"Xiao Chu, why are you here alone?" Song Guangyang put his hand on the top of the boy's round hair and patted it, not caring that the boy was not very happy.

"Mom went to work, let me eat by myself."

Song Guangyang was slightly appreciative and distressed, stuffed him with a few pieces of candy, and told him a few words to pay attention to safety, and then let the little boy leave.

Seeing other people's children so well-behaved and sensible, Song Guangyang sighed.

"Dad, are you disgusted with me?" This sentence is not a question, but an affirmation.

Song Song looked loveless, and he was really his father's.

"How is it possible, my daughter must be the best and loveliest, come on, come on, have breakfast......"

Song Guangyang said what he said, but his eyes didn't dare to look at his daughter, and it was also very embarrassing to be pierced on the spot.

Song Song swallowed a mouthful of soup in his mouth, opened his mouth and wanted to argue a few words, but still gave up, "Who is that?" Little ass so dragged! ”

"That, but the son of your father's immediate boss has studied well since he was a child, and he will definitely have a future in the future, so don't bring bad people."

Hearing this, Song Song put down the spoon and looked confused, "I took him badly?" ”

Song Guangyang nodded, "What are you staring at people just now, school is about to start, don't go crazy!" ”

“…… Oh. Song Song has a vague memory of himself when he was a child, and he doesn't know why he was given the title of crazy, which is really head-catching.

As soon as he got home, Song Song made a hard note in the small notebook.

On the first day, I met a little "tea egg", I remember you, what a good student, it's best not to let me catch you.

In this way, Fang Chenchu became the first person to have an impression since Song Song's rebirth.

August ended quickly, and after a long time, Song Song didn't go out to eat and drink at home, and the idea of turning into a pig came to an end.

Early in the morning, Song Song was dragged out of bed when he was dazed, standing at the door with a small schoolbag on his back, listening to Song Guangyang's incessant chatter, what class to listen to carefully, get along with classmates friendly, don't fight and make trouble......

Song Song has a black line on her face, was she really so skinny when she was young? Why didn't she remember that she had pressed a little boy to the ground and rubbed it left and right, but Song Guangyang had to bring up the old matter next to her every few days.

Song Song didn't admit such a black history, and threw all the pots on his Tang Seng and his old father, who was adding oil and vinegar.

Song Guangyang picked up his daughter and left the house early, a new day and a new beginning.

The school gate was crowded, most of the adults were holding their children to report, and Song Song, who was held in his arms, attracted most people's attention.

"Dad, can you let me down!" Song Song felt ashamed now, and he would not be able to raise his head in school in the future.

Song Guangyang refused all the way, this time he still refused, and walked firmly past those parents, until he was about to enter the classroom, and then reluctantly put Song Song down.

Song Song snatched his schoolbag and walked into the classroom with his head covered with a swollen face, no matter how hard Song Guangyang shouted behind his back, he pretended not to hear it.

She was sure that she had heard someone speculating at the school gate just now if she was disabled in both legs! This is a great insult to a twenty-five-year-old girl at heart.

There was no teacher to arrange the seats, so Song Song casually found a corner and sat down, still chanting words in his mouth, "Shame, shame, shame......"

No. 3 Middle School is a public school, and it is also a well-known school with a high ranking in City A, and the teachers are a little worse than the private school No. 1 Middle School.

After Song Guangyang left school, Song Song sat alone in the classroom and was a little depressed, not because the people around him were unfamiliar, and he was very lonely.

It's just that thinking of this time, No. 1 Middle School should also be in school, and Bai Mi, who should have known her on the first day of a class, is now just a stranger, and I can't help but feel a little emotional.

I feel that a new life has really begun.

A woman who looked like a teacher walked into the class, and all the students quieted down and hurriedly returned to their positions, for fear of being left with a bad impression as soon as school started.

Only Song Song noticed the little boy who walked in behind the teacher.

The fat man at the wonton shop that day! Why is this world so small? But it's good!

Since that day, Song Guangyang has become this child of someone else's family every day, and he doesn't even mention the little girl in the neighbor's house next door, which is enough to brush a wave of malicious existence in Song Song's heart, and today we finally meet again.

Became a classmate? Perfect.

Cai Wenjing stood on the podium and looked at the classmates who were going to get along for three years in the future, and motioned to Fang Chenchu behind him to find a seat and sit down.

Fang Chenchu was the last to come, the seats in the class were just right, and after looking around, he found that only the last seat was left.

Song Song's eyes were about to roll up to the sky at the moment, and the movement was too loud and attracted Cai Wenjing's attention, "Female classmate in the third row, what's wrong with your eyes?" Is it nearsighted? ”

The whole class followed the eyes of the new teacher, and Fang Chenchu, who was sitting next to him, was faster, and just happened to see Song Song's white eyes that he didn't have time to retract, and then he reacted, they had seen the new table.

Song Song blushed, shook his head and didn't speak.

When she was about to lose control of her laughter in the class, Cai Wenjing shifted her attention in time and slapped the podium to start the first "speech" of the new year.

When the teacher stood on the podium and directed and acted by himself, the students in the audience began to communicate secretly.

Fang Chenchu looked at the newly issued books, not caring at all that he was being shot by the eyes of his new tablemates.

In the end, Song Song couldn't hold back first, "What's your name?" ”

Fang Chenchu's fingers paused slightly, and he was finally reluctant to take his eyes out of the book, "I won't tell you." ”

"Huh?" Song Song almost thought he was hallucinating, "Why didn't you tell me?" ”

Fang Chenchu ignored her and thought about his own affairs.

Song Song pouted, and he couldn't say a flower by himself.

"My name is Song Song, in fact, my father recounts your great achievements in front of me every day......"

"Fang Chenchu is my name."

Military training in junior high school is the first experience in most people's lives, and Song Song is certainly not the first military training, but this body can't adapt to it for a while.

As soon as the coach's dismissal whistle blew, Song Song took off the reins and plunged straight into the crowd, grabbed his cup and ran out again.

I don't know if it's like this in other classes, Song Song always feels that the boys in the class don't like to play with the little fat man very much, let alone the girls, except for her, almost no one pays attention to the little fat man.

Fang Chenchu sat alone under the shade of the tree, there was no one beside him, and Song Song, who was not far away, hesitated and walked over.

"Where's your water glass?" He had rested twice in the morning, but the little fat man had never seen him drink water, and now he sat with a sallow face as if he was going to faint at any moment.

Fang Chenchu looked up at the people standing in front of him in surprise, "Why don't you go and sit with them." ”

Not far away, in the shade of a tree, sat four or five girls, all of whom looked very happy.

Song Song shook his head, thought about it and turned his head and left.

The light that had just lit up in Fang Chenchu's eyes faded again, and he was holding a small grass and pondering the problems that the scumbags couldn't understand.