paranoia

Song Wanzhou went to the primary school affiliated to the university where Song Kuanyu and his wife taught. First, it was close to home, and second, it was convenient to take care of them.

"Yangyang," Song Kuanyu patted Song Wanzhou's bulging schoolbag after going through the formalities, "Dad, let's go first, you will go to class with Teacher Li later, and wait for Dad at the door when school is over in the afternoon. Dad is here to pick you up."

Song Wanzhou nodded, and followed Li Min, the head teacher, with his schoolbag on his back, to the door of Class One, Class One.

Li Min asked Song Wanzhou to wait outside for a while, first went in and briefly explained that there was a new student in the class, and then he walked to the podium amid the applause of other students in the class.

It was Song Wanzhou's first time introducing himself in front of so many people, especially when everyone was staring at him, he was a little restrained, and said timidly, "Hi everyone, my name is Song Wanzhou, please take care of me in the future."

After the introduction, Li Min asked him to find an empty seat to sit down.

Song Wanzhou looked around on the podium, there were only two seats for him to sit in, the corner of the last row and the middle, he went to the last row without thinking.

He is not very good at dealing with his peers. He is worried that people will ask him about his family. He doesn't know how to explain it. It's better to sit in the last row and try to be quiet.

Song Wanzhou took out the plastic-wrapped bag and put it in a drawer.

The first class was Chinese class, and he had already previewed the whole book under Guan Zhiwen's guidance, so when Li Min asked him to get up and recite ancient poems, he could answer calmly.

When he stood up, he always felt that there was a line of sight on his right that was always looking at him.Until the end of get out of class, his only deskmate was still lying on the table, tilting his head and staring at him, frowning and saying: "Hey! You are not a poor student, why do you want to sit here?"

Seeing that Song Wanzhou didn't pay attention to him, he blushed and thumped the table angrily, saying displeasedly, "I'm calling you! Hey!"

Song Wanzhou took out the book he was going to use for the next class, and wrote his name neatly on it. He didn't want to talk to the unreasonable guy next to him, so he didn't even look at him: "Is there something wrong?"

The stubborn little boy has always had a lump in his heart since Song Wanzhou was sitting next to him, especially when he heard Song Wanzhou being whipped up by Li Min in his sleep just now. , the knots get bigger and bigger.

"I can't call you if I have nothing to do? You can memorize such difficult ancient poems, why do you sit in the exclusive seat of the last place! You know, I got out of there with great difficulty!"

"Why are you ignoring me again? Also, why didn't you ask my name!"

Song Wanzhou felt that his new deskmate was a bit like the kitten that my sister-in-law raised last month. Whenever my sister-in-law went to tease other cats, it would stamp its feet angrily and anxiously stomp on my sister-in-law's shoulders, asking her to take care of her. it.

Very arrogant.

"What's your name?"

Finally, when Song Wanzhou opened his mouth, the little boy's eyes glowed with excitement, and he said urgently: "Bai Yiyu! Bai Yiyu's white, Bai Yiyu's Yi, Bai Yiyu's feather! Just call me Ayu!"

Song Wanzhou nodded slightly, pursed his lips and said, "Got it."

"You don't want to ask something else?" Bai Yiyu sat up, put his hands on the desk, looked at Song Wanzhou's troubled face with burning eyes, thinking that he was going to ask if he could make a friend.

"What did you say?" Song Wanzhou wondered if his younger brother Song Jing would cry at home, and didn't listen carefully to Bai Yiyu's words.

"It's nothing!" Seeing that the other party didn't pay much attention to him, Bai Yiyu turned around and lay down on his stomach, unilaterally agreeing to the other party's 'friend application' in his heart.

Everyone went to the cafeteria to eat at noon, only Song Wanzhou and Bai Yiyu who was sleeping on their stomachs were left unmoved.

Song Wanzhou's meal card hadn't been processed yet, so he couldn't go to the cafeteria for consumption. He didn't know the rest of the class well, so he was a little embarrassed to sit and eat with them, so he bought a piece of bread for lunch at the canteen.

When he came back from the outside, Bai Yiyu was still sleeping on the desk in his usual position.

The small fair face was pressed sideways on the desk facing Song Wanzhou, the crystal clear saliva flowed down the corner of the slightly parted mouth onto the table, her cheeks were flushed, she seemed to be a little allergic, and she couldn't stop scratching in her sleep.

When Song Wanzhou poured cold mineral water on his face, Bai Yiyu shuddered and jumped up suddenly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"What are you doing!"

Song Wanzhou sat back on his seat, took a sip of the mineral water, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Bai Yiyu glanced at his watch, his face changed suddenly, he picked up the coat from the desk and ran outside.

Song Wanzhou thought he was going to eat, but before he finished eating the bread, he saw Bai Yiyu rushing in with a thermos bucket.

"It's a good thing I run fast," Bai Yiyu swallowed, and couldn't wait to open the lid of the thermos, his face full of excitement, "otherwise my lunch would be cold."

The smell of food came from the thermos, and Song Wanzhou, who was not full, couldn't help salivating.

Bai Yiyu ostentatiously carried the thermos bucket around in front of Song Wanzhou, then sat back on his seat, took out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the desk, and ate a piece of twice-cooked pork with happiness.

"Want to eat it?" Bai Yiyu had a lump of meatballs in his mouth, bulging, "My grandma made this for me, it's delicious, really."

