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Chapter 2 First Encounter
Song Zihe sat stiffly on the pure black leather sofa. On the low table in front were the pastries and candies prepared for him by the hostess of the house, but he didn't even touch them. He is 17 years old and already The freshman in high school no longer likes to eat what these children eat, not to mention, he didn't like it in the first place.

On the other side of the table were some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Song Zihe’s mother had been buying sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from a stall on the street since she was laid off. I heard that she was quite famous. When he came to this family’s house today, his mother specially asked him to bring A few pieces came over, saying that rich people are used to delicacies from mountains and seas, and might like their own homemade things, but at this time, these pieces of osmanthus cakes on the table formed a sharp contrast with the chocolate and high-end pastries in front of him .

"Zihe, I'm so sorry. My daughter is spoiled and self-willed. I've already called and will be right back." It doesn't sound sincere, but it's polite.

Song Zihe nodded, but there was nothing he could do about it. Who would let his father be the subordinate of the male master of this family, or not even a subordinate.The male owner of this house is the director of the Municipal Cultural Bureau, and his father is just a small doorman in the Cultural Bureau, because his son was admitted to the top-ranked key high school in the city, so he would show off to everyone. Fan, this is how I was forced to tutor the director's daughter who is already in the third grade of junior high school and is about to take the high school entrance examination.

But after sitting there for more than an hour, the director's daughter never showed up.

He looked up at the clock on the wall, it was 09:30, so late, where would a third-year female student go?

"I'm back." Just as he was thinking, a dejected voice came, and the door was opened at the same time.

Song Zihe looked back, and saw a thin and small girl standing at the door, carrying a schoolbag, her head bowed, her hair like noodles in clear soup was messed up, her clothes were messy, and the skirt below was still dripping with water.

His eyebrows frowned, what's going on, fell into the water?But he couldn't think of which river she would fall into in this city with few riverbanks and severe pollution.

"What's going on? Fighting again? Ah, what's going on with your face?" The girl's mother's scream gave Song Zihe the answer.

fight?If it's a fight, the girl in front of her looks more like being bullied.

No matter what her mother asked, the girl kept her head down without saying a word, until her mother sighed and told her to take a shower first, then she turned and went into the next bathroom with a sense of relief.

From the beginning to the end, because she drooped her head, Song Zihe couldn't see the girl's face clearly.

"Zihe, I'm really sorry, it seems that it's not working today," the hostess ran up, said apologetically, and hurriedly picked up the unopened chocolate on the table, "Take this box back and eat."

Song Zihe pushed it away and said, "No need, Auntie, I don't like to eat these, so I'll go back first." He picked up his schoolbag and was about to leave.

The hostess was a little embarrassed, feeling that the young man in front of her seemed too indifferent, so she didn't force herself to hold on to the box of chocolates. Song Zihe only realized it when she opened the door and said, "Let's go then."

The high-end residential area is much cleaner and tidier than the old city where he lives. Song Zihe smelled the aroma of camphor trees while walking, and went directly to the place where the bicycle was parked to pick up the bicycle.

The neighborhood is huge, and he got a little lost. Just as he was thinking about which intersection he came in from, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him. He subconsciously moved aside, and then a girl stopped in front of him.

The girl was wearing kitty cat pajamas, her hair was still wet, she lowered her head and stretched out her hand to him. In her hand was a [-]-yuan note.

"I, my mother asked me to give it to you. She said that you can call a taxi if it's too late." The girl's voice was a little low, panting slightly from the running just now.

Song Zihe looked at the banknote and thought that it should be the girl from just now. At this moment, her hair was dripping, but she could still see the chewing gum sticking to it.

"No need, it's not very far anyway, we'll be there in a short ride." Song Zihe didn't answer, walked around her and walked forward.

After walking for a long time, there was no sound behind him, maybe he had already gone back, but for some reason Song Zihe still looked back, the girl was still there, under the streetlight, she seemed to be looking at him with a small figure , but when he turned his head, he quickly lowered his head and kicked the concrete floor lightly, as if he had done something wrong.

Song Liaohe thought of the tortoise he raised at home. He liked to stretch his neck when no one was around, and quickly retracted into his shell when someone approached it. It was generally close to his father, but it seemed to be very afraid of him.

Thinking inexplicably, he finally found the way, turning a corner is the place where the bicycle is parked.

Since that incident, the bureau chief's family never let Song Zihe go. Song Zihe thought maybe he had found a better candidate, but he didn't take it to heart, anyway, he was happy and relaxed.

