The boy was a neighbor's kid, and he was excellent and top-notch.

He behaves in a bizarre manner.

But he said he liked her.

Loved it.

Jasmine felt that her heart box had been quietly opened with a key, and that her inexplicable love was haunting her.

Like all adolescent children, sometimes they can't even figure out their thoughts.

For example, when I reacted, I found that I was secretly paying attention to the boy's every move, or when he pestered himself slimily, he said that he didn't want it, but he didn't feel disgusted at all in his heart.

Jasmine was distressed.

This can no longer be described as simply broken, it is completely broken.

Jasmine's headaches have increased dramatically during this time, she clearly feels that her body is abnormal, and sometimes she is very sleepy, she falls asleep in class, and wakes up to find that she has already taken the next class.

This happened many times, but to her surprise, the teacher was still teaching as usual in class, and it seemed that all the teachers did not think to criticize her, and there was an illusion that she had a very low sense of zài.

After her father and stepmother returned from office, they asked her about her headache, and their worried faces revealed worry.

Early one weekend morning, Jasmine woke up in a daze to find her father tiptoeing open the door to her bedroom.

"Jasmine, did you feel anything uncomfortable today?"

Jasmine opened her watery eyes, and her red face was marked with a few sleep marks, probably because she was not awake, and rubbed her eyes and shook her head stupidly.

"Did you have a nightmare yesterday?"

Nightmare?

Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't had nightmares for the past two days.

She shook her head.

The tense muscles in her father's face were obviously relaxed, but he just touched her head, and did not forget to tell her to remember to take medicine on time.

Jasmine needed to take a few more tablets, and the red, green, and green medicine was lying quietly in the palm of her hand, looking like a colorful and sweet little candy granule.

Her medicine is stopped when she takes it.,But I've always followed my father's instructions.,I thought it wouldn't be a big problem to forget to take medicine occasionally.,A while ago, because of a lot of preoccupations, I occasionally forgot to take medicine.,But on Thursday of this week, it was discovered when the stepmother replenished the dose.,It's inevitable to be blamed.。

She also tried to communicate with her parents, wanting to tell them that she didn't have any problems with her body at all, and that she really didn't need to take those nutritional pills and the like frequently.

But these words were exchanged for a rare anger from my father.

She was reprimanded, and she was also a little aggrieved, but Chen Chen comforted her, saying that her parents' intentions were good, and she had to learn to understand their hard work.

Jasmine was sullen about it.

However, the child's anger is generally only the next day, and after the father scolded her, he gave her a lot of small snacks that he liked to eat, and successfully diverted her attention.

As the class proceeded as usual, the front table, which had been met for a long time, suddenly appeared on Monday morning.

The moment Jasmine stepped into the classroom, she was surprised to see a person sitting in the front row of her seat.

The front table, which I hadn't seen for a week, actually appeared in the school.

The boy was still as usual, wearing heavy glasses, and a few freckles under the glasses were mischievously printed on the sides of the bridge of his nose, and he seemed to have changed somewhat, but he couldn't tell what they were.

Quietly holding the pen, I don't know what I'm writing.

"Zhang Xiaofalcon, you finally appeared."

For some reason, the moment I saw the table in front of me, the burden that had been pressing on my heart could finally be put down.

Jasmine happily stepped forward to say hello, but her sharp eyes casually swept over the workbook on the desk in front of her, and she couldn't see it very clearly, but she saw a few messy words reprinted with a red pen.

[Death

Jasmine pointed to the words in shock, her eyes widened, and her hands were stiffly fixed in the air, but Zhang Xiaoying closed the exercise book casually, turned her head and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Good morning, Jasmine.

As if the scene was just an illusion, the expression on the young man's face quickly put on a gentle smile as if he had been put on a mask, smiled at her, pushed the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose as always, and turned his head to greet her.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, I miss you."

"Are you sick?"

There was a commotion in the classroom, and the incandescent lights in the room flickered a few times and made a soft noise.

Zhang Xiaoying's pale face was reflected in the light, and there was no blood, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, but his lips were suddenly blood-red.

Jasmine felt déjà vu, but she couldn't tell where the disobedience was.

"I had the flu last week, and I had a fever at intermittent intervals, so I took time off work to recuperate at home."

Zhang Xiaofalcon's state does look very bad, although he used to be in that kind of dazed look, but today he looks particularly trance-like.

The thick-lipped boy next to him leaned over and quipped, "I'm a nerd, don't be stupid." The young man smiled and wrapped his long arms, but was dodged by Zhang Xiaofalcon.

"Don't touch me!"

Jasmine and the boy were stunned by the sudden drink, and the thick-lipped boy withdrew his hand unhappily, a little unhappy.

I heard him slow down again, "I haven't recovered from my cold, I'm afraid of infecting you." ”

The students in the classroom whispered as the bell rang, the morning sun outside slowly rose, and a touch of sunlight mixed with the smell of dry smell slowly blew into the open windows of the classroom with a refreshing breeze.

