"Nothing."

"Still saying it's nothing?" Song Wanqiu's gaze fell on the bruises on the corners of his mouth, and she directly pierced and said, "Look at you, what's wrong with you here, did you fight with someone?" If I don't ask you, you won't tell. ”

She found out at dinner in the evening, expecting him to take the initiative to tell her. But he just lowered his head and ate silently, and didn't say anything.

He always likes to keep things to himself, and when Xiaojiu is not there, he seems to have changed back to the taciturn child he used to be.

When her mother asked, Rong Yan could only tell her about it. He pursed his lower lip and said with a cold face, "They hit me first." ”

Song Wanqiu sat down next to him and looked at him distressedly, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Why the fight?"

"They're stealing my stuff." Rong Yan clenched the pen in his hand, and a cold light flashed under his eyes.

"What is so important that you should fight them?"

Speaking of this, Rong Yan's eyes flickered, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Song Wanqiu thought of something, smiled and said, "Let my mother guess, it should be something from Xiaojiu's sister, right?" ”

Rong Yan was even more embarrassed, and responded in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

The two boys in the class wanted to snatch the postcard he had sandwiched in the book, which Xiaojiu's sister had bought at the village market when she was recording the show, and later gave him one.

He has always cherished it, carried it with him, took it out from time to time, and told himself that he also has friends, and there are children who like him.

So if others want to rob it, he will never allow it.

Song Wanqiu sighed and said a little helplessly: "Although my mother understands that you don't want the things sent by Xiaojiu's sister to be snatched away, but, don't fight with others, if you get hurt, your mother will be very distressed." ”

Rong Shi nodded.

"And oh, why don't you rest so late?" Song Wanqiu asked again.

Rong Yan lowered his eyes, looked at the workbook in front of him, and said with a hint of firmness in his tone: "I want to enter the university quickly, I heard that there is a scholarship." ”

Song Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, and her heart suddenly became sour.

How old is he to think about sharing the burden for his family?

"Didn't Mom get a job? Working as a clerk in a unit, the salary is enough for the two of us to live, so you don't put too much pressure on yourself. ”

Rong Shi disagreed.

It's impossible for him not to put pressure on himself, saying that he wants his mother to live the best life, and he has to clean up Rong Cheng's bastard. And Qiao Man, he won't let it go.

The most important thing is that he wants to marry Xiaojiu's sister.

The cute smiling face of Xiaojiu's sister appeared in his mind, and he heard Song Wanqiu's gentle voice again, "Good, rest early, don't be too late, okay?" ”

"Hmm." Rong Yan obediently agreed, and said, "Mom, when the summer vacation is over, can I go to see Sister Xiaojiu?" ”

Song Wanqiu suddenly smiled again, "Okay, mom will take you back." Otherwise, you probably have lovesickness. ”

Although he had never heard of lovesickness, he literally knew what it meant, so he quickly lowered his head and continued to do the question, pretending not to hear anything.

Song Wanqiu snickered, rubbed his hair, and told him to go to bed earlier before leaving the room.

After she went out, Rong Yan raised her head and looked at the calendar in the corner of her desk. It's still mid-March, and there are still three or four months left before the summer vacation.

It's been a long time, but he's already looking forward to it.

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