He turned sideways, shoulder-to-shoulder with hers.

A long time ago, in this school, in the school building or in the playground, except for weekends and holidays, he could see her, because there was a place that made them relate.

For a while, she had low self-esteem, was unsociable, and was a loner, and began to be isolated and ignored, or was spoken ill of.

When she faced this, she was weak and extremely frightened, but she did not give in and did not admit defeat.

Like a weak kitten, it screams sharply when faced with a threat, baring its fangs.

The weakness didn't last long, Xu Langxing's letter released a magic potion to her like a magician, making her willpower instantly firm and powerful, maybe it had a life-saving effect, but this is the way things are in the world, weak things will cause others to bully and provoke others to protect.

The reason why he can feel this way is because he and Xu Langxing are trying to achieve the same purpose, but the implementation methods are very different.

All in all,-for-tat is the way he feels comfortable in a long-term relationship, while taking the initiative to be friendly can make him feel helpless and embarrassed.

"I said no, you must not believe it?"

He looks sincere.

The liars she had seen seemed to be very sincere, and the mask of hypocrisy was a good weapon they used to trick people into protecting themselves.

"Well, in that case, then whatever you want. That's why I'm here, you know very well.

Obviously, I didn't have the slightest interest in school or this kind of youthful story, which might apply to other girls, but I didn't seem to feel very warm, nostalgic, or even a little disgusted.

That made me feel that the environment that should have been simple was very snobbish and hypocritical, a child with a poor family background, no parents to rely on, grades to rely on, not outstanding, and not very likable in appearance, no matter how hard and sincere he was to others, he could not be welcomed.

Although I seemed to be doing well in school in my third year of junior high school, it was better that I saw through them and became tactful, after all, fools joke about their future. ”

She jumped off the horizontal bar. "I say this so that you don't waste your time, but don't mind. I have to go. ”

She added. She straightened her clothes, brushed her hair, and patted the ashes, which were sports equipment that no one had used all summer.

After getting dressed, she walked to the school gate alone. The two hours promised to the teacher at the doorman shouldn't have come yet, she thought to herself.

He hurried to catch up with her. "I'll send you back, and the car will be parked in the courtyard of the faculty building."

She objected, but the other party insisted. Talking about it is a long time, the road is not her family's, isn't it okay for anyone who likes to walk.

After leaving school, she prepared to walk to her grandmother's house.

She was raised by her grandmother since she was a child, and when she was in middle school, she relied on walking or biking every day, which was not far away.

As long as she is in Yinzhi, every weekend, after uploading the results of the week's work to the contract party, she has to visit, but the route is completely different from the one she took today.

The road from school to his grandmother's house has not been walked since he was admitted to high school. Han Chengyu couldn't resist her, so he didn't dissuade her anymore, so he had to follow her all the way on foot.

She walks in front, and he follows behind. It's like a connection, and it's like two passers-by who are strangers to each other. That is, he did not participate in her habitual solitary behavior without authorization, and he also performed his due duties without intrusion.

When she turned to look at him, he had one hand still in his trouser pocket, and the other hand swayed freely as he walked, looking down and preoccupied.

"I've arrived." She gestured to her grandmother's house. She was afraid that he would follow him all the way to the door, so she didn't dare to go any further.

He nodded.

"Have you ever wondered why I deliberately targeted you at school?" He looked at the ground with a calm expression.

Che Songhe was stunned for a moment, feeling that the time period involved in this question was too long, and it was a little crossing. "The plot of the bitter love drama is not new."

"But I've never bullied girls." He stared at her, "There are all sorts of ways to protect. ”

What a surprising and moving explanation. Even the wind and clouds have been infected.

The wind was ruffling her hair, and the clouds in the sky above her head moved shyly.

Cha Song Ha was not moved.

She was surprised at first, and it seemed to make sense when she thought about it, but nothing more, and nothing happened because she didn't seem to feel his protection.

Her experience taught her that she was most sharply targeted at her after the breakdown of her parents' relationship.

She questioned his purpose and the truth of his every word. She waved her hand and trotted away. The backpack was bumping behind him, and the pigtails on the back of his head were smart and active.

During the conversation at school, he only described to her some things about Xu Langxing's current situation. He lived peacefully with his mother and sister in Yinzhi. As for Xu Langxing's current work, feelings and other things that Che Song He was interested in, Han Chengyu was silent, and not even a word popped out of his mouth.

"Regarding Xu Langxing, you don't have to feel sorry, it's his business that he doesn't come. I'll find him. When parting, she generously expressed her understanding.

"Do you have to look for him? If yes, I'll give you the address. ”

Han Chengyu looked at her back that was gradually drifting away, and his thoughts were heavy. He crossed his hands behind his neck and relaxed the muscles in his shoulders and back until she was gone.

At the gate of Hanhong Middle School, the middle-aged man who looked like a teacher in the guard room was drinking tea and reading the newspaper with relish, he was used to taking the newspaper that he had not read on the left hand side to read, and put it on the right hand side after reading, and now there was a thick stack on the right hand side.

The transparent glass with a lid is a brown metal lid, a piece of equipment that middle-aged people can't put down.

The man with clear eyebrows and deep eyes walked over and said, "Dad, let's go back together." The middle-aged man responded, put down the newspaper, and walked out.

This is the place where memories and warmth are truly filled. The road is not wide, and it is enough for the transportation of surrounding residents.

When I was a child, the path was muddy, the east was a bunch of ridges and vegetable seedlings, and the west was a factory with a wide area.

When it was older, it was paved with gravel roads.

Here are traces of her daily commuting here, either riding the glorious spring, or stepping on the thin snow, I still remember the patches of rape flowers, clusters of golden, straight clusters, and green stems. In the ridges, the wind is light and soft, the flowers are blooming, and the green plants are full of fragrance.

A small two-storey building with a courtyard, pushing the door in, my grandmother stood in the open-air courtyard connecting the kitchen and the inner room to clean the courtyard, with wide and light dark gray silk short sleeves and large trouser legs.

The clothes of the elderly are all complete sets, the jacket and pants are cut out of the same piece of fabric, there are many sets, and they must be bathed every day in summer, and one set must be replaced to wash out a set. For the sake of comfort and safety, my grandmother's summer silk trousers were made slightly shorter, about seven or eight minutes long.