If the person standing in front of her at this time was Sang Yan, Sang Zhi didn't want to tell him, he probably wouldn't be able to ask half a word. Even without telling him, she dared to haunt him for a long time.
But now, this is the first time Sang Zhi has seen the person in front of him.
From the very first sentence, Duan Jiaxu was extremely gentle, as if he didn't lose his temper when he heard anything. She couldn't see through him, and because of this alienation and unfamiliar relationship, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
As long as there was a slight change in his tone, Sang Zhi completely lost the courage to continue to hide it.
Sang Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then reluctantly confessed, "I didn't listen to the lecture in class."
Duan Jiaxu: "Yes."
"The teacher asked me to get up and answer the question, and I answered it." Sang Zhi paused and slowly organized the words, "later he asked me if I wanted to take his place and be the head teacher of our class. I think this Of course not, I refused."
"… "
Duan Jiaxu:
Sang Zhi glanced at him cautiously, as if wanting to see his reaction, and quickly looked away. She stood there obediently, and seemed to be honest: "Then he said he wanted to invite the parents."
Finish the last word.
Sang Zhi felt that the whole world seemed to be quiet.
Sang Zhi was actually quite guilty after concealing some content. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, she couldn't help but say, "don't believe it."
Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu finally opened his mouth with a smile, "I really don't believe it."
He seemed genuinely amused. The shoulders trembled slightly, the chest rose and fell, and there was a small laugh in the throat, mixed with a shallow breath. He was born good-looking, and his smile was even more dazzling, and his lips were brightly colored.
The distance between the two is close.
Sang Zhi could smell the smoke that had not yet dissipated on his body, and felt even more uncomfortable.
She managed to hold back a sentence: "What I said is true."
Duan Jiaxu: "Huh? Didn't you lie to me?"
Sang Zhi nodded vigorously, looking extremely sincere: "No, it's true. If you don't believe it, you'll find out tomorrow. If I lie to you now, the teacher will tell you the truth tomorrow."
"Is that so..."
As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened again.
Sang Yan didn't look at them, walked in the direction of the wardrobe, and said bluntly: "Little devil, go out."
Although Sang Zhi felt a little guilty for framing him, she still reluctantly left, and murmured, "Can't I just stay here?"
Sang Yan turned back and said with a smile, "I want to change my clothes."
"Then this brother..." Speaking of which, Sang Zhi grabbed the hem of Duan Jiaxu's clothes, "This brother should also go out, I don't think he really wants to see you change."
Sang Yan just pretended not to hear: "Close the door when you go out."
Sang Zhi took Duan Jiaxu as his acquiescence and walked out: "Okay, we will close it."
"… "
Sang Yan stared at them for a while, then waved her hand, too lazy to care.
Because this topic cannot be heard by a third person.
After leaving the room, Sang Zhi immediately pulled Duan Jiaxu back to his room, closed the door vigilantly, and asked eagerly, "Brother, are you coming tomorrow? I've told you the truth..."
Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyelids and said lazily, "Why didn't you go to your brother?"
"How can it be!" Sang Zhi's eyes widened, "I just wronged him like that... If I tell him, he will tell my mother immediately."
Duan Jiaxu was still laughing, "Your brother is not that kind of person."
"… "
I couldn't tell if the tone was serious or joking.
Although Sang Zhi threatened him just now, he was only talking big words.
When there was no way out, she recalled the previous incident and reminded her with a vengeance: "Brother, if you hadn't said that to my brother just now, I wouldn't have quarreled with him."
Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"
At this time, the door was opened.
Sang Yan stood outside and looked at Duan Jia Xu: "Let's go."
As if he didn't hear what Sang Zhi had just said, Duan Jiaxu nodded, "Child, see you next time."
Sang Zhi couldn't believe it.
See you next time!
It's not over yet!
Realizing that Duan Jiaxu was really leaving, Sang Zhi immediately grabbed his arm and said, "Are you guys leaving so soon? It's already so late, why don't you leave after dinner?"
