Lin Yu was shocked to find out that there was an extra receipt in the book three days later.
Originally, she had even given up struggling, and Fu Mingxiu started school next week, and the two of them hardly saw each other these days except for dinner, and it was estimated that they would not see each other after he started school.
Lin Yujing didn't want to cause trouble, and she didn't want to argue with Meng Weiguo because of these things. There was really no need for it. Just stay at home. Anyway, the door of the room was closed, and it was completely quiet, and no one would care about her.
As a result, the night before, when she went downstairs to pour water, she heard Aunt Zhang and Fu Mingxiu talking in the living room.
After ten o'clock in the evening, the servants were all asleep, and the house was very empty. Aunt Zhang lowered her voice and said in a low voice, "I think the child brought by Mr. Meng looks like an honest child, and he has been silent all this time. of."
Lin Yu walked to the stairs in shock and paused.
Fu Mingxiu didn't speak, and Aunt Zhang continued: "But you can't see anything when you look at it. The children are hiding it deeply now. You have to fight for what Mr. Fu left for you—"
"Aunt Zhang," Fu Mingxiu said impatiently, "I don't care about that, and it's not because of that that I don't like her, I just—" He was silent for a while, and his voice was low, "I just don't like her."
Aunt Zhang sighed: "I know you don't care. Your child has been like this since he was a child, but what's yours is yours. You can't let your own things fall into the hands of outsiders in the end."
"Madam said that she wanted to reassure you that she would not give away any money for nothing, but who knows what tricks this father and daughter have?"
"Besides, that little girl looks cute. That's the most dangerous thing. You are like Mr. Fu. You are the hardest-spoken and soft-hearted. Don't be deceived..."
"I watched you grow up. You are the young master that Aunt Zhang cares most about. In my opinion, you are the only one in this family. I don't even recognize the second lady..."
Lin Yujing quietly went upstairs with an empty glass in his hand.
I didn't drink a sip of water that night, and for some reason, I didn't feel thirsty anymore.
The lights in the room were turned off, and it was dark. The laptop was left on and placed on the stool at the end of the bed. A movie was playing on the bright white screen, and the light flickered.
Lin Yu was lying flat on the bed, looking at the hand stretched out from the ceiling, the shape of five fingers in the dark room.
She blinked blankly.
The next day Lin Yu woke up at four in the morning.
When she went downstairs, there was no one in the living room and dining room, and it was so quiet that everything seemed to be sleeping. Lin Yu looked at the time on her phone in surprise, it was half past five.
She went out, and of course Lao Li hadn't come yet. Lin Yujing walked out slowly by himself. After leaving the villa area, he followed the electronic map to find the subway station, and paused when he passed the 7-11.
A week ago, she also witnessed a bloody boss battle here.
Lin Yujing went in and bought two bean paste buns, took a carton of milk for breakfast, and walked towards the subway station.
The location here is very good, the car is convenient, there is really a subway near their school, it doesn’t look too far, and at six o’clock in the morning, there are not too many people on the subway, Lin Yu was shocked when he went up. There was an empty seat, she sat down, sent a message to Lao Li, and drank the carton of milk.
As a result, it only took more than half an hour to get to school, not counting the time of walking, which was about the same as the time it usually took for Lao Li to send her to traffic jams.
When Lin Yu was surprised, there was no one in the class. She lay down on the table and started to catch up on sleep. The third period is Lao Jiang's class. Liu Fujiang has a good personality and has no other problems except Moji. The students have become familiar with him in the past week, and the address has changed from Teacher Liu to Brother Jiang and Lao Jiang.
Lao Jiang was as sluggish in class as the others, and it might be because he knew the average level of the students in Class 20 at the beginning of the term, fearing that they would not be able to keep up. Lin Yujing didn’t bother to listen to Mendel’s pea hybridization experiment until now. , the book was spread out on the table, and he propped his head in boredom and flipped through it casually.
As a result, I saw the receipt paper inside.
Lin Yu was stunned for a few seconds, and after distinguishing for a while, he didn't recognize the word Shen Juan.
It’s not like he usually writes like he’s tied up with a Sky Monkey salute and can fly into the sky in a second. The gestures look calm and solemn, word by word, and the last one signed—parents: Meng Weiguo.
