"Ye Jiajin, you didn't expect it, we would be so close," Wen Jing whispered to Ye Jiajin as soon as he sat down, Ye Jiajin glanced at Wen Jing and turned around and continued to look at the blackboard without speaking, he put some of the books on the table to Wen Jing, so that both of them could see it, Wen Jing was not talking, and he didn't pester Ye Jiajin until after class.

In the next few days, during class, Ye Jiajin would take the initiative to push the book on Wen Jing's desk, he was used to reading a book with Wen Jing, he even looked forward to reading a book with Wen Jing every day, he curled up his arms, so that it was a day, a night passed, and it was another day he was looking forward to. It wasn't until Wen Jing's book came back that he was a little disappointed and couldn't push the book to Wen Jing's side, Wen Jing sometimes said to Ye Jiajin, "I didn't take the English book, can I borrow it to see yours?" Once or twice, the teacher didn't care, and after a long time, he would inevitably say two sentences, "You often don't bring books, next time I'll let you stand up and listen to the class." ”

After class, when Ye Jiajin took advantage of Wen Jing's absence in the classroom and wanted to secretly put a box of crayons he bought in Wen Jing's schoolbag, he saw an English book, "This stupid girl, she is really careless," Wen Jing went home with Ye Jiajin in the afternoon, "Ye Jiajin is not the crayons you gave me?" After Wen Jing returned home with Ye Jiajin in the afternoon, she saw crayons when she was looking for homework in her schoolbag, and she was confused for a moment before she had the answer. She simply took two stools and wrote her homework outside the window near the Ye family, "I see that your crayons are almost out of use and I am reluctant to throw them away, you like to draw so much, you will draw me in the future." ”

Wen Jing didn't refuse Ye Jiajin's crayons, "Thank you, I will definitely draw you in the future," Ye Jiajin looked at Wen Jing's happy appearance, and couldn't help but feel that this was the feeling of giving someone a gift, and this was also the first time he had given something to someone. Between school and dinner, before dusk came, Ye Jiajin had already finished his homework, and Wen Jing had also finished it, "Let's play a game, shall we?" Wen Jing suggested.

"What to play?" Ye Jiajin put his homework in his schoolbag and asked, "Let's compare and see who can draw well." ”

"So what should we draw?" Wen Jing's face was full of anticipation, and Ye Jiajin really couldn't bear to refuse. Even if he draws poorly.

"You can paint whatever you want, let's see who paints well," Wen Jing finished speaking, then tore off a piece of art paper and gave it to Ye Jiajin from the window.

"Wow, what are you drawing?"

"I drew you, I'll teach you how to draw," Wen Jing said and began to draw on the stool, and the Ye family looked at it next to the glass, for fear of missing a detail.

"An old man Ding, who owes us two eggs, said to pay it back in three days, he wants to pay it back in four days, bought a big leather ball, spent three yuan, bought a big watermelon, spent 7 yuan 7, bought a string of sugar gourds, spent 6 cents 6; Okay, let's do it," Wen Jing put down the pen and shook the freshly drawn in front of the Ye family.

"Wait a minute, I'll draw and see," Ye Jiajin took the pen and drew according to what Wen Jing said, "Where are you painting 3 pieces and 3 paintings?" ”

"Where to buy a string of sugar gourd paintings?" Wen Jing shouted anxiously outside the window, Ye Jiajin always drew wrong, "You are so stupid," Wen Jing looked at Ye Jiajin who was snorting in front of him in the window and laughed, "You taught it," Ye Jiajin was not to be outdone in the window and shot back, "Okay, Ye Jiajin, you dare to laugh at me now, believe it or not, I don't draw you." ”

"You haven't shown me what you drew yet?" The Ye family saw Wen Jing directly flipping over the unfinished white paper when he looked inside.

"Okay, if you don't show me, I won't play with you again," Wen Jing turned her head away pretending to be angry.

"I was wrong, did you want to give me this painting?"

"Well, seeing you apologize so sincerely, I'll reward you."

"Wen Jing, come in directly next time, don't always stand outside," Ye Jiajin helped Wen Jing take the stool back, Ye Jiajin's mother saw Wen Jing from a distance, she locked the door and walked into the house with Wen Jing, this is also the first time Wen Jing has walked into the house.

The orange light in the room, the skin on the corner of the yellow table has fallen off, and the sawdust side is exposed like this, "Wen Jing, you haven't eaten yet," Ye Jiajin's mother took out the cucumber she had just picked from the ground, washed it and gave it to Wen Jing, Wen Jing was not restrained, nor was she afraid. At this time, Ye Jiajin came back, "Ye Jiajin, have you finished your homework?" ”

"He finished writing it a long time ago, I watched him write it," Ye Jiajin hadn't said it yet, Wen Jing said it first, and Ye Jiajin's mother smiled, "Then have you finished writing?" ”

"Of course I'm done."

"Yes, yes, you are so cute and smart, you have to teach Ye Jiajin more in the future."

"Your grandmother called you," Ye Jiajin couldn't hold his face and urged Wen Jing to hurry home.

"Auntie, then I'll go back first," Wen Jing said and left in a hurry.

Ye Jiajin was lying on the bed, he looked at the eaves, two of the black tiles on the eaves were transparent, he looked at the stars outside the house, but only the moon was missing, and the upstairs room was an orange lamp. He picked up the other side that he had just drawn, it was a girl, he just drew a braid, he lay on the bed and picked it up and wanted to continue drawing, only then did he start to draw the outline of his eyebrows, he didn't continue to paint, he wanted to see more clearly, he began to think about the situation when they first met over and over again, but he didn't dare to put pen to paper, he was afraid that he would draw one less eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth would be a little smaller, even if his memory was still very clear.

Early the next morning, after Ye Jiajin picked off two or three small leaves the size of a fingernail, Wen Jing went out with a listless face. "Wen Jing, you didn't even buy the book last night, and you didn't take your homework," before he read in the morning, Ye Jiajin took out Wen Jing's homework from his schoolbag and put the book on Wen Jing's desk, Wen Jing directly tore the art book at the bottom into half, and the page of Old Man Ding was given to Ye Jiajin, although Ye Jiajin said "It's really ugly," there was a burst of joy in his heart. He could look at it all day, even if it was just a random painting of less than a minute, even if the painting had no color rendering, when he held the painting, it was like the most beautiful gift in the world, and he was waiting for her to paint the most beautiful picture. As the sunlight fell, the corner where Wen Jing was also full of sunlight, he and her were in the bright classroom, the bell for morning reading had already sounded, and the sound of reading in the classroom was like the blood flowing in Ye Jiajin's body, so powerful and excited.

When she was going to have an art class on Friday, Wen Jing rummaged through the crayons in her school bag only to find that all the crayons had been broken in half and lying quietly in the box.

The Ye family saw the broken crayon at a close glance, and when he saw Wen Jing's aggrieved gaze, the anger that had just ignited in his heart had melted, although he wanted to find out who did it at that time? Even if he has a detective dream in his heart, at this time he just wants to be quiet and sad.

"Wen Jing, don't be sad, I'll buy you another box," how could Ye Jiajin understand Wen Jing's mood at this time, for a girl, it was not the first gift she received, let alone the expensive gift she received, but in this box of crayons, she had already deeply felt his thoughts, this boy named Ye Jiajin, the crayons he hid in her schoolbag, after a long time she saw the box of broken crayons that were a little dirty in the drawer, it turned out that a tree had been planted in her heart when she received the crayons.

Ye Jiajin decided to buy a box of crayons for Wen Jingzai, even if the head teacher already knew about this matter, he didn't find out any results, so he had to comfort a few words, who broke the crayons? This matter has been fruitless for several days, day and night have passed, Wen Jing's mood has improved, the Ye family is afraid that Wen Jing will be sad to see the crayons, he threw the broken crayons into the trash, but Wen Jing took advantage of the Ye family's lack of attention to rummage through the crayons in the trash can and hid them in the school bag.

She didn't tell Ye Jiajin, and when she got home, she carefully took out the crayons from her school bag, took a towel dipped in a little water and gently wiped them over and over again, but the ice cream marks on the crayon box remained on it forever, and this time she didn't cry again. At this time, the Ye family did not wait for Wen Jing at home, he was afraid that Wen Jing would not come like this, he felt that his hand holding the pen was a little heavy for the first time, he just wrote two words in his heart and turned over the waves, he threw down the pen and ran to Wen Jing's house, through the window he saw her holding the pen seriously, he felt that all this was satisfied, he did not disturb her, he left quietly, no one noticed this scene, even the wind did not notice, if there was a gust of wind, she would see him when she turned around, "Fortunately, it didn't disturb her." Didn't I do that before? He said silently in his heart, and when he thought of it, he was relieved, and his impulsive heart, which was worried that she would be upset, was now calmed.

"I'm going to buy her another box," just looked at the empty money box and his heart began to settle down, there was no extra pocket money, and he only saved some money for breakfast, he believed that as long as he was given some time, he could save enough money. One day, he saw hope, but it was a bit long, but it was the only way he could think of at this time.

The next morning, as usual, he waited outside the door to go to school with Wen Jing, and on the way home from school, he saw a man on a tricycle, on a white board on the car said to collect scrap, he was short of money, and he suddenly had an idea in his heart.

The next morning, before dawn, he woke up, and through the two transparent tiles, he looked at the sky outside that had not yet been lit, so he put on his clothes, and sneaked out of the door, and when the day was about to dawn, he dragged some wires and empty bottles and hid them in the back of the house, for fear that others would find out and pile up the old firewood next to him. After returning home and washing his face, he was ready to go to school with Wen Jing, and he could only force sleepiness in the classroom, and for a long time, sleepiness finally prevailed.

When he was asleep, Wen Jing would always remind him, and after a few times, Wen Jing was always tired when she looked at Ye Jiajin, but she didn't wake him up. Before the teacher could find out, Wang Guang, who was sitting behind Ye Jia, raised his hand to break the teacher's lecture in the classroom.