The hospital was a little far from Yan Yimu's home, and when I took a taxi to the gate of the community, it was almost eleven o'clock.

The community where she lives is a garden house, close to the city center, and every family is a large family with a jump, and those who can buy a house here can be regarded as a family above the middle class in Yangcheng.

Yan Yimu unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and walked in lightly, for fear of disturbing the people who had already rested.

The light in the living room was unexpectedly on, Xia Jiyun sat cross-legged on the carpet, and the coffee table in front of him was piled up with exercise books and papers for each class.

"Yan Yimu, is your mobile phone an ornament?"

The tone was very fierce, but he usually spoke to Yan Yimu like this, she was used to it, and still explained: "The phone is muted, and I didn't receive your call." But I left you a message on Q.Q......"

Q.Q said that sometimes the reminder is not timely, and she thinks that the other party may not have seen it.

But in exchange for Xia Jiyun's more impulsive tone, "Have time to reply to Q.Q, but don't have time to call back?" ”

Yan Yimu shrunk his neck in fright by his fierce appearance, "Aren't you already asleep at this time...... I was afraid of waking you up, so I didn't call you. ”

"I'm sorry to worry you."

"Who's worried about you?" Xia Jiyun put away his homework in three or two times, turned his head and went back to the room, "Don't make a fool of yourself." ”

He slammed the door shut, and it was especially piercing in the middle of the night.

Yan Yimu stood alone in the empty living room for a while, then turned off the light in the living room, and silently walked up to the second floor and returned to his room with his familiarity with the room.

Whether she is cowardly or cowardly, she really doesn't dare to argue with Xia Jiyun.

for he is the son of this family.

After Xia Jiyun's mother and her father got married, they formed a reorganized family, but the family did not last long, and her father died in a car accident.

Xia Jiyun's mother Xia Weiren is very good, she did not get rid of the oil bottle left by her deceased husband, but still treated her like a daughter, providing her with food and clothing, living for her, and studying for her.

But Yan Yimu is self-aware, and she knows very well what kind of situation she is in now.

Xia Jiyun is the mother and son who have a blood bond with Xia Wei, she is just an outsider with the name of her stepdaughter, and the situation is already delicate, if she is no longer obedient when facing Xia Jiyun, then she may not even be able to keep her current place of residence.

A small crescent-shaped lamp illuminated her desk, and before the homework to be handed in tomorrow was finished, she began to bow her head and write seriously, but the mathematical formulas in her eyes became more and more blurred, and tears were uncontrollably dripping on the exercise book, smearing the handwriting.

She stubbornly didn't cry, and habitually touched the tissue from her pocket, but found a dark blue square scarf.

The four corners are printed with intricate vine patterns, and at a glance the men's model, the Burberry logo is embroidered in the lower right corner.

It's still clean and not soiled by her, but I forgot to return it to Nian Hesheng.

She folded it carefully, and the wind she carried when she put it down sent a cold fragrance into her nose.

Very cold fragrance, she didn't know what kind of fragrance it was, picked it up and smelled it again, but still didn't smell it, but Nian Hesheng's face slowly appeared in her mind.

It's as if this cold incense was born in response to his person and face.

- The degree of fit is almost tailor-made.

Yan Yimu's sad mood was diluted by this cold fragrance, she cheered up again, folded Nian Hesheng's square scarf and put it in the cabinet, and continued to fight wits and courage with mathematics.

The next day, in the anonymous boys' group of No. 2 Middle School, Yan Yimu and Zhang Chao's photos at the gate of Class 6 yesterday were taken and posted by someone with a heart.

[Yan Yimu? She's coming to school, and she's still in such a good figure [squinting]]

[Huh? Do you have clairvoyance? Her school uniform is so big, she can see a fart]

[You don't understand this, last semester she ran 800 meters, and when she ran up, the pair of bears in front of her could really kill people when she moved [Sihasha]]

[Open the yellow cavity in the morning, not afraid of the tide boss getting you? ] 】

【it!】 In this photo, is the tide boss confessing to Yan Yimu? 】

[Oh Huo, Yan Yimu was mostly taken down by the tide boss, and we only have Wang Lizi left]

[Can Wang Lizi and Yan Yimu compare? ] It's not a grade]

……

Yan Yimu wrote her math homework late last night, and finally slept on her desk all night because she was too sleepy, and almost overslept when she got up, so she hurriedly packed herself up and took the subway to school.

As soon as she arrived at the class, she found that her classmates were secretly looking at her, and she was looked at strangely uncomfortable.

After taking a seat and finding her new table mate reading a book with headphones on, she quickly took out the Cantonese pineapple bun and chocolate milk hidden in her school bag and pushed them onto his desk.

Nian Hesheng raised his head from the book, and looked at Yan Yimu's smiling face with kindness, he took off one of his earphones, "What do you mean?" ”

"Thank you!" She said and enthusiastically pushed things closer in front of the crane in the past, "This pineapple bun is delicious, I buy it every week, and it is a perfect match with this brand of chocolate milk!" ”

The sweet pineapple bun and sweet chocolate milk make you feel the sweet and greasy taste without eating the sound of the crane.

He continued to look down, "Take it back." ”

"Don't you want it?" The smile on Yan Yimu's face faded, "Or don't you like pineapple buns and chocolate milk?" ”

"I've eaten it."

"Oh......"

She came late, and it is understandable that Nian Hesheng eats breakfast early.