Basking in the sun, she casually looked up to catch a glimpse of the front desk scrambling to take out a long coat from her schoolbag and drape it over her body, and the desk and chair were moved half a meter away.

Seems to be scared of being exposed to the sun.

Jasmine propped her chin and quietly looked at the back of the head of the front table where she was reading seriously, and for a while, she turned her head sideways in confusion to look at the half-slanted morning sun outside.

However, she didn't dwell on it for too long, because of her cold personality, even the front table that could speak a few words was not yet to the point of breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

After the morning reading, she sat quietly on the desk and silently wrote the classical Chinese that needed to be memorized in the first Chinese class, and was gently poked in the shoulder.

"Jasmine, someone is looking for you."

The messenger was a girl sitting near the corridor window, named Zhang Yangyang.

Zhang Yangyang is very popular in the class, but he has little contact with her, and when Zhang Yangyang passed the word to her, he had a strong curiosity on his face.

Jasmine looked in the direction she pointed, but saw Chen Chen standing in front of the back door of the classroom with his hands in his pockets, his tall and thin figure was wrapped in a school uniform, and he was extremely handsome.

Jasmine obviously felt that several hot eyes had been swirling with her, especially Zhang Yangyang, who didn't hide his curious and naked□□gossip eyes.

Jasmine walked out hard, facing a fierce gaze, and her heart was a little broken.

I told that guy before, you have to be low-key and low-key at school, don't run to him, uh, how can you say this is the same as being stolen?

Hey, girl, are you stupid or stupid?

Were you ever low-key at school?

Isn't it a well-known thing to go to school and get out of school together?

"Chen Chen, what are you looking for me?" Jasmine glanced cautiously around, tugging at his sleeve and pulling him to the side of the staircase.

Chen Chen was amused by her thief's behavior, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly into an inconspicuous small arc.

"Jasmine, I miss you." The young man took her hand and softened his voice, his eyes full of greasy tenderness.

"Don't miss me!" Jasmine pulled out her palm, looked away in a panic, and slapped one hand on the white wall next to her cheek, so frightened that her back was as straight as a bamboo pole.

The boy slowly lowered his head and leaned closer.

Breathing suddenly stopped for three seconds.

Is this the legendary ...... Wall knock?

The villain in Jasmine's heart is messy: digging a groove, what's going on?

I don't know when someone will come at the stairs, this guy dares to do such a thing in school (covering his face), hey, can you not be so blatant!

"Jasmine." The boy rested his head lightly on her shoulder, rubbing it like a puppy, softly disagreeing.

"Shall we elope? Go to a place where no one knows. ”

【-_-#】

It's starting to be abnormal again.

Feed.

Feed.

Why does this idiot feel so long?

Can you not change the style of painting so casually?

It's a sinister suspense blockbuster!

Jasmine didn't say a word, and her little hand called out to the head that was in the way, and she was tightly wrapped around the boy again.

"You get out of the way for me, eat my tofu again, beat you to death, kill you, kill you!"

Chen Chen was beaten to the ground and dodged with his head, looking like he was flirting, probably understanding that this Jian yì would not be adopted, he looked at the angry girl with a sad face, and looked at the angry girl pitifully with complaining eyes.

"Jasmine is very gentle with others, why is she fierce to me every time."

"Who told you to eat my tofu again?" Jasmine was too lazy to force him, shook off her handsome sleeves and turned to leave, but Chen Chen grabbed her arm.

The mask that the young man had deliberately disguised as harmless just now was removed and put on a solemn appearance, looking at her expression with indescribable worry.

"Jasmine, don't you want to know who told you to go during this time? If you have to go, go downstairs and find me, and I'll go with you. ”

"What do you mean?" A strange feeling suddenly surged in my heart, and I heard Chen Chen say softly, "Do you remember the previous conversation?" About that murderer. ”

Were the innocent victims killed by the same killers, or were there multiple perpetrators?

The answer to this question Chen Chen gave her was-

He didn't know either.

For these things, he didn't seem to be willing to show too much of his thoughts to Jasmine, so when Chen Chen took the initiative to mention the matter, Jasmine felt very surprised.

"Let's go, let's go here." Jasmine pulls him up to the top floor of the staircase leading to the rooftop, which has been locked down for many years and rarely has students come up.

It's quiet and quiet, and it's perfect for talking about things that are stricter.

The two of them stood by the dusty guardrail, and Jasmine couldn't help but sneeze a few times as they stepped on the dusty space.

The boy took a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped her red nose.

But Jasmine raised her hand to intercept him, "Chen Chen, you should say it quickly, is there something happening?" …… Or is something happening? ”

Chen Chen shook his head and seemed to sigh lightly, he stuffed the white handkerchief into Jasmine's palm and touched Jasmine's head.

He seemed to enjoy doing this to her.

"I could feel it, but I couldn't find the person. Recently it has started to come alive again, and to my confusion, ...... seems to have two very similar breaths. ”