She was not a fool, she could naturally see the irony in his eyes, but she was still sure.

Pan Siyi looked at Song Xiu and then at Lu Zhiyao, there was tension between the two, no one would let anyone, he didn't dare to interject.

"Good. After a while, Song Xiu took a step back first.

Lu Zhiyao let out a breath, but he didn't think about it, Song Xiu sneered, and said: "Go, I'll go too, I want to see how important your matter is." ”

Did you really put yourself in the role of a teacher?

Lu Zhiyao wanted to get angry, but he didn't want to make the relationship too tense on the first day of acquaintance, so he could only grit his teeth silently. She closed the curtains, sat down, and angrily scratched the paper with a pen.

Pan Siyi couldn't see what was going on inside, scratched his head stupidly, turned over and went into the house to change clothes.

Lu Daqing went out before two o'clock, he was originally to receive Song Xiu in person, and he temporarily returned from the company at noon.

As a result, at three o'clock, the tutor he had high hopes for personally took the students to "skip class" and went to the Internet café.

Lu Zhiyao grabbed the edge of the door and repeatedly confirmed: "Are you really not joking?" As far as she knew, there was a lot of commotion in the Internet café, smoking, drinking, swearing, everything, this elegant and expensive young master, can he stand it?

She remembered that her father said that the Song Xiu family was all cultured people, and their nouveau riche status was different.

"Lead the way. Song Xiu's words were concise and to the point.

Lu Zhiyao accepted his fate, and didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, turned around and patted Pan Siyi on the back, "Did Zhouzhou already go first?"

"Yes, she works part-time near there," Pan Siyi changed into a clean jersey, tied a headband on his head, blue, full of youth, he was still looking Song Xiu up and down, and after returning to Lu Zhiyao, he asked Song Xiu very directly, "You studied in No. 1 Middle School before, right?

Song Xiu nodded.

No wonder it feels familiar, it's because we've played together before.

"No. 1 Middle School is the focus of the city. Lu Zhiyao sighed heartlessly.

Several of them are in the third middle school, the teaching resources are average, and it is difficult to admit students to several prestigious universities in previous years.

But Lu Zhiyao doesn't care, she is not a reading material, neither is Xu Zhouzhou, and Pan Siyi is not. She likes to paint, Xu Zhouzhou yearns for freedom, and Pan Siyi wants to play basketball for the rest of her life.

They are three stubborn people who are unwilling to be imprisoned in their studies, and they are trying to get closer to their love.

The Internet café at the destination is not far away, about a 10-minute walk. When Pan Siyi took his ID card to register, Lu Zhiyao stretched his neck and looked curiously.

It's her first time here, and it's quite fresh.

"The one in the back, is it on?" asked the man at the counter without raising his head.

"No, I don't. "Song Xiu is purely here to stare at Lu Zhiyao.

At that time, the control of Internet cafes was not strict, everyone could enter, and only one ID card was required to open a machine, and the fee was charged on time.

Pan Siyi pulled Lu Zhiyao's arm and walked in front, and Song Xiu followed behind with bated breath. He couldn't smell the smoke, choked on his throat and red circles around his eyes.

Lu Zhiyao heard the coughing sound, and reluctantly turned around and persuaded: "You go back, I promise it's not a game." ”

Song Xiu was also stubborn, his eyes were so smoked that there were tears, and his tone was very hard: "Do your important things." ”

Nerve!

Lu Zhiyao was extremely angry, and put Pan Siyi's shoulder to find Xu Zhouzhou who was sitting in the corner.

"You two are finally here," Xu Zhouzhou pushed the round-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "I just saw some, Zhiyao, the painting tools are quite expensive." She wore a high ponytail and a light gray uniform from a part-time job in a bubble tea shop.

Lu Zhiyao hurriedly leaned over to look at the screen and scolded secretly: "Evil businessman, phew!"

Most of her meager pocket money was dedicated to Xu Zhouzhou's milk tea shop business, and in order to buy painting supplies, she cheekily dug some from Pan Siyi's trouser pocket, and I don't know if it is enough.

"Zhiheng didn't come with you?" asked Xu Zhouzhou with a smile.

"I'm going on a trip with Aunt Zhao, and I'll be back next week. "If I'm not mistaken, Zhao Zhiheng is a few months younger than her, and he is also in his second year of high school, and he is on vacation.

Pan Siyi sat down next to him, skillfully opened the computer to log in to the website, Xu Zhouzhou turned his head, and saw that there was still a person standing behind him.

"My father's friend's son is called Song Xiu," Lu Zhiyao spoke very quickly, and his introduction to Song Xiu was also very perfunctory, "The one who helps me with my homework has to come along." ”

Xu Zhouzhou was amused, "Just the tutor you talked about last time?" She had a docile personality, nodded at Song Xiu and said, "I, Xu Zhouzhou, and he Pan Siyi, are all Zhiyao's best friends." ”

"Song Xiu. ”

He tilted his head slightly, and in the tobacco-smelling clouds in the room, the young man added a bit of fairy energy.

"Leave him alone, let's keep watching. Lu Zhiyao was dazzled, and he didn't have time to deal with Song Xiu.

But he clearly saw the page that Xu Zhouzhou clicked on, and also saw that Pan Siyi clicked on another website.

Song Xiu glanced at Lu Zhiyao and asked strangely-

"What's important, is online shopping?"

