not that type...
Which type is that
Thank you, I didn't have the courage to ask the second half of the sentence, so I hurried home and stuffed myself into the quilt.
Her mother was in such a deep sleep that she didn't notice her going out and coming back.
Dad is still working overtime in the team.
Xie Xie stared at the void in front of his face, his mind was full of what He Lin had said.
Her hands were trembling, and her breathing was short. She once guessed that the reason for Helin's fight was not simple, but she never thought it would be the truth.
How could he easily tell her about this experience
Thank you. Thinking of those people's attacks on He Lin, my heart feels suffocated, even more sad than seeing him standing at the school gate with that girl.
No wonder he said at that time that his dad had "been gone for a long time".
Not dead, but gone.
Really leave their mother and son away from home.
At that time, she thought she was poking his sore spot, so he didn't want to say more. Now that I think about it, it should be literally.
Xie Xie tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, but never felt sleepy.
She looked at the moonlight outside the window, the night was deep and everything was quiet. After a while, I suddenly remembered something and sat up from the bed.
Aunt He said that today is He Lin's birthday, has he not celebrated it yet
Xie Li picked up the phone and wanted to wish Helin a happy birthday, but when she put her finger on the input box, she remembered that she didn't have Helin's phone number at all.
She was about to give up when she glanced at a tightly wrapped object on the desk. It was a textbook that Helin bought a while ago, and it was supposed to be sent to his home, but there was no one at his home that day, so I asked Xie to help sign it for him.
Later, the relationship between the two of them became rigid, and I never gave him thanks.
Now, Xie Li got out of bed and picked up the courier, and entered them one by one according to the mobile phone number on the recipient.
Then save, edit—
Happy birthday.
Thank you. I originally wanted to put an "o(∩_∩)o" smiley face on the back, but then I thought it was too lively, so I silently deleted it.
She glanced at the current time, 02:58. I don't know if Helin is asleep or not.
Not long after the message was sent, a reply was received.
[Thank you?]
Thanks, hold the phone and edit in a proper manner:
[Um.]
After a while, I thanked him before I received another text message from Helin. She could almost imagine him on the other side, licking his chin and smiling slightly:
[My birthday has passed. Do you wish me a happy birthday this year, or a happy birthday next year?]
Thanks for thinking about it:
[Congratulations together.]
The other side is not polite to her:
[Is there any birthday present?]
"..."
Thank you Staring at that line of words, I was in a dilemma.
She didn't know that it was his birthday yesterday, so naturally she didn't prepare a birthday present.
Just as I was about to reply if I could make it up later, the WeChat notification sounded on my phone.
Open, it is a notification to add friends.
The other party's name is "HE", and his head is a crane standing with its neck stretched out.
No need to guess who it is.
She accepted the other party's friend request, and not long after, a picture and a text message were sent over there.
The picture was taken in the dark, so it's not very clear. But in the middle is a wrist with distinct bones. On the wrist is the red rope she gave. The wristband that never leaves the body has been taken off, revealing the obvious scars on the wrist. The scar has faded and is tightly bound by the red string.
The following is Helin's words.
HE: Just kidding you. I really like this gift.
Thank you, pursing the corners of his mouth, shrinking his body back and forth.
She touched her ear, it wasn't hot. fine.
But the heartbeat was a little abnormal. She thought it was because she had been stuffed in the quilt for too long and lacked oxygen, so she poked her head out, but the strange feeling still didn't disappear.
Thank you for not replying to Helin's message, and concentrating on fighting yourself.
On the other side, He Lin didn't receive her response and thought she was asleep.
The bent long legs were retracted and flattened, and finally a sentence was typed on the screen——
"Good night."
Because I slept too late yesterday, I thanked him until I woke up at three poles the next day.
Fortunately, her final exam was over, and Mother Xie didn't come to urge her. Let her lie in bed willfully.
At about 11 o'clock, Xie Li got up to eat breakfast, and sat in front of the computer to watch videos quietly.
With her mobile phone in hand, she opened the chat page with He Lin.
She really fell asleep last night, so that she didn't see Helin's last message.
She woke up this morning not fit to reply. Simply put it on, without saying anything.
The school only has two days off, and the day after tomorrow I have to go back to listen to the teacher's answers to the test papers and check my final grades.
Thank you. I stayed at home for two days and went back to school on the third day. I happened to meet He Lin downstairs.
He Lin was still riding his fluorescent yellow bicycle, coming out of the convenience store. Seeing her, he kicked twice to catch up and asked with a smile, "Do you need me to drive you?"
The corners of his mouth are upturned, and his appearance is brighter than Chaoyang.
Thank you. Seeing that he was a little uncomfortable recently, and because he was not in a hurry this time, he shook his head and declined, "No, I'll go by car."
He Lin heard the words, but did not leave because of this. Instead, he followed her slowly and asked aloud, "How many grades can you take in this exam?"
Thank you for a moment, it's not that I haven't considered this issue. But I am really not sure about my English. "I don't know," she said truthfully.
He Lin asked: "What about the total score?" He can help her estimate.
Thank you: "I haven't counted."
Helin stopped.
She walked forward for a while and found that He Lin was still in place, so she turned her head and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Why do you keep asking her grades
He Lin stepped on the ground and moved over, raised his hand to touch Meifeng. He seemed to want to say something, but was a little hesitant, finally raised his head, looked directly at her, and smiled ruffianally:
"If you can enter the key class next semester, can you be at the same table as me?"
Thank you and agreed to He Lin, because I feel that I have no hope of being admitted to the key class.
In the past few times, she was an iron-clad grade 41. How could she be in the top 40 this time? And she didn't think how well she did in the test this time. She failed to answer several multiple-choice questions in English, and the composition was so-so.
Thank you for coming to school with this mentality.
However, when the test papers of various subjects were handed out one after another, it was completely beyond her expectation.
Chinese 125, Mathematics 142, Science and Comprehensive 283, English... 101 points.
The total score is 651.
Grade ranking, No. 21.