Ling Chen was waiting for Yi Ruo at the door.

Today he came very early and rode a white electric car.

He set an alarm for six o'clock, when the sky was clouded with black, and the moon hung in the sky like a crescent.

He turned on the light and wore a beige sweater and dark jeans, and he looked even fairer and more charming.

He wanted to see Iroh sooner, and the thought of waiting filled his brain.

I washed up and straightened my hair, and it was about half past six.

There is still an hour and a half left.

Mother had also gotten up, and there was the sound of light footsteps downstairs.

He read the book for a moment.

But what kept coming to mind was Yiruo's smile, those charming big eyes, a lovely smile, and a shallow dimple at the corner of her mouth.

He had never forgotten her.

When he was in elementary school, he thought she was very good-looking, like a porcelain doll, with white skin and fleshy cheeks, as if she might pinch out water.

Her eyebrows were curved, like willow eyebrows.

The environment he lives in is free and comfortable, his father and mother have not been very strict with what he has done since he was a child, he just hopes that he can grow up peacefully, and he does not feel that life is so hard.

But he found that there was something different about Yiruo, and this difference could be felt from the beginning when he was at the same table with her.

She is not good at expressing herself, she rarely expresses her true thoughts like other children, she never shows off anything like other children, she just sits there quietly, like a porcelain doll without a voice.

She sat in her seat, never going out to play, rarely laughing, just silently writing her own questions, or just quietly staying in her place and drawing.

She is quiet and does not like to laugh, she is introverted and shy, but she does what she thinks very well.

She knew what she wanted, and he admired her.

He remembered that once she didn't do well in math, she was a little sad and sad, he didn't know how to comfort her, he handed her a tissue on the side, she took the tissue, tears flowed down her eyes, her eyes were red, she smiled at him, said it's okay, she can still do it, she started to write questions again, and since then, her math has never been lower than the top two.

He felt that there was something hidden in her heart, but he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of touching the sore spot in her heart, but he felt a little distressed when he saw her alone in a daze and melancholy.

That day, the teacher was in class as usual, and when it came to the exercises, he suddenly said to the students that Yiruo was a good child who worked hard and conscientiously, but without his mother, he and his father depended on each other, so he asked the students to take care of him.

He saw Yiruo's ashamed face, he heard the embarrassed voices of other classmates, he wanted to refute the teacher, but what should he refute her, refute the teacher's nosy? Refutation: The teacher shouldn't talk about Iro's family affairs to his face?

But how could he be desperate when he was young? He had to listen to his parents and be obedient at school.

He understood why Iroh was alone in a daze at the window, he understood why Iruo didn't show off what his parents bought, he understood why Iruo was sad alone?

Yiruo lay quietly on the table, she saw her classmates looking at herself in a strange light, just like looking at an alien, she pretended to be nothing on the surface, but in fact her heart was like a tumbling river, which had long been turbulent.

She didn't know why the teacher wanted to say it in front of the whole class, she had a strong self-esteem, she had a good face, she didn't want others to know about her family affairs, but all this self-improvement was torn apart by the teacher at that moment, and she lost a little bit of dignity, like a weak person begging for the sympathy of others.

She doesn't feel that she is any different from others, he doesn't feel that she is missing anything compared to others, except for the father's love and mother's love that she can't get, she is envious, but she is also trying to make up for those vacancies with learning.

But what's the point of all this, I study hard just to prove that my learning ability is super strong, but I am still regarded as a weakling, a child without a mother, and a crippled child.

She wants to cry, but she can't cry, no matter how wronged she is, she can't cry, she has to endure it.

This is her only dignity.

He wanted to comfort her.

But she didn't say a word, lying quietly on the table, her heart must be very sad, he knew that the teacher and classmates had stung her, how could she want to win the sympathy of others for such a strong girl.

It's good to say that others hear this, just give her some love and sympathy, but how can human nature be so great?

He heard others scolding her behind her back for being a motherless wild child, he felt that they were talking too much, he had argued with them, and he was still a young child, who had no sympathy, and would still poke at others' sore spots unscrupulously.

