"You can be patient"
Zongfu sneered at Zongyuan at the dinner table, humming triumphantly, "If you get into trouble, you should go home. Didn't you say that you will never come back in this life?"
Zong Yuan pretended not to hear while he was eating, and by the way, put a vegetable in his mother's bowl.
The patriarch, who was on a diet, took it happily, "Our son is filial."
Zong Yuan knocked on the bowl in dissatisfaction, "What about mine?"
Zong Yuan sighed, picked up a chopstick and handed it to him, "Dad, I was wrong."
The patriarch smiled in satisfaction.
Fu Xin wanted to know the address of Zong Yuan's house. He squatted in the principal's office and waited for a few days, stubbornly asking for an answer. The principal was helpless, "Even if I tell you, so what if you know where he lives?"
"It's very useful." Fu Xin looked at the principal with pleading eyes, "Please."
Fu Xin returned to the classroom with a note, and Yang Fan asked curiously, "What is this?"
Fu Xin, "The contact information of the classmate."
He changed the topic, looked at the seats of Zhang Zhiliang and He Xiuxiu who had come to clean up the desks at home, "Why do they look happy?"
Yang Fan curled his mouth, "I don't know, Zong Yuan gave them a lot of money."
The suspected Zhang Zhiliang's parents smiled and greeted the students around him.
"I heard from them that Zhang Zhiliang was not seriously injured, and he got a lot of money, tsk tsk tsk, why don't this kind of good thing happen to me, let's forget it. I was scared when I saw Zong Yuan, and I don't know what happened to Zhang Zhiliang. What did you do to make Zong Yuan Qi like that."
Fu Xin touched the jade on his chest through his clothes, his eyes glowed with warmth.
At night, Fu Dongqiang sneaked over and stopped Fu Xin, "Fu Xin, last time the boy was called Zong Yuan"
Fu Xin carefully stuffed the letter into the envelope, her voice contained the gentlest emotions that belonged to this evening, "Yeah."
Fu Dongqiang rubbed his hands, swallowed and whispered in Fu Xin's ear, ""
Fu Xin's eyes and pupils tightened, and he held Fu Dongqiang's wrist with one hand, "You said he gave you money"
Fu Dongqiang rubbed Fu Xin's hair with the other hand, and said excitedly, "Son, you don't have to worry about your college tuition."
Fu Xin was in a trance, muttering, "Zong Yuan"
"Zong Yuan, what are you in a daze for?"
In the noisy and lively disco, someone grabbed Zong Yuan's shoulders and shouted loudly, "You're not up yet, brothers welcome you!"
Zong Yuan smelled heavily of cigarettes, "You guys don't have classes tomorrow, stop and go home."
friend,""
Zong Yuan laughed, "Study hard and make progress every day."
God fucking study hard and make progress every day.
The principal complained to Zong Yuan more than once on the phone, "If it's really not possible, why don't you just call him? Why do you have to ask me about you every day?"
You know what a fart, this is called romance, Zong Yuan snorted, "Don't talk to him next time."
The principal suddenly asked, "He doesn't like you, does he?"
"Well." Zong Yuan leaned against the wall, very innocent, "I don't know."
Principal, "" he still had to say something after thinking about it, "you are two boys, don't be too hard on yourself"
"I can't bear to like Fu Xin, although you are still a bit stubborn, but don't worry, my father came down from the stairs and leaned over to the phone, "Who do you like Fu Xin?"
There was a curious look on his face.
He shouted at the microphone, "Old Liu, what's the matter, who is this Fu Xin and what does he look like?"
The principal cut off the phone resolutely, and found Fu Xin standing by the door. He didn't know how long he had been waiting. The principal felt guilty, "It's time to eat, why are you here?"
Fu Xin's eyes lit up, "Principal, you can ask me directly."
The headmaster said stiffly, "What do I ask you?"
Fu Xin smiled slightly, and said softly, "I like him."
"I like him very much."
He Xiuxiu pestered Father He, "Dad, I don't want to transfer schools."
Father He's expression was deep, "Shut up."
Zong Yuan kept his word, and before he had time to do anything, people who heard the news rushed to show Zong Yuan.
three days later.
Zong Yuan fell asleep in the last row of the new high school, and his buddies shouted from the front row, "Zong Yuan, you believe it"
Someone followed the sound and saw that the pink envelope was bright and eye-catching.
Zong Yuan buried his head deeper, "Don't look."
