His tone was low, with a hint of humor.
Sang Zhi couldn't tell whether he was joking or stating the truth. She rubbed the milk bottle with her fingertips, put on a clear look, and asked him, "Brother, haven't you seen these two movies."
Duan Jiaxu's lips curved slightly, "I've seen Transformers."
Sure enough.
It was because of ignorance that he could say such a thing.
Knowing something he didn't know, Sang Zhi was a little proud. She stood up and explained to him warmly: "Ruhua is not the name of the movie, but a supporting role in a Hong Kong movie called..."
Speaking of this, she stopped, for a while she couldn't remember the name of the movie: "Call, call—"
After waiting for a long time for her next words, Duan Jiaxu stared at her racking her brains and laughed, "Ruhua's name sounds pretty good."
Sang Zhi was still thinking about the name, but ignored him.
Not minding her indifference, Duan Jia Xu continued, "She should be a pretty girl?"
This time, Sang Zhi couldn't pretend that he didn't hear it, and raised his head, just about to refute. The next moment, he pinched her face playfully, and continued, "Like Xiao Sangzhi?"
Sang Zhi: "..."
Sang Zhi couldn't believe his ears, nor could he believe what he heard.
He actually said that she looked like a flower.
clear! sky! clap! Boom!
Soon, Duan Jiaxu took out his phone from his pocket and checked the time. He swept around and pointed to a convenience store not far away: "Write there?"
Sang Zhi was still frozen in place, not saying a word.
Duan Jiaxu turned his head and said in a dragged tone, "Huh? Why doesn't Xiao Ruhua speak?"
"… "
return! Small! like! flower!
clear! sky! screw! Spin! clap! Boom!
Sang Zhi couldn't understand whether he was praising her or mocking her. She was a little aggrieved, and her tone was not very happy: "Don't call me that, Ruhua is not beautiful at all."
"Really." Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows, "It sounds pretty."
Hearing this, Sang Zhi raised her head and stared at him. Seeing his expression, she suddenly noticed something was wrong. Thinking of his reaction when he heard the word "flower" at first, it was obviously completely different from his current appearance.
Sang Zhi instantly understood that he was just teasing her.
She looked at him blankly for a few seconds, then straightened her lips and walked silently towards the convenience store.
This kid has a little temper.
Duan Jiaxu laughed twice and followed slowly.
The convenience store is not small. In addition to selling various commodities, a machine is also set up next to the cashier to sell ready-to-eat food such as sausages and car noodles. In front of the freezer, there are two empty tables.
Sang Zhi sat in the innermost position.
Duan Jiaxu sat across from her and took out her homework from his backpack: "Write it."
Sang Zhi took it and opened the weekly notebook.
The convenience store is quiet.
The clerk stood at the cashier and played with his mobile phone, but made no major noise. The smell of car noodles and fish balls is particularly strong, and the smell swept through the whole room.
Duan Jiaxu looked at her with his cheeks raised, "Child, have you had breakfast yet?"
Sang Zhi pulled out the pen, didn't want to pay attention to him, and nodded silently.
Duan Jiaxu: "Do you still want to eat?"
Sang Zhi shook his head.
"Then brother is going to buy breakfast?"
Sanji nodded.
Duan Jiaxu got up and walked towards the cashier counter.
Sang Zhi wrote the date in the Zhou notebook, and quietly looked at Duan Jia Xu.
At this moment, he is standing in front of the commodity shelf. The lights in the store are sufficient, and it appears that his complexion is very white, and his eyes are bluish gray. He seems to have stayed up late for a long time, but he is in good spirits. When looking at something, those eyes are always closed inadvertently, focused and gentle.
But the smile is always condescending.
Like a Sven scum.
Soon, Duan Jia Xu came back with a sandwich.
Sang Zhi lowered her eyes and pretended to be thinking about the beginning.
Duan Jiaxu took a bottle of water and a professional book from his bag. Then he tore open the package and took a lazy bite of the sandwich. He was eating well and made no noise. But the speed of eating is not slow.
The slap-sized sandwich was quickly dealt with.
Sang Zhi dawdled on writing, but she couldn't focus on her homework at all, and she always drifted towards him involuntarily.
Recalling what Sang Yan said before, they moved to the campus after they passed the exam.
It should be on vacation now.
According to my parents, Sang Yan didn't go home because there was still a primary semester.
