Jiang Mingzhen didn't refute anything, and simply followed her aunt.
He Yu turned sideways and quietly opened his eyes to look at her.
The hem of her pajamas was not pulled properly, half tucked in and half outside.
What about the slippers... still haven't put them on.
"He Yu, what are you doing?" Seeing him throwing off the quilt and running out, the person in the next bed wanted to stop him.
It was too late, He Yu had already been noticed by his aunt.
In the silence where everyone was in danger, she looked at the little boy in front of her who was delivered to the door by herself.
"I didn't take a good nap either." He raised his hand and reported to his aunt.
Jiang Mingzhen looked at him strangely.
He Yu, who noticed her gaze, didn't look back.
"Then you're going to stand for punishment too?" Unable to understand his intention, the aunt asked tentatively.
"En." He consciously lined up and stood behind Jiang Mingzhen.
There was nothing left to say about that, only to take them both out.
The sun is at its peak at noon, and the floor is hot when you step on it.
After the aunt let them stand here, she went to the cafeteria to eat by herself.
Jiang Mingzhen and He Yu stood an arm's length apart, neither of them spoke.
In fact, she had a lot to say, but her mouth seemed to be sewn shut. Jiang Mingzhen sighed deeply several times, but still couldn't open her mouth.
Finally, it was He Yu who spoke first.
"Put on your shoes," he said.
She glanced to the concrete beside her, where he had taken off his shoes and put them there.
Jiang Mingzhen didn't move, and He Yu thought she was having a temper with the young lady again, so she didn't want to wear it.
Crouching down, he grabbed her feet, lifted her up, and put his slippers underneath. Jiang Mingzhen's center of gravity was tilted, and he almost fell down.
With the other foot, he intends to do the same.
"Wait a minute," she hurriedly said, "I will wear it myself!"
He Yu let go of her ankle.
"Your clothes," he said all at once, "the back is not pulled properly."
Jiang Mingzhen turned her head and looked behind her, it was true.
—How did he look so carefully!
"Yes, I want you to take care of it." She could have put on a fierce look to ease the embarrassment, if she hadn't stuttered.
He Yu turned his head away and didn't look at Jiang Mingzhen again.
After doing these two things, he resumed the state of silence just now.
Jiang Mingzhen pursed her lips and looked down at her feet.
She wore He Yu's blue slippers just right.
Where are his feet? Are you afraid of being hot
"Hey," she whispered, "I already know about you."
Unexpectedly, He Yu nodded at her.
"Yes, I'm leaving soon."
"Huh?" Jiang Mingzhen's eyes widened, it was the first time he heard it: "You want to go?"
"Didn't you say you knew?" He Yu didn't expect her to be so surprised: "For my father's matter, his construction site should pay us. But they have been delaying it for a long time. Relatives in the country said that their construction site recently There are fewer and fewer people alive, let my mother go back as soon as possible to ask what's going on."
"Um, what I know is..." The thing about you wanting to marry me.
Jiang Mingzhen swallowed the second half of the sentence, and focused on what he said just now: "Then when will you go back?"
Hearing such big news suddenly, she became very nervous.
He Yu didn't answer her immediately, and she was even more anxious.
"My dad's new restaurant opened this weekend, you're going to eat, aren't you going?"
"I don't know either." He was infected by her emotions, and his mood became chaotic: "Maybe, maybe next week."
"So fast… "
Jiang Mingzhen's expression darkened suddenly, and she kicked the stones on the ground with He Yu's slippers, her voice full of reluctance.
"How long have you been there?"
"Soon," He Yu said, looking at the small stones she kicked out, "I'll be back when I get the money. A week or two, or a month or two."
"One or two months is a long time! Can't Aunt Fan ask alone? Why do you want to go together?"
She probably didn't notice it herself, her hand unconsciously grabbed his sleeve.
He Yu took a deep look at her.
"My mother is a nanny, and I am the nanny's son, and the nanny takes care of others. My mother is not here, and you have to take care of me instead. This is not acceptable."
