One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Malan blossoms thirty two

The day of Dongzhi was flickering in his mind. When he remembered her red eyes, Chen explained to Dongzhi: "It was Zheng Yangfei who flew too much. If he wasn't so too much, Dongzhi wouldn't have lost his temper."

"I know, I know. You understand Dongzhi, and I understand her. People have tempers. But you should also look at the problem objectively, right?" Zhao Lijie said, "I know Dongzhi is a very good person. You can spend so many years with her. She must have many advantages. However, in her current situation in school, so many people talk about her and talk about her. Does she have no problem at all? She can clearly change the method and solve many things well, but she just doesn't, so she has this situation. It's really possible to avoid it."

Chen didn't say anything.

Zhao Lijie sighed: "I don't want to be too gossip, but we have known each other for a long time. It's rare to have a friend who can chat like this." She paused and looked at him, "If you are worried that I will get angry when riding a bike, I will try to keep a distance from you at school in the future. It's okay."

She said, turning around and jumping into the door.

There was a hurdle in front of her. She jumped, but she couldn't stand firmly. She let out a "ah" sound and fell forward.

Chen was shocked and hurriedly reached out to take her waist.

Zhao Lijie was held by him and her shoulder hit the door frame. Fortunately, she didn't fall and stood firm with Chen Ju's arm.

"It's okay. I'll go in by myself, you go back." She didn't look at Chen and was about to continue rushing in.

Chen stopped her and sighed: "You stand up first."

Zhao Lijie stopped moving, but lowered her head. Her sleeves were tighter and tighter.

Chen tentatively called out: "Zhao Lijie?"

She lowered her head and shook her head.

"Are you okay?"

"..." She turned her face away.

Chen heard her sniffing sound.

"You're crying?"

"No." She looked up for a moment, and hurriedly turned away, holding his arm with one hand, and rubbing the corners of her eyes with the other, "The wind is a little too strong."

Chen caught a glimpse of her slightly red eyes.

After silence, he softened his tone: "I didn't say anything else, why are you crying?"

She cried and she really cried: "Chen, I don't want to be hated by you."

"I don't hate you."

She was still crying.

Chen wanted to find a tissue but didn't carry it on his body, so he had to emphasize: "Really."

Zhao Lijie looked at him with red eyes, pursed her lips, and wiped her tears drying herself, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

The pitiful Xixi looked a little funny, so Chen pulled the corner of his mouth, "It's okay. Just stop crying."

She let go of his arm and stroked the wall, "Then I'm going in, you're going home, it's too late." She jumped over the threshold, stopped, and looked back at him, "My feet don't hurt that much, thank you for sending me back."

Those eyes were sincere and a little confused, and Chen softened his heart, "I'll send you to the evening self-study tomorrow. You can go in."

Zhao Lijie was stunned for a moment, her tears had not yet faded, and she suddenly felt like she was laughing and crying, and nodded vigorously.

...

Dongzhi arrived home later than usual. As usual, Dong Qinsao had already slept, let alone late.

She opened the door lightly and did not dare to make any noise when she washed up, for fear of waking up her mother.

Changing into her sleeping clothes, Dongzhi lay on the bed, looking straight at the ceiling, feeling sleepy that she was almost gone. She turned around and stared at the wardrobe. After a while, she lifted up the quilt, turned on the desk lamp, opened the wardrobe door, and took out the piano case from the lower floor.

The piano case is kept in the cabinet because she is afraid that the room will be too trendy and the piano will be broken. When she is alone, she often takes out the piano case and wipes it, not wanting it to fall into dust.

This piano is not an adult piano. She is now at her age and has the same size as an adult, so it is a bit difficult to use this piano. It is not that she deliberately buys a baby in order to be cheap, but that she was still a half-sized child when she received this piano.

Dongzhi squatted in front of the cabinet, holding the piano box, not opening it, but only touching the box body.

The memory of going to the teacher’s house to attend class seems to have been a long time ago.

Many things seem to have been a long time ago.

I can’t count the specific time, but the people and things that change between them are clear, and it’s even clearer.

When she first started learning piano, Chen had just learned to ride a bicycle. He didn't like to go out for a fuss when he was a child, and he didn't have many friends. He held books at home all day and read gifts from adults. The first thing he wanted to pull her to play with.

At that time, Chen seemed to have no sports cells. Maybe he didn't exercise frequently, so he was clumsy. Unlike now, when he ran on the basketball court, everyone's eyes could not be separated from him.

Chen learned bicycles slowly than other children. After she learned it, he held his breath and didn't know who to compete with, so he learned it immediately.

Sometimes he rides a bicycle in front of the door, and when he encounters her going out to learn piano, or when he comes back from get out of class, he always stops her and takes her around for a few rounds.

