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Chapter 14 Rumors
Wen Xinai washed the cross-stitch carefully, and when she picked it up, the unattractive cross-stitch was completely changed.

It can no longer be given away, Song Zihe will never want it like this.

Wen Xin wanted to cry but had no tears. She watched the cross-stitch for a long time, thinking about the rush work for nearly a month, and finally couldn't bear to throw it away.

Song Zihe seemed to be colder than before when he came to make up lessons these days. Although there was no difference from usual, Wen Xinai felt that he was even colder than before.

why?Is it because of homework?

"I'll go down." Wen Xinai secretly took a few pieces of meat from the kitchen, poured some milk into the bottle, and Wen Xinai went downstairs.

"Zihe Guohui is coming, what are you going to do?" her mother called her from behind.

She ran out without looking back, just as the elevator reached this floor, she went straight in.

Every time she goes out, she always carefully wears ski fabric clothes, so that it is not easy to stick to the dog hair, but my mother has started to sneeze recently, and my father said that it may be because of the dog next door, so I don’t care too much, but Wen Xin loves it I thought, if I take food out of the house so frequently, my mother will find out one day. It's better to use pocket money to secretly buy dog ​​food for Duoduo, and maybe hide it somewhere in the carport.

As she thought, people had already rushed to the carport, and the stray dog ​​Duoduo was circling around the old man who was in charge of watching the car. The old man saw her and smiled: "My dear, don't bring food next time, this dog It looked okay, so I decided to raise it."

Wen Xin'ai was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized that she said happily, "Really? You are really willing to raise it."

"Yes, I'll take it back today. The community doesn't allow me to keep it here. I'll take it back and let my wife keep it. This dog is full of humanity." The old man lowered his head and patted the puppy's head.

"Great." Duoduo is finally no longer a stray dog. Wen Xinai ran up and poured out all the meat he brought down. Watching Duoduo eat happily, his joyful expression darkened again. If he is taken away, it means , I won't see much in the future.

She reached out and stroked Duoduo's fluffy fur gently. After thinking for a while, she took out the cross stitch from her pocket, untied the rope on it, and put it around Duoduo's neck. It’s even more unrecognizable now, why don’t you just give it to Duoduo.

Reluctantly stroking Duoduo's head, Wen Xinai said to the old man watching the car: "Grandpa, you should take good care of it."

When Song Zihe came, Wen Xin'ai had already left, but she saw Duoduo lying obediently at the feet of the old man watching the car, and wagging her tail excitedly around his bicycle when he saw him coming.

"No beef jerky today." He knew why Duoduo was excited.

Duoduo was still wagging his tail desperately.

He stared at it: "It's useless to be attentive."

This time Duoduo seemed to understand, he yelled aggrievedly, he stopped the car with a smile, knelt down and gently rubbed its head, his eyes saw something hanging around Duoduo's neck, he picked it up and took a look, it was a Cross-stitch, ugly cross-stitch, the word 'love' spelled out in the shape of a heart, he was stunned, isn't that what Wen Xinai gave to that boy?How come here.

Duoduo grabbed his hand with his paws, as if saying that it belonged to him, you'd better not touch it, Song Zihe ignored it, untied the cross stitch from Duoduo's neck and put it in his hand, really very ugly.

Could it be that she made several and even gave away the dog?

He looked at the cross-stitch, and thinking about it, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. It seemed that he felt refreshed all of a sudden, but after thinking about it, he felt unhappy again. Can't tell why.

These days seem to always be a little inexplicable.

He shook his head, stood up, and didn't put the cross stitch on Duoduo's neck again, the rope was too thin, and it would hurt it.

He wanted to throw away the cross-stitch directly, but when he walked to the trash can, he only stopped, but then passed by again. It was not until he came to the door of Wen's house that he realized that he still hadn't thrown away the cross-stitch. Seen by Wen Xinai, he quickly stuffed the cross stitch into his schoolbag.

Why does it feel like it was taken from Dodo?
The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was adjusted very warmly, the humidifier in the living room was turned on, and water vapor was constantly coming out. Wen Xinai was wearing a pink wool dress and white thick cotton pantyhose on her legs, stepping on the KITTY cat In the slippers, the soft and somewhat light hair hangs docilely on the shoulders, looking cute and gentle. She helped the nanny arrange small dishes on the table, and then poured soy sauce and vinegar into them.

"Pour the vinegar slowly, in case Zihe doesn't like it." Mother Wen reminded beside her.

Wen Xin'ai let out an "oh", obediently put the bottle of vinegar aside, Song Zihe saw her face was fair and pink like a porcelain doll, for some reason, he always looked at Wen Xin'ai from a certain angle at certain times Sometimes I think she is amazingly beautiful, and the number of times like this seems to be increasing.

"Zihe is here?" Wen's mother saw Song Zihe and greeted him, interrupting his distraction, "We are eating dumplings today, wash your hands and sit down to eat."

Song Zihe was used to eating at Wen's house, so he didn't say anything, just said "um", washed his hands, and sat down at the side of the table.

"Are you jealous?" Wen Xin'ai carefully moved the small dish without vinegar in front of him. If he said to eat, she would pour it for him.

Are you jealous?Song Zihe was startled for some reason, and then said: "Eat."

Only then did Wen Xin'ai pour some vinegar into it for him, and then Wen's mother put some hot dumplings on the table and said with a smile: "Zihe must eat it, there is no boy who is not jealous."

