Hong Jinqiu probably couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, Zheng Junhai was suddenly embarrassed and just wanted to find a crack to drill down, he glanced at Fan Yingying with slanted eyes, and saw her with a mocking smile, and couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fan Yingying suddenly changed the topic and asked, "Zheng Junhai, have you done anything meaningful since you were a child?" ”

Zheng Junhai was stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

Fan Yingying smiled, with a look of disdain: "You grew up with your father since you were a child, and your mother is no longer there since you were sensible, and your father told you that she was sick and died, and you believed it?" What kind of man was your father? How many times a year can you see him? Do you think that if your mother was really sick in bed, your father would be by her side? ”

Zheng Junhai's face changed, and he got up from the sofa: "What do you mean?" ”

Fan Yingying smiled coldly: "You are so old, you have no contact with your mother in the first place, so naturally you don't care about this kind of thing, but pity her thinking about you in her heart, wandering in the underworld and refusing to be reincarnated, are you worthy of her?" ”

Zheng Junhai glared angrily: "What are you talking nonsense? ”

Fan Yingying stretched out her hand and pointed at Zheng Junhai: "In addition to skipping class and fighting and playing games every day, have you done anything serious?" Do you know what your father does? You don't know anything, you mess around every day, who are you worthy! ”

"I 。。。。。。" Zheng Junhai's heart set off turbulent waves, he knew that what Fan Yingying said was right, and it was precisely because of what was right that he was inexplicably panicked, his mother wandered in the underworld and refused to have a baby, just because she was worried about him?

Mother? For him, the word is like two Chinese characters written on paper with a pen, and it has never had any substantive meaning.

Fan Yingying shook her hand and walked out: "Think about it yourself!" ”

Zheng Junhai chased after him and called someone: "Don't go, you stop and explain to me, you wait!" ”

Fan Yingying's footsteps don't stop, and Zheng Junhai has been desperately pursuing it in his dreams.

The bright sunlight poured in through the window, Zheng Junhai opened his eyes and looked around blankly, the pale marks left by the torn posters of football stars on the wall, the empty compartment after the game with comic books was removed from the bookshelf, he looked down at the dark blue quilt cover covering his body, paused, and remembered that this was Zhang Baokun's bedroom.

Since he moved over, Zhang Baokun has replaced the original single bed with a bunk bed, and the two of them are crammed into a room.

Turning his head to look at the bright sunlight outside the window, he couldn't help but reach out and pat his forehead in annoyance, he actually forgot to draw the curtains last night.

He didn't wake up and continued to lie in bed, got off the floor from the bed, stepped on slippers and went to the bathroom.

For breakfast, the mushrooms made by Zhang's mother were made with lo mein, the noodles were very smooth, and Zheng Junhai sat next to Zhang Baokun on the side of the table.

After a night of recuperation, Zhang Baokun's fat face looked even more swollen, he struggled to hold the spoon to send porridge to his mouth, only one mouth, the corners of his mouth that were injured yesterday were a little painful, so angry that he slapped the spoon on the table: "Yesterday's gang of grandsons, the mother was too black!" ”

Zheng Junhai hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull someone: "Be quiet, call your mother over again." ”

Zhang Baokun frowned: "It's really angry when you think about it." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zheng Junhai: "No, how did you get this, you didn't sleep last night?" ”

Zheng Junhai didn't know how to tell him what happened to him, so he could only wave his hand: "It's okay, I dreamed last night." ”

Zhang Baokun comprehended, and smiled: "Who is dreaming?" ”

Zheng Junhai glanced at him, ate with his head bored, ate and ate, and began to think about the things in his dream uncontrollably.

Zhang Baokun's words were said to Zheng Junhai, and after waiting for a while, he didn't see him talking, so he couldn't help but turn his head in surprise to look over, and saw Zheng Junhai sinking his face, lowering his head, and stuffing something into his mouth as if he was desperate.

"Didn't you eat last night, did you eat last night? How did you starve like this? ”

Zheng Junhai really couldn't help it, when Zhang Baokun asked him like this, the whole person was not good, and pushed the dishes and chopsticks in front of him forward with two hands: "I'm full, go into the house to change clothes first, Da Baozi, you should hurry up." After saying that, he hurriedly stood up, slumped over and walked out.

Zhang Baokun looked at his hunched back and muttered casually, "What's wrong with him?" Didn't you hurt your knee yesterday? Transferred to the waist in one night? ”

Zheng Junhai rushed into the toilet, threw up while holding the toilet, and put shackles on his heart.

Zhang's mother called in the living room: "Hurry up and take a bite to go to school, I'm going to be late!" ”

Zheng Junhai followed Zhang Baokun and the two hurried out of the house.

When he arrived at the school gate, Zheng Junhai paid the bus fare and walked side by side with Zhang Baokun.

The bruises on Zhang Baokun's face were quite frightening, and the injuries on his body were basically nothing more serious after a night's rest except for some soreness, but when he got out of the car, he still deliberately shouted that his legs hurt and asked Zheng Junhai to carry him away.

Zhang Baokun looked at those admiring and shy little eyes, and made up for the lack of experience in being noticed by the opposite sex in his heart, not caring at all how much of those eyes fell on him, and how much of them were refracted from him to Zheng Junhai's handsome face.

As soon as he walked into the teaching building, Zheng Junhai saw Fu Xiaoyan standing under the display bar at a glance.

Fu Xiaoyan is Zheng Junhai's girlfriend, and she is also the most beautiful girl in the school, she looks very white and clean, her long black hair is always tied high on the top of her head, and her hair sways from side to side when she walks, and her small hairs seem to have claws, which can always easily catch the eyes of others and sway gently with it.

When Fu Xiaoyan saw Zheng Junhai and Zhang Baokun entering the teaching building, she hurriedly stepped forward with an anxious face, and asked Zheng Junhai with concern: "Are you okay yesterday?" After speaking, he reached out and grabbed Zheng Junhai, looked at him carefully, and when he saw the wound at the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help but flatten his mouth in distress: "Does it still hurt?" ”

"If it weren't for the fact that you were not innocent with that Wu Tong, could there be such a thing!"

Zhang Baokun didn't know what was going on, he had always liked beautiful girls, but only this Fu Xiaoyan was like a painted skin in his eyes, how could he not be kind to her, and when he thought that because of her water-based poplar flower, he and Zheng Junhai were beaten by a group of people, and he was suddenly angry, and he was even more angry when he spoke.

Being accused by him like this, Fu Xiaoyan's eyes suddenly turned red, and even her voice was choked, she pulled Zheng Junhai to the corner to avoid the side, and explained aggrievedly: "Dahai, listen to me, things are really not what Bao Kun said, Wu Tong and I met when we sang in the song hall." (To be continued.) )