Duan Jiaxu politely declined, "Next time."
Sang Zhi stared at him, not wanting to let go at all.
what next time!
Did you forget the topic just now? Are you old and amnesiac
But she didn't dare to say these words, she could only ask pitifully: "When is the next time..."
Duan Jia Xu curled his lips and did not speak.
Seeing the life-and-death-like interaction between the two, Sang Yan raised her eyebrows, "What are you two doing? You met the first time you saw each other? Duan Jiaxu, take it easy, my sister is only twelve years old."
Sang Zhi subconsciously retorted: "It's thirteen."
Hearing this number, Duan Jia Xu was a little surprised, and his eyes fell on Sang Zhi again.
"Thirteen?"
The tone sounded extremely unbelievable.
As if she was thirteen years old, what a fantasy.
This reaction directly stepped on Sang Zhi's sore foot. She instantly forgot that she still wanted others, and said unhappily, "Are you trying to say that I'm short and I don't look like thirteen at all."
Sang Yan leaned against the door with his arms crossed, fanning the flames and saying, "That's what he meant."
Duan Jiaxu scratched the skin under his eyes and shook his head, "No."
There is no truth in the words.
Sang Zhi stared at the two of them for a few seconds, then lost her temper: "Forget it, I won't tell you." She no longer quarreled with Sang Yan like she did just now, as if she was really hurt, she whispered : "Anyway, I will grow."
Seeing this, Sang Yan felt a rare sense of guilt in his heart, and comforted: "Isn't it good to be short? When you are 30 years old, maybe some people think you are only 18."
It was more like putting a needle in her sore spot.
Sang Zhi said with a stern face: "So because you are tall, do people think you are my dad?"
"… "
Sang Yan's guilt disappeared instantly.
The little girl's eyes were still red, and she looked like she had been bullied badly, but she was still not to be outdone.
It seemed that he was the source of her upset twice. Duan Jiaxu sighed, his attitude began to loosen, and he asked, "Thirteen years old, in the second year of junior high?"
Sang Zhi didn't look at him, and said sternly, "The first day of the first year."
"which school?"
"Xuri Middle School." Sang Zhi paused, wondering if his sudden idea was right, but he added in a spineless manner, "Class 1 and 1."
Duan Jiaxu repeats in a dragged tone, "Xuri Middle School's first grade class 1—"
Then, he bent down and met her eyes.
"Child, what's your name?"
Sang Zhi lightly pursed her lower lip and whispered, "My name is Sang Zhi."
"Sang Zhi?"
"Yes." Sang Zhi involuntarily avoided his gaze, "Childish childish."
Duan Jiaxu squeezed her face affectionately: "Then, little Sangzhi."
"… "
He lowered his voice, as if whispering to her so that no one could hear him.
"Do you know when the next time is?"
After saying goodbye to Li Ping, the two left the Sang family.
The sun has completely set, the sunset smudges the entire sky, and the temperature is a bit cooler.
Duan Jiaxu suddenly asked, "Your sister should be quite obedient, right?"
"Be obedient?" Sang Yan snorted. He found a lollipop from somewhere, and was biting it in his mouth at the moment, "What about the rebellious period of the kid, it's very difficult to manage."
Rebellious period.
Difficult to manage.
Not bad.
Duan Jiaxu thought about it. After all, he was a child with immature mind, and he didn't know if anything serious had happened. He still mentioned the matter to Sang Yan: "Your sister has been called a parent. I just asked if I could help her to see the teacher. You can see for yourself how to deal with it?"
Sang Yan tutted: "No wonder I kept you for dinner, I knew this kid didn't have any good ideas."
Duan Jiaxu smiled and said nothing.
"I guess it's not a big deal. I've called several times for the same reasons." Sang Yan lowered her head to reply to the message, and asked absently, "Are you free tomorrow? If you are free, please help me. I have something to do tomorrow."