Although the handwriting is different from what he usually writes, but apart from him, no one else seems to know about it.
Lin Yu turned his head in shock, and looked at the person sitting next to him.
Shen Juan was watching a video, propped his head limply, his mobile phone stood behind a tall stack of books, and the textbook just made a natural mobile phone holder for him.
Almost every one of this person's books has his name on it. I have never seen him write anything on it in class.
Lin Yu looked at him in surprise, hesitant to speak.
When this receipt was written, she had no idea.
She never expected that Shen Juan would actually write the receipt for her.
Recalling her not very warm and friendly attitude these two days, Lin Yujing felt quite sorry.
She is a girl who is affectionate and righteous, knows how to repay her kindness, and is very particular about the loyalty of the world.
I don't like being in debt to others.
And judging from the fact that during the first week of school, Shen Juan watched videos in addition to sleeping in class, and read books when he was free, and looked like he was idly flipping through books. If you don't study, you may not need her help in study.
During the lunch break, Lin Yujing handed the receipt to Liu Fujiang.
Liu Fujiang had no doubts. Lin Yujing handed in the receipt late, and the dormitories were basically all allocated. In Lin Yujing's situation, he had to ask the logistics teacher to see how to divide them. Liu Fujiang finished talking to her with a smile. , and asked her recent study status: "How is it? Do you feel too much pressure on study? Can you keep up?"
"Well, it's okay." Lin Yujing said modestly.
There was a boy standing in front of Liu Fujiang's desk. He was wearing a school uniform jacket and tight jeans.
Lin Yu glanced at him in shock, feeling a little familiar, couldn't help but take another look.
The boy kept staring at her without blinking his eyes.
Xiao Lin, who has never been afraid of staring at others, tilted his head and looked at him.
Before it lasted a few seconds, he was interrupted by Liu Fujiang. After Lin Yujing handed in the receipt, he turned around and left the office. When he closed the door, he heard Liu Fujiang say to the tight jeans earnestly, "Your mother told me, I think it's all right. , young man, you get back to work later—"
Lin Yu was startled and thought it was someone from another class taught by Liu Fujiang, and was called to give a lecture.
As a result, as soon as I came back from a good lunch at noon, I just entered the class, and I felt a gust of wind passing by, accompanied by the boy's ghostly crying and howling: "Dad! You really left me alone!"
Lin Yu stared at the skinny jeans lying on his desk, throwing all his strength on Shen Juan, and was a little dazed.
Shen Juan didn't react, he was dazed for a few seconds, and after seeing the person clearly, he said "ah", "Are you also from class ten?"
"Yeah, dad, why don't you just leave without calling me? Jiang Han and I were directly brought to justice by the police uncle. After being taken back by my mother, we were almost beaten to death."
Lin Yu was startled when he remembered that he had indeed seen this face before.
Mop number two.
Dirty braids and small flower arms.
It's just that the boy's dreadlocks have been completely removed, and even his hair has been shaved. The length is directly above the ears, exposing the forehead. It looks clean and refreshing, making people almost unrecognizable.
Mop No. 2 is worthy of being his own son. His father, Shen Juan, threw him away in a group fight and left him to fend for himself. He didn't hold any grudges. He seemed to be used to it. He described it painfully when he was in the police station. He squatted until midnight, and wrote a review titled "I will fight again in the future, I am the grandson". After being taken home by his mother in the early morning, he suffered a mixed doubles and shaved his brain and braids.
He just propped his butt on Lin Yujing's desk and talked to Shen Juan. Lin Yujing didn't sit there either. He just stood at the door for a while, looking at his phone and listening to each other.
"Father, really," Mop No. 2 was still saying from the bottom of his heart, "You don't know how happy I am to be in the same class as you, are you not happy? I'm your son! Your son Wang Yiyang is back I'm in the same class as you! Come back to honor you!!"
Shen Juan stepped on the crossbar by the side of the table and laughed: "Okay, I know you are filial, are you done? Get out of here, I'm waiting at the same table."
Lin Yu, who was suddenly named, was still digesting the fact that his son and his father were in the same class. He was a little unresponsive. He put down his phone and looked up.
