I took the fruit to the kitchen and was going to wash it and cut everything. But as soon as he entered the kitchen, Zhang Yang took the bag with one hand, took out the fruit, and saw the instant noodles pressed inside.

"You haven't eaten?"

"No, I wasn't too hungry just now. ”

"I'll do it for you in a while?" Zhang Yang looked at me, his eyes seemed to be a little expectant. I looked up at him, suddenly a little shy

"Let's cut the fruit first, I'll cook the noodles too." ”

"Okay. He agreed.

"You wash it and I'll cut it. "Although I'm not good at cooking, I think it's always easy to cut the pinch, and if there is an accident and it hits his own hand, don't I have to be responsible!

"Good. He began to wash the fruit. I looked at his hand and felt very unhappy. Why are his hands so good-looking, his fingers are thin and long, and they are white?

Doesn't he do his homework? I stole a glance at my hand. It's white, fat, rough and short, and there are cocoons that are grinded out because of the wrong posture of the pen.

This brings me to a tasty thing – big pig's trotters. Zhang Yang handed me the apple, and when he saw that I was peeking at his hand, he looked at my hand and smiled: "Your little fat hand...... It's a little bit of meat. I sighed, opened my hand, looked at the front, and then at the back: "I can't help it, I don't want to!" and then took the apple and cut it with my chubby hand.

When he was washing the apple, he saw that I was not very skillful, and he was probably afraid that I would cut my hand, so he took the knife: "You better wash it, or you will cut it in a while." "I guess I shouldn't be to blame if he offered to cut it, so I happily agreed.

"Okay!" I ate very little at a time, over the sink, because my little chubby hand-washed apples, wondering why he was so warm, not right.

He suddenly said again: "It's cute to be fat." "It's over, I'm going to fall for this sentence, I really understand me too well.

No, no, I can't be fooled by his hypocritical face, after all, I've already decided that I don't like him anymore.

When we finished it quickly, we found a nice plate and put it out and brought it out. looking at us with a smile and a feeling of ill will.

Well...... I can't say that, I just have a very strange feeling anyway.

"Auntie, why did you come so quickly? I went downstairs and you came. ”

"Zhang Yang, this dead child, if he doesn't say it, I don't know yet, we are a community, but you are in the south, we are in the north, and we can hardly see each other. "I thought about it, and it seemed to be too.

On our side are several neighborhoods, corresponding to an elementary school. We used to be a primary school, of course, we lived close together, but due to the difference between men and women, we knew each other for six years, and he had never been to my house before, and I had never been to his house.

"Zhang Yang, are you elementary school classmates? Why do I think I saw him when I gave you a parent-teacher conference. "My mother looked at me carefully before she said.

"Yes, she was my front desk that year. His tone was light.

"It's fate. "sigh, very excited. I smiled and nodded, trying my best to cooperate.

"What class does your mom have in your home high school?" Zhang Yang's mom asked me.

"The first class of the sophomore year of high school. ”

"Your mom didn't have a parent-teacher conference for you, I only remember meeting your dad. ”