In the courtyard, there were about twenty schoolchildren of his size, the youngest was only five or six years old, and the oldest was sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.

Qi Yu's eyes swept over, a little lost, and she didn't come. I don't know when he suddenly cared about her up.

He turned out the scroll and pen and ink, and looked at the old gentleman, as if he wanted to temporarily test his calligraphy.

But seeing that there was a little fat man beside Qi Yu, he suddenly made a sad face, and whispered: "Qi Yu, you know, my calligraphy is not good, can you help me with a few strokes when the time comes, just fool around." ”

The little fat man was wearing a red brocade robe, which was quite luxurious, his long hair was tied into long braids and fell on his back, and his white face and small eyes were dripping and turning. It's just that in those eyebrows, he is very timid, and his voice is very low, for fear of being discovered by Mr. Wu.

After the little fat man finished speaking, he found that Qi Yu didn't react at all, and muttered his fat lips, thinking that Qi Yu didn't hear it, so he leaned in and repeated it again.

Qi Yu still didn't react, as if he was deaf, and the little fat man was stunned, not knowing what to do. The Qi Yu he clearly remembered was not like this, and when he took a small test like this before, he would more or less help him.

After all, he and Qi Yu had a good time, and they had never offended, and they didn't know what was wrong with them today, so they didn't say a word. Even when Mr. Wu called the name, Qi Yu took a long time to respond.

"It is estimated that the rain is the sequelae of being beaten by Zhao Yu last time, and it has become more and more stupid in the past two days. But I saw a big man with sallow skin behind him sneering at the little fat man and Qi Yu.

"But Zhao Yu hasn't come so far, is he really beaten stupid?" The one who spoke was a horse-faced baby next to the big man, wearing a brown horse coat, and asked tentatively.

The big man was a little older, extraordinary, fourteen or fifteen years old, and after hearing the words of the horse-faced little baby, he frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense, be careful of falling off your tongue." ”

The little fat man turned his head, glared at the big man, touched the back of his head, and shook his head again. Although he knew that Qi Yu liked to be in a daze on weekdays, today was obviously abnormal. Even in response to Mr. Wu's words, he was very casual and absent-minded, and he didn't know what was going on.

The little fat man sighed and took out a fried brush, dipped it in the ink in the inkstone, sat down at the long table, spread out the paper, and wrote dejectedly.

If it was a scroll, he could memorize it by rote, but this calligraphy was born with a grudge against him, and he couldn't learn it.

The most headache.

And Qi Yu on the side, when the schoolchildren around him started writing, he hadn't finished writing yet, and he was as slow as a snail. However, his calligraphy is recognized as good in private school.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, in addition to the piano, proficient in everything.

Qi Yu was absent-minded, he kept thinking about her, and the strange thing was that he couldn't remember the other party's name, and every time he opened his mouth, it would cause other schoolchildren to laugh.

Seeing that the other party is once again delayed in the future, I am afraid that he will be locked at home again and not allowed to study, the concept of male superiority and inferiority of women may be nothing to monks, but it is still deeply rooted in the homes of ordinary people at the bottom.

I don't know when Qi Yu began to pay attention to her who was sometimes secretly studying outside the door, and later Mr. Wu found out and let her come in to listen.

became the first female schoolboy in a private school.,Remember the time.,But it caused a big sensation.。

She is very quiet, and there is a touch of naughtiness in her quietness, her skin is very white, white and red, wearing a simple skirt and small floral cloth shoes.

Later, I gradually learned that the other party was sneaking around every time. The other party's father and mother may be too busy to take care of her, or because of the reputation of the sage's private school, they never arrested her back.

After that, Qi Yu was often late, and sometimes, he could meet him on the way, but he mostly nodded and smiled.

The number of times he was late was more, and the number of encounters on the way gradually increased, he may not be able to remember the other party's name, but he has always remembered the other party's dream.

Who said that women are inferior to men, he was very impressed and remembered.

Thinking like this, half an hour has passed, and the schoolchildren around Qi Yu have more or less written. And he just dipped it in ink, and with a single stroke, he stood still.

The rich ink stained the white paper, and his hand held the pen and remained motionless, as if to puncture the paper. He clearly remembered that the last time he saw her, he saw the other party's cover-up and the scars on his arms.

The red bars, left on the delicate skin, are very conspicuous and shocking to see.

At that moment, Qi Yu didn't know what to do, he was even embarrassed to step forward and ask, he didn't know why he was suddenly so shy.

On weekdays, although he is a little stunned, he is not introverted, and being in a daze is just a habit of him.

But when facing her, he was unusually restrained, Qi Yu had never felt this way, it was amazing, and he couldn't find a way to solve it.

Every time he spoke, whether active or passive, he stammered. Qi Yu swore that he had never stammered when he spoke since he was a child.

She hadn't been to the private school for three days in a row, and on the first day, some of the schoolchildren were talking, but on the second day, there were a lot less, and today, they seem to have forgotten about her.

Behind Qi Yu's left, there was an empty seat, where there seemed to be a faint lingering fragrance, but now it was empty.

His actions were obviously noticed by Mr. Wu, who was well-informed and could see Qi Yu's inner thoughts at a glance.

Mr. Wu was about to step forward, but saw that the door of the private school was gently pushed open, and a panting girl came in, her white little face was flushed, although it was a cool autumn, but still shed a trace of sweat.

The girl, wearing a skirt and floral shoes, walked in recklessly and smiled embarrassedly at Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu naturally didn't mind, and nodded and let her take a seat.

"Hey, it's Lingling, it's been three days. ”

"It's actually Lingling, why haven't you come to the private school these days. ”

The greetings of some schoolchildren shocked Qi Yu's heart, and he instantly recovered from his daze, and his right hand holding the pen trembled, and he was about to look back.

Listening to a sneer, the brush swiped to the right, and hit the inkstone fiercely, as if the force was too strong, and the inkstone was directly turned up, so that the ink inside splashed out alive and splashed his face.

Ink on the face......

"Hahahaha, what's wrong with you, you actually knocked over the inkstone, and you got ink on your face. ”

"It's really after... Sequelae?"

With the laughter of the big man and the horse-faced baby, the whole private school was happy.

I saw Qi Yu's face covered with ink, a black one, and his mind was blank, looking at Lingling, he wanted to speak again.