"If you don't watch it, don't watch it," his buddies gossiped cheerfully, "Fu, Fu Xin"
"It's a good name."
The letter in his hand was taken away by Zong Yuan, "Aren't you not interested?"
Many girls who were paying attention to him showed heartbroken expressions.
It turned out that he had a girlfriend.
Zong Yuan leaned against the wall to open the thin letter, there was only a piece of paper and a picture inside, Zong Yuan shook the paper, and a page was full, "Zong Yuan, Zong Yuan, Zong Yuan" densely packed, 0046 stunned After a while, I was puzzled, "Is it just your name after sending a letter?"
Zong Yuan opened the picture, the layer upon layer of scratches failed to express the image of what he wanted to express, 0046 lost interest, "I don't understand."
Zong Yuan evoked a smile, folded the letter paper, and put it in his pocket.
Whether it's his name densely packed, or a painting of unknown origin, it only expresses a message. It just so happens that he can see it clearly. Fu Xin is just saying, "I miss you."
Contains implicit thoughts.
People around him asked him, "It's really your girlfriend"
Zong Yuan, "I'm chasing one of my children."
His friend looked at the smile on his face, who would believe it.
When the grandfather came to this place for a meeting, he went to visit the principal, and suddenly talked about something he cared about, "Which classroom did you mention Fu Xin?" I just happened to go and see.
Fu Xin hurried into the principal's office, with a little sweat on his forehead, "Principal, do you have a reply from me?"
The headmaster spread his hands and felt a headache, "No, no, Fu Xin, are you tired after coming here once a day?"
Fu Xin shook his head, and his father interrupted with a strange expression, "Your name is Fu Xin"
Fu Xin nodded and said politely, "Hello."
The patriarch was silent for a long time, then turned to look at the principal, "Do you still have someone called Fu Xin?"
Principal, "Don't think too much, he is the Fu Xin your son knows."
Fu Xin looked up, only to realize that the face of this imposing uncle who was sitting was somewhat familiar.
There is the same expression as Zong Yuan between his eyebrows and eyes.
The patriarch was in a complicated mood. He looked at Fu Xin one after another, and couldn't help asking, "Student, you are a boy."
Fu Xin? 辶辶荮相? Fashionable
The patriarch is completely unwell, "I can't do it, old friend, I have to go first, I have to take my time."
Fu Xin took a step forward, with an anxious expression on his face, anxious and apprehensive in his eyes, "Uncle Zong, Zong Yuan, is he alright?"
The truth does not seem to be fake, and the Zong father would not be angry with the child, he replied, "Thank you for this classmate's concern for the dog, Zong Yuan is a very good kid."
The meal was delicious, and he didn't see what was going on in his heart at all.
On the contrary, this kid, after hearing what his old friend said, still comes here every day to wait for news
Fu Xin took out his notebook and looked at his father expectantly, "Uncle Zong, can you bring me a picture to Zong Yuan?"
Being looked at like this, Zongfu nodded reluctantly, Fu Xin smiled with crooked eyebrows, and he had the taste of a good boy. He tore off the latest painting without feeling distressed at all, "Uncle, thank you for your hard work."
The grandfather picked it up casually and looked at it, his eyes lit up, "Hey, the painting of flowers and plants is not bad."
The corners of Fu Xin's mouth curled up, modestly, "It's so-so."
The patriarch watched with admiration, "Very good, very good young man, I appreciate your style of painting. Are you interested in becoming one of my subordinates?"
Fu Xin was embarrassed, "You are exaggerating."
The principal and his father have been old friends for so many years, and it is rare for him to be so excited. He looked up curiously and said, ""Where is it that there are flowers and plants in this thing
The painting full of praise was completely suppressed in my heart.
The Zongfu really liked it, and he kindly invited, "My name is Fu Xin, right? Xiao Xin, you don't want to see Zong Yuan, how about this, you show the picture book in your hand to your uncle for admiration, and your uncle will take you to find him?" Sample"
Fu Xin hesitated for two seconds, pretending to have struggled, and immediately handed the drawing book to his father when the time was up, "Okay"
The headmaster looked confused, no, he was entangled with what he said.
When Zong Yuan returned home with a face full of nothing to do, he saw Fu Xin sitting on the sofa at his house, eagerly discussing something with his father, and aware of his arrival, he quickly looked over and said "Zong Yuan" in surprise
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It's a script that I haven't seen in college for a few years.
What about bitterness and secret love for romance
did you feed the dog