Before Jiang Muhibiscus could speak, Wu Che said humbly: "Lu Ban, there is no such thing, I did find classmate Jiang today, but I just wanted to give her a ticket for an art exhibition, you know, I have been running an interest class, and I am more sorry." I accidentally learned that Jiang had won the first place in the painting competition in junior high school, and my father just gave her a ticket to the famous painter Mao Hai's painting exhibition, so I wanted to give her a little more experience of the artistic atmosphere and get a place for the school. ”

Glancing at the expressionless Jiang Mujian, Wu Che took out the envelope from his pocket, opened it to reveal the ticket, and said: "I don't know how it turned like this among my classmates, maybe I couldn't express it clearly, so it was my fault that classmate Jiang misunderstood." ”

Jiang Mujian's expression eased, she didn't open the envelope, and she didn't leave a chance for Wu Che to speak, maybe she really misunderstood him, but when she thought of the person who told her family affairs, she felt sick in her heart, and she didn't want to talk to Wu Che more, so she just said lightly to Lu Ban: "I'm sorry." ”

Lu Ban saw that the matter was clear and clear, and the two students did not cross the line, so he persuaded: "They are all students from the same school, and if there are contradictions and misunderstandings, they must be actively handled, and it will be okay if they say it." It's a great time to read, don't deal with objects, you know? ”

"Yes."

"Just know, don't make a little move for me down there. Go back and have a good class. Lu Ban waved his hand.

The two came out of the office together, "Classmate Jiang, my friend's words hurt you, I apologize to you, I have already said him in private, if you are not angry, I can let him come to you and apologize in person," Wu Che looked guilty, "This ticket, I don't know if you are willing to accept it, Master Mao Hai's paintings are really worth seeing." ”

"No, I won't participate in the competition, this ticket is still for those who need it, thank you." Jiang Mujin said lightly and left without looking back.

Wu Che pinched the ticket, twisted his eyebrows, and moved his mouth, feeling frustrated.

Back in the classroom, Jiang Mujian still went his own way, leaving a group of curious children with no place to vent.

After evening self-study, the students who lived nearby took the bus home, and Jiang Mujin and Qi Shunhua also walked slowly to the station. On a cold winter night, there are not many passengers, and almost all of them are students from Jiulai High School, which is called Jiulai school bus by classmates, which is very vivid.

Zhang Lingyang has a poor foundation in English, so he has been working hard, and as soon as he got in the car, he put on headphones. But today it seemed that he couldn't concentrate, and a few sneaky people in the bus secretly looked at Jiang Mujian who was sitting in front, so he pretended to listen and secretly observed those people. Seeing the familiar stop sign, Jiang Mujin got up and got off with the crowd, and Zhang Lingyang watched as those people also went down together.

In order to avoid the classmates who knew him, Zhang Lingyang jumped on the roof from a dark alleyway and crawled forward. After getting off the bus, Jiang Mujin only needs to walk along a straight road, walk for ten minutes to get home, under the dim street lamp, there is no pedestrian, the window of the house next to it shines, thick snowshoes walk on the snow, creaking, she smiled playfully, and quietly felt only the music that she could hear.

When she walked to the intersection, six people wearing masks suddenly burst out of the darkness, one covered her mouth, two pressed his wrists, and the other three stared around in case someone came over.