In his words, there is a strong dividing line that separates "you" and "us".
Jiang Mingzhen let go of his sleeve in despair.
"Oh, then I'll wait for you to come back... I mean, I'll wait for Aunt Fan. You know, I want Aunt Fan to feed me."
"Um."
afternoon.
The children voted for the "My Friends" art exhibition and selected the first place in the school.
"Let us congratulate, student He Yu."
After reading out the name of the final winner, the teacher led the students to applaud him.
Amid the applause, He Yu stepped onto the podium.
Among the children, Jiang Mingzhen was undoubtedly the one who applauded the most.
The teacher handed the award certificate with red background and gold border to He Yu. He raised it with both hands and bowed to everyone.
On the certificate of award, big black characters read: [Children He Yu, you performed outstandingly in this campus painting exhibition "My Friend", won the first place, and was named: "Little Painter of the Future". I hereby issue this form as an encouragement.]
"Little painter in the future!" Jiang Mingzhen was more excited than the winner himself, and took the lead in shouting from the audience.
"He Yu is a young painter in the future!" The applauding children followed her and booed.
He Yu blushed from being called out by them, and put away the certificate, not letting them see it again.
His paintings will be hung in the "Cultural Window" exhibition on campus for three months. The name "He Yu" really stole the limelight recently. No one called him by his old nickname anymore, and few people remembered that they made fun of him as Jiang Mingzhen's dog.
When Jiang Mingzhen and He Yu were not talking, not only Xu Meiyin asked Jiang Mingzhen, "Why didn't you apologize to He Yu more times?" Aunt Fan also asked He Yu not to be so narrow-minded, and to forgive Miss Zhen for her unintentional mistake.
The reason why He Yu was unwilling to forgive was not only because she broke his watercolor pen. He wanted to draw a clear line with her, and he couldn't forget Jiang Mingzhen's agreement when others said he was a "earth dog".
He played with her and shared his things with her, initially because she was the young lady of the family and he wanted to please her.
But in the end, he took the initiative to play with her and took her out to buy dried sweet potatoes, which had nothing to do with pleasing her.
He considers her a... friend.
If she doesn't treat him as a friend, He Yu thinks: Then I definitely don't want to be Jiang Mingzhen's dog.
"Jiang Mingzhen, what did you draw?"
After the selection of the first place, the art teacher handed out everyone's painting assignments, and Jiang Mingzhen's painting caught everyone's attention.
"Piles of yellow ones, my God, it's disgusting!"
Jiang Mingzhen threw herself on her painting, blocking the curious eyes of people around her.
"I saw it!"
Her back table pulled out the painting from Jiang Mingzhen's creaking nest.
"She drew it, a little boy pooping happily."
"Hahahahaha." Laughter erupted from all around.
Jiang Mingzhen jumped up in embarrassment, snatched her painting from the boy's hand, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can at the back of the classroom.
"Jiang Mingzhen's friend is a boy who poops!"
Seeing that she was really angry, the back table continued to make faces to tease her.
"Can you try saying something again?"
With a fierce look on her face, she showed her fist at him.
"Oh, I don't dare anymore..." The back desk pretended to beg for mercy, and while Jiang Mingzhen was relaxing, he found a gap and ran outside the classroom, shouting as he ran: "Jiang Mingzhen drew a poop! Poop friends! Come on everyone look!"
Jiang Mingzhen clenched her fists angrily, and ran after him.
In the end, she never took the painting back.
The mountains painted with orange and yellow watercolor pens, the smiling boy with short hair, crumpled into a dirty paper ball.
It lay quietly in the garbage corner, completely forgotten.
Thanks to Jiang Mingzhen's messy painting skills, only a few people in this world can see that what she draws is not a little boy pooping happily.
What she drew, her friend, was He Yu sitting on the Sweet Potato Mountain with a smile on his face.
He Yu was the student on duty that day.
After finishing the classroom hygiene, turn off the lights, and walk alone on the way to school.
He took out a honey cake from his pocket.
Bit by bit, eat it.