The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

When it was approaching twelve o'clock, firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the house. An Sheng was not woken up, but was jerked awake by Jiang Yingyu's arm.

"..." An Sheng rubbed his chin, which had just suffered an innocent disaster, and asked him, "Do you want me to find you earplugs?"

Jiang Yingyu is afraid of firecrackers, especially.

Before the meal, Xiang Heng's father had set a cannon in the yard, and Jiang Yingyu was sitting next to him, and his hand almost twisted the meat off his thigh.

Now blow it up outside, and Jiang Yingyu will follow suit.

"...It's okay, I'm sick." Jiang Yingyu trembled as soon as he finished speaking.

An Sheng was silent for two seconds, then suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the desk to search.

It took him a while to come back, with some doubts: "It's gone, maybe it was taken by that kid Xiang Heng to play with."

Now I really have to keep even the root hair, just afraid that one day I will suddenly need to use it.

When you are about to use it, you can't find it, and when you don't use it, it takes up a lot of space.

"Well, try covering my ears." Jiang Yingyu said.

An Sheng reached out to cover his ears for him, and asked him, "Is that so?"

Jiang Yingyu hummed, An Sheng laughed, and said to him: "It's useless, can't you still hear me, my hand is not airtight."

What if his fingers don't stay together for a while.

"It's just the reaction in my body's memory. I'm not afraid now, just cover it," Jiang Yingyu said, "Why don't you chat with me to distract yourself?"

When it comes to chatting, An Sheng really can't find anything to talk about at this moment, and he is afraid that Jiang Yingyu doesn't want to talk about what he wants to talk about.

After a while he said: "Why are you afraid of firecrackers? All men, women and children here like them very much. I used to like to play."

Spend a few dollars to buy a box, there are several kinds in it, two small flowers, which may be finished in less than 30 seconds, and there are also throwing guns, which is quite fun.

"It's not that I'm afraid..." Jiang Yingyu paused, then took a deep breath and said, "When I was young, my younger brother threw a firecracker to me and it just hit my eyebrows, almost blowing my eyes and casting shadows. "

Thinking about it now, it wasn’t really a big deal, but it was quite young at the time, and there were no adults at home. He still remembered that Jiang Yinglang was crying as if he was dead. In fact, it didn’t hurt much, it just felt hot. His eyes were too swollen to open, and he didn't know where the blood came from at that moment, and it covered his face.

He remembered that he didn't shout or shout, but calmly asked Jiang Yinglang to take him to the hospital.

An Sheng frowned and touched his eyelids, before touching twice, Jiang Yingyu pointed to the other eye and said, "It's this one."

"Oh." An Sheng laughed suddenly, "I'm sorry, I touched the wrong one."

Jiang Yingyu also laughed and called him an idiot.

After a while, An Sheng asked suddenly: "Then your brother must have been beaten badly by you..."

According to Jiang Yingyu's violent temper, he must be beaten until his mother doesn't even know him, An Sheng thought.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yingyu said: "No, I was dependent on him at that time, so I wouldn't be willing to beat him up."

Besides, he also knew that kid didn't do it on purpose.

"Oh." An Sheng responded, this was the first time Jiang Yingyu mentioned his family in front of him, it sounded like... not what he imagined.

At least, not happy.

After the Chinese New Year, it will not be too far to leave school. On the day before the start of school, An Sheng and Jiang Yingyu were still desperately rushing to catch up with their homework, and Xiang sat on the side with a gloating expression on his face.

When the two were busy, Zhao Wen called, but An Sheng still hadn't connected, so he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jiang Yingyu who was sitting next to him, Jiang Yingyu couldn't help laughing.

"I guess, he asked you to copy the homework." Jiang Yingyu said while turning his pen.

An Sheng curled his lips and connected the phone.

"Hey! Anzi, have you finished your homework?" Zhao Wen said in a rather anxious tone.

"No." An Sheng said.

It really made this kid guess right.

In what year did he finish his homework?

Can't do it by myself, copy the answers... When old Liu didn't tear up all the answers in their workbooks before sending them out?

Zhao Wen obviously didn't believe what he said: "No, isn't Jiang Xueba living next to your house, and didn't drive you to do some homework?"

An Sheng laughed amusedly at his words, and almost laughed out of his tracheitis.

He said, "What do you think!"

He said why Zhao Wen suddenly wanted to ask him to copy homework, so it was because of this.

He wanted to write it a few days ago, but he didn't finish it.

"I don't believe it, you tell me Jiang Yingyu's phone number, and I ask him, it's urgent!" Zhao Wen said.

An Sheng sighed and said, "He's doing homework next to me, okay, I'll give him the phone and you can ask yourself."

An Sheng handed the phone to Jiang Yingyu with a distressed look on his face.

It looks like he's going to stay up all night.

Jiang Yingyu answered the phone, heard Zhao Wen's pitiful tone, and said directly: "I'll finish it right away, come tomorrow and copy it early."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yingyu returned the phone to An Sheng.

An Sheng looked at him: "When did you finish it?"

Didn't this person start writing at the same time as him?

Jiang Yingyu slowly put the cap on the pen, and said proudly: "Sorry, I only have a few papers, I don't need to do the exercise book."