The curriculum in the first year of high school was not too tight. Song Zihe would occasionally play basketball with a few classmates after school. Because he was tall and had good motor skills, he played basketball quite well. The school basketball team used to let He joined, but he just played to relax and didn't want to spend too much time on it, so he didn't agree.

However, after he played on the playground for several consecutive evenings after school, a lot of spectators suddenly came, and they were all girls. As soon as he got the ball and was about to shoot, those girls would keep shouting cheers beside him. Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that those girls were just admiring his golf skills, and the few boys who played together began to show impatience because he dominated the limelight.

Today, he didn’t go to the playground to play. He thought that he would pass a parking lot on the way home. It used to be a basketball court, and later it was used to park bicycles for a fee. Maybe there you can play basketball quietly for a while.

He deliberately finished his homework at school, and when he went there again, the basketball court was already vacant, so he shot the basket alone against the iron frame without the net.

After almost an hour, he was ready to go home when he was sweating all over.

"Ugly, Wen Xin'ai, dead mouse, Wen Xin'ai." When he picked up his coat and turned around, a few boys tied a dead mouse with a rope to a bamboo pole not far in front, and they were scaring a short girl. He kept moving backwards, and was about to bump into him.

Song Zihe had seen this kind of bullying of the weak when he was in elementary school, and he was familiar with it long ago, and he didn't want to be nosy, holding the basketball, ready to pick up the car and leave.

Putting the basketball into the front car basket and carrying the schoolbag on his shoulders, he was planning to leave just like that, but for some reason, he raised his head and looked at the situation over there again.

The girl had fallen to the ground, leaning against a bicycle with no way out, and the dead mouse was only a few inches away from her face, and it might touch her face at any time, the girl opened her eyes wide in horror , but didn't cry out, just bit his lip.

He frowned, thinking that those boys had done too much, and when the dead mouse approached the girl's face again, without thinking about it, he took the basketball and threw it at the girl. The boy with the mouse hit it, not very hard, but it hit the boy's head, the boy was startled, the mouse in his hand dropped and fell on the girl, the girl screamed and jumped up like crazy, because standing He got up with too much force, his head hit the handle of the bicycle, a hole was torn on his forehead, and blood dripped down directly.

Seeing that the girl was injured, those boys were startled, and didn't care who threw them away, they just blew away, leaving the injured girl and Song Zihe.

trouble!

Things that shouldn't be meddling in the first place, but a moment of soft-heartedness led to disaster. Song Zi and the boys who wanted to imitate him left, but the basketball was still there. It was a gift from his father because he was admitted to a key high school. So he had to pick it up, and even if it wasn't because of basketball, he couldn't really walk away.

It took him a while to walk in front of the girl, and he asked helplessly, "Does it matter, do you need to go to the hospital?"

The girl covered the wound with her hands, blood was all between her fingers, she should be serious, but she shook her head, grabbed the schoolbag that was dropped aside, opened the small bag on the side of the schoolbag, and took out a band-aid and individually wrapped alcohol. The cotton ball quickly dried the wound with an alcohol cotton ball, pressed the wound with one hand, and partnered with the mouth with the other hand to tear off the band-aid and stick it on the wound.

Song Zihe looked a little dumbfounded, and carried band-aids and alcohol cotton balls with him. Is this girl ready to get hurt at any time?

Then I took a closer look at the girl's face. The whole face was very small, probably only the size of my own palm. Her skin was very fair, and her eyes should be big at ordinary times, but now they were drooping and a little listless. Such a picture Face, no matter how you look at it, it will not be ugly, on the contrary, it is very beautiful. Why do those boys call her ugly and bully her?

He couldn't help but glanced again, only then did he see a purple birthmark starting from the girl's right ear, and then he suddenly realized that the reasons for bullying incidents in school are often ridiculous, or because there is one more mole than others , or have longer toes than others, or have worse grades than everyone else, and such a birthmark is enough to be the reason for being bullied.

The girl had been cleaning the wound silently. When Song Zihe was not paying attention, she raised her head and glanced at him. She was startled, then immediately lowered her head, and then seemed to be in a hurry to leave. She quickly stood up and looked at Song Zihe. He nodded and said: Thank you.They left very quickly.

Only the basketball and the dazed Song Zihe remained.

In the next few days, nothing happened, and Song Zihe had long forgotten what happened that day. Until the time of the high school entrance examination, his father came back one day and said that the director's family wanted him to help her daughter with tutoring.