So is this uniform
Sensing Sang Zhi's distraction, Duan Jia Xu tapped the table with his knuckles and said lightly, "Write your homework."
Sang Zhi returned to her senses and nodded again.
The table is round, the space is not large, and the books of the two overlapped. Duan Jia Xu glanced at him, closed the textbook, leaned back, and gave her all the seats.
A long time passed.
Duan Jiaxu saw the unopened milk on the table and asked aloud, "Do you want to drink milk?"
Hearing this, Sang Zhi raised her eyes, glanced at the milk, then glanced in the direction of Duan Jia Xu, and then silently stuffed the bottle of milk into her schoolbag.
Seeing her actions, Duan Jia Xu laughed and said, "Why do you make it look like your brother wants to rob you."
Sang Zhi remained silent.
Duan Jia Xu was half-joking: "Don't drink it for my brother?"
Sang Zhi turned her head and closed the zipper of her schoolbag vigilantly.
"Why do you have such a big temper?" Duan Jiaxu sat lazily, with a frivolous look on his face, "Isn't my brother just kidding you and haven't talked to me?"
This time Sang Zhi didn't even move her eyelids.
Duan Jiaxu didn't care too much, he just said softly, "You little one with no conscience."
Sang Zhi couldn't bear it any longer, and said bluntly, "I want to do my homework."
Duan Jiaxu glanced at her weekly notebook, most of which had already been written. He said leisurely: "Okay, you write."
Once the first sentence is uttered, subsequent words become easier to say. Sang Zhi didn't unilaterally fight him like he did just now. Seeing that his homework was almost finished, he pretended to ask casually, "Brother, haven't you been on vacation yet?"
"Nope."
"Oh, do you live here?"
"no."
Sang Zhi thought for a while and guessed: "Then you are going home for the summer vacation after the course is over?"
"No, why are you still curious about me?" Duan Jia Xu tapped her homework with his fingertips and said lightly, "Hurry up and finish it, and go to school."
"… Oh."
A quarter past seven, Sang Zhi finished the weekly diary.
She packed up her things, put on her schoolbag, and went out of the convenience store with Duan Jiaxu.
Seeing that it was still early, Duan Jia Xu simply sent her to the school gate.
Inexplicably, she didn't want to leave, and Sang Zhi did everything slowly. She said goodbye to him tenderly, then slowly turned around and walked towards the school.
Soon, Duan Jiaxu stopped her suddenly, as if he had remembered something, and handed her a folded piece of paper from his pocket: "By the way. Child, I forgot to tell you."
Sang Zhina took it: "Huh?"
"Brother peeked at your weekly journal." His tone seemed to be a little apologetic, but Sang Zhi couldn't find the slightest point. Afterwards, Duan Jiaxu pointed to the small ball of paper in her hand, and said in a timid tone, "That's why my brother wrote a new one to compensate you."
It was still early, and most of the classrooms were empty.
There are still 20 minutes before the morning reading starts, and the students in the class usually step on it. Sang Zhi walked to her seat and sat down, and pulled out the contents of her schoolbag.
It wasn't until the whole bag was empty that she stopped and groped in her pocket.
He took out the small ball of paper that Duan Jia Xu had just given.
Take apart, flatten.
Sure enough, it was a weekly diary, and it seemed to imitate her handwriting.
Small, graceful, stroke by stroke.
The title is "Help my brother move the dormitory". The content is written in a serious and serious manner, and the events of the day are written down like a running account. She turned it over, and he added a sentence on the back in big characters: It's useless.
Sang Zhi couldn't imagine that scene.
Maybe it was getting late at that time, and the surrounding lights were dimmed. Sitting in front of his desk, he rarely encountered a problem, and choked out such an article with a headache.
Maybe such a picture.
The picture that made her breathing and heartbeat start to speed up.
Then, it was as if I could taste sugar in the air.
Sang Zhi's thoughts were a little blank, she read it carefully again, the corners of her mouth couldn't help turning up, then she folded the paper and carefully stuffed it into her drawing book.
At this moment, Yin Zhenru also arrived in the class. She walked in from the back door and greeted Sang Zhi.
After a few steps, she turned her head and asked, "Hey, why are you so happy today?"
Hearing this, Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, barely holding back the uncontrollable smile on his face.
"No, I remembered a joke."
Yin Zhenru didn't ask any more questions. She glanced at the milk on Sang Zhi's table and wondered, "Aren't you allergic to milk? Why did you buy milk?"