He saw his classmates holding a notebook and writing in Yiruo's notebook, and he reasoned with them, but they said that you can handle it? Who is she? We don't care what you want, right? He clenched his fists angrily, he didn't know why the people in the class were so unbearable, he took pleasure in torturing a girl, he wanted to fight with his classmates, so that they didn't know about the north, south, west, and north, but how could a boy resist a group of students, it was just a joke.

There was nothing he could do, he pitied Iro, he felt sorry for him, he felt sorry for what he couldn't do.

He saw that Yiruo saw the handwriting on the notebook, and the big black letters said Wild Child Without Mother, and her tears were rolling, but they didn't fall, she tore the page, tore it into pieces, and scattered it in the trash.

All he can do is comfort, bring her snacks at home, give her a small gift, and he can only do so much.

He also wanted to tell the teacher about his classmates, but wasn't the teacher the culprit?

He can't say it, and he doesn't want to say it, he hates the teacher, it was the teacher who harmed Yiruo who became a thorn in the side of his classmates, he didn't want to hurt Yiruo anymore, he was afraid that the teacher would tell Yiruo's family affairs in the class again, and let the classmates grab the handle again and hurt Yiruo.

But Yiruo's strength makes people's hearts ache, he talks to her, Yiruo smiles all the time, there are no other emotional fluctuations, she still listens to him, she still helps him sort out his notes, she still tells him to listen carefully to the class, as if this incident has never happened.

Probably, a person is so disappointed that he doesn't bother to care.

That day, he took out his pocket money from the piggy bank, he wanted to give her a gift, he wanted her to get better quickly.

He specially chose a pink notebook for her, which was printed with a cute kitten looking at a blooming flower, pink is more suitable for Yiruo, she has a girl's heart, the kitten is so cute must be very similar to her, the cat looks at the blooming flowers, just like her, looking forward to beautiful things.

He gave the notebook to Yiruo, he saw Yiruo's happy and surprised expression, the silly Yiruo hugged the notebook and smiled happily and contentedly, she said to him sweetly, she likes this notebook very much, she likes him as a good friend.

He touched his head embarrassedly, she liked it, and he melted with her smile.

He swept the floor that day, and Yiruo also stayed behind to help him clean up, they scribbled on the blackboard, and then wiped it quickly with the blackboard, he and she took out the garbage and swept the floor together.

After cleaning, Yi Ruo smiled sweetly at him and looked at Chao Shou, he thought she was the sweetest and cutest girl in the world, he smiled at her stupidly, towards Chao Shou, at the gate of the campus, he saw Yi Ruo's figure gradually moving away, carrying a purple schoolbag, disappearing on the road little by little.

He looked forward to seeing Yiruo tomorrow, looking forward to talking to her, watching her smile sweetly, expecting her to let herself listen to the class, and expecting her to clean up with him.

But how would he know that it was the last day that Iro would go to this school?

The next day, he waited for her all morning, but she didn't come to class, he started to get anxious, he started to worry about whether something would happen to that silly girl, and that day the teacher told the class that Yiruo had transferred to another school.

He was disappointed, his lost heart fell into his heart, his expectations turned negative, he hated himself for why he had been at the same table for so long, he didn't ask for Iro's contact information, he hated himself for why Iruo was not more brave when he was bullied.

He didn't have the way to be Iro, and he tried to call Iro's father's contact number, but Iro's father either didn't answer or hung up.

He and Iro lost contact completely.

But the fate of fate made him see Yiruo again, and he would not give up that innocent, strong and lovely girl again.

He's going to be braver, he's going to be more mature.

He wants to make up for his shortcomings.

He will protect Iro.

The blowing yellow leaves covered the ground like a golden carpet, and the sun shone on the boy's face, and he felt a touch of warmth.

She showed up,

That heart-warming girl.

It's still so sweet.

Laughing more like a porcelain doll.

She smiled at him, clean and beautiful.

He is fresh and handsome.

Everything was just right.