Everyone is going to take the senior high school entrance examination. Although Song Zihe is not the kind of person who only read books a few days before the exam, his father should not agree so readily. But think about who makes someone the boss, and his father also has his difficulties. Zihe had no choice but to follow the agreed time. He didn't even play ball after school. He bought two steamed buns at the school gate to fill his stomach and went directly to the family's house.

He has been there once, so Song Zihe still remembers where the family lives. When he knocked on the door and entered, Song Zihe saw the family of three sitting at the table waiting for him, and the dishes on the table were steaming. , haven't moved yet.

"Zihe is here, hurry up and wash your hands, I'm waiting for you to eat." The hostess greeted him first and greeted him politely.

Song Zihe immediately said: "I have already eaten."

"Eat it, you can eat a little more. Young people can eat as much as they grow." The host next to him said.

The male host is the director of the Cultural Bureau. He heard from his father that he played the accordion very well. He could also play the accordion while playing the harmonica. Song Zihe met him once. He was a man with very fair skin, which was a bit unhealthy. He is very tall, so in fact he is already very fat but it is not very obvious, and the officials all have the same expression, they all look like they are smiling, but they are smiling, but they feel insincere, as if they are calculating something, It's hard to imagine that such a person still has musical ability.

At this time, his smile was quite sincere, because Song Zihe was just a child in his eyes, but what he said was also irrefutable: "Sit down." He pointed to the seat next to him.

Song Zihe couldn't refuse, and it seemed that the family was indeed waiting for him to eat, so he was too embarrassed to say anything, so he had to sit down, and a nanny came over to serve him soup immediately. He said thank you, and looked up just in time to see him sitting The girl on the opposite side.

It was the daughter of the family he was going to teach late last time.

The girl was petite and petite, with clear hair, a pair of huge eyes, but a face the size of a palm, her skin inherited from her father, but not so unhealthy.

As if he had seen it before, he took a sip of soup and was a little puzzled, but the girl raised the corner of her mouth at him, but smiled unnaturally, then lowered her head to eat as if she had done something wrong.

And from this angle, Song Zihe saw a purple birthmark on her neck, where her hair covered it.

is her?

"Zihe, everything is going well for me, but this daughter is giving me a terrible headache." The host gave Song Zihe a piece of fish, "I'll tell you the truth, she is the last five in the class, and she can always take the lead." By the way, her mother and I used to be the top students in the school, why did we become like this when we came to her, do you think I am angry?" He said and gave the girl a hard look.

The girl didn't speak, she lowered her head and ate her food.

"I don't expect much from the senior high school entrance examination this time. After all, there is not much time to take the exam. I just hope that she can enter the top [-] in the class in the final exam, and I will be satisfied. How about it? If you can put She made up her grades and reached my goal. Uncle will give you a game console, or something else, and you can bring it up yourself." The male host patted Song Zihe on the shoulder, as if caring for his subordinates.

Song Zihe felt that it was just unnecessary to push it now. After all, he hadn't made up for it yet, and he wouldn't be flattered, so he looked a little indifferent, and said calmly: "I will try my best."

This kind of performance surprised the male host. After all, when he said such things, his subordinates would try their best to show gratitude. Maybe it was because he was still a child and didn't know how to treat others, and because he listened too much to flattery. , but made him like the boy in front of him a little bit, and patted his shoulder again, but didn't say anything.

He was very uncomfortable eating a meal, thinking that if he had to come here to make up lessons in the future, he might have to eat here every time, Song Zihe was a little annoyed, he really would rather eat the meat buns at the school gate.

"Where did you talk about?" Looking through the girl's textbook for a while, she found that there were no notes on it, only messy graffiti, and the graffiti was so bad, Song Zihe guessed that it must have been drawn by those classmates who bullied her.

The girl shook her head: "I don't know."

Don't know where to talk?no?

"Then what don't you understand, tell me."

The girl shook her head blankly: "I don't understand."

Song Zihe was dumbfounded, no wonder he was the last one in the class, no wonder the hostess of this family was so generous that he would give him a game console.

"Then let's do the questions directly, and I'll explain them to you one by one." Having no way to start, Song Zihe could only teach her some formulas and rules while explaining the questions, so that at least she could learn faster.

"Okay." The girl picked up the pen obediently, opened the exercise book, and listened to Song Zihe.

(End of this chapter)