Zhen Yuanbai has become very busy recently, and he doesn't care about Shi Bufan anymore. If the other party calls him pretentious, he will be confident: "I'm preparing a birthday present for you."
Not giving kisses, not giving hugs, I am really used to being more and more lawless.
Studying is always tiring. Shi Bufan brought the skateboard back to school again, and lazily stepped on the stairs. Every time he passed by, he was handsome and windy, which made the hearts of the girls thump, and they wanted to rush right away Go up and confess.
Although the man is full of bad deeds, but who makes him handsome, and now there is a tendency for school bullies to be good, there are those who watch his jokes, and there are also those who silently pay attention and want to witness miracles.
"Your little brother is ignoring you?" Ye Lian sat on the playground with his hands behind his back and panted slightly. He had just come off the court, and Qiu Jing and Ming Mai were still chasing the ball, while Shi Bufan had a bored expression on his face. Sliding back and forth in front of him, "He's been busy recently and said he would prepare a birthday present for me."
"I'm showing off." Ye Lianbai glanced at him, took the mineral water bottle and unscrewed it to drink, Shi Bufan raised the corner of his mouth, and continued to slide back and forth on it: "It's so boring, was it so boring before I lost my memory? "
"Of course you weren't bored in the past. You either skipped class to play basketball, skipped class to surf the Internet, or skipped class to make trouble. From time to time, you went to the racing track to go crazy for a few laps, or you went to the billiard room to provoke fights..." Ye Lian suddenly felt itchy, and said: "How about Shall we go to the pool room now? Huh?"
"I promised him not to skip class." Shi Bufan continued to dangle with his pockets, Ye Lian felt dizzy, and said, "You just slipped off the skateboard and broke your brain, why don't you have any psychological shadow? How dare you go up the stairs?" down?"
Shi Bufan finally stopped, "Where did you fall?"
"The steep slope in front of the south gate of the school, at the grove." Shi Bufan tilted his head, recalled for a while, and felt as if something flashed through his mind, "It's okay for me to slide down the stairs, why did I fall there? "
"I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet. If you fall, you will fall. You are fine now. You used to be miserable all day long. It seems that everyone owes you money." Ye Lian didn't know what he thought of, but also Laughed a few more times, and said emphatically: "It's very good now, really good."
Shi Bufan frowned, stepped on a corner of the skateboard suddenly, reached out to grab the skateboard when it bounced up, and said, "I think something is wrong, go and have a look there."
Ye Lian didn't want to go: "I'm so tired. I heard that you are a good boy. My brother collects my mobile phone and cuts off my network cable every day. I haven't played games for several days."
Shi Bufan went straight out, Ye Lian grabbed the mineral water and got up, calling Qiu Jing and the others: "Come on! Go ahead!"
The basketball Duang was thrown aside, and Ming Mai rushed over: "Brother Shi is awakened, who is it? Who are we going to hit? Why don't we still collect protection money?"
Shi Bufan clicked his tongue: "I'm so rich, and I still charge protection money?"
Qiu Jing laughed: "You don't know that, it's not from our alumni, but from the social scum who forced you to pay the protection fee at that time, Brother Corn, remember? Damn, you've lost your memory and you're an idiot Like."
Shi Bufan kicked over.
Half an hour later, several people squatted on the steep slope and stared intently at the tree that hit Shi Bufan's head. The tree looked old, with deep roots, some of which were knotted on the ground, and there were some drums on the tree. The big bag that was picked up, Shi Bufan was the brain that was smashed by the bag above.
He picked up the skateboard, swiped it, and slid it down. The movement was smooth and beautiful, and his feet were very stable. Then he looked at the people squatting above him, waved his hands to let them get out of the way, stepped hard on his feet, and suddenly went up again. He rushed forward, in order to cooperate with the strength under his feet, his waist was slightly bent upwards during the ascent, until the skateboard slid to the top of the flat ground, his waist stretched suddenly, he even played a trick with his feet, and turned back.