Song Wanzhou watched Bai Yiyu eat helplessly, his stomach was already growling in rebellion.

"If you want to eat, you can make friends with me."

Song Wanzhou wondered what kind of request this was, but nodded anyway.

So the two became friends in this way, and Song Wanzhou also successfully ate the pissing meatballs and stir-fried twice-cooked pork made by Bai Yiyu's grandmother, and even took the initiative to take on the important task of rinsing the bowl.

After Song Wanzhou washed the thermos, the other students in the class also came back after eating, curiously looking at the two who had rapidly warmed up their relationship throughout the afternoon.

Song Wanzhou asked curiously, "Ah Yu, are they all afraid of you?"

Bai Yiyu dried his things and put them in his schoolbag. Hearing Song Wanzhou's question, his eyes changed, and he glanced blankly at the people who were looking at them, and said disdainfully, "Oh, hot chicken, I don't bother to play with them. I have friends now too!"

Song Wanzhou didn't understand what he meant, but just took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Bai Yiyu, asking him to wipe his mouth.

During class in the afternoon, Bai Yiyu suddenly tore a piece of paper from the draft book, wrote and drew, and threw it on Song Wanzhou's desk.

Song Wanzhou was nervous. It was the first time he received a small note. After looking around, he sneakily put it at the bottom and opened the note. It said: Wanzhou, how many people does your family have?

Song Wanzhou thought for a while, and sent him a note back: Dad, Mom, and Grandma have a younger brother.

Bai Yiyu's note quickly came back: "That's great, I only have one grandma."

Song Wanzhou couldn't go back because the math teacher caught them both and made Bai Yiyu stand behind for a class, saying that he was leading a new classmate again.

Song Wanzhou defended him, but it was useless, so he stood behind and attended class.

Bai Yiyu was very moved, and whispered, "Wanzhou, real brother, you will be part of my family from now on!"

Song Wanzhou nodded and agreed, Bai Yiyu was also his first friend, it was worth it.

The second class was the head teacher's class, Song Wanzhou didn't dare to make mistakes, and supervised Bai Yiyu not to doze off.

Li Min put away the lesson plans, looked at the little guys who were excited when they heard the bell after school, and said with a straight face: "Okay, today's class is over here. Don't patronize and play when you go home, remember to finish your homework." ,Did you hear that?"

Everyone was packing their schoolbags, waiting to go home, and excitedly replied: "I heard it!"

"Squad leader, stand up."

"Stand up," Yu Hang, the class monitor sitting in the first row, stood up abruptly, with a resonant voice, "Goodbye, teacher!"

"Wanzhou, are you going home directly?" Bai Yiyu picked up the schoolbag with the thermos bucket on his back, and after walking a few times, there was a ding-dong sound.

Song Wanzhou and Bai Yiyu walked side by side, and said happily, "Well, my father is here to pick me up."

"Then I'll leave later, I'm going to ask for the living expenses of my grandma and me for next month."

Before Song Wanzhou had time to ask, Bai Yiyu ran away.

There was a lot of traffic after school, so Song Wanzhou tried to stand in a conspicuous position, and soon saw the familiar license plate number.

"Wait in a hurry." Song Kuanyu took a plate of children's milk from the co-pilot and handed it to Song Wanzhou who was sitting in the back seat. "This is recommended by my father's colleague. It is said that it can grow your body. Yangyang is too thin, drink more." .”

There were four bottles on a plate, Song Wanzhou didn't finish it, he only drank one bottle, and he planned to leave the remaining three bottles for Song Jing who was waiting for him at home.

The younger brother is still young, so it is enough for the younger brother to drink.

Before the car stopped, Song Wanzhou saw a small figure running towards them in the courtyard.

After Song Wanzhou waited for the car to come to a complete stop, he immediately opened the car door, and was thrown into his arms by Song Jing who wobbled over.

"Does Xiaojing miss his brother?" Song Wanzhou unbuttoned his schoolbag, fearing that Song Jing would be caught.

"Think!" Song Jing spread his clenched hands mysteriously, "Look, brother, what is this!"

Song Wanzhou looked at Song Jingxiao's hands, which were black and sticky with sweat, and answered tentatively, "Seeds?"

"Sunflower! My brother's favorite sunflower!"

After Song Jing begged sunflower seeds from his grandma this morning, he squatted at the door and waited for Song Wanzhou to come back at noon. Said: "Isn't brother hungry? Why hasn't brother come back?"

After two or three cleansing of the food that he usually didn't like to eat, Song Jing went to the door and squatted until Song Wanzhou came back.

"Now Xiaojing's eyes are full of yang and yang, and he doesn't even look at his father. Dad is jealous, alas~"

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The last class was a class meeting. Li Min, the class teacher, asked everyone to write a diary after they went back, and hand it in the next day.

After returning home, Song Wanzhou sat at the desk and carefully recorded the happy things that happened throughout the day.

The excitement of receiving the new textbook, the friendliness of his classmates, the care Mr. Li took for him, Song Jing waiting for him at the door, and the sunflower seeds he held in his hand.

Finally, I added a sentence: "On the first day of school, I encountered trouble. The deskmate looked like a cat with fried fur. He wanted to be friends with me. I was a little happy, but he didn't say clearly what his name was. I had no choice but to call him 'Ayu' all the time."