An Sheng glanced at the papers he had put aside, and suddenly realized that what the teacher said, as long as you pass the subjects, you don't need to write exercise books...

Ouch he fucked it!

After realizing it, An Sheng also followed suit, and pushed his exercise book in front of Jiang Yingyu: "Then help me do it."

Jiang Yingyu took An Sheng's workbook and said, "Call me Dad."

"..." Xiang Heng stood aside for a moment.

An Sheng glanced at Xiang Heng who was nibbling sugar cane next to him, and said in a low voice, "There are still children here! Be careful of the influence."

"He doesn't understand." Jiang Yingyu said, turning the exercise book with his fingertips.

An Sheng didn't expect Jiang Yingyu not only to turn pens well, but also to turn books easily, and he would turn almost anything in his hand.

Hearing what he said, An Sheng had no choice but to say to Heng: "Xiang Heng, go downstairs and eat, don't disturb my uncle's homework."

Xiang Heng went downstairs with his sugarcane in a daze.

"..." Jiang Yingyu looked at the door locked by Xiang Heng, stopped turning the book, raised his mouth and kissed An Sheng on the mouth, "You really know how to bully children."

An Sheng put another exercise book in his schoolbag in front of Jiang Yingyu again, "You will really take the opportunity to moleste me."

The next day, when the two came to the classroom, there was a row of students copying their homework with their heads buried in the door.

"The fat man hasn't come yet." Putting the schoolbag on the table, An Sheng scanned it around to make sure that Zhao Wen hadn't come yet.

Jiang Yingyu continued to stuff the bread into his mouth, and then took a paper from his schoolbag and held it in his hand.

"Why are you going?" An Sheng looked at Jiang Yingyu who was about to leave with the test paper, still a little dazed.

As a result, Jiang Yingyu had no time to speak at the moment, his mouth was full.

He waved at An Sheng with the paper, and walked to Wu Zhe's desk without looking back.

"Thank you." Wu Zhe took the paper and smiled at Jiang Yingyu, "I'll just take a look."

Jiang Yingyu nodded, opened the mint water in his hand and took a few sips before taking a sharp breath.

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhe asked him.

Jiang Yingyu shook his head and said, "I choked on bread just now, it's okay."

I came too early today, and I couldn't even eat a hot bowl.

Wu Zhe didn't look at it for long, and after reading the next few big questions, he returned the paper to him, and Jiang Yingyu came back with the paper.

Just halfway there, Zhao Wenzheng walked towards him blushing and panting non-stop. With such a sudden pounce, he thought Zhao Wen was about to burp.

"Oh, I'm exhausted." Zhao Wen patted his chest and took a few breaths, took a few sips of water from Jiang Yingyu's hand, then patted Jiang Yingyu's shoulder and said, "Thank you."

After speaking, he went straight to An Sheng who was staring at Jiang Yingyu at the moment.

Jiang Yingyu glanced at the peppermint water that Zhao Wen had already drunk, and after thinking for two seconds, he went to the trash can and threw it in...

It's really not that An Sheng dislikes him, why can't he just wipe off that big snot? Fuck it!

When he got to his seat, An Sheng had already given Zhao Wen all the workbooks, and Zhao Wen was sitting in front of them copying them vigorously.

"He didn't write a word, did he?" Jiang Yingyu looked at An Sheng and asked.

An Sheng nodded.

Jiang Yingyu watched Zhao Wen sniff his nose and was about to shrug his shoulders, suddenly didn't know what to say.

Awesome.

This heart is bigger than his.

But just as he was about to start class, he once again witnessed how awesome Zhao Wen was.

He finished writing, no, he finished copying.

Just for an hour and a half.

Zhao Wen happily explained to him that he was taking the essence and discarding the dross.

have to!An awesome person naturally has his awesomeness, Jiang Yingyu is no longer too entangled.

"In the past, I was the same as him. We only came to school to catch up." An Sheng leaned against the wall and said.

This was the first time he sat in it, last semester was full of Jiang Yingyu bullies.

Jiang Yingyu glanced at An Sheng, and accidentally saw the pendant on An Sheng's neck falling out of his inner clothes, and he reached out his hand for An Sheng to put it in his clothes again.

"..." An Sheng glanced at Wu Zhe who happened to turn his head. Jiang Yingyu saw that his eyes were wrong, and looked in that direction. Wu Zhe had already turned his head.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yingyu asked.

An Sheng shook his head, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar: "It's nothing."

Today's first class was not Liu Qiang's, but he still came to take all their homework back into the office. Some people even yelled and dragged their workbooks away, but they didn't yell at him to death.

The weather for the start of school today is pretty good, not too cold, but not too warm.

When doing exercises between classes, Jiang Yingyu was still the one who did the most serious work in the class, and An Sheng didn't pull him anymore, he could dance as he wanted, lively, wasn't he?

In the second semester of the second year of high school, Liu Qiang asked them if they felt nervous. After all, after half a semester, they will be the third year of high school. Jiang Yingyu looked at An Sheng and asked him: "What about you, are you nervous?"

Unexpectedly, An Sheng looked at him and said with a smile: "With you here, why am I nervous."

The author has something to say:

I have something to do today, it's a bit late, and I will update it tomorrow, sorry.