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Chapter 7 Butterfly
It was a butterfly fluttering its wings, she caught it at a glance, pointed to the butterfly and said that she wanted to get this tattoo, the shopkeeper glanced at the butterfly and said: "That is called a swallowtail butterfly, which represents determined love."

Wen Xin'ai looked in the mirror at the tattoo that followed the shape of the birthmark, and there was a feeling of being burned by the sun on it, each stitch was fine and deep.

"My dear." The mother's voice called her from outside the door.

She straightened her hair: "Here we come."

Rarely, my father came back very early, sitting on the sofa in the living room with my mother and looking at her with a serious expression.

She stopped, realizing something had happened.

"My dear, come here." Her mother beckoned to her.

She obediently walked over and sat on the sofa next to her mother. Her mother quickly lifted her hair on the right side and covered her mouth in surprise when she saw her butterfly tattoo.

"My dear, the school teacher said today that you have a tattoo. I still don't believe it. When did you get it?" Mother's fingers slid across Wen Xin'ai's delicate skin, but immediately, as if being burned by the tattoo, she quickly withdrew her hand. , "I know you hate it, and it's not that mom didn't think of a way, but the doctor said it couldn't be completely removed, and because it wasn't on the face, so I didn't give you surgery, why didn't you tell mom? Tattoos?"

"What does a girl's house look like? Do you know what kind of people get tattoos? It's those people on the street who don't do their job properly," the father sang about the black face, and he was originally an official. At this moment, his rigidity is quite a deterrent." You've completely embarrassed me."

Wen Xin'ai lowered her head, her face was silent, as if she didn't hear her mother's sad blame and father's questioning.

"Dear!" Dad roared, very angry at his daughter's indifference, and raised his hand to hit her.

"Do you know, Dad, and Mom?" She looked up at the two of them, "I've had that tattoo for three days."

I have been tattooed for three days, and I am under their noses every day, but in the end I asked the teacher to tell them that your daughter has a tattoo, and I am not taken seriously?
"I'm going to do my homework." She still had that silent face, with her head down, not looking at the two dazed people on the sofa, and entered the room by herself.

Then, there was a night of quarrels, parents blaming each other, mother's crying, father's roaring, and it didn't stop until Wen Xin'ai went to bed. .

"You know, that Wen Xinai from your class [-] got in because of his father's relationship. She used to hang around outside. Have you seen the tattoo on her neck? I heard she has it on her body too, but she can't see it when she's wearing clothes. Such people can also come to our school, which really discredits the school."

Wen Xin'ai heard such a conversation when she was about to go into the toilet. She stood at the door and didn't go in.

The situation seems to be worse, but compared to the punching and kicking in junior high school, it is still no big deal, but at least there was a friend named Fatty in junior high school, but now she is completely isolated, as if there is an invisible wall, Separate her from everything in this school.

She originally wanted to change into sweatpants when she went to the toilet, but she suddenly didn't want to take any physical education class, because no one would cooperate with her to do sit-ups, volleyball and other sports. Only those who click on it will cooperate with her unwillingly.

She tightened the cloth bag in which the sweatpants were placed, and turned to leave the door of the toilet.

It’s time for class, the sun is shining brightly on the playground, it’s already autumn, the weather has turned cold, and you’ll still be sweating all over if you exercise in the sun, today there’s a shot put test, and Song Zi and his student number are the first ones, so he finished the test first , If you pass the test, you'll be fine. I found a shady place to sit down, and watched the students over there get together to see who threw it farthest.

"Squad leader, some people always fail." A few girls after the test seemed to come up casually, and they pushed one of the beautiful girls forward, "Why don't you teach Xiaoqing? The teacher said wait for everyone After the test, she will be given another chance."

Xiaoqing is the girl who was pushed in front of Song Zihe. She has fair skin and a slender figure. She has two deep dimples when she smiles. Many boys call her "school beauty", but Song Zihe doesn't think she is so cute. pretty.

Song Zihe looked at Xiaoqing's shy face, and his eyes were looking at him expectantly. For some reason, he suddenly thought of another face, which was fairer than Xiaoqing's face, with bigger eyes, but it was not too much. Looks good, otherwise it shouldn't be worse than Xiaoqing.

He was thinking like this, and then realized that he was distracted, looked at Xiaoqing and said, "Chen Kangnan has better grades than mine, why don't you let him teach you?" He called out to a tall boy here, "Kangnan, here." Everyone in the class knew that Chen Kangnan liked Yan Xiaoqing, and he had no intention of getting involved.

Sure enough, Chen Kangnan came over in a hurry, Yan Xiaoqing put on a serious face, pouted and said, "Who wants him to teach?" He picked up the shot put and ran to the other side to practice by himself.

Song Zi and Chen Kangnan spread their hands, and Chen Kangnan shamelessly followed Yan Xiaoqing.

"Squad leader, why are you like this?" The other girls next to him stomped and blamed him, but he just smiled lightly and turned to look elsewhere.

There was a slender figure sitting by the sandpit not far away, writing and drawing in the sandpit with his hands. It was strange that he could recognize who that person was at a glance, with a thin body that would never pierce. Raised long hair, bowed head.

Isn't it time for class now?why is she here

"Zihe, why don't you come over and set an example for Xiaoqing?" Chen Kangnan over there called him, completely unaware that he should defend his position at this time instead of inviting him over.

He frowned in some annoyance, didn't think much about going there, stood up, wandered between Chen Kangnan and the slender figure over there for a while, Chen Kangnan called him again, and then he walked directly towards Chen Kangnan.

He remembered the inexplicable confession that night, this girl, she should have little contact in the future.

He absent-mindedly demonstrated the movement, and the girl next to him yelled and asked him to teach him, but he ignored it, turned around and walked away.

When I sat back to the original place and looked at the bunker over there, the thin figure was no longer there.

After the test, those who failed the make-up exam. A few energetic boys said they wanted to play basketball. They ran to the sports room but failed to borrow a basketball. Song Zihe waved.

"Zihe, come and have a look!"

"What's the matter?" Song Zihe ran over.

The words "Song Zihe" were written in big letters in the bunker.

"Haha, Zihe, it seems that there are not so many girls who have a crush on you." The boy behind him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Song Zihe was noncommittal, thinking of Wen Xinai just sitting here and scribbling with his fingers, he was upset for a while, she seemed to bore him more than other admirers, at least he would not be so when others confessed to him Upset.

The classmate next to him was still laughing, and even drew a heart on the side with a branch. He frowned, kicked the sand with his feet, and messed up his name.

This bad mood lasted until after school. The vicious boy who threw the basketball last time was nowhere to be seen, so Song Zihe stopped playing basketball. The wind blew his white shirt up, his handsome face still had the usual indifference, but no matter what, he was indeed an out-and-out handsome boy, attracting girls who were also leaving school by the side of the road to come to him in twos and threes Look over here.

He ignored him all the way, and only slowed down his cycling speed when he saw a figure hovering in front of a sporting goods store on the side of the road.

The figure stood in front of the window, still looking listless, staring at the merchandise inside.

what is she doing?
He remembered his name in the bunker, and suddenly felt the need to clarify something with her, so he leaned against the side of the road.

Wen Xin'ai was looking at the basketball in the window. She remembered that Song Zihe's basketball was lost because he saved her last time. She wanted to buy one for him.

There are many kinds with different prices, she didn't know which one was the best, so she hesitated for a long time.

"Wen Xin'ai?