So she asked again: "Did I give you enough money yesterday?" If it's not enough, I'll bring a little bit today. ”

Nian Hesheng said in an indistinguishable tone: "Do you know how much you gave me yesterday?" ”

She shook her head honestly, "I don't know, but I'll give you everything." ”

Nian Hesheng looked at her sideways and found that her eyes were really clear like glass beads, and the emotions in them could be seen at a glance, only pure doubts, not mixed with the slightest desire to play with his emotions.

Forget it, what's there to worry about with a little girl who loves to cry.

"That's enough, don't give it anymore."

He put on his headphones again, put the book back on the table, and gave Yan Yimu a look.

Yan Yimu had no choice but to stretch out his hand and take his thank you gift back, thinking that he must come early tomorrow, so that he could give him his thank you gift before he had breakfast.

Liu Rui, who was in the front row, saw the scene just now clearly, and turned his head back with some resentment.

After the morning self-study, the representatives of each subject began to get up to collect their homework.

After Yan Yimu handed in his math homework, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a big question that he hadn't written last night, "Can you wait for me for a few minutes?" I don't seem to have a question I didn't do. ”

The class representative was about to turn out her workbook and give it to her, when Yang Ying, a member of the recreation committee in the class, suddenly stood up and said in Cantonese: "The math teacher is strict to death, if you send your homework to the office to delay, not only will you be scolded, but we will all be scolded......

"Yes, yes, don't make everyone scolded because of one person!"

Yan Yimu is very popular in the class, everyone knows that she is a classmate from other places, and she usually speaks in Mandarin, but the few Cantonese words just now are obviously those who Yang Ying and she played well do not want her to understand.

Nian Hesheng took off his headphones, and heard Liu Rui, who was sitting in front of Yan Yimu, speak for her, "It won't be good if you go a few minutes late, Yan Yimu, you quickly take back the exercise book and write, otherwise you will be punished for standing in the corridor." ”

Zhao Na also defended Yan Yimu, "Yes, you give Yimu the exercise book and let her write a few lines casually!" ”

The girls led by Yang Ying were reluctant to let the class representative give Yan Yimu the exercise book, and the class representative was caught in the middle and looked very embarrassed.

Yan Yimu said to the other party: "You take away your homework." ”

The other party nodded gratefully at her, Yang Ying sat back in her position, and Liu Rui turned his head with a look of wanting to say something.

Yan Yimu smiled at him, "Thank you." ”

She and Yang Ying have never been married, but the other party doesn't know why they are often hostile to her.

This time it was also her own problem, and she really shouldn't let her classmates take the risk of being scolded by the teacher because of her.

As a result, in the second math class, Yan Yimu was unexpectedly criticized by the math teacher in public, "If you don't write the last big question, do you keep me to write it for you?" ”

She stood in position, her head buried low and biting her lower lip, her hands restless in front of her, squeezing very tightly.

I don't know if it's because of shame or embarrassment, Nian Hesheng saw that her eyes were red all around, and the color almost covered the pale blue dark circles under her eyes, and she looked like she wanted to cry or not.

"Can I learn more from your tablemates? Someone else's math homework yesterday was the only one in the class who got it all right! ”

She cautiously planned to glance at Nian Hesheng, but was yelled at by the teacher: "Stand in the corridor, you don't have to listen to this class!" ”

The table was all right, but she didn't even finish writing.

With Nian Hesheng as her control group, the math teacher was very angry this time, not only punishing her for standing in the corridor for a class, but even making her have to stand full for ten minutes after class.

It was okay during class, and the students on the entire floor came out after class, walking around the corridor, and all kinds of eyes fell on Yan Yimu.

She was really embarrassed, buried her head the whole time, and suddenly a shadow appeared on the ground, covering the light in front of her.

"Yimu, you were punished for standing?"

Yan Yimu raised her head, Zhang Chao, who gave her more headaches than the punishment station, was standing in front of her at the moment, and the people in the corridor who were just silently looking at her just now made a coaxing "call" in the crowd one after another, as if they were about to watch some good show.

Zhang Chao twisted his neck and shouted, "Shut up!" ”

The crowd was suddenly quiet, and Zhang Chao turned back to Yan Yimu and restrained his anger a little, "It's all out of class, and there is no teacher staring at it, so don't stand here so obediently." Isn't the injury on your leg still healed? ”

His concern was a burden to Yan Yimu, and she still wanted to save some face for him in front of people, and whispered: "Zhang Chao, don't come to me, I made it very clear to you yesterday." ”

Zhang Chao scratched his head, "I also thought about it for a long time last night, I still don't plan to give up, you can refuse me, but you can't stop me from chasing you." ”

He likes Yan Yimu The whole school knows it, he didn't want to hide people's eyes, and his voice was not deliberately lowered like Yan Yimu, and it spread to the crowd, causing a commotion that was even bigger than just now, and the light whistles were heard one after another.

"The tide boss is awesome, bravely chasing love!"

"I don't promise anyone this, it's a bit too much to say......"

Yan Yimu nodded quickly and agreed, there are not many good men like Brother Chao!

She saved face for Zhang Chao, but Zhang Chao didn't leave her any leeway.

Yan Yimu turned his head and walked into the classroom through the back door in shame, not paying attention to the front, and coldly bumped into a chest.

She leaned back after being hit, and the sequelae of the penalty standing class flare up at this moment, her calves were numb and she couldn't steady her pace, and just before she was about to fall to the ground, her wrist was grabbed and pulled forward, helping her stabilize her body.

A cold fragrance came to her face, and the sound of jade percussion fell into her ears immediately.

"Stand firm."