In the background, because of the voice of Wenhao, Wang Chengyou felt like he was being beaten up. The next moment he was caught off guard, his head lowered, his eyes out of focus, and he stared blankly into the void, all his energy focused on hearing.

"I'm sorry, I'm not able to listen to the phone right now."

It was Mo Yan's voice, her tone, so detached. Like a sharp needle, the words pierced his soft and unguarded heart.

"......" Before he could ask what was going on, the phone was hung up.

The hand holding the phone drooped.

Fingers trembled slightly, and Lily's phone fell from his hand to the ground.

Stumbling to his feet, he left in silence.

Wang Zhifeng wanted to ridicule him for being too ungentlemanly, seeing that he was not in the right state, he didn't say anything. After walking a few steps, I picked up Lily's mobile phone that Little Spicy Chicken had dropped, and walked a few steps forward, and saw Little Spicy Chicken leaning against the sunny wall, covering her cheeks with her hands, as if crying.

Wang Zhifeng looked at it for a few seconds, and remembered that Lily was still waiting for her mobile phone behind her, so he silently retreated.

"What's wrong with him?" Lily asked Wang Zhifeng with clear green eyes.

"Nothing." The king is back.

Lily yelled, no, she's going to be late. Before he could finish speaking, he drove away in a gust of wind.

There are two walls in the corner, one is Wang Chengyou, who has slipped to the root of the wall and is crying there; On one side, there are hands in the pockets of shorts, and there is a rare kingly style on the face.

After waiting for a long time, guessing that the little spicy chicken on that side should be in a stable mood, Wang Zhifeng stepped exaggeratedly and walked over.

glanced at the little spicy chicken, without hesitation, Wang Zhifeng squatted down regardless of the image. With your back against the wall, your hands spread over your bent knees. The sun pierced my eyes. Wang Zhifeng sighed first, and then spoke.

"The first time I fell out of love was in the second half of the third grade of primary school.

I remember it very well, it was a Friday.

The first class on Friday afternoon is the time for the class meeting, and the seat change once a month will begin.

I looked at the girl I liked, and I didn't know what love was, but I thought she was cute, like a doll, like Snow White. Several times it was the boy's turn to pick a girl to be at the same table, and I wanted to pick her, but I was not brave enough.

That time, I mustered up my courage, stood up, and walked over to her. You know, when I'm standing next to her, I'm going to be at her table.

She looked at me.

Suddenly I cried.

The teacher asked her. She sobbed and said that she should not be at the same table as the poor ghost.

I was stunned, and so was the teacher.

A group of people in the class burst into laughter.

Alas. Those 9-year-olds have innocent cruelty.

Seeing that the teacher looked dazed and didn't understand, they explained kindly. One said that when he peed in the toilet, he found me wearing a pair of torn underwear; Another said that when he did sit-ups on my feet during physical education class, he noticed that the skin of my little white shoes had fallen off, and the areas that had fallen off were covered with white paint.

Someone else said that I carried my schoolbag for 2 semesters! No, no, someone corrected it immediately, where is he memorizing 2 semesters, is memorizing 2 academic years!

The enthusiasm of everyone to answer the questions exploded.

I stood there, my head hanging down on my chest, wishing there was a gap under my feet, and I would like to get into it, and I would like to get out of it for eternity.

I don't remember how this farce ended.

I just remember that from then on, I began to become unsociable.

After class, I don't play with my classmates like before. Often alone, sitting alone in the seat, with nothing to do, just reading books, writing homework, and unknowingly, mixed into what others call a scholar.

There's a secret, I wonder if you've heard about it from your father?

After that Friday, it happened to be the day I went to Zhen Yuan for the weekend. I lost control of my emotions, pushed open my father's office door, threw myself into my father's arms, wept silently, and finally fell to my knees, hugged his legs and begged him to transfer the girl who had brought me to disaster.

I still don't know if my dad understands why. But he apparently did. He didn't tell me the truth, but did what I said. To this day, I am immensely grateful to my father. This is off-topic.

Later, I became an honor student. was praised, envied, and received a lot of expressions of love from girls.

Gradually, I forgave those classmates who hurt me in my heart, and it was not okay if I didn't forgive, they had long forgotten that "little thing". I also forgave the girl who cried and refused to let me be her tablemate.

It's just that until I graduated from high school, I never liked a girl in my heart again. I will also think that this girl is good, that girl is good, but it is not at all the degree of heartbeat.

It's not that I don't want to like it, but I don't dare to like it in my heart.

I always feel that once I like it, bad luck will follow.

To be honest, to this day, I am vaguely worried about whether I was scared at that moment.

Or could I grow into a misogynistic pervert in the future?

Alas, no matter what, I have survived the first time in my miserable life, and you will definitely be able to! ”

Without any response, after telling such a long and embarrassing personal experience, Wang Zhifeng patted Wang Chengyou on the shoulder and got up to leave.

Wang Chengyou buried his head between his two knees, and after a while, he said angrily: "Lao Tzu will not fall in love!" ”

I have to admit that the story of the king wind is very good...... Distracted from him.

At noon, Wang Chengyou intercepted Wang Zhifeng, who had returned from washing his hands in the bathroom, and asked in a daze: "When you were a child, how could you be so poor?" ”

Wang Zhifeng sneered: "I'm still very poor now, okay?" My mom was cheated on. The family needs to be able to declare bankruptcy, and my family will be bankrupt before I graduate from kindergarten, okay? ”

Wang Chengyou gasped and secretly looked at this brother. Clearly dressed in green waters, slippery and slippery.

"Your mother bought my clothes." After speaking, Wang Zhifeng added, "Do you know why I don't reject Aunt Mi at all, and I am full of gratitude to Aunt Mi?" He gestured to his clothes, "She took care of my fragile teenage face. ”

The sound of kicking footsteps ran towards them, and it was Anna, whose little face was flushed.

The two handsome teenagers turned sideways to make way for their little cousin. Then, the two walked side by side towards the restaurant.

It's not the first time that two people have been side by side, but it's the first time they've been so harmoniously side by side.

Mi Zhi couldn't help but look twice at the teenagers who were walking towards her.

－－

"Do you like this?"

Wenhao picked up a butterfly crisp and asked the little man opposite.

Xiao Xi looked at him timidly, didn't speak, didn't say anything, but took advantage of his unpreparedness and reached out and grabbed it.

The writer glanced at Mo Yan, who hung up the phone, and no longer made a sound.