Ye Lian clapped his hands: "Handsome, very neat."
Shi Bufan raised his eyebrows, and said: "This slope is not as steep as the stairs. If I am normal, unless my wheels suddenly turn halfway, it is impossible to rush over and hit that tree."
"We are not Conan, what's the use of blindly analyzing here." Qiu Jing wondered, "Why are you suddenly curious about this?"
"Isn't this boring, I just thought of it."
Ming Mai suddenly asked, "Is someone messing with you?"
When Shi Bufan looked at him, Ye Lian also said: "If people from No. 3 Middle School come to block you, there are so many people, they won't use this method, right? What's more, there are so many people, and the goal is too big."
"Maybe he came here single-handedly to get Brother Shi?"
"Which idiot came to block him single-handedly? Are you afraid that one can't block him and put himself in?"
"… Too."
Shi Bufan squatted on the skateboard and slid down again slowly. He let the other three scumbags ride on it. The famous detective who cos fiercely went up, then down, up, down again, suddenly, he suddenly Raising his head, he seemed to see a pair of pure white hands in a daze, pushing towards him forcefully.
The skateboard carried the squatting boy down until it came to a slow stop, and he didn't move for a long time.
"What are you thinking? Did you remember it?"
Ye Lian walked down, and suddenly saw his terrible expression, he felt a little bit in his heart, leaned over and asked, "Really remember?"
Zhen Yuanbai was writing hard, when the classroom door was suddenly kicked open, he was startled.
Shi Bufan used to be very world-weary, with a ferocious aura, gloomy eyes, and when he looked at people with the corners of his lips bent, he always reminded people of demons. After amnesia, he was much better. The headshot was bloody, but at this moment, Zhen Yuanbai seemed to see him in the past, and he couldn't stop being afraid.
Shi Bufan's gaze suddenly turned cloudy when he saw him, and he leaned over to glance at Zhen Yuanbai's notebook, and said, "Good afternoon."
"Good afternoon." Zhen Yuanbai replied obediently.
He didn't know what happened to Shi Bufan, but he always felt that he seemed to be in a bad mood. Zhen Yuanbai couldn't help but secretly turned to look at him in class, but when he caught him, he quickly shrank back.
Shi Bufan quickly threw a small note at him, Zhen Yuanbai glanced at the teacher secretly, couldn't bear the curiosity, and saw the other side's scribbled words: "I want to see it for you when I go home."
Shi Bufan didn't do well in his studies, but his handwriting was pretty good. Zhen Yuanbai folded the messy paper neatly and put it in the pencil case.
Song Mo gave him a strange look, wrote a few words on the draft paper, bumped into him, Zhen Yuanbai turned his head to look, and saw that it said: "You have changed."
Zhen Yuanbai: "?"
Song Mo peeked at the teacher while writing on it: "You didn't open Shibufan's note in class before, you were spoiled by him."
Zhen Yuanbai froze, and suddenly looked away as if he had been scalded, and gently pressed his lips together.
I'm just fulfilling the basic rules of love. Although it's fake, when a monk hits the clock one day, it's called dedication.
He made excuses for himself, and then closed the pencil case tightly.
Zhen Yuanbai didn't go to evening self-study recently, and always said that he still had important things to do when he went home, because he would be picked up by Zhen Weiwei as soon as he left the school gate. Shi Bufan cherished the distance from the classroom to the school gate. Waiting patiently until the slow little brother finished packing, the two walked out of the classroom together.
Zhen Yuanbai hesitated to speak, but Shi Bufan glanced at him and said, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong with you today? You seem very unhappy."
Shi Bufan didn't really want to tell him, he was afraid that he would scare Zhen Yuanbai: "It's okay, I just remembered something."
Zhen Yuanbai's heart jumped uncontrollably, he grabbed the strap of his schoolbag, and his steps slowed down a lot: "You, what do you remember?"