Eight or nine-year-old boys and girls grew up together since childhood, and it was normal to play together. Chen Zhi's grandfather had not left yet. When they met, the old man would occasionally stand by the door and watch, and advise Dongzhi: "Give him some face and let him take you two laps. If he rides unsteadily, he will fall. When I come back, I will deal with him."

When she sat on, Chen carried her. She held the piano case and went around in circles. He deliberately rode fast, so she grabbed his clothes tightly and shouted: "Slow down! Slow down!"

The wind was filled with her yelling voice.

When I was young, I didn’t know the taste of sorrow, and my days seemed to be so beautiful every day.

Sometimes when he meets Chen, he will take others, and they are all boys. When he puts down the person and comes over to ask her to get in the car, she will throw a tantrum and say, "I won't sit if someone else has sat."

Chen blamed her for being tricky and complained: "Why are you doing this?"

She had a tampered with her neck and said, "My dad only carries me in the back seat of the car."

She said this, and later, Chen Ju's bicycle never carried anyone else.

Until now.

The childish and arrogant joke eventually turned back into a joke.

No longer thinking about it, Dongzhi lowered his head, touched the piano case, and put it back into the wardrobe in a short while.

Close the cabinet door and the desk lamp, she lay back on the bed, and the warmth remained.

Close your eyes and wait calmly for your dreams.

Eight out of ten things are unsatisfactory in life. Ninety, things in the world are easy to change, and there will be more suffering in the whole life.

These small things are nothing.

...

When I saw Wen Cen again, I felt a little different. The distance seemed to be closer, and the sense of strangeness faded a lot.

He didn't specifically talk to Dongzhi, as usual.

After school at noon, Miao Jing invited Dongzhi to push the cart together. Dongzhi said, "My car breaks down and I have to go repair it."

"Is Xiaohong broken?"

Wen Cenheng interjected: "Xiaohong? Isn't her car blue?"

"Isn't the blue one called Xiaohong, Xiaolan is ordinary?" Miao Jing glanced at him and continued to say to Dong Zhi, "I will accompany you to the intersection."

Dongzhi didn't refuse, and the two of them left school together.

When I went to the place where I picked up the car outside the school gate, I heard the people next to me chatting, so Chen rode Zhao Lijie again.

Miao Jing murmured to her in a low voice: "What's wrong with Chen and Zhao Lijie?"

Dongzhi looked down at the book, and Wen Cen painted on the paper, as if he didn't hear it, and he was very focused.

...

In the afternoon, the sun cleared away the clouds and went out to dry the sun during the break, and there were a lot of people in the corridor.

Dongzhi doesn't like to walk around and doesn't leave his seat. The deskmate next to him goes to ask others for questions, and is empty. Wen Cen is also surrounded by Miao Jing in the corridor, a member of the sun-bathing army.

He poked her back with his pen cap.

Dongzhi looked back and said, "Hmm?"

Wen Cen lay on the table and asked, "Don't you do it too, that. Will you participate in the competition?"

After a moment of pause, I realized that what he was talking about was gossiping by other people.

"No." Dongzhi said, "I haven't started class for a long time, and I've had my hands."

"Try it even if you want to have a handmade life, what are you afraid of?"

She was silent for a moment and said, "My piano is small and not very good at it. If I haven't changed it to a new one, I guess it won't be able to pull it well."

Wen Cen wanted to say something, she sat upright, her back no longer pressed against the front of his desk, and continued reading on her own desk.

...

On Friday night, Chen arrived home later than usual. He usually went home on time unless something happened temporarily.

Xiao Jingran kept waiting, and asked the kitchen to prepare hot soup as usual, simmering it on the stove. He had just seen it coming out of the kitchen once, and heard the movement, and knew that he was back, he immediately went out.

"Why are you home now?" She walked towards the door with her slippers.

Chen was holding a big bag in his hand and was in the entrance slippers.

She glanced at her and asked casually: "What's the matter with, that big?"

Chen looked up at her and said, "My friend and I were walking outside for a while." After changing our shoes in a few seconds, we stepped upstairs, "I'll go back to the room to change my clothes first."

"Hey—" Before Xiao Jingran could speak, he ran quickly and went upstairs in a flash. She sighed helplessly, "What are you doing when you run so urgently?"

Chen changed his clothes and went downstairs, with empty hands.

Xiao Jingran asked someone to serve the soup to the restaurant table, and Chen pulled out the chair and sat down. Xiao Jingran watched him drink.

Chen scooped a sip of the soup and drank it at her, "It's delicious."

"It's good to drink." Xiao Jingran smiled, "Mom asked someone to stew it for you every day."

Chen said, "Mom, if I come back late, don't wait for me, don't stay up late with me. I'm not a child."

"I know, I know. You drink yours." Xiao Jingran felt very upset in her heart, no matter how she saw him, she was good.
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