Primary school scum

At this time, there were already many pedestrians stopping by the roadside. Although this is a high school, there are also many family members living in the classroom apartment. After hearing Yuan Li's words, they immediately became interested in this gossip, which is comparable to a family ethics drama. interested.

There were many people around talking about it, and there were not many people who were bought off by Yuan Li's mournful and pitiful expression.

"That's your fault."

Unmoved, Lou Heng glanced at her contemptuously, sneered coldly, and shook her hand away forcefully.

Seeing his resolutely leaving back, Yuan Li couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted: "Lou Heng, you're mentally abnormal, white-eyed wolf! When your grandparents died, did you shed a single tear? No!"

Lou Heng turned his head, his piercingly cold and stern eyes slashed across her heavily, then withdrew his eyes, and went straight to the pharmacy.

Feeling very angry, and it was not convenient to play naughty in front of the public, Yuan Li gritted her teeth angrily, helpless.

She turned around, pulled the car door hard, got in, and slammed the door to vent her anger.

Seeing that the two protagonists had left and there was no good show to watch, the onlookers all dispersed.

A pair of young lovers held hands and left crookedly, discussing the scene they had just seen.

"See, don't dislike me in the future, or your future son won't recognize you." The girl pinched her boyfriend fiercely and warned.

While comforting his girlfriend, the boy spat out sweet words and kept making promises.

……

Lou Heng bought the medicine and went back to the dormitory.

Walking all the way, thinking about a certain cute little fool, the hostility in his heart dissipated a lot.

Among Lou Heng's so-called blood relatives, his father only had his wife and young son, and his mother basically never met him.

Only grandparents really love him and have raised him for many years.

Several years ago, when Grandma Lou was about to die, she held the hands of her wife and her precious grandson tightly, and she cried.

"My dear grandson, you are already so old, don't cry."

She was breathing quickly, and had no strength to raise her hand, whispering softly.

Listening to grandma's words, Lou Heng, who was still very young at the funeral, swallowed tears and didn't let them drip to the ground.

Then, within a few years, Grandpa finally couldn't bear the loneliness of losing his wife, and his physical and mental exhaustion also passed away with Grandma Lou.

The difference from last time was that there was only the young Lou Heng squatting beside the bed this day.

Grandpa Lou has been a strong man since he was young, even if he is dying, there is no sign of dying.

With a serious look on his face, he tried to raise his hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of his grandson's eyes, and forcefully yelled out the last words of his life.

"At the funeral, don't cry! Don't let them look down on you."

The "them" in the words naturally refer to Lou's father and Yuan Li, a couple who love each other.

Beside the bed, Lou Heng couldn't stop the Grim Reaper, but nodded very seriously.

Later, he also abided by his grandfather's last words.

Even though Father Lou beat and scolded him because of this, he didn't shed a single tear.

In a daze, Lou Heng had already reached the door of the dormitory, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Ouyang on the bed.

Ouyang was so itchy that he quietly scratched his face while Lou Heng was away, which aggravated the allergic symptoms even more.

As soon as he looked up and saw that it was him, Ouyang immediately let go of his hand guiltily, and frowned deeply because of the itching on his face.

Seeing his small appearance, Lou Heng felt distressed, and walked forward quickly.

"Don't move, I'll rub the medicine on you."

After gently blowing on the scratched area, Lou Heng took out the ointment.

Sensing the warm breath on his face, Ouyang lowered his eyes, shrank back slightly, and muttered: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

"I'm coming, you can't see it."

Lou Heng looked directly at him, his tone was firm, and no objection was allowed.

As he spoke, a little ointment was already on his fingers, and he gently wiped it on Ouyang's face.

The cool and comfortable touch stimulated the itching, dissipating Ouyang's discomfort.

He couldn't help letting out a very low sigh, his eyebrows stretched out, and his face was full of satisfaction.

And Lou Heng was serving Ouyang seriously, and seeing his expression, he also jumped up with a touch of joy.

All in all, this is something that makes both parties happy.

After applying the medicine, Lou Heng looked at the little ointment left on his finger, and casually tapped it on the center of Ouyang's eyebrows.

