The third year of high school is half an hour late, is it still in class
Jiang Lingzhi thought for a while, picked up the phone, edited a text message, and sent it.
Taking advantage of Susie's resignation and half an hour before school, she went to send the test papers to her deskmate first.
Jiang Lingzhi put the phone into her schoolbag and walked towards the bus stop.
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The alley in the afternoon is very lively.
After the furniture movers came and went for two hours, the waste collectors went in and out for another two hours, and it was almost dusk that they finally calmed down.
Sun Yan handed the old man a cigarette, chatted with him a few more family matters, collected 400 yuan, and watched the old man leave on the full three-wheeler, then put the cigarette case in his pocket, turned around Into the yard.
The yard was still the same, empty, but inside it was very different.
"Brother Nan, the person has already been sent away." Sun Yan pushed open the door of the main house, the room was not lit, and the light was a bit dim.
The newly installed projector is currently being tested, and it is projected on the white wall, showing an advertisement with a very clear picture quality.
The boy was wearing a white shirt, nestled on the carpet in front of the sofa, stretched his long legs casually, threw a coin from his palm, and caught it firmly.
He tilted his head slightly, and his side face was hidden in the half-dark light, which looked extraordinarily deep and three-dimensional.
Sun Yan stared at his palm for a while, narrowed his eyes, and hissed: "What, game coins? When did you go to the game hall?"
He leaned over and was about to take a look at the game currency in his hand, maybe he knew which video game city it was.
As a result, before he could touch the game coin, his palms closed.
At the same time, Li Shunan slowly turned his face to the side, his light brown eyes fixed on him.
Sun Yan was very angry: "Brother Nan, you are not mean, when did you go to the video game city? Why didn't you take me?!"
"Fortunately, I've been busy with you today, look at this refrigerator, look at this big sofa, it's not all about me..." He paused at this point: "Help me and help you carry it in." Is it?"
The house has indeed changed a lot, the decoration is still the same as the old house, but the furniture and furnishings have been changed a lot, and it looks quite beautiful.
Li Shunan pulled the corner of his lower lip, half-closed his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Five masters, do you need your help?"
Sun Yan didn't feel guilty at all: "At any rate, I did my best. I skipped class on purpose today, and I laid this carpet with my own hands!"
"Oh, that's really hard work for you." Li Shunan said in a lazy tone, and said one sentence full of sarcasm: "Excuse me, which day do you not skip class?"
"..."
Sun Yan choked and was speechless.
After a pause, he decided to forgive him, Brother Nan, for not being as knowledgeable as him.
Sun Yan slapped the 400 yuan in his hand on the coffee table.
"So many old furniture were sold for 400 yuan in total. The old man smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he probably made a lot of money."
Li Shunan raised his eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's useless anyway, if you don't sell it to him, you'll throw it away."
"That's true, it still takes up space at home." Sun Yan sat down next to him, a little curious: "However, what happened today? Why did you suddenly do it?"
Thank you, Yang Yang Naion, Yinhe Poetry Collection, Shang Xueli, the three babies for their support
The three chapters are published together, and there will be more in the future
(end of this chapter)