Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Lou Ying woke up.

The physical card has expired.He returned to his home.

He sat up briskly, flexed and stretched the arm that was pillowed by Chi Xiaochi in aftertaste, and then raised his hand to caress his lips. After confirming that the three mint-flavored kisses last night were not dreams, he punched hard in front of him. After holding it, I just lifted the quilt, went down to the floor in a happy mood, swept the floor and made the bed, then took the toiletries, cleaned myself up, took my schoolbag, and prepared to go out.

As soon as Lou Ying closed the door, as soon as he turned around, he saw Chi Xiaochi sitting on the back seat of his bicycle with one hand propped on the edge of the seat, his long legs folded casually, drinking the fresh milk taken out of the warehouse .

The days in summer are very long, and the morning light at six o'clock splashed on the boy's shoulders, reflecting his eastward side face brightly and gently.

Lou Ying looked at him, and gently closed the door. In front of him was the double silhouette of the boy and the young Chi Xiaochi.

When he was completely relaxed, the two people, who were 12 years apart and had similar facial features, were completely different individuals.

The corner of the young Chi Xiaochi's mouth is always slightly raised, and his body is filled with the unique purity and vitality of young people, while the young Chi Xiaochi is always lazy, and can decorate himself into a painting full of rich hormones anytime and anywhere, but he is Meticulous brushwork is dominant, but emotion is weak.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Chi Xiaochi raised his head with a straw in his mouth.

In an instant, the images of the two small pools merged together, and their eyebrows were raised together.

Chi Xiaochi tapped lightly with his index finger on the car seat: "Boss, take a ride."

He pointed to the milk and bread hanging on the handle of the car in small plastic bags: "...fare."

... The Xiaochi in the past and the Xiaochi now belong to only one Lou Ying.

Lou Ying put the schoolbag into the car basket, and dutifully lowered her head to check the condition of the tires.

Sitting on the side, Chi Xiaochi held his schoolbag, looked to the side, and said, "I'm full of anger, let's go."

Lou Ying really wanted to touch his head.

He kicked off the foot support: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I'm a second-class protected animal in the country, and I'm delicate." Chi Xiaochi said brazenly, "The floor at home is too rough, so I can't sleep."

Lou Ying gave a meek "um" and raised her hand to wipe the copper school badge on her right chest.

Lou Ying, Class One, Senior One.

He gently wiped the surface of the iron plate with the tip of his index finger, and rewritten the words on it.

...Lou Ying, the second level of the country.

He straightened the badge carefully, and grabbed the handlebar: "Come to sleep at my house tonight?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Let's see if your aunt and uncle come back."

Then there was a strange silence between those who were about to drive and those who were about to get in the car.

Chi Xiaochi looked at Lou Ying: "Why don't you leave? Did you lose the chain?"

Lou Ying didn't say a word, and looked down at her waist.

Chi Xiaochi grabbed the back seat tightly.

Lou Ying: "If you don't hold it, you will fall."

Chi Xiaochi said nonsense: "No, I have grown up."

The morning self-study for day students in the first high school is stipulated to start at seven o'clock, and in the second middle school where Chi Xiaochi is, the class teacher has already caught him late at the door of the classroom at [-]:[-], so Lou Ying decided to send Xiaochi off first.

The embarrassing scene where Chi Xiaochi was worried that he would push the front wheel of the bicycle up high did not appear, and Lou Ying rode the bicycle steadily, and there was no such thing as forcing the brakes halfway, causing him to fall on him or something. , which made Chi Xiaochi very disappointed.

After arriving at the destination, Lou Ying supported the ground with one leg, let Chi Xiaochi down, and at the same time asked considerately: "How is this passenger's ride experience?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "Except for Fei Xie, everything else is fine."

His legs were too long, and he couldn't meditate on the back seat of the bicycle. His feet were crossed and he was terribly tired, so he had to drag all the way and plow furrows along the road.

Looking at the traces left by himself, Chi Xiaochi felt an inexplicable sense of joy as a farmer's first time opening up wasteland.

Lou Ying looked at Chi Xiaochi's leg, which had no place to rest, and replied with a smile: "Okay, I will try to change the car as soon as possible."

Chi Xiaochi jumped out of the car and stomped his feet: "Change."

Lou Ying: "What kind of car do you like?"

Chi Xiaochi thought about it for a moment, and replied, "A cash transport vehicle."

Lou Ying smiled: "Got it."

Watching Chi Xiaochi enter the school, Lou Ying lay on the bicycle, recalling his few fragmented memories.

The back of the boy pushing the bicycle and walking lonely on the road overlapped and separated from the person in front of him.

Lou Ying bent down and gently stroked the bar of the bicycle under her body.

In his original world, this bicycle was completed bit by bit by himself.

He was about to ride the bike away when the long-lost and familiar radio noise suddenly came to his ears.

