"Okay, good, the teacher will buy it for you."

The head teacher held back the tears in his eyes, lowered his head at various angles, tried to avoid Zhang Zixuan's eyes, and pretended to walk out of the infirmary very easily.

The wind at the door, stay for a minute, and want to leave with the head teacher.

"Wind groaning?"

Zhang Zixuan suddenly opened her mouth and shouted Feng Yin's name, and Feng Yin turned her head in confusion.

"You know me?"

It's not the difference between the wind and the yin, but in the mouth of the head teacher, Zhang Zixuan doesn't look like a child watching her live broadcast, not to mention that this is still a child in the third year of high school.

"Well, I know you, are you here to broadcast live from our school?"

"Yes, I'm here to be an aunt today."

Zhang Zixuan looked at the wind at the door, not knowing what to think.

"Can you stay for a while?"

Fengyin really doesn't have anything to do, and it doesn't seem impossible to stay, and it seems that this place is more valuable for live broadcasting.

"Yes, don't worry, I won't broadcast you live."

"It's okay, I'm eighteen years old, just the day before yesterday."

Now that September has just passed, Zhang Zixuan has just entered her third year of high school.

"Okay."

Feng Yin walked in and sat next to Zhang Zixuan, touched her forehead with one hand, and lowered it a little.

"You'll be sweating for a while, don't catch a cold."

"Thank you."

Zhang Zixuan's smile is very warm, and when she takes off her glasses, her eyes are squinted, like a lazy kitten.

"I guess my mom won't come, and neither will my dad."

Zhang Zixuan didn't need to ask Fengyin at all, she asked and answered herself.

It's just that the tone doesn't seem to care, but in fact, the core is sadness that only I understand.

"Wind Groan, do you think I'm a bad boy?"

"I don't know, I don't know you."

Feng Yin's straightforward answer amused Zhang Zixuan.

"You're so interesting, ordinary people shouldn't be used to comforting others and saying that you're not a bad boy."

Feng Yin looked at Zhang Zixuan very sincerely, frowned disapprovingly, and said, "Am I an ordinary person?" ”

"Hehehe, you're not."

Zhang Zixuan smiled, and tears flowed down her eyes when she laughed.

Feng Yin took the paper on the table, pulled out one and handed it to Zhang Zixuan and asked, "Although I don't know why you treat me as a confidant big sister, but you can say it if you want to, there are many people who are willing to listen to your story." ”

Zhang Zixuan took the paper and wiped her tears, looked at the mobile phone in Li Sanyi's hand, and there was hesitation and impulse in her eyes.

"I ——— I ——— want my parents to love me, love me from the heart, not love my grades, love me as an obedient eldest daughter, love me for being humble, love me for not causing trouble, love me for being sensible."

Zhang Zixuan's tears flowed uncontrollably, the tears of the brush crackled and fell, and the tissues were instantly soaked.

Feng Yin calmly took out two pieces of paper and wiped them for Zhang Zixuan.

"I have a younger sister and I love her very much, but sometimes I am very jealous of her, jealous that she can be coquettish and joke with her parents, they will laugh very happily together, every time I am with my parents, the three of us will be very quiet, so quiet that I think I am alone."

"Only when I tell them that I won the first place in the exam this time and what award I won in the competition, will their emotions fluctuate and they will praise me, and only then will I feel that I am their daughter."

"I don't dare to stop, I study hard, just to find a little sweetness."

"They don't know what size shoes I wear, what size of clothes I wear, they don't know what I like to eat, they don't know what I hate, do you say you love someone like that?" (End of chapter)