From the moment she saw her father lying on the hospital bed, and saw her father swallowing his last breath in front of her, she seemed to be desperately wrapping herself up, pretending that she didn't know anything, just as if it was really an accident.

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 herself almost believed that it was all a dream, but the signatures that never appeared on the test papers, the empty seats in the parent-teacher association, the figure of going into the bar to make money, everything reminded her that she had no father, and her father was killed by 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.

But in the bar, her skirt was about to be lifted, and the moment Zhuang Wenche rushed over, she seemed to feel the feeling of being protected again.

At that time, Zhuang Wenche was like a prince in a fairy tale when she was a child, standing up to protect her at the most critical moment, rescuing her from the darkness and taking her out of that dangerous place.

It seems that because of that moment, Zhuang Wenche has a different meaning in He Xiang's heart, not just a simple liking, she doesn't know if she will be with Zhuang Wenche all the time, but even if it is not, Zhuang Wenche's position in her heart, no one can replace it.

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 as if walking together, and how it seemed to be 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."

"To be honest, I want to go, but I feel that it is too troublesome for you, and I don't want to go."

"When there was no one in the morning, you were a tutor for my brother, who was in the first year of junior high school, with two jobs and one pay."

"Why do you have so many brothers and sisters?"

"What do you care about me? The family is huge. ”

"Then you study better than me, why don't you help your brother tutor yourself, don't you know him better?"

"It's not unprecedented, but it's easy for the two of us to fight, so if you don't agree?"

"Deal."

Zhuang Wenche's appearance when he entered the classroom made everyone startled, Lu Qinglin jumped up, snatched someone from his hand, helped him sit on the stool, and intimately poured the hot water he had just received from his cup into Zhuang Wenche's cup and put it in front of him.

Lu Qinglin: "Uncle Zhuang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhuang Wenche: "I rolled out of bed last night." ”

He Yang: "Admire and admire, the upper bunk, so high." ”

"Fart." Lu Qinglin interrupted He Yang's words and whispered in He Yang's ear, "He didn't go back to the dormitory last night. ”

"What!" He Yang's whole person became interested, and it was rare to turn his whole body around to listen to this freshly baked gossip, "It's so exciting, what are you doing, you can be like this!" ”

Zhuang Wenche glared at the two people in front of him and said, "Okay, okay, where do you think?" Don't gossip so much every day, there were no accidents last night, right? ”

Lu Qinglin looked around sneakily, and said mysteriously: "Absolutely no problem." ”

Zhuang Wenche made a fist clenching posture and said, "I must invite you to eat hot pot." ”

"To your uncle's house?" He suddenly thought of what Zhuang Wenche said this morning.

"yes, no money."

Lu Qinglin: "......"

He Yang: "It's shameless enough, Lao Zhuang, take me one, maybe I didn't help last night, but my heart that loves you is worried about you at any time." ”

Zhuang Wenche: "You are the most shameless." ”

He Yang: "Good brother! ”

At noon, Zhuang Wenche sat quietly on the table, holding his head with his hands, looking at He seemed to be arranging the classroom with others, his brows were about to become twisted, He seemed to turn around and smile at him from time to time, he could only nod helplessly.

It's a pity that Zhuang Wenche has become like this, and he can't perform his dance anymore, which makes people not disappointed, but Zhuang Wenche can always give people unexpected surprises, and he has a rap.

Except for Lu Qinglin and He Yang, who were sitting on the side, looking at how much this Zhuang basket could hold, everyone else was watching Zhuang Wenche's performance with an incredible face, and they didn't seem to expect that Zhuang Wenche still had this kind of skill.

Lu Qinglin: "You said that he would be able to sing this paragraph, how many years has he been singing, or this paragraph, how many young ladies have he teased?" ”

He Yang: "Alas, I'm really ashamed. ”

The semester ended quietly, everything ran according to the gears of time, the time before the final exam, how it seemed to lose his job, he studied without distractions, and finally broke the curse of grade seven or eight at the end of the semester, and did the second behind Zhuang Wenche.

"Worthy of the gods of liberal arts." It seems that he is flipping through Zhuang Wenche's report card back and forth, "No matter how difficult this geography is, you can get full marks." ”

"My dad is very fond of geography, he is an amateur 'geographer', I have been exposed to these things since I was a child, it is difficult not to remember, and you are so good at math."

"Then this time there will be no perfect marks."

"You don't look at how difficult the math is this time, there are very few people who can get to a hundred, how many people are red with your score of 143."

"I can't compare with others, I have to compare with myself, just like you." He seemed to tilt his head and look at Zhuang Wenche with a shallow smile.

"Come on, I believe in you. Are you planning to preview or revise for winter break? ”

"I don't know yet?"

"What about you? Let's do it at the same time. ”

"Take me with you, God?"

"It's an honor."