"tomorrow… "
"Well. No matter what, I'll tell my mother later."
As soon as she promised her, she told her parents in a blink of an eye.
The child must be crying again.
"If you don't have it, you have to have it." Duan Jia Xu lowered his eyebrows and said casually, "You can't lie to children."
Hear the sound of the door closing at the entrance. Sang Zhi took a peek, then ran to Li Ping with bare feet: "Mom, why is my brother back?"
Li Ping: "He said he was playing nearby, so he stopped by to take a bath."
"It's so late, why didn't you leave them for dinner?"
"Your brother's friend has something to do." Li Ping didn't take it to heart, and asked leisurely, "Just, did your brother really beat you?"
"..." Sang Zhi immediately felt guilty, didn't dare to ask any more questions, turned around and ran to the room, "I'm going to do my homework!"
Go back to the room and lock it.
Sang Zhi kicked her slippers, jumped onto the bed, and pulled the puppet beside her into her arms. She was still in a bad mood, but her thoughts unknowingly let go, and Duan Jia Xu's last sentence reverberated in her mind.
- "Do you know when the next time is?"
The response should be her phrase "When is the next time".
Does this mean he will come
Sang Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, dangled her legs alternately, and happily hummed a song. She looked at the dark sky outside and continued to think about what had just happened.
Further on—
Duan Jiaxu raised his hand and squeezed her face.
"… "
"?"
Sang Zhi immediately sat up.
Was she pinched in the face by that man just now
right
How could he pinch her face
Just met for the first time! ! ! he! how! can! Pinch her face!
Just pinch it.
for! Varied! What! Get so close!
Still... still! call her little sangzhi...
never mind.
Sang Zhi calmed down, pretended not to care, and emphasized: "Forget it."
Treat it as a favor for him and reluctantly take advantage of him.
Her eyes swept away and happened to see the mirror on the desk.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror and noticed my blushing face.
Sang Zhi's calmness instantly collapsed.
you! why! want! Show off! It's you! Take advantage! of! look! ! ! !
I have lived for thirteen years, and this is the first time I have such an emotion.
Sang Zhi fell back on the bed and rolled herself into the quilt at a loss, feeling the air inside getting thinner and thinner.
Then, listen to the sound of your heartbeat increasing.
Early the next morning.
When Sang Zhi finished washing up and walked out of the living room, Sang Rong and Li Ping were already sitting at the dining table and having breakfast. Now that she has found a helper, she also pretended nothing happened and didn't tell them about her parents.
She sat down at the table.
Li Ping filled Sang Zhi with a bowl of lean meat porridge.
When I woke up, I didn't even want to talk.
The house is quiet.
Sang Zhi drank the porridge slowly, and suddenly remembered Duan Jia Xu's reaction yesterday. She exhaled and asked in a low voice, "Dad, am I a little short?"
Sang Rong looked at her and asked, "Did anyone tell you?"
Sang Zhi nodded, and pushed everything to Sang Yan as soon as possible: "Brother told me."
Li Ping: "Don't listen to your brother."
Sang Zhi poked the bottom of the bowl with a spoon: "But my classmates are only twelve years old, and they are all taller than me. Yin Zhenru is 1.6 meters tall."
Sang Rong comforted her: "How old are you, and you will grow taller."
"You all grow tall, why can't I grow taller? When I was on the bus, someone gave me my seat, thinking I was a primary school student." Sang Zhi was extremely depressed, and asked gloomily, "Brother Thirteen Were you one meter five when you were old?"
Li Ping hesitated and said, "Your brother is a boy, so..."
Sang Rong interrupted her suddenly and replied to Sang Zhi's words, "No."
"… "
"How can it be that tall." Sang Rong said calmly, "Dad doesn't remember much, but Dad barely has an impression. At that time, your brother should have been less than one meter four."
"… "
The author has something to say: Sang Yan: In order to make my sister happy, I am not even qualified to own one meter four.