The window was ajar, the wind was blowing her hair back and forth, and she quietly lowered her head and counted the math problems she had written.

"Well, come out for a while."

To be honest, she didn't know why.

Maybe because of the results of the last exam, she thought. But she improved last time, so there's nothing to worry about.

Closing the cap, she walked out of the classroom and closed the door gently.

"Your dad...... Got into a car accident......"

The teacher told her.

"You know, when I got to the hospital, my dad wasn't in the operating room because he couldn't be saved."

How like tears falling down, words spoken intermittently, mixed with crying, you have to listen carefully to hear what she said.

The tears that dripped next to Zhuang Wenche's wound still had residual warmth, so he seemed to wipe away the tears with a somewhat trembling hand and continue to apply the medicine.

The strength she used fluctuated.

"My dad only had one eye to see, and he couldn't open the other, and there was no place in his body that was good...... Doctors said he was almost at the scene of the crash...... But he survived the operation until I came ........"

"My dad had long said that the motorcycle was a bit out of order, and I asked my dad for the money to learn materials, and it was all because of me, so my dad wanted to wait, wait, wait, and fix the motorcycle, and the result was ...... Outcome...... The result is ......"

This is the third time she's said that.

"I wish nothing had happened, I hadn't asked my dad for money, the car accident hadn't happened...... I don't know anything, it's all a dream......"

Time passed little by little, how could she not catch it, she thought that if she let go of time, everything would slowly get better, but she blamed herself all the time in her heart.

She tried so hard to package herself as not like a person who had lost her loved ones at all, she herself almost believed that all this was a dream, but the signature on the test paper never appeared again, the empty seats in the parent-teacher meeting, and the figure of walking into the bar to make money.......

Everything reminded herself that she had no father, and that her father had killed herself.

She always felt that she had killed the people closest to her, and she didn't deserve to be loved, so Wei Bai's confession would be rejected by her without any mercy. She doesn't seem to trust anyone else, let alone herself.

He Xiang's body trembled slightly, and the tears that were slightly contained burst in an instant.

Zhuang Wenche endured the pain and moved forward, moved closer, took off the clothes he was wearing and wrapped them tightly, and touched He Xiang's head, "It's not your fault, you can't imagine that things will become the way they will be." ”

"I moved, I left the dormitory, changed the text, and I could only find this job ......"

"yes, I see. I also know that you are uncomfortable, cry if you want to cry, don't be afraid, I'm here. Zhuang Wenche's voice was soft, and his hands were gentle.

just looked at He Wei quietly, and let her lie on the side of the bed and cry uncontrollably, until He seemed to fall asleep.

The next morning, he seemed to be sleepy at five o'clock.

She woke up in the same position she had been lying on the edge of the bed the night before. He seemed to move, and after lying on his stomach for a night, his neck was extremely sore.

Zhuang Wenche hadn't woken up yet, so he seemed to get up and help Zhuang Wenche pull the quilt and cover the clothes on his body again.

Everything seemed unreal, and she thought back to what had happened last night, and she still couldn't believe that she had told everything to the person who was lying in bed now.

He seemed to pick up Zhuang Wenche's school uniform from the side of the bed and slowly walked into the toilet, afraid that the louder voice would wake up Zhuang Wenche. She carefully brushed the blood with a small brush.

There is no heating washing machine or anything here, she didn't dare to wash it all, otherwise Zhuang Wenche would probably have to wear a wet school uniform and walk into the campus.

For fear that Zhuang Wenche would catch a cold, it was rare for him to cook a bowl of hot porridge for Zhuang Wenche.

"Drink it, don't catch a cold."

Zhuang Wenche looked at the bowl He seemed to be holding, looked at He Xiang again, turned his head and looked down at his hand, and smiled: "My hand hurts." ”

What like: "......"

couldn't stand Zhuang Wenche's nonsense, not to mention that because of his own injury, he seemed to have to compromise and feed Zhuang Wenche with porridge.

"Do you often get that kind of bastards there?"

"Occasionally, I used to hide in the dark with the curtain on stage, but the boss took down the scene when I was cleaning a few days ago, and I thought it was too much of an eyesore."

"Won't you be able to go there again?"

"So you didn't see me grab a handful of money and put it in my pocket, I have to get some of this month's salary, otherwise what to eat. Why were you there yesterday? ”

"You forgot to take the class fee when you left, I came to give it to you, and I felt a little strange to see you like this, so I came with you."

"Oh."

He didn't seem to say anything more, looked at the finished porridge, and prepared to get up.

"Eh, what are you doing, I still haven't finished some soup?" Zhuang Wenche's body didn't move much, and his whole head stretched forward, like a giraffe.

He seemed to look down at the soup with a big nail at the bottom of the bowl, and looked at Zhuang Wenche helplessly, "You like it so much?" ”

"Hmm...... It's hard work, and I didn't eat last night. ”

"There's still something in the pot."

When he was about to go back to school, Zhuang Wenche suddenly remembered his business, and the New Year's Day decorations he wanted to buy were still lying on the shelves!

"What should I do?" Zhuang Wenche looked at the alarm clock on the table that was about to be seven o'clock, and clenched the list written in his hand.

"Are you afraid of being scolded?"

"Huh?"

"There is a stationery store fifty meters from the left, where the school usually buys decorations for New Year's Day, but this point is not open, and we may need a physical wake-up."

"This ......" Zhuang Wenche hesitated for two seconds, "It's all beaten, as long as I don't get started, I'm thick-skinned." ”

The aunt at the stationery store was woken up in less than two rounds, and opened the roller shutter door, staring at the two people in front of her with her flowing hairstyle and enemy-like eyes.

This time the two had a clear division of labor, how could they see that when the roller shutter door opened, they rushed in without saying a word, picked up the list and started to look for it, Zhuang Wenche stopped his aunt outside, and he was scolded for breaking his mouth.

In the end, with the unremitting efforts of the two, the things were bought.

Zhuang Wenche rummaged through the plastic bag, limping and walking with He Xiang, who seemed to have become a walking newspaper shelf.

"Don't you have a sore hand, now the plastic bag is so neatly turned over."

Zhuang Wenche tilted his head and smiled, which was considered to be foolish, and then changed the topic, "What are you going to do in the future?" ”

"I don't know, it's not far from the holiday anyway, let's look for a job during the winter vacation."

"Looking for a job?"

"I don't know."

"My uncle has opened a new hot pot restaurant, and it's recruiting, do you want to help, but it may be far away from here, I'm also there during my winter vacation, you can take your homework with you, and you can read a book or something when there are fewer people in the store, but it may be a little noisy."

She kept her head down and didn't speak.

Zhuang Wenche helped her so much, she didn't know whether to agree or not.

"It's okay, it's not too late to tell me when you're ready."