cardboard box in her hand again, the books inside collided with each other, and she said: "Don't look at who it is, don't hold me!"

Zhou Zhou giggled, clenched the hem of his clothes even tighter, and spit out a cloud of white mist in the air: "It turns out that Arlene blames me so much in her heart!"

Zhang Ailin sighed, and white smoke condensed in the air, with a helpless expression on her face: "Forget it, I will never be able to speak against you."

The smile on Zhou Zhou's face grew stronger: "Forever?"

"Forever. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, I have always been bullied by you." Zhang Ailin raised her head and looked at the road ahead.

"It would have been nice if Arlene had said so earlier." Zhou Zhou tucked her hands into her sleeves and obeyed Zhang Ailin's request, but her hands were still hanging on Zhang Ailin's side, unwilling to let go.

Zhang Ailin laughed: "Okay, next time I will speak earlier."

"Yes, it should be earlier," Zhou Zhou echoed, then turned to see the potholes on the road ahead, and reminded, "A Lin, pay attention to your feet, there is a big pothole."

"I can't see it." The box in her arms blocked Zhang Ailin's sight firmly.

Zhou Zhou reached up and took her arm, gently led her around the pothole on the road, then looked up at the bus stop not far away, and said: "The bus stop is in front, Arlene put me there good."

But Zhang Ailin refused without hesitation: "No."

"Why not?" Zhou Zhou looked at Zhang Ailin and muttered softly.

"too heavy."

"You underestimate me too much. I can't move it by myself." Zhou Zhou argued hastily.

Before Zhang Ailin could answer, the bus that Zhou Zhou was supposed to be waiting for suddenly appeared at the corner of the intersection and was about to stop soon. Zhou Zhou pointed at the bus and said hastily, "Here we come!"

This sound made Zhang Ailin anxious: "Ah?"

Looking at the short distance ahead, Zhou Zhou said, "Forget it, we won't be able to catch up."

"What? You always say you'll have to wait a long time, let's hurry up!"

As she spoke, Zhang Ailin kept running with the heavy box in her arms, not forgetting to turn her head awkwardly to look at Zhou Zhou behind her.

Finally, the two rushed to the moment when the car door was about to close.

The driver looked at the two of them and opened the door again.

Zhang Ailin struggled to carry the box and sat down, and Zhou Zhou also sat beside her. The two chose a seat by the window, and the shadow of the roadside lights was reflected on the window beside them.

Zhang Ailin turned her head and looked out the window.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Zhou also followed Zhang Ailin's gaze, only seeing the continuous flow of vehicles.

"Winter is here, and the days have become so short. The sky was bright just now, but now it's dark." Zhang Ailin said, looking up at the sky.

Zhou Zhou leaned on Zhang Ailin's shoulders, wrapped his arms around her arms, felt the chill in the air stained by her coat, and unconsciously had a happy smile on his face: "Yes, we will slowly Watching it get dark."

Zhang Ailin shrank down, worried that the bones on her shoulders would hurt her.

Zhou Zhou also moved her body tacitly. She understood Arlene's intentions, her eyes were gently closed, and her consciousness was blurred by the humming of the vehicle engine.

Hearing Zhou Zhou's even breathing, Zhang Ailin didn't dare to move for fear of disturbing her drowsiness. Enduring the numbness on her shoulders, she followed the window and looked at the flashing picture outside.

The shops lined up along the street were almost all lit up, and all kinds of shop signs fluctuated up and down in front of her eyes, just like the vehicle that sometimes overtook and sometimes lagged behind, sometimes it was black, sometimes it was black. Red, more often white, they all run together under the light of this street lamp.

The temperature this winter is much lower than in previous years.

But this winter was the warmest winter she had ever lived.

With Zhou Zhou by her side day and night, everything became better, everything gradually became clearer, and all logic became smoother. Her world was no longer chaotic, but gradually became orderly. .

The relationship with Zhang Yeqiu miraculously eased.

Although the two of them are still facing each other coldly and haven't said a word for a long time, they are still not the same as before.

If there is any reason, Zhang Ailin thought for a long time, and finally got an answer.

Probably she didn't care about him that much.

Because I didn't care so much, my expectations were never as high as before.

I can't say it, lightly.

Following Zhang Yeqiu's train of thought, Meng Wenjun's face gradually appeared in Zhang Ailin's mind.

"Speaking of which, I haven't contacted him for several days." Zhang Ailin said in her heart.