Wang Yiyang blinked, and finally his father was no longer the only one in his eyes. He turned his head and glanced at Lin Yujing, his eyes looked very enthusiastic: "Miss sister," Wang Yiyang walked over and looked at her with a smile, "again We met, so fate, to be honest, the first time I saw you, I felt fate with you, you look a bit like my own mother, so you are very kind."
Lin Yu was startled: "..."
She should have seen it when the boy waved his fists and shouted "Kill me!" during the fight. Mop No. 2 was probably a bit out of his mind.
Wang Yiyang looked at her enthusiastically: "Then how are you thinking about that tattoo of yours? Have you decided what to tattoo?"
Lin Yu stared at him blankly for a while before remembering what happened.
"Ah," she uttered a single syllable, and glanced at Shen Juan, "it's not decided yet."
Wang Yiyang was very nervous, as if he was afraid that Lin Yujing would not get the tattoo on their place, and looked at her seriously: "Miss sister, I'm serious, my dad is very skilled, really, it doesn't hurt much, just let him give it to you." you do."
Lin Yu was startled: "..."
Shen Juan: "..."
No matter how you listen to it, you feel that something is wrong, but it seems that there is nothing wrong.
A lot of messy thoughts popped up in Shen Juan's mind uncontrollably, a vein popped on his forehead, and he subconsciously gave Lin Yu a startled look.
The little girl opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, she looked a bit dazed and hadn't reacted yet.
Wang Yiyang was still afraid that Lin Yu would not believe it, so he rolled up his school uniform jacket to reveal his little half of his flowery arm: "He made mine for me, look, this foggy face—"
Shen Juan couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked him from under the table: "Shut up."
Wang Yiyang shut up.
Wang Yiyang didn't come directly after school started, his mother forcibly cut off all his dirty braids, he had a big conflict and rebelled for a week before returning to school.
Originally, there were even numbers of forty-eight seats in the class. After he came back, Liu Fujiang asked him to go to the logistics and moved a set of tables and chairs. He sat in front of Shen Juan, next to the podium, with one person and one table, and was treated like an emperor.
In the first English class in the afternoon, the English teacher's voice was gentle, and it was one of the most hypnotic classes. In addition, I was prone to drowsiness after eating a meal in the morning, and the whole class was drowsy.
The English teacher was not affected in the slightest, and the lectures were smooth and smooth, and he could interact with himself when he was excited.
Lin Yu flicked through the vocabulary list and glanced at Shen Juan. The teenager's English book was spread out on the table, with one hand propping his head, and the other hand pinching the pen with three fingers and turning it around. He would turn a page every once in a while to pretend .
That is, the teacher was talking about the second unit, and he had already turned to the next seven or eight lessons.
Lin Yu cleared his throat in shock, leaned over a little, and whispered, "I'll hand in the receipt in the morning."
"Huh?" Shen Juan stopped turning the pen, raised her head, a little confused, and it took a few seconds to realize what she said, "Ah."
Lin Yu looked at him in shock: "That..."
Shen Juan raised his head.
The girl fell silent.
Shen Juan raised his eyebrows suspiciously.
Lin Yu was surprised to say thank you.
The sincere kind.
It's quite strange to say this, usually she doesn't feel thankful or anything, when she doesn't care about it, when she's perfunctory, or when she deliberately wants to coax people to be good, she can open her mouth with nice words of thanks, a series of words I don’t repeat it, and I said it happily. Now I really want to say thank you, but it’s hard for me to say it, and it’s even a bit embarrassing.
Just a thank you.
two words.
Lin Yu stared at him in surprise, held back for a long time, finally let out a breath of frustration, and put one hand into the pocket of his school uniform jacket, with a low voice, like a kitten: "You stretch out your hand..."
Shen Juan looked at her without even thinking about it. Hearing what she said, he stretched out his hand.
Lin Yujing rummaged through his pocket for a while, and put something in his palm.
The girl's hand was white and small, her fingertips brushed against his palm, and it felt a little cold, and then a cool thing fell from her hand, carrying a little weight.
Shen Juan lowered his eyes, and a lollipop lay quietly in his palm.
White sticks, sugar balls wrapped in cellophane, pink and tender in color.
Peach flavor.
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Shen Juan's inner world: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! It was given by my daughter-in-law! ! ! ! (dancing around