The last class in the morning is English.
Ling Song was in a sluggish state for the whole class, and finally got through until the bell rang for the end of get out of class. He collapsed and lay down on the table, not even able to say anything.
... I am too difficult, too difficult.
Wen Yuanchu's eyes turned sideways and fell on the top of his fluffy head. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Zide came over and grabbed Ling Song furiously: "Let's go, boss, go eat."
Zhang Yang also stood up, standing up Ling Song with Wang Zide on the left and right.
Wen Yuanchu swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and packed his things in silence.
Wang Zide and Zhang Yang dragged Ling Song out of the classroom.
The other classmates who played together lived nearby, and they went back to eat at noon, but the three of them settled in school, and they were always friends.
As soon as he went downstairs, Ling Song's cell phone rang in his pants pocket.
He took it out in a hurry, recalling what his mother taught last night, and pressed to answer.
Mother Ling's voice sounded from the other end: "Has Xiao Song finished school?"
"Well, I just finished class, now I'm going to eat."
As Ling Song replied, he felt sorry for him. It's amazing that this world can transmit sound across thousands of miles.
Ling's mother told him a lot, as if she was very worried that her son who lost his memory would have problems in school.
Ling Song replied with a hmm, said a few words, relieved his mother's heart, and hung up the phone.
"How dare you bring your mobile phone to school, beware of being seen by Brother Hai." Zhang Yang reminded him.
Such a useful thing, why can't you bring it
Ling Song said confidently: "I lost my memory, my parents are worried about me, so I must bring this."
Well, amnesia is such a versatile excuse.
Wang Zide chuckled: "Boss, I also brought my mobile phone. After dinner, I will bring you two dishes. Bring my little brother to score points?"
Ling Song: "... What do you mean by high points?"
Wang Zide choked.
Forget it, pretend he didn't say it.
They didn't go to the school cafeteria, and went directly outside the school. The west gate of the school is a food street with various small restaurants on both sides.
Ling Song picks and chooses, thinking that this one is not clean, that one has too many families, and finally they enter a newly opened dumpling restaurant that is deserted.
Ling Song studied the menu with great interest.
In such a small restaurant, there are quite a lot of ways to make dumplings.
Wang Zide and Zhang Yang had already ordered a bowl, and ordered a few side dishes. Ling Song finally chose seaweed and shrimp dumplings.
When ironing the dishes, Wang Zide asked him smoothly: "Boss, you really don't remember anything? You are not lying, are you?"
"What I lied to you, if you don't remember, you just don't remember."
Zhang Yang winked: "You don't even remember Senior Colonel Wen?"
Ling Song didn't understand: "Who is Senior Colonel Wen?"
"Wen Yuanchu," Wang Zide shook his head, "You said you liked him before, and you chased them every day. Last week, you went to block people in the school woods and said you wanted to confess to him, but they didn't even pay attention to you. They didn't even look at you. You left at a glance, you were so angry that Brother Hai didn't come back to his class that afternoon, and you fell into the lake afterwards, which shocked us. To be honest, we thought you couldn't think about it, because the confession was rejected , committed suicide for love."
Ling Song: "..."
I'm not, I'm not, that's not me.
So the original Ling Song and Wen Yuanchu were rejected when they showed their love, and then they jumped into the river to commit suicide in frustration and became him? It's too...
It's a good thing that Wen Yuanchu wasn't Wen Che, otherwise he would rather choose to die again.
Seeing the indescribable expression on Ling Song's face, the two heaved a sigh of relief.
It seems that Ling Song's amnesia is not fake, maybe he really couldn't think about it for a while and did something stupid, but now he forgot to see it, and it would be better.
If you say that Wen Yuanchu has nothing else but good looks, good grades, and rich family, why are all those girls blind and fascinated by him
Even a boy like Ling Song is like this, it's simple.
And Ling Song didn't shy away from it at all, he chased people generously, and they all knew how well they played.
Tsk.
They were talking about Wen Yuanchu, when that kid suddenly appeared, walked into the dumpling restaurant alone, and sat down at the table diagonally behind them.
Wang Zide and Zhang Yang shut up at the same time.
Ling Song was very uncomfortable, how could he see this person everywhere.
Zhang Yang lowered his voice and asked, "Isn't it good to let him sit there alone?"
Wang Zide also nodded: "It seems that we don't have the love of classmates and are not human."
They looked at Ling Song together.
Ling Song twitched the corner of his mouth, even if Wen Yuanchu wasn't Wen Che, he was extremely embarrassed at the moment, after all, in the eyes of other people and even Wen Yuanchu, he was the one who showed love to him.
If he doesn't show a little generosity, will others think that he still cares about this matter
That would be embarrassing.
"I also can."
Ling Song pretended not to care and threw out this sentence.
So Zhang Yang greeted Wen Yuanchu: "Wen Yuanchu, come and sit together."
In fact, neither Zhang Yang nor Wang Zide felt that Wen Yuanchu would pay attention to them. This person has always been close to gods and ghosts, and he doesn't talk to anyone. He is used to being alone, so it's strange to be able to sit with them.