Lou Ying held her ears and frowned slightly.

After a while, he relaxed.

As soon as Chi Xiaochi sat down on his seat and took out his Chinese textbook, Lou Ying spoke in his mind: "Xiaochi, I have to go back to 'Evening Time'."

Chi Xiaochi: "Is there something wrong?"

"Good thing. It's a reward." Lou Ying smiled, "The general system just held a mid-year meeting, and Bai Anyi's case was a long-standing difficult and miscellaneous case, and no system dared to take it. Now that it's resolved, the general system has released an announcement to you." The commendation order is probably to reward you with some exchange value or rare props, not too much, it is always an honor. You are on a mission, so I have to go back and claim it."

At the end, Lou Ying added: "... someone will take over, don't worry."

Chi Xiaochi paused when he packed his stationery: "Who?"

Lou Ying replied: "089."

...as he expected.

The main god's small movements accelerated.

Without face-to-face observation, Lou Ying failed to notice Chi Xiaochi's mood swings well: "I have already told him not to talk to him. When we return to our world, we have plenty of time."

Chi Xiaochi responded casually: "Hmm."

Soon, 061 went offline and 089 went online.

Chi Xiaochi didn't expect that, apart from greeting him, 089 really didn't say a word, it was as quiet as if Lou Ying pasted a no-speaking card on his mouth before leaving.

But thanks to him being so quiet, Chi Xiaochi's current double-mouthed cross talk has not been promoted to group cross-talk.

The deskmate stepped into the classroom, and just as soon as he and Chi Xiaochi took a photo, they started fussing: "Damn, what's wrong with your face?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Mosquito bites."

At the same table: "What kind of mosquito is this, why don't you drag your family to eat at the buffet?"

He looked at Chi Xiaochi's face carefully: "Is it slapped by the electric mosquito swatter?"

Chi Xiaochi pushed him: "Go, go."

"Someone hit you?" asked the tablemate, "Did you get stalked by those little bastards asking for money?"

Chi Xiaochi decided to reveal a little secret to him appropriately: "No, my parents."

Deskmate: "Slapped with an electric mosquito swatter?"

Chi Xiaochi was amused: "Get lost."

The tablemate's face hurts: "Damn it, don't give it to me such a good face."

After a while, when Chi Xiaochi was reciting "List of Teachers", his deskmate came over again: "Are you serious? Your parents really hit you."

Chi Xiaochi: "Yes."

"Then the last time you injured your arm, it was said that it was pinched by the door panel..."

Seeing that Chi Xiaochi didn't speak, the tablemate also understood.

He scratched the back of his head, and his expression became a little serious: "Or, if your parents beat you again, you can come and live in my house. My house is quite big."

Naturally, Chi Xiaochi would not refuse this kindness for "Chi Xiaochi": "Thank you."

The deskmate who had been worried since just now smiled a little: "Good boy, call me dad."

Chi Xiaochi pushed his head into the book.

There are still two days before the holiday, and the hearts of the people have already dispersed in a mess.

Next to the No. [-] Middle School is an elementary school, and the radio has been adjusted since early in the morning, and the sound of the sound test is made from time to time.

When the students read in the morning, they were still a little bit energetic, and they raised their throats to fight against the thunderous sound of "Hey Hey".

As a result, as soon as the class bell rang here, the chemistry teacher stood on the stage, and the "Second Set of National Radio Gymnastics for Primary School Students, Young Eagles Take Off" began to be played over there.

The students looked back at the clock on the wall one after another, wondering whether it was God's manifestation, which made the time fast forward to the inter-class exercises.

But apparently, they were thinking a little too much.

Chi Xiaochi's deskmate turned his head dejectedly: "It's so early in the morning, why are you flying?"

Chi Xiaochi: "The early bird gets the worm."

The tablemate sighed deeply: "A bunch of little kids."

Chi Xiaochi's opinion is, big brother, if I remember correctly, you should have just been here for two years from there.

At the same table: "Two years is not a year."

Chi Xiaochi thought about it and thought it made sense, so he didn't refute him again.

The deskmate buried his head in the chemistry textbook for a while, then suddenly raised his head: "Oh, I remembered. When I went to school this morning, I saw a lot of parents coming from the next door. It seems that there is a summer sports meeting today."

The back seat heard it, and said in surprise: "Crazy. It's already July."

"Isn't it going to be the Olympic Games? I'm responding to the country's call and all the activities." Said the same table, "And I heard that they are holding a fun sports meeting. At the beginning, there will be a broadcasting exercise competition, and then there will be kangaroo jumping, two-person three-legged and so on. Yes. To put it bluntly, it’s just for fun.”

After everyone expressed their admiration for the little kids, they planned to return to reality and study at ease. Who would have thought that after the first time, the young eagles would soon take off for the second time.