Sang Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then put the milk into the drawer: "I accidentally took it wrong."
After returning home, Sang Zhi put the bottle of milk in the refrigerator.
He was afraid of being seen by Li Ping.
She hesitated, but in the end she hid it in her treasure box, and when she remembered it, she turned it over and looked at it.
Time passes day by day.
Although it is close at hand. After Sang Zhi left the school, it only took five minutes to walk to the place where that person was. Even, she can pretend to be looking for Sang Yan, so as to meet the person in her heart.
But she didn't have the guts.
I always feel that nothing is right.
I'm worried if she can't hide at all.
That little thought that only cared about.
That's how it went for half a month.
On the first day of summer vacation, when Sang Zhi took out the bottle of milk, Li Ping happened to see it. Thinking that Sang Zhi wanted to drink milk, Li Ping spoke to her euphemistically.
After she finished speaking, she was still worried that Sang Zhi would drink it and wanted to confiscate it.
Sang Zhi could only pour out the milk inside, then wash the bottle and dry it. Occasionally, she would put her own folded stars in it, one after another, day after day.
Later, the weekly diary written by Duan Jiaxu was also included.
The small bud gradually gave birth to a prototype and grew into a big tree in the sky.
She began to have a small hope.
Looking forward to it every day.
Hope the days go by faster.
Hope I can grow up sooner.
In early August, because Sang Rong and Li Ping were going to another city to attend a friend's wedding, only Sang Yan and Sang Zhi were left at home. Before leaving, Li Ping told Sang Yan a lot of words to let him take good care of his sister.
Coupled with a few threats from Sang Rong, Sang Yan could only agree irritably.
The first day of their lives was quite harmonious.
Sang Yan spends most of the time in bed playing with his phone, and occasionally Sang Zhi comes to bother him, and he just deals with it perfunctorily. When it's time for dinner, order takeout and eat each.
One day just passed by.
But the next day, a friend asked him out to play games.
Sang Yan didn't want to refuse, so he quickly changed his clothes and left the room.
Sang Zhi was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching cartoons. Hearing the movement, she looked over, with no expression on her face, quietly.
Sang Yan walked to the entrance to put on her shoes: "I'll go out, do your homework at home."
Sang Zhi understood: "Are you going out to play?"
Sang Yan answered irrelevantly: "Call me if you have anything."
Sang Zhi: "No."
Sang Yan stopped and said with a half-smile, "Can you still control me?"
Sang Zhi looked at the TV again, picked up the potato chips on the coffee table and opened it: "If a thief comes in a while, what should I do, I can't beat him."
"You close the door, no one is coming."
"Then if I'm hungry, I have nothing to eat."
Sang Yan became impatient and stared at the bag of potato chips in her hand: "How many snacks are in the cupboard, not enough for you?"
Sang Zhi bit the potato chips: "I don't want to eat snacks."
Sang Yan stared at her: "Then what do you want to eat?"
Sang Zhi: "I don't want to eat snacks anyway."
Sang Yan endured her anger and took off her shoes: "What do you want to eat, I'll go out and bring it to you."
Sang Zhi glanced at him and said of course, "I haven't made up my mind yet."
"… "
"Little devil." Sang Yan squatted down and pinched her face hard, "When I was your age, my parents were not at home, so I not only had to get food for myself, but also yours."
Sang Zhi's face was deformed by him, and his speech was slurred: "This is different."
"What's different."
"You didn't have a brother when you were my age." Sang Zhi didn't blink an eyelid, smiled like a little fox, and spoke slowly, "—but I have."
"… "
The friend called again, but Sang Yan was not interested in grinding with her again: "Now you have two choices. Either you tell me what you want to eat now, and I will buy it for you, or wait at home to die."
Sang Zhi continued to eat potato chips: "I choose the second one."
"… "
After finishing speaking, Sang Zhi took out the phone from under her butt, and dug out Sang Rong's number. She stared at the screen and muttered, "Okay, I'm going to tell Dad—"
Sang Yan snorted: "You can complain."
He was too lazy to pay attention to her and walked back to the entrance.
After a two-second pause, Sang Zhi's voice on the phone came from behind: "Dad."
Sang Yan put on her first shoe.
Before she could put on the second shoe, she heard Sang Zhi say in a very honest tone, "Brother told me to die."
Sang Yan: "..."
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