Three months have passed in a blink of an eye. Just after the New Year, the festive atmosphere on the street has not yet completely receded, and Nanhua High School has already devoted itself to intense study.
Although it was the second semester of high school, Yang Qianfan did not feel the oppression caused by the approach of the college entrance examination. He still lives every day at ease and extremely happy. After he finished playing at noon, he just walked out of the court and saw Tang Xiaohui standing next to the parking shed, anxiously not knowing who was waiting.
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you waiting for that short winter melon?" Yang Qianfan stepped forward and looked at him condescendingly.
Tang Xiaohui raised his eyes and saw that it was him, as if the little devil saw the king of Hades, and ran away in fright.
"Come back, what are you running? I won't eat you again." Yang Qianfan grabbed his back and saw that he was holding a small bottle with a strange shape and exquisite shape in his right hand. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "In your hand What is it holding, bring it over and let me see."
"It's nothing, nothing to look at." Tang Xiaohui whispered, and was so nervous that he stuffed the bottle into his trouser pocket.
"It's nothing. I want to see it too. If you are acquainted, bring it to me as soon as you hear." Yang Qianfan stretched out his hand and frowned and threatened him.
Just when Tang Xiaohui was in a dilemma under his lust, Zhu Hui suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Yang Qianfan, you are bullying classmates here again." Zhu Hui stood on tiptoe, standing behind Yang Qianfan and shouted at him.
Yang Qianfan looked back and saw that Zhu Hui was wearing a fluffy red cotton jacket on her upper body and a floral red dress on her lower body. The dress was long enough to wrap her two short spider-like legs tightly. , Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing. To be honest, Zhu Hui looks funny today, all red and bloated like a big red hollow radish.
"Why do you dress like a red envelope today? You want to get married." Yang Qianfan mocked her and said.
"You need to control, you are a defeated player, but don't forget your promise and don't bully Xiaohui." Zhu Hui frowned, pointed at him, and reminded him in an unpleasant voice.
"Which eye did you see me bullying him?"
"I saw it with both eyes." Zhu Hui pointed to her eyes, snorted at him, and happily talked to Tang Xiaohui: "When did you come, did you wait here for a long time?".
"Fortunately, it didn't take long." Tang Xiaohui said, took out the bottle from her trouser pocket and handed it to her, then said: "This is what my mother wants me to give you."
Zhu Hui took the bottle and looked at it, and thanked him with a cheerful smile.
"What is in this bottle? Bring it over and show me." Yang Qianfan said, and stretched out his hand again.
"Why don't I show it to you?" Zhu Huibai glanced at him and quickly put the bottle into her pocket.
"Are you going to give it or not? I ask you one last time." Yang Qianfan stared at her fiercely, spreading his five fingers, as if anger came out of the palm of his hand.
"No, no, no..." After Zhu Hui yelled frantically at him, she took advantage of him and took Tang Xiaohui next to him and ran away.
Yang Qianfan was even more annoyed when she saw that she didn't know how to promote her, and she stepped forward and caught them both.
"What do you want to do? You, a perverted billy goat, want to hit people again! You better not forget that you were my defeat last year. I might not lose to you if I want to fight."
"Really? Then let's make gestures now to see who will lose." Yang Qianfan said, raising his eyebrows lightly.
"I'm sorry, this girl is in a bad mood today and doesn't want to abuse animals. If you have a bit of fun, get out quickly. Otherwise, I will get rid of you, throw it into the hot pot, and entertain guests from three to seventy-two parties." Zhu Hui said. Throwing away his hand, he walked past him as if nothing had happened.
"You dwarf melon, you dare to despise me." Yang Qianfan saw that she was defiant, so angry, he stepped forward and grabbed her, dragged her to death, unable to move.
"Let go of me, you simple-minded fellow with well-developed limbs."
"Who do you think is simple? Say it again if you have the ability."
"Don't you admit that you have a simple mind. Look at you. I'm so stupid that I say it again and you don't understand. Now I have to repeat it again." Zhu Hui glanced at him contemptuously, and sighed: "Oh! It's too stupid to be saved."