There was something in her words, she was purely joking with Song Zihe, Song Zihe heard it, a little embarrassed, seeing that the little dish didn't answer.

Wen Xinai laughed, took a dumpling, covered it with vinegar, and ate it in one bite. Then she narrowed her eyes, covered her mouth, and exclaimed, "It's so sour."

Song Zihe looked at her and saw that she was afraid to swallow it with a mouthful. He took one himself and dipped it in soy sauce and vinegar. Young.

Wen Xin'ai is actually not a stupid student. She can do most of the questions given to her recently, so the current make-up class is more like two students doing homework together and reviewing homework together.

There is a faint sense of tranquility in Wenxin's room, including her body, her book and even the pen she took. Song Zihe didn't notice it before, because he was thinking more about how to end this make-up class as soon as possible. In his life, he returned to the time when he went home after playing basketball for a while, but later, when he returned home and opened the book to review by himself, he would also recall such a faint smell. Wouldn't it also be contaminated with this smell, but I didn't notice it?

This kind of thought made him slightly irritable again, always feeling that he seemed to be assimilated by Wen Xin'ai, and she was such an annoying person to him.

He didn't read any English words, but his cell phone rang, and it was a text message from Chen Kangnan, who liked Yan Xiaoqing.

"Zihe, I want to ask you something, are you in a relationship with your little sister in the first year of high school?" Chen Kangnan said nonchalantly.

Song Zihe stared at the message, subconsciously raised his head to look at Wen Xinai who was working on the question, and frowned and replied, "What do you mean?"

"Someone saw you often going in and out of a high-end residential area with a girl from the first year of high school. Is it true? Are you living together?" Boys and girls aged [-] and [-] are far more open than adults think, but sometimes It's okay to be naive, but it's just high school students, even if they want to live together, they can't afford to rent an apartment, let alone a high-end community.

Song Zihe only thought it was ridiculous, but more of it was boring. Who made this rumor, most of it was saying that he and Wen Xinai were in love, and that he knew she was a freshman girl in high school. He frowned and replied: " Who did you hear from?"

"I don't know who it is. Anyway, I live in that community. I happened to see you and that girl. Now it's spread. Xiaoqing asked me to ask. I'm almost bored to death. Is it right?"

Seeing the word Xiaoqing, Song Zihe immediately lost the urge to reply and turned off his phone.

When I looked up, I saw Wen Xin'ai looking at the phone in his hand.

His mobile phone is just an outdated mobile phone worth a few hundred dollars on the market. He doesn't have many friends, and the mobile phone is not very useful to him. This mobile phone is just a gift from the phone package that his aunt joined. He rarely used it, so Wen Xinai always thought that he didn't have a mobile phone.

"What are you looking at, have you finished the quiz?" Thinking that his phone was broken, he put it back in his pocket and said.

"Can you tell me your mobile phone number?" Wen Xinai said and hurriedly took out her mobile phone. It was a square Japanese phone. He stopped on the keyboard, waiting expectantly for Song Zihe to give her his cell phone number.

"What do you want my number for?" Song Zihe didn't want to tell her the number, he didn't want to receive endless messages from her.

"Shouldn't people who are familiar with each other have each other's number?" Although in her mobile phone, apart from her parents and a few relatives, she only has the mobile phone number of her former classmate Fatni. She has no other friends, and it is impossible for her classmates to contact her. , but in her opinion, Song Zihe is different from those classmates. Although she said she likes him, he didn't accept it, but at least they meet often, can talk, and stay in the same room to do questions. She dare not Said "friends", but at least two familiar people.

"Who said we are familiar people, at most we know each other." Song Zihe coldly removed the word "familiar", familiar?Their understanding only stayed in this small room, between the questions. She didn't know how early she got up every day to help her mother boil water and steam sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. She didn't know how long her father was reluctant to ride a car every day. Bike to work?And what time does the mother have to set up the stall at night?She is just a delicate little flower in the greenhouse, how could she be familiar with him?So that day, when she and another boy kissed me and I ate, she would not know that she was hiding behind the stove to wash their used dishes.

He didn't know how to think of this again, and it made him very uncomfortable, maybe the word "familiar" annoyed him.

"We are different people, Wen Xinai, so we will never become familiar." When he said this, he knew that he was a little overreacted, but the discomfort made him unable to bear such words.

Wen Xinai blinked her eyes, she didn't know how to annoy him again, but she didn't want to give up the chance to get the mobile phone number, she whispered: "Even if you don't know each other well, you still meet people often, can't you have the other party's mobile phone number?" ? Otherwise, I can report mine to you."

"No need," Song Zihe directly refused, "Let's do the question, I don't want your mother to come in and see us talking about other things."

Seeing his bored look, Wen Xinai said "Oh" very reluctantly, picked up the pen and started to do the questions again, if you don't want it, if you ask Dad, can you get it?But isn't that bad?

She was biting her pen, still thinking about the number, but she heard Song Zihe asking her behind her.

"Recently, have you heard any bad rumors?"

She was startled, and turned around: "Bad rumors?" Is it related to her?It has always been there, but what aspect is it?

"It's nothing." Song Zihe's expression was a little awkward, and he didn't want to ask the questions he just asked, and asked if he seemed a bit of a dick, "You do the questions."

(End of this chapter)