She said that when she asked Meng Zhuang to hold a parent-teacher conference for her, her mother made a gesture to beat her, but she did not object, probably because she was embarrassed to speak.

This doesn't have any problem here in Yan Jingzhou, anyway, she feels that she is thick-skinned enough, and she doesn't mind opening this mouth, and she will even fight with Meng Zhuang.

Before dinner, her mother handed Yan Jingzhou a food box: "Send it to your brother Zhuang." ”

Yan Jingzhou opened the food box and looked at it, and added the amount of food to one person before taking it out.

Meng Zhuang's family moved out of here five or six years ago, and he suddenly moved back at the beginning of the year. He said he liked the living environment here.

Meng Zhuang's house is a duplex three-story house with weeds and new cobwebs on the door. The house was only cleaned of the study and a bedroom on the second floor, the trash cans were full of take-out lunch boxes, tea and coffee cans were scattered next to the water dispenser, and the floor was covered with drawings.

Yan Jingzhou stood outside the study, looking at the room where there was nowhere to stay, and pretended to be humorous: "The past week has also been 'meritorious'. ”

In the study, Meng Zhuang sat in front of the computer with his fingers flying, and the sound of the keyboard was heard before Yan Jingzhou went upstairs.

Meng Zhuang ignored her, and Yan Jingzhou didn't care, cleared a path to go over, and made a place on the table to put down the food box.

Meng Zhuang's hand on the keyboard continued, and he didn't look back and said, "You don't have to do it with me, and you don't charge me for food, even I will feel embarrassed." ”

Yan Jingzhou started to clean up his house, so he turned his back and pretended to be casual, "So I want you to return the favor." ”

"What favor?"

"The teacher asked my guardian to go to school, and you will stop by on Monday when you go to the city."

Meng Zhuang stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Yan Jingzhou: "You got into trouble at school?" ”

Yan Jingzhou peeked at Meng Zhuang with a weak heart, and pretended to be calm and said: "It's not that I'm in trouble, it's true that something unspeakable happened." ”

Meng Zhuang replied to Yan Jingzhou with an expression of 'understood', "If Auntie agrees, I will attend as your guardian, otherwise you should honestly explain to Auntie." ”

Yan Jingzhou said very proudly: "I told my mother, and she said that if you want, of course it's fine." ”

Meng Zhuang looked at Yan Jingzhou in disbelief.

Yan Jingzhou assured him: "It's true, I really told my mother, I swear." ”

Worried that Meng Zhuang would not believe it, she emphasized again: "And the school will definitely call the parents at home, I don't think it's possible if you don't say it." ”

Meng Zhuang asked, "Okay." I'll be your guardian and tell me what you've done. ”

Yan Jingzhou told Meng Zhuang what happened at school, but Meng Zhuang did not show obvious suspicions.

"Maybe he's good at disguise." Yan Jingzhou thought so, the reason was that if this incident didn't happen to him, he would never believe it.

Yan Jingzhou asked tentatively: "Do you believe me?" ”

"I majored in psychology in my second major in college, and I've seen some similar cases."

Meng Zhuang replied very seriously. It can also be said that he did not pay any attention to this matter. At least Yan Jingzhou didn't see an expression on his face that resembled concern or thought; All of his questions and answers seem to be out of habit, or instinct.

The place around the table was cleaned up, and Yan Jingzhou took out the food to eat with Meng Zhuang.

It's time to eat, and it's also a time for pleasant small talk.

Yan Jingzhou asked Meng Zhuang: "You studied computer science in college, and your second major is psychology; What about painting? If you don't say it, I'll definitely think that painting is your job. ”

In fact, about the garbage in the house, Yan Jingzhou had the answer very early; So as soon as she asked, she regretted it, and hurriedly said, "Forget it, you still don't say it." Don't want to eat dog food. ”

Of course, Yan Jingzhou will know, and everyone will know, because all the painting paper is a face, a woman's face, or crying, or laughing, or eyebrows and eyes, or serious and serious. In short, three hundred and sixty are all-encompassing.

Meng Zhuang was silent for a moment and denied: "There is no dog food, she is my junior sister, and we have cooperated on many projects; She went to the other side before she graduated. ”

Yan Jingzhou's heart tightened, she had thought of thousands of possibilities, including this, of course, but when she really heard it from the mouth of the person concerned, she was still deeply shocked.

Maybe she was too timid, and she was scared, and she always felt that the girl was watching her somewhere.

Yan Jingzhou lowered his head, glanced up at Meng Zhuang with his eyelids up, and whispered "I'm sorry". Meng Zhuang didn't respond, just ate the rice in the bowl by himself. Nor did he show any discomfort.

Yan Jingzhou observed him for a while, wondering in his heart: has he come out of the shadows? Or are you pretending to be strong?

"She's just going abroad." Perhaps because she had been staring at her for too long, Meng Zhuang took the initiative to answer her doubts.

Yan Jingzhou swallowed a mouthful of rice without chewing, and complained: "Who told you to speak indistinctly." ”

"I met her when I was a sophomore, she was a freshman and a new member of the art club; Then, because of similar interests, they quickly became acquainted; When I graduated, she also got the opportunity to study abroad; As a gift, she asked me to paint a picture that would satisfy her before she returned. But no matter what I painted, her answer was always unsatisfactory. ”

Yan Jingzhou listened to this, and for a while couldn't figure out whether this man was really stupid or a veritable idiot.

"She wants you to draw her as a person, not clothes or anything." Yan Jingzhou pressed her head and said it with a red face.

"Ahh Meng Zhuang thought he had misheard.

Yan Jingzhou said: "She likes you, but she is embarrassed to take the initiative, but she can't let you be snatched away, so she will tie you up in this way and wait for you to find out." ”

Meng Zhuang laughed, turned his face and said, "You know a lot!" ”

The ridicule in his tone was laughing at Yan Jingzhou's little ghosts, Yan Jingzhou heard it, and said angrily: "That's why you straight men are troublesome, you don't understand the minds of girls, and other girls are not allowed to understand the minds of girls." ”

Meng Zhuang immediately stopped laughing, Yan Jingzhou was right about one thing: he didn't understand a girl's mind! Don't talk about this schoolgirl, he can't even guess what the mother who gave birth to him is thinking.

Seeing that Meng Zhuang had begun to believe her words, Yan Jingzhou asked him: "Is it that when you are misunderstood as a couple, she always says: Don't do this, it will cause trouble for the seniors." The senior is so good, how can he look up to me. Something like that. ”

Meng Zhuang smiled, not explicitly saying yes or no.