"You—" Yang Qianfan was so angry that the roots of the veins on his head went out. Every time he faced Zhu Hui's seemingly reasonable vibes, he always seemed dull, speechless and resisted, "Ok... OK …, I can’t speak for myself, but I can’t tell you."
"What is clumsy? Too stupid is too stupid. There is nothing hard to admit."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm too stupid." Yang Qianfan said perfunctorily, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, suddenly put her hand into her pocket and snatched the delicate little bottle.
He got the bottle as he wished, but after watching for a long time, he couldn't understand what was written on the bottle.
"What is written crookedly on it?" Yang Qianfan asked this little bottle curiously.
"Give it back to me, how can your IQ understand what is written on it." Zhu Hui was anxious like a flea, jumping around him, trying to retrieve the bottle he had stolen from his hand. .
When Yang Qianfan saw her coming to grab it, he became even more interested, and simply lifted the bottle high, letting Zhu Hui jump around beside him, and was anxious when he couldn't grab the bottle. "You can return the bottle, but you want to tell me what is in this bottle?"
Zhu Hui frowned, gave him a blank look, sighed helplessly, and said: "It's Tibet safflower oil, you should be satisfied now! Give me the safflower oil soon." Then she stood on tiptoe again. Get up and grab the safflower oil in his hand.
"It turns out that it is written in Tibetan, no wonder I can't understand it." Yang Qianfan curiously opened the cap, put his nose close to sniff, and asked with a smile: "What do you want Tibetan safflower oil for? Does it treat internal rheumatism?" With that said, he raised the safflower oil higher.
"Don't be shivering, give it back to me soon, do you hear it?" Zhu Hui snarled at him unbearably when he saw him making things difficult.
"I don't think I am shivering, okay, very good." Yang Qianfan's gaze was dazzling, and the whole bottle of safflower oil was poured on the ground drop by drop to moisturize the dry weeds on the ground.
When Zhu Hui saw this scene, she jumped up with anger and kicked him.
"Ouch!" Yang Qianfan instinctively gave her a kick back from the pain. He hadn't weighed this kick in his heart, and he didn't know the severity, so he kicked Zhu Hui to the ground on the spot quickly and fiercely.
"Xiaohui, are you okay!" Tang Xiaohui hurried to her side in fright.
Zhu Hui sat on the ground, twisting her body into a ball and trembling, pain rushing from her legs to her whole body like a poisonous snake.
Yang Qianfan looked at her condescendingly, somewhat puzzled, and stepped forward and asked, "Hey, you short winter melon won't kick so casually! Sitting on the ground can't get up, I want to be a rascal!"
Zhu Hui lowered her head and ignored him, still trembling.
"Xiaohui, your skirt is wet, did the blisters burst!" Tang Xiaohui exclaimed at this moment.
"Blisters?" Yang Qianfan was shocked, took a step closer to Zhu Hui, rolled his eyes, pretending to be disapproving, and secretly squinting at her. Detecting her every move, she carefully lifted the corner of her skirt, revealing two The rotten leg covered in blisters makes people shudder and sympathize.
Zhu Hui immediately put down her skirt. After getting up from the ground with difficulty, she lowered her head and ignored no one, turning around and ran away.
"Xiaohui, Xiaohui." Tang Xiaohui called her behind her, but she ignored her, and in a hurry, he instinctively ran forward to chase her, but as soon as he stepped forward, he was stopped by Yang Qianfan.
"After a year, what happened to her being burned like this?" Yang Qianfan asked puzzledly.
"During the winter vacation, she was working in a hot pot restaurant and was accidentally scalded like this." After Tang Xiaohui finished speaking, he pushed him away impatiently, and hurried to chase Zhu Hui again.
Yang Qianfan stood on the spot, staring blankly at Zhu Hui's figure gradually being drawn small and blurred by the distance. He felt guilty. A warm spring breeze hit him and he shivered, as if only winter was left in the four seasons. .
The next day, due to conscientious condemnation, after school at noon, he ran to the drugstore and bought a bottle of good safflower oil, intending to send Zhu Hui to her in the afternoon.