Chi Xiaochi felt that something was wrong: "Their radio exercises should be done as a group, or one class at a time."

The deskmate: "...this father doesn't know either."

As it turns out, the latter is true.

Because they played the baby eagle take off ten times in a row, and they could still vaguely hear the radio, "Thank you for the wonderful performance of Class X in Year X".

After comparing his voice with the radio for a while, the chemistry teacher wisely chose to give up.

After a while, it seemed that the teacher of the school went to negotiate, and the volume of the broadcast was no longer so unscrupulous, but the hearts of the people who had been scattered into a pan of sand were now like flying dust.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, many students ran to the corridor, holding rolled up textbooks as loudspeakers, wrestling with the elementary school opposite.

Helpful.

"Student Lu XX, go to the inspection, your mother is waiting for you at the inspection office with two cans of Wangzai milk!"

"Student Lu XX, are you lost! The broadcast called you for 10 minutes!"

There are also those who make trouble in it.

"Five-spice sheep's trotters, marinated pig's trotters!"

"Take your hair! Keep your hair long!"

Chi Xiaochi opened the window, looking at the campus life that he had never seriously experienced.

Those heads shaved to the point of green stubble were leaning against the railing, bouncing and bouncing like black and white keys on a piano.

This is really a wonderful dream.

The tablemate was tired of shouting, returned to the seat and unscrewed the water glass, saw Chi Xiaochi looking out the window intently, kicked his ass: "What are you thinking?"

In the past, he would never have dared to do such an out-of-bounds action to this tablemate who didn't know whether he was shy or aloof. Firstly, he was not familiar with it, and secondly, he was afraid of being hacked by a girl.

It was rare for Chi Xiaochi to take advantage of the age of the second year of junior high school where illnesses would be easily forgotten and forgiven, and said, "Have you seen the outside?"

The deskmate nodded: "I see, they are all my sons."

Chi Xiaochi still tried to stay strong: "I thought of a song..."

The half sip of water that the tablemate just drank was not wasted at all, and all of it was greeted on Chi Xiaochi's back.

Chi Xiaochi: "...what are you doing?"

The deskmate wiped his mouth: "Sorry, I thought you were going to sing."

Chi Xiaochi: "What's wrong with me singing? Have you ever heard me sing?"

Deskmate: "That's not true. But at the New Year's party last year, we all experienced your erhu."

Chi Xiaochi didn't remember this incident for a long time. Looking through the memories of the original owner Chi Xiaochi, he remembered what happened to him.

At the New Year's Eve party half a year ago, their class played a small game of drawing cards.

In the first step, everyone writes the names of all the people in the class on small pieces of paper, gathers up the pile of small pieces of paper, and marks them as A.

The second step is to write small notes on all the places in the class, such as window sills, podiums, and desks, group them together, and mark them with B.

The third step is to write some postures on a small note, such as splits, handstand, duck squat, and close, labeled C.

The fourth step is to write the performance items on a small note, such as singing, dancing, playing the erhu, and putting them together, labeled D.

After scrambling all the notes of ABCD, the host will randomly draw a note from the four piles and spell out a complete sentence, and the person who is drawn must perform according to the instructions of the pieced together notes.

A total of ten people were drawn to perform, and Chi Xiaochi won the bid when he got the ninth one.

The content of the performance he got was rarely normal.

Chi Xiaochi, on the window sill, crossed his legs and played the erhu.

...It's better than the last unlucky guy splitting his arms and reciting on the podium and saying goodbye to Cambridge.

When Chi Xiaochi in elementary school was studying "Erquan Yingyue", he yearned for A Bing, and secretly made some strings with cotton and wool yarn. Playing with chopsticks, I feel that I have more experience than ordinary people.This time, for the New Year's Eve party, a female classmate brought the erhu at home. He had been coveting it for a while, but he didn't expect that his wish would come true, and he really won the erhu.

Before going on stage, he clasped his fist at everyone with pride and ambition: "You're making a fool of yourself."

At the end of the song, the half of the building he was in was completely silent.

The girl who brought the erhu was crying, and felt distressed to check her erhu, thinking it had been sawed off.

The next day, Chi Xiaochi was surrounded by the next class. Look, this is the violin player from yesterday who looked like a decoration.

The girls pointed at him and said, so cute.

Seeing the past self in his memory, Chi Xiaochi held back for a long time before he could speak: "I...that was the first time I played the erhu."

"Oh, you are playing the erhu." The deskmate said, "That erhu screams like you beat me."

Chi Xiaochi couldn't bear it any longer, he burst out laughing, the more he laughed, the lower he bent, lying on the table, unable to straighten his back at all, tears came out from laughing, the tablemate was quite puzzled.

The deskmate pushed his shoulder: "Hey, are you cramping?"

Chi Xiaochi shook his head, buried his face in his arms, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

When he was young, he had such a happy time.

Even he himself forgot.