"Ah. Ferrari?" Dong Zhi thought for a while and replied, "I don't know, I haven't thought about these."

Wen Cen couldn't help laughing, "Hey, I just asked this, why are you so honest?"

The bike rides through the bus stop.

Dong Zhi nodded, wondering: "Aren't you going to wait for the bus?"

Wen Cen said: "What are you waiting for? I've ridden all the riders, so I'll send you back."

There was a conversation on the road, and Wen Cen took Dongzhi to the intersection last time, and then the car was returned to her and left, "It's still early, you go in by yourself, so I won't stand here stupidly."

Leave her a waving back, Wen Cen walked freely without looking back.

When Dongzhi returned home, Dong Qin's wife had already rested and watched TV in the room. When she heard the noise, she asked her, "Why did she come back so late? Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten," she said, "I've accompanied my classmates to buy things today."

Mrs. Dong Qin didn't ask much. The car was parked under the eaves, Dong Zhi went back to the room to put things, cleaned up, and then washed up.

I wanted to open the desk lamp to read a book for a while, but I was afraid that Dong Qin's wife would like to waste electricity, Dong Chi gave up her thoughts and got into bed.

The phone was charging, and it was placed in front of my ears, and it suddenly shook.

She reached out from the quilt, picked it up and saw that someone on the social software asked her to be a friend.

It's not someone else, it's Wen Cen.

After Dongzhi applied, Wen Cen said in his first sentence: "I'll look for your number Miao Jing wants."

She replied, "Yeah." She asked again, "Have you arrived home?"

He said: "On the road, it's almost here."

The next sentence directly ends the topic: "I listen to nursery rhymes and I'm not going to talk anymore."

Dongzhi thought about it and sent the word "Yeah".

The ending is not rude to her.

Dongzhi put his phone back to his pillow and closed his eyes. He was not sleepy. She started counting sheep, and counting more than 300 sheep but not asleep. Instead, she silently memorized words in her heart, and couldn't sleep.

Dongzhi turned on the music player on his mobile phone and played songs. Without wearing headphones, the sound was minimized. With music as a companion, time seemed easier.

All tracks in the entire list are looped to halfway through the third pass, and the vibrating sound of the message prompt is inserted horizontally.

She reached out to touch the phone, and she looked a little bit, and squinted her eyes and slowed down for a few seconds before she got used to it.

"come out."

The message only has two words, so Chen sent it.

Dongzhi stared at the screen until the light was about to dim, and she replied: "I'm asleep."

Not long after, he said, "I'm at the door."

The tranquility of the night was enough to amplify all movements. Dongzhi lifted the quilt, tilted his slippers, and opened the door and went out with his hands and feet.

It was pitch black around, so I could see clearly with the lights still on the Chen family.

Chen stood at the gate of the yard, his bicycle was still by his side, probably not going home first.

"What's the matter?" Dong Zhi asked softly.

Chen reached out and handed over a bag of things. His face turned a little white by the cold wind, and his expression was a little tight.

Dongzhi was puzzled: "What..."

"I brought it to you." Chen said, "Eat and sleep." Her eyes swept across her body, and a small piece of her neck was exposed, as white as her neck, and her collarbone was too obvious. It was probably cold, and her shoulders were slightly shrunk unconsciously.

He frowned and blamed him a little, "Why don't you put on a coat?"

Dongzhi didn't answer this, and he could not wear it, just for a while.

She focused on the snacks in her hand: "I've eaten."

Chen asked, "What are you eating?"

"rice flour."

"Who are you with?"

"Friend."

"That's at night?" he asked.

Dongzhi nodded.

Chen pursed his lips, "I haven't seen him before."

"Yeah." Dongzhi responded vaguely, not wanting to talk about this, because it was very cold at night. She said, "I'm in the house, you go back."

Chen moved his lips and said nothing in the end.

...

Chen put the snacks he gave him into the cupboard. The next morning, he asked Dong Qinsao to eat with breakfast.

She stayed at home for a day, and after her rest day, it was a new week.

On Friday, I took the exam almost all around the exam this week. Everyone should review and prepare nervously. On Wednesday, I listened to the chat of those who like to spread gossip in the school. Zhao Lijie's feet seemed to be getting better, so Chen stopped riding her bike to carry her.