In the third class in the afternoon, Zhu Hui’s class was taking physical education in the gymnasium. He skipped class while there was no one in the classroom, and sneaked into Zhu Hui’s class quietly, intending to buy him without knowing it. Safflower oil was secretly stuffed into her drawer. He put his head into the classroom, and his eyes swept around the classroom like a radar. After making sure that there was no one in the classroom, he walked in boldly. When he walked to Zhu Hui's seat, he saw that her desk was piled up with books in a mess. He picked up one of them and opened it. There was a pen drawing inside. It was a beautiful scene. Landscape painting. There are green pine, rolling snow-capped mountains, romantic thatched houses, and a leisurely antelope. The antelope is eating grass by a clear stream, and the door of the thatched house is ajar, as if waiting for someone to come. Seeing this painting, Yang Qianfan couldn't help but smile, and muttered to herself: "I didn't expect this short winter melon to be so talented. Not only did he have good grades, but he also painted so well in pen drawing. God really cares about her so much. Give her such a Smart head."
"Hey! What did you want to do when you came here?" Zhu Hui suddenly emerged from behind him, yelling on tiptoe in his ear.
Yang Qianfan was immediately buzzed in her ears by her deafening cry, and the birds screamed, so scared that he almost threw the book in his hand. He turned his head, looked at her awkwardly, blushing, and stammered: "You... When did you come back?"
"You are sneaky and sneaky here, you want to be a thief!" Zhu Hui gave him a cold look and snatched her own books and paintings from him.
"Hey! I..." Yang Qianfan blushed again with embarrassment. He wanted to apologize to her, but he was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak for a while.
"What do you want to do?" Seeing that he wanted to say something, Zhu Hui became even more disgusted with him, and said coldly: "You are not welcome here, please go right away."
"Do I really make you feel so annoying?"
"Yes, you make me feel very and extremely annoying." Zhu Hui pointed at him and said clearly, verbatim.
"Alright... Alright." Yang Qianfan didn't want to argue with her, and asked quietly, "Isn't your class now taking physical education class? Why didn't you go."
"My leg is injured like this, can I go to physical education?" Zhu Hui also replied in a quiet voice.
"Hey, are you—your legs—not a bit better?" Yang Qianfan guilty of not daring to look at her directly, so she had to throw her head aside and look around, pretending to be disapproving.
"Thank you for that kick yesterday, it's much better now." Zhu Hui glanced at him coldly, annoying him.
Yang Qianfan hesitated for a while, handed the bottle of safflower oil that had just been bought to her eyes, blushing and said, "Hey! Here... Here you are."
Zhu Hui looked at him incomprehensibly, a little confused.
"This is the safflower oil I just bought. I apologize to you for what happened yesterday, I'm sorry!"
Zhu Hui heard his apology, and a glance of surprise quickly passed her eyes. She took the safflower oil from his hand, glanced coldly, and said magnanimously: "For the sake of your humility, I can't help it. Forgive you!" After speaking, her face suddenly changed, she grinned, and smiled brightly at him. Her smile seemed to always carry all the sadness in her heart, and what appeared before her eyes was always more than the ocean. Want a broad sky.
Yang Qianfan stared deeply at the radiant smile on her face, and couldn't help but slam his heart, as if returning to the happy time when she helped him with his homework. He sat happily next to her, looked at her with unspeakable joy, and suddenly asked, "Do you know what day is tomorrow?"
Zhu Hui rolled her eyes, thought for a while, shook her head and said she didn't know.
"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day." Yang Qianfan couldn't help being curious, and asked: "How do you spend Valentine's Day every year?"
"How else can I live with Xiaohui!"
"Do you spend Valentine's Day with him every year?" Yang Qianfan couldn't help panicking when she heard her say this.
"Yes! Do you know why I spend with him on Valentine's Day every year?" Zhu Hui asked with a big smile.
"How would I know?"
"Because Xiaohui's birthday and Valentine's Day are on the same day, so I will spend Valentine's Day with him every year to celebrate his birthday." Zhu Hui couldn't help laughing when she said this.
"Oh-, yes... is it?" Yang Qianfan was slightly startled when she heard her say this, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, exaggerating.
"Oh! But it's a pity that I'm going to work at KFC tomorrow, so I can't celebrate his birthday." Zhu Hui frowned and sighed regretfully.
"Really? That kid will be disappointed."
Zhu Hui looked at him with a smile but did not answer.