The pure white ointment, contrasted with the light black eyebrows, is very interesting.

Lou Heng laughed softly, appreciating his masterpiece with satisfaction, and looked at Ouyang in wonder.

"What are you laughing at?" Ouyang turned over carefully, sat up, stared at him suspiciously, and asked.

Lou Heng stretched out his hand viciously, flicked his trembling eyelashes, and said solemnly: "I just applied the medicine, don't move around, lie down and rest."

Just as Ouyang lay down obediently, Yang You walked in.

But after a casual glance, he was startled, leaned over, and exclaimed in confusion: "Ouyang, what is that white thing on your face?"

After all, when Yang You was about to touch him, Lou Heng slapped him off.

"Ointment, don't touch it."

He hurriedly protected Ouyang and warned coldly.

Ouyang stretched out his hand, rubbed a little on his face, reached in front of Yang You, and said, "Here, let me show you."

Slightly squatting down, Yang You cheekily resisted Lou Heng's eyes, and examined carefully.

For two chatterboxes, they can chat with each other just by using ointment as an opening.

The effect of the ointment is more obvious. After applying the ointment for a week, the red spots on Ouyang's face have almost faded away, and he no longer feels any discomfort.

Lou Heng turned his face slightly, pretending to look at his allergies, his eyes flickered, feeling inexplicably regretful.

Next time, if you want Ouyang to lie down obediently, the chance of asking him to apply medicine (touch his face) will be rare.

……

During the Ching Ming Festival, the whole school was on holiday, and the students cheered endlessly.

During the three-day vacation, as a senior high school student with great study pressure, he was not blessed to enjoy it.

The name is: Decompression, some teachers of the school took all the senior high school students to the martyrs cemetery to sweep graves for public welfare.

On that day, early in the morning, they set off early, and the students formed teams according to their classes, and the order of the teams was determined by their height.

The head teacher Mr. Xu led the team, Lou Heng was at the end of the team, Ou Yang was at the head, and the other two in the dormitory were mixed in the middle.

The Martyrs Cemetery is located on the mountainside. Fortunately, because of government funding, this mountain road has been repaired to make it easier to walk.

After all, it is an uphill road, so it is not convenient to line up.

The director also allowed them to climb at will, but still ordered the class teachers to take good care of them.

Hearing what the director said, Lou Heng was naturally happy, and hurried forward to stand beside Ouyang.

This section of the uphill road was extremely long, and Ouyang gradually lost his strength as he climbed all the way.

Lou Heng followed him, stretched out his hand from time to time, and gave him a little push to help Ouyang.

Finally, we arrived at our destination—the Martyrs Cemetery.

They had no way to rest, and under the arrangement of the class teacher, they started their own work.

After working for several hours, the director gave an order and finally closed the team. Everyone was more or less tired.

Ouyang has always been weak in physical strength. Once he survived, his hands and feet were already weak, and he staggered when he walked.

All the teachers and students returned by the same route and had to walk down a long series of stone steps.

Because they were in a hurry to go back to eat, the team walked faster, and Ouyang walked in the front, so he had to speed up his pace.

When going down the stone steps, he stepped on the air, staggered and almost fell.

Although he stabilized his body, his left foot was sprained. Ouyang let out a low cry of pain, gritted his teeth and moved forward.

The team was rather chaotic, and his cry of pain was buried in the noisy voices and did not come out.

As soon as he raised his head, the teacher in front of him had already walked a long distance. Ouyang endured his foot injury and hurried to catch up.

It was rainy during the Qingming Festival, which happened to meet them.

Without warning, the sky suddenly darkened, and a shower of rain poured down.

The director commanded all the head teachers and led their respective teams to a small temple.

Temporarily got a place to hide from the rain, everyone stood, took a breath, and shook off the rainwater from their bodies.

Only then did he have time to spare, Ouyang squatted down, took off his shoes halfway to check, his left foot was already red and swollen.

As soon as he got the chance to leave the team, Lou Heng stepped forward quickly, just in time to catch a glimpse of the sprained half of his ankle.

He hurriedly squatted down, his eyes were full of unconcealable distress, and he said softly, "Did you twist it?"