The days of winter are still the same. If there is a slight change, it is probably that they have more interactions with Wen Cen. Often in the afternoon or evening self-study, he would poke her back with a pen cap behind her back and ask her to borrow the exercise book to read it.

Sometimes he likes to say and is very good at speaking, and sometimes he is quiet for the whole day.

The day before the monthly exam, I was temporarily notified after school in the afternoon and I was exempted from self-study in the evening, and a group of students went home happily.

Miao Jing and her friends left. Dong Zhi was packing her schoolbag, and Wen Cen called her behind her back: "Hey, I'll show you something later."

She paused and turned around and asked, "What?"

"You will know after reading it, you're at the school gate." Wen Cen said, "Aren't you going to push the cart? You're going to go together."

Dongzhi didn't refuse, and put on his bag. He packed up his things in a few seconds, and the two walked out of the classroom one by one.

When he arrived at the school gate, Wen Cen took Dongzhi to a student electric car and "look."

"Your car?" Dong Zhi asked.

Wen Cen nodded, "Ferrari." He patted the cushion of the car, "Do you want to feel it?"

Dongzhi reacted, laughing and crying, "No."

"Really not?" Wen Cen said, "I bought it a new one, but I haven't carried anyone yet."

Dongzhi shook his head with a smile, "I'm riding a bike."

It is rare to have time today, so she wants to go to Aqin's place to take a look.

Wen Cen's "Ferrari" style is good and it looks good. Dong Zhi didn't forget to remind him before leaving: "Be careful when riding a bike."

He didn't stop her, so he took a break and waved his hand to say goodbye.

...

There was only Aqin in the store. In the evening, all the teachers who taught were going to have dinner, and the students didn't come so quickly. Aqin poured Dongzhi a cup of tea, "Have you eaten? Isn't class going tonight?"

"The exam will be tomorrow, there will be no classes tonight." Dongzhi picked up the plastic cup, took a small sip and put down the cup, "Well... can you go inside to play the piano today?"

Actually, I was quite embarrassed. At first, because I often came to this piano store, I could chat with Aqin. She helped her deal with the customer who came to buy things several times. Later, Aqin often opened a convenient door for her.

This piano store was opened by Uncle Aqin. As long as it is not too much, he will turn a blind eye.

"Of course," Aqin laughed as soon as she heard it, "Last time you came for a while and then went to class. After so long, I still wonder if you will always come, are you polite to me?"

Dong Zhi smiled, unable to say more, but only two words that were heavy and solid: "Thank you."

Aqin opened the drawer and got her the key to the house on the first floor. It was just behind, the room was small, and it was on the first floor. The teachers didn't like to use it. Most of them taught classes upstairs and were often empty.

I took the key to the classroom and took the adult piano used by the teacher to Dongzhi. Dongzhi thanked him repeatedly and went to the back room.

Dongzhi stayed in the practice classroom for a long time.

Aqin often said that it was a pleasure to hear her playing the violin, but she was confused.

There is no professional course to teach, no professional teacher to teach, and there is not even a convenient adult piano. The quiet time she has obtained with Aqin's kindness and generousness is more like stolen time.

Just like this practice classroom that others dislike, it is dim at the corner of the stairs, and when the lights are turned off, you won’t see any natural light.

When the sound of the piano stopped, Aqin came to knock on the door.

Dong Zhi responded, Aqin opened the door and poked her head first, and then ran in excitedly.

"I almost forgot, this!" Aqin rushed to her with a flyer, "I brought it to me two days ago. The organizer and my uncle chatted for more than an hour. I heard that the piano shops in the city will organize participation, and there are advertisements on the street. Haven't you seen it... Anyway, the students who learn violin in our piano shop will go. Do you want to try it?"

"... Competition?" Dong Zhi looked at the content printed on the flyer and did not reach out to pick it up.

"Yes." Aqin said, "The first place in each group has a bonus of 2,000 yuan, you can apply for the violin!"

After working very hard, Dongzhi shook his head, "I don't have a piano. My mother doesn't like me to do these things either."

Aqin was stunned, "Although your piano is a little smaller, it should be useful?" She hesitated, "Or I would discuss with my uncle and ask him to lend you one? Your mother..."

Someone outside called the clerk and the customer came in. Aqin hurriedly responded, regardless of whether it was heard outside or not.
To be continued...