"I can see that that kid likes you very much." Yang Qianfan said suddenly.
"Even you say the same!" Zhu Hui listened to him and looked at him stupidly.
"What? Someone said the same thing to you before?" Yang Qianfan asked puzzledly.
"Yes!" Zhu Hui nodded to him and said, "My grandma said the same."
"so what?"
"If Xiaohui really likes me, then why doesn't he confess to me?"
"What can he do if he confesses to you?"
"If he confesses to me, I will promise to be his girlfriend!" Zhu Hui put her hands together stupidly, and said with a look of intoxication: "In fact, Xiaohui is also handsome, and his mother treats me again. Well, if I can marry him in the future, I believe I will be very happy."
"Hey, are you a nymphomaniac? I think about getting married in the future. I think about it for a while. Doesn't even the child have to come up." Yang Qianfan frowned and yelled at her.
"Yes! I used to think that if I have a child in the future, I must make my child the happiest person in the world, or at least not let him become an orphan." Zhu Hui smiled brightly at him and blinked.
"That kid's mother is really that kind to you?" Yang Qianfan asked suspiciously.
Zhu Hui nodded and said:
"Yes, his mother treats me like her own daughter."
"Then your mother must also like that brat Luo?"
"Maybe!" Zhu Hui couldn't help sighing sadly when he heard him ask.
"What is maybe?"
"I don't have a mother or a father. Not long after I was born, I was abandoned by my biological parents next to Guiyuan Temple. Fortunately, my grandmother picked me up in time so I could grow up so happily." Zhu Hui said Then, he smiled faintly, turned his head, and confessed to him: "I don't want to talk about reasons, let alone make up beautiful lies to deceive you. If you want to laugh after listening, just laugh!"
"Hey! What do you mean, you think of me so unbearably, thinking that I will fall into trouble, clap your hands and applaud your life experience?" Yang Qianfan was anxious and exclaimed angrily.
"It's best if it doesn't." Zhu Hui pouted and laughed disapprovingly.
Yang Qianfan looked at her and suddenly remembered her grandma's sturdy figure. He couldn't help but grabbed his chin and muttered to himself: "No wonder you don't look like your grandma at all."
"What are you talking about? Have you met my grandma?" Zhu Hui asked inexplicably.
"No... No, I just listened to what others said." Yang Qianfan denied it nervously.
"Really!" Zhu Huicheng looked at him willingly and smiled sincerely: "Yang Qianfan—"
"what's up?"
"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I sincerely wish you and Li Lingfei can be with you forever, romantic every day, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day!"
"Thanks...Thank you!" Yang Qianfan heard her blessing, like a cold wind, smashing into his bones coldly, he couldn't help but shudder, bowed his head for a long while and was speechless.
"Hey!" Zhu Hui asked him curiously after seeing him silent for a long time: "What's the matter with you?"
"No... Nothing."
Zhu Hui smiled at him again, looked at his facial features, and said seriously: "Your facial features look very three-dimensional!"
"Nonsense, anyone in this world has flat facial features!"
"I mean your facial features look like those cut out by a knife, very clear."
"Are you complimenting me or tofu?"
"Is there any difference between you and tofu?" Zhu Hui smiled casually at him, and then asked: "Can you be my model now?"
"Model?"
"I really want to paint you now, can you let me paint you?" Zhu Hui looked at him excitedly, hoping that he could agree to her request.
Seeing that she was so sincere, Yang Qianfan nodded and agreed.
Zhu Hui quickly took out a piece of draft paper and a pen from the draw, straightened the pen up to the position, and began to paint. It took about five minutes, and a sketch was completed easily. She turned the painting over, showed the painted side in front of Yang Qianfan, and asked, "How about it, it looks like you!"
Yang Qianfan squinted his eyes and looked at the painting in front of him. Seeing that she had only a few strokes, the outline was vivid, and there was a traffic jam in his heart, pretending to be disapproving, and nodded and said, "It's okay."
"What is okay, you should say it is good."
"You are really shameless." Yang Qianfan shrugged, snorted at her, and said: "You painted me, now I want to paint you too."
"You paint me?" Zhu Hui opened her eyes and asked suspiciously: "Can you paint?"