"Let's not talk about it anymore." Shi Bufan didn't want to mention it to him, but Zhen Yuanbai was different from the past. He took two steps, and asked again, "Yes, did you remember everything?"
"No." Shi Bufan said: "Today, I was bored and went to the place where I fell and took a look... I'm afraid you will have nightmares, so I won't say it."
Zhen Yuanbai's heart was lifted up and pushed down again, he held his breath, and said cautiously: "You, don't fool me, what are you thinking of?"
Seeing his timid appearance, Shi Bufan wanted to laugh, and he said softly, "You really want to know that much?"
Zhen Yuanbai nodded vigorously.
"Then don't cry in fright."
Zhen Yuanbai really wanted to cry at what he said, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he said, "What the hell is it?"
Shi Bufan finally stopped whetting his appetite, he approached Zhen Yuanbai, and said in a deep voice, "I seem to be pushed down a steep slope."
Zhen Yuanbai gulped down a mouthful of saliva, his eyes widened slightly, and his face was slightly pale. Shi Bufan looked distressed, and stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "Look, I said you must be scared, but don't worry, I think That person probably didn't want to kill me, after all, I've lost my memory for so long, and I haven't noticed any suspicious people around me... It should be just an accident."
Even though he said that, he always felt that there was something weird that couldn't be said. This kind of situation where he didn't know who caused his amnesia was really uncomfortable, especially when he thought that the other party might have attempted to murder him. It was heavy, but the little classmate's tears of worry rolled around his eyes, and he immediately comforted Zhen Yuanbai: "Don't be afraid, I will definitely find that person, and I will definitely make him pay the price."
Zhen Yuanbai was about to burst into tears, he hurriedly lowered his head, and nodded lightly.
"Okay, don't cry, don't be afraid, huh?" Shi Bufan tilted his head to see his expression, Zhen Yuanbai finally raised his head slightly, and obediently said, "Yeah."
But judging from the fact that he didn't speak much all the way, he was still terribly worried.
Shi Bufan felt sweet at the same time, but at the same time felt very distressed. If he knew it earlier, he shouldn't have told him.
Zhen Yuanbai returned home in Zhen Youwei's car, feeling down all the time. When he reached the door, Zhen Youwei asked, "Did Shi Bufan hit you?"
Not yet, but not far away.
Zhen Yuanbai's heart was heavy, and his expression was mournful. Zhen Weiwei frowned, turned his head in doubt, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Why, did you overturn? Or is it about to overturn?"
He suddenly laughed happily: "I told you to stay away from him a long time ago. You still pretend to be a good brother. When he understands, he might knock your head off."
Zhen Yuanbai didn't say a word, and walked straight out of the elevator as soon as it opened. Zhen Youwei saw the teardrops in the corner of his eyes, and immediately put away his laughing expression.
Useless stupid brother.
He parked the car and chased his brother into the room, "From now on, you should distance yourself from him, don't let him get so close to you, maybe you will be slower to remember."
Zhen Yuanbai looked up at him, pursing his lips.
Zhen Youwei folded his arms around his chest and said, "Anyway, you have no other solution, right? Just do as I said, don't go to his house this week, or if he remembers everything all at once, you won't even be able to run away." Lose."
Zhen Yuanbai felt that what he said was right, but he hated the stinky kid's way of pointing out the country. He couldn't tell from Zhen Youwei's face that he cared: "Go out."
The expression on his face looked like the sky was about to fall, Zhen Youwei finally had some conscience: "Aren't you just worried that he will beat you?"
Zhen Yuanbai lowered his head and flipped through his schoolbag, his eyelashes trembling with wetness, Zhen Youwei continued: "Actually, even if he regains his memory, he might not necessarily hit you."
Zhen Yuanbai immediately raised his head, a gleam of hope burst out from his eyes.
Zhen Weiwei's mind turned half a circle in the direction of comfort, and suddenly turned back mercilessly, slowly threatening: "I feel that the possibility of killing you will be higher."