In the years when computers were not popular, online shopping was a rarity, after all, the necessities of life were usually two steps away, and they could be bought in the alleys, and no matter how poor they were, there were supermarkets in the town.

Lu Zhiyao likes to paint, his father didn't stop him when he was young, but when he grew up, he thought that this hobby delayed his studies. She could only draw secretly, using a pencil to draw whimsical ideas on scratch paper that only she could read.

She enjoys the process of giving life to the pure white paper with the nib of the pen, just like this process, which also gives her unlimited creativity.

When she first came into contact with sketching, the requirements for drawing tools were not so high, and she was already very happy to be able to draw something. But as she grew older and became more fascinated by sketching, she was no longer satisfied with just scribbling.

"Zhiyao wants to paint, and the small shops in the town only sell sketch pens and sketch paper, but the quality is not good," Xu Zhouzhou sighed and explained for Lu Zhiyao, "As for the sketchpad easel or something, I don't even see it in the supermarket, so I can only look for it on the Internet." ”

"Uncle Lu doesn't like Zhiyao to paint, don't tell the secret!" Pan Siyi added on the side.

Song Xiu was slightly stunned, and glanced at Lu Zhiyao without a trace.

In fact, they met a long time ago, but they were young at that time, and this girl hadn't learned to remember, so she shouldn't remember anymore.

It was probably when Song Xiu was three years old, just went to kindergarten, and was taken by his parents to Lu Zhiyao's first birthday party.

The little Song Xiu was a little scared, covering his eyes and lying on his mother's lap, and couldn't help but sneak a peek at Lu Zhiyao who was being held by Lu's mother from between his fingers.

The girl with sparse hair had a pacifier in her mouth, with a happy expression, babbling at him, and clapping her hands with meat, soft and glutinous, innocent.

Song Xiu raised his head unconsciously, and was particularly curious about the pink little baby. But he is introverted and doesn't like many people, seeing that everyone went to watch Lu Zhiyao catch Zhou, he simply sat on the side, took out the graffiti book from the small schoolbag he brought, and sat in the corner with a paintbrush to color the cartoon pattern.

Grasping the week is a traditional custom, in the newborn when the first year of the year will be placed in front of a variety of items, let it grasp, in order to predict the future of the baby, the ancient common items are mostly the four treasures of the study, coins and books, etc. Although Lu Daqing is a rough man, he is also superstitious, and there is a large carpet in the living room, and there are a bunch of things at the end of the carpet, including snacks and toys.

Song Xiu vaguely remembered that there was also a pair of mahjong.

Lu Zhiyao, who was slowly crawling forward under the amusement of everyone, seemed to be attracted by Song Xiu's attention, and gradually began to deviate from the track, no matter how his parents called for milk powder, he unswervingly moved forward hand and foot in the direction of Song Xiu.

Song Xiu, who was immersed in his own world, suddenly felt that a shadow was stacked in front of him, and before he could raise his head, a small palm was covered on the graffiti book.

Immediately, the five chubby fingers grabbed the paintbrush from Song Xiu's hand.

The latter was dumbfounded.

If you were another child, you might cry as soon as your things were robbed, but Song Xiu didn't, he was just silent for a moment, pointed at Lu Zhiyao who was smirking, and shouted at Lu's mother-

"Auntie, my sister's saliva is dripping from my book. ”

That year's catch of Zhou ended hastily, because Lu Zhiyao cried so much afterwards that he refused to go on the carpet again, Lu Daqing reluctantly thought that his daughter grabbed a book by Song Xiu, and she must be a good material for reading in the future.

Now it seems that she is afraid that she loves painting rather than studying.

"What are you thinking? Lu Zhiyao roared, pulling Song Xiu's thoughts back from his childhood, and he even had to face the reality-

Look, what a likable girl she was when she was a child, but now she has become babbling.

"It's nothing," Song Xiu's nasal voice was deep, "It's your fault?" His deep eyes were a little gentle, and even his tone was a lot softer.

"Forget it," Lu Zhiyao was a little surprised, but he was not a calculating person, and he waved his hand very open-mindedly, "For the sake of you helping me hide from my father before, it's even." After she finished speaking, she smiled brightly at Song Xiu, her pupils were shining, as if rubbing the bright stars, dazzling and shining.

Pan Siyi crossed Erlang's legs and carefully compared the product reviews and prices, even if they had limited funds, they had to let Lu Zhiyao buy the painting tools he liked.

The three of them were busy working in front of the screen, and Song Xiu looked out of place. He thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards the counter.

When I came back, I had a few more bottles of Coke in my hand.

"Yo, thank you. Pan Siyi took it with sharp eyes, and helped Lu Zhiyao and Xu Zhouzhou unscrew the bottle cap.

"You're welcome. Song Xiu always responded lightly, showing detachment in politeness.

Intuitively, the aura of the two did not match, and they couldn't say where they couldn't get along, so Pan Siyi didn't show too much enthusiasm, and Song Xiu did the same.

It's just that Song Xiuai observed and saw that Pan Siyi had a new wound in his neck, the red two wounds, which seemed to have been scratched and broken, and seemed to have been pinched, and he looked at it carefully.

There must be no shortage of fights on weekdays.

As he was thinking about it, there was a commotion in the hall, and he could vaguely hear someone scolding and someone persuading.

Lu Zhiyao turned around, and couldn't see what was happening from her angle, so he asked casually, "What's wrong?"