"Why, you are scared!"
"Yes, I'm pretty scared, I'm afraid you will draw me as ET."
"Don't worry, my level is not as high as you think. I won't paint you as ET!" Yang Qianfan snatched the paper and pen from her hand with a smile, and said, "I want to paint, don't move. Don't blame me for painting you ugly." After that, he slammed the ink in a decent way.
In less than half a minute, his masterpiece was finished in one swipe. He also followed Zhu Hui's example, turning the painting upside down and showing it to Zhu Hui. He also asked: "How about it, it looks like you!"
Zhu Hui almost vomited pus and blood after seeing the picture he painted. She never expected that he would paint her face as a pig's head with big eyes. In the face of his provocation, she did not get angry. On the contrary, she pretended to be very happy, picked up the portrait of Yang Qianfan painted just now, and said to him: "Sorry, two goat horns are missing in this painting. , I almost crippled you in the painting, but luckily I found it early, so I will make it up for you now.” After speaking, he waved a pen and added two goat horns to Yang Qianfan on the painting.
"I haven't painted this picture well, and the breed is not clear. This pig should be a small pig from Northern Ireland." Yang Qianfan said, adding a piece of black to the eyes of the pig's head he just painted. spot.
"In addition to horns, a male goat should have a goatee." Zhu Hui said, adding a goatee under Yang Qianfan's chin.
"Little Huazhu loves to eat meat. When he sees chicken legs, he will drool. That's right, a pool of drool should be added to his mouth."
"The billy goat's mouth is very stinky, so put on a mask so that it won't smoke others."
"Little Huazhu's eyesight is not good, so put on a pair of glasses for her to see the world more clearly to prevent being deceived."
"The Lantern Festival is coming soon, how can there be no mutton hot pot on the dinner table? Yes, this is a male goat that is about to be slaughtered. How can it lack a decent kitchen knife on his head!" she said, and on Yang Qianfan's head again Added a kitchen knife.
"Zhu Hui, you are too much." Yang Qianfan saw Zhu Hui put a kitchen knife on his head at this time. He was so angry that he jumped up and raised his pen, and scribbled angrily on the pig's head he drew. Abandon.
Zhu Hui didn't show any weakness when she saw it. She threw the portrait of Yang Qianfan on the ground fiercely, and then raised her foot and slammed on it.
Seeing that she had stepped on his face under her feet, Yang Qianfan was so angry that she tore the pig's head he painted to pieces on the spot, and threw it all into the sky, and it rained a lot of paper.
Zhu Hui was so angry that she stood up against Yang Qianfan, standing on tiptoe, with her toes akimbo, and Yang Qianfan. The two of them were silent, but their eyes were full of gunpowder. The eyes of both sides were intertwined, and the electric light and stone fire seemed to be able to hear the babble, pressing the other's keen alert nerves until the bell was over. Suddenly, Yang Qianfan gave in and laughed at her and said, "Okay, I should go. Apply your safflower oil three times a day, don't forget."
Seeing him admit defeat, Zhu Hui couldn't help but smile at him triumphantly, and said, "Happy Valentine's Day tomorrow to you and Li Lingfei!" As he said, he took out a KFC coupon from the drawer and handed it to him, and said: "Take This coupon to eat KFC can make you spend a cheap Valentine's Day happily!"
Yang Qianfan happily accepted the coupon, looked at it, and said thank you, then asked: "Where is the KFC where you work every time?"
"Next to Zhongshan Park, why, do you want to find me tomorrow?"
"Yes! See if your attitude towards customers is as arrogant as you usually do in school."
"Cut—I'm very gentle." Zhu Hui wrinkled her nose and said.
"Yeah, your gentleness makes people unable to approach."
"I know that I am not as gentle as Li Lingfei, let alone as beautiful as her. You don't have to say such unqualified words to ridicule me." Zhu Huijue opened her mouth and gave him a blank look, feeling very upset in her heart.
Yang Qianfan looked at her puffy look and couldn't help but want to laugh: "Zhu Hui—"
"What are you doing?"
"Although you are not beautiful, you are very cute." After Yang Qianfan said, he turned and left with a smile.
"Forget what you said." Zhu Hui said to herself, looking at his distant back.