For some reason, the relationship between Zhang Yeqiu and Meng Wenjun seemed to be further estranged, at least Meng Wenjun came to his home to talk face to face with Zhang Yeqiu, less and less.

"Ah Ding." Zhang Ailin couldn't help but read out loud.

Zhou Zhou who was leaning on her body moved slightly, and Arlene looked down: "Are you awake?"

Zhou Zhou got up from her body, stretched, and yawned: "My whole body hurts."

Looking at her side face, Zhang Ailin gently rubbed her sore shoulders: "You are too tired at the end of the latest semester."

"The end of term is finally over." Zhou Zhou suddenly turned his head and said with a smile.

Zhang Ailin hurriedly put down her hand on her shoulder, accidentally knocked against the chair in front of her, made a crisp sound, and hurriedly covered it up: "Yes, it's good that it's over."

Zhou Zhou pretended not to see Zhang Ailin's actions: "Alin will not disappoint Teacher Wang Bing this time, right?"

"It seems pretty good."

Zhou Zhou's eyes sparkled, and he asked quickly, "I forgot to ask about Arlene's grades, please tell me!"

"Wang Bing said...it seems to be the eighth?"

After speaking, Zhang Ailin saw the surprised expression on Zhou Zhou's face, and said quickly: "What's wrong? Did I disappoint you...I'm sorry..."

Zhou Zhou quickly smiled and shook his head, full of joy: "No, no, no, no!! I'm so happy! The thought I spent on Arlene was finally not in vain!"

In order to help Zhang Ailin improve her homework, Zhou Zhou even put aside her part-time job after school.

Hearing Zhang Ailin's rapid progress, Zhou Zhou was ecstatic.

"If that's the case, isn't it impossible for two people to be in the same university...?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhou happily greeted the stranger next to him when he got off the car, which surprised him.

Zhang Ailin was still holding the heavy box in her arms, and followed Zhou Zhou's brisk steps with all her might.

The two finally came downstairs to Zhou Zhou's house talking and laughing.

"Okay, give it to me."

As soon as Zhou Zhou stretched out his hand to pick it up, Zhang Ailin had already set off and walked in: "Would you like to go in here?"

Zhou Zhou froze for a moment, and asked, "Does Arlene want to go in?"

Zhang Ailin couldn't hear clearly, and asked again: "Are you going in here?"

These words sounded affirmative to Zhou Zhou's ears, so she hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "Okay." Walking in front of Zhang Ailin, she led her in.

Walk through a building, take an elevator, and stand in front of a familiar home.

Although this road has been walked countless times, it has become so strange to Zhou Zhou today, and the surrounding air seems to have changed.

After careful identification, I realized that it was Arlene's pleasant fragrance.

Originally, she just didn't want Zhou Zhou to walk alone with heavy objects, but since she sent Zhou Zhou home, Zhang Ailin thought that she had completed the task.

She put Zhou Zhou's box full of books on the ground, and it collided with the floor loudly.

Only then did she have time to wipe the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand: "Okay, I'll take you home."

Just when Zhou Zhou was about to say something, the door behind him was pushed open, and Wei Chan's voice sounded: "Is my baby back?"

She was wearing a turquoise blown nightdress, her hair was simply combed behind her, and she had a smile on her face, but when she saw Zhang Ailin, her smile was a little surprised: "Is this Zhou Zhou your classmate? "As he said, his eyes fell on Zhou Zhou, which was a signal of inquiry.

Zhou Zhou nodded, feeling uneasy: "This is Arlene."

Her name was deliberately withheld.

"A Lin...?" Wei Chan recited silently, thinking about the impression of the name in her mind, and writing it on her face.

"Zhang Ailin." Before Zhou Zhou could speak, Zhang Ailin spoke by herself.

She looked at Wei Chan, inexplicably resisting this kind-hearted aunt in front of her, but she couldn't tell the reason.

Wei Chan laughed, and hurriedly greeted the two of them to enter the door: "Yeah, it's Arlene. I often hear Zhou Zhou mention your name. Come in and rest. Auntie is cooking for you."

"Okay." Zhang Ailin agreed simply and neatly.

Not to mention Zhou Zhou, Wei Chan was as surprised as she was.

Why can't you hear what polite words are?

Just as Wei Chan took a step back, Zhang Ailin had already stepped into the threshold, and Zhou Zhou beside her was flustered.

"Aileen, what are you thinking?"