Anyway, they greeted him, and it was his business if he refused to come.
But they didn't expect that as soon as Zhang Yang asked, Wen Yuanchu got up and walked over, and sat down beside Ling Song.
Zhang Yang & Wang Zide: "..."
Ling Song didn't expect that he would really come here. Didn't these two mean that he loved to ignore him and didn't even look at him
what happened
Wen Yuanchu sat down, didn't speak, and ate quietly.
But his sense of presence was so strong that the others also stopped talking.
Seeing the seasonings on the table, Ling Song imitated Zhang Yang and Wang Zide's and added them into his own bowl.
Wen Yuanchu suddenly called out and reminded him: "That's chili oil, very spicy, don't add so much."
The two on the opposite side looked like they had seen a ghost, Wen Yuanchu didn't care about them, and only looked at Ling Song.
Ling Song let out an embarrassed "Oh" and withdrew his hand.
Then I stopped talking.
The four of them ate the dumplings in silence.
And then all the way back to school in silence.
Passing by the classroom office, Ling Song was called in by Ma Guosheng.
Ma Guosheng asked him how he felt in class in the morning.
Ling Song thought for a while and decided to tell the truth: "I don't understand."
"Can't understand?"
"Except for the Chinese class, I don't understand anything else, not at all."
Ma Guosheng was speechless.
Amnesia so complete
Ma Guosheng helped his eyes, and said with some difficulty: "You don't know how long this situation will last. Why don't you try to read the previous books first and learn it again? I will tell your parents about this situation."
Ling Song said "Oh" and nodded: "Okay, thank you teacher."
Ma Guosheng patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you are only in the second year of high school now, and there is still time. If you are willing to learn, you will definitely be able to learn it again."
Ling Song didn't like to study before, arriving late and leaving early was the norm, and he often caused troubles outside, but now that he has lost his memory, he wants to learn instead, maybe it's a good thing.
He also said: "Your deskmate Wen Yuanchu cares about you very much. He even came to me in the morning to ask about your situation. He has good grades. If you don't understand anything, you can ask him."
In fact, Ma Guosheng also found it strange that Wen Yuanchu's grades were indeed good, but his personality was too withdrawn and he didn't get close to anyone. This was the first time he saw that kid take the initiative to care about his classmates.
It would be great if Wen Yuanchu and Ling Song could help each other, one could improve their academic performance and the other could become more cheerful.
"I see."
Ling Song agreed, but didn't take it to heart.
Although Wen Yuanchu was not Wen Che, he felt awkward when he saw him, not to mention the rejection of showing love, so he was stupid to go up to him.
There are three classes in the afternoon, one physics, one chemistry, and one biology. In the past, the tutors always praised him for being smart, but now he realizes that he is actually not smart at all, not at all.
A note was handed to him, Ling Song looked at it in surprise, the note was given to him by Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu lowered his eyes, doing his homework as if nothing happened.
Ling Song froze for a moment, and unfolded the note.
[You can ask me if you don't understand, and I will teach you.]
Huh
This is different from what Zhang Yang and Wang Zide said. Are those two really not deceiving the king
... Is it possible that this person also suspected that he committed suicide out of love, so he felt guilty and wanted to make amends
Ling Song stared at the note for three seconds, then rubbed it into the palm of his hand.
He lowered his head, leaned back on the table again, and fell asleep.
I'm tired, let's talk about studying. Let's talk about it another day.
Wen Yuanchu stared at his profile for a while.
The electric fan on the ceiling squeaked, Ling Song fell asleep unconsciously, the broken hair on the top of his head trembled slightly, his face was rosy and full of vitality.
When the get out of class bell rang, Ling Song woke up instantly.
Seeing his classmates getting up and leaving in twos and threes, he quickly packed his schoolbags and left the classroom.
His brother said in the morning that the driver at home would come to pick him up, and told him to leave the school as soon as school was over, and not to dawdle.
While waiting for the traffic light, Ling Song lay down by the car window and was amazed to see the busy traffic and tall buildings outside.
How could the world have completely changed in only four hundred years
Just as he was engrossed in watching, the figure of Wen Yuanchu riding a bicycle just broke into the field of vision.
Ling Song stared at him in a daze as he rode fast, weaving through the traffic until his back disappeared without a trace.
There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in my heart, as if I had seen the scene just now.
... where is it
When he got off the car at the door, Ling Song saw Wen Yuanchu again.
He also just arrived.
Ling Song finally knew where the sense of familiarity came from. The person he saw riding a bicycle from the yard next to him in the morning was Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu stopped the car and greeted him: "Ling Song."
Ling Song was surprised: "You live here too?"
Wen Yuanchu nodded: "Well, we are neighbors."
Ling Song: "..."
So what he saw in the room yesterday, the person in the opposite building was not his illusion, it was Wen Yuanchu.
Oh, what a coincidence.
Without talking to him, Ling Song casually said "Oh" and hurried in.
The door closed, Wen Yuanchu looked away, lowered his eyes, and rode into the villa next to him.