Jingle bells!

The bell rang for the end of class, waking Zhao Cheng up.

He found that it was a little strange that he could be distracted by beautiful women now.

When he looked at Wu Yi before, this kind of thing had never happened.

In fact, he himself has discovered, and he doesn't know why, in recent times, he has become more and more distracted, and the fantasy world has become more and more abundant.

And just now, the fantasy that appeared in his heart was the white-haired self and the white-haired Belvia, snuggling together and dying together.

He didn't know why, he was able to have such a strong imagination, just the imagined Belvia, he always felt that the other party's old age should be what he imagined, still so good-looking.

Then, he thought of a dream a few days ago, in which the other party seemed to be the queen of a country....

That's right, he was distracted again when he was woken up.

If he was a top student, he must have thought he was sick.

And now, he only feels that his imagination has been improved again, this is the evolution of the brain!

Of course, this is purely his own secondary school idea.

"Zhao Cheng, it's also your luck that you happen to be at the same table with me, I have a good thing to find you here now."

A hand slapped on Zhao Cheng's shoulder, waking Zhao Cheng up, and then Zhao Chengcheng saw the thin monkey-like man next to him

Raw, that big smile.

This boy is Zhao Cheng's tablemate, called Sun Yi, the name is very good, but he can't do it, when he didn't have a table with Sun Yi before, he saw Sun Yi and two boys with poor grades but a very rich family, bullying a boy from a very poor family but studying very hard.

If you are a scholar, strong, and have good grades, naturally no one will dare to provoke you, but if you have good grades, you are still weak, and your family conditions are not good, you will be easy to be bullied.

Yes, Zhao Cheng sees Sun Yi very clearly, don't look at the other party's smile very brightly now, it's just the appearance, the other party's heart is very bad.

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Cheng glanced at the other party, and there was no emotion in his voice.

In the early years of junior high school, because he was relatively thin, there were also strong people who wanted to bully him, and then he broom and, and the other party who chased him didn't dare to *** the room, and finally even alarmed the teaching director.

And after that, no one dared to mess with him, mainly because the price was too great and it was easy to die.

"Of course it's a good thing, Zhao Cheng, think about it, with our grades, this family, even if you go to college, it's a pheasant school, and it's difficult to find a job in the future, and now, there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in front of us, just a class of Li Yuanhao, the son of the richest man in Xiangcheng, plans to get a company to play, because he cares about the friendship of his classmates, so he doesn't plan to recruit people outside, but selects people in the school.....

Sun Yi said a lot of words, and there was one meaning in his words, this is a good opportunity, and he will regret it for a lifetime.

Sun Yi was talking about the sky, but Zhao Cheng was keenly aware of the unreliability of this matter.

According to Sun Yi, even if there is a problem in Li Gongzi's company, with Li Gongzi's atmosphere, he will definitely arrange them properly, and there is a high probability that they will be sent directly to the family business, so that he will not have to worry about the future.

But in Zhao Cheng's feeling, this is painting a pie.

Now it's good, but at that time, Brother Gongzi is comfortable playing, patting his ass and leaving, I'm afraid that except for a few people who are particularly good at patting on the back, most of the others are empty.

Zhao Cheng admits that he is not the kind of person who likes to pat people on the back.

As his mind turned, Zhao Chengcheng understood that Sun Yi had bad intentions, this was pulling cannon fodder, and he was going to play with Li Gongzi.

Sure enough, in the world, if someone says that there is something good to find you for no reason, it is most likely trying to trap you.....

Zhao Cheng's thoughts turned quickly, and at the same time, he was also surprised, surprised that he actually thought about it a little, and he figured it out

The routine of the surface.

If it was my former self, I might really be moved.

Yes, Zhao Cheng's face turned cold directly.

"You want to be a dog, don't pull me."

Zhao Cheng said.

"You!"

When Sun Yi heard this, he jumped up directly, clenched his fists, and was about to have a physical conflict, but when he saw Zhao Cheng's indifferent gaze, his aura suddenly weakened, and he couldn't swing his fists down.

If Zhao Cheng's gaze was evasive, he would definitely do it, but Zhao Cheng's gaze was a little wrong.

For some reason, he felt that if he did it, the result might not be too good.

Fortunately, at this time, the class bell rang, and Sun Yi immediately sat down on this step, moved his chair, and distanced himself from Zhao Cheng.

As for Zhao Cheng, he didn't care about Sun Yi, but felt that something was wrong with him.

He clutched his chest, feeling the dissipating violence, feeling a little less like himself.

Just now, a violent anger arose in his heart, and he even had a desire to directly use the pen in his hand to attack Sun Yi's eyes and throat.....

He thinks he is a very kind person, why is this happening?

Could it be that I was wrong?

In fact, he is a vicious person in his bones, but the era of peace covered up this?!

Jingle bells!

After a long time, the bell rang again, this time it was the bell after school, and Zhao Chengmu sent Belvia out of the classroom, and then got up.

Today, he still has nothing to do with Belvia.

It's not that he doesn't have courage, it's just that he always feels that it's not the right time, and he is familiar with this feeling, and he is still like this with Wu at the beginning, this is the feeling of meeting true love.

With a hint of sorrow, Zhao Cheng walked home alone, the school ended early, because there was no one in the community before it was lively, but when Zhao Cheng pushed open the door, he had already smelled a burst of fragrance.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother are still at work, and it is Zhao Xiaoxiang who cooks.

"Zhao Cheng, you're back, show you, I painted it today

Words, this is what I dreamed last night, look, isn't it handsome.....

Not long after cooking, Zhao Xiaoxiang, who was resting on the sofa, jumped up directly when he heard the movement, pointed at Zhao Cheng with both hands, and raised a piece of drawing paper.

"Eh, slow down."

Zhao Cheng hurriedly held the other party up.

Zhao Xiaoxiang is very thin, to be precise, it is a piece of skin wrapped in bones, and he weighs only more than 70 catties.

About three years ago, Zhao Xiaoxiang had a strange disease, and her body suddenly weakened, and compared to the weakness of the body, the most important thing is the weakness of the spirit.

I went to a lot of hospitals in the follow-up, and the conclusions I gave were that this was mentally damaged and could only be slowly recuperated, so that she might be able to live a few more years, and her body was actually healthy.

And because of this disease, she could only give up her studies and recuperate at home.

Originally, she didn't let her do the cooking, but she insisted that her life must have some meaning.

Even, she also taught herself to paint, and now she has begun to pick up some original painting orders on the Internet, compared to her peers, she is already a little rich woman.

Zhao Cheng looked at the weak Zhao Xiaoxiang, and his heart was naturally uncomfortable, but he didn't express it, he just smiled and held the other party, and then looked at the painting in the other party's hand.

The content of the painting is very abstract, vague light and shadow, messy, but there is an extraordinary essence, it can be vaguely seen that in the light and shadow, it seems to be a person, no, to be precise, it is like a god, Zhao Cheng actually felt a kind of divinity.

The vague white-gold pattern seems to be telling

What.

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment before asking, what is this painting?

"Of course it's you, I'm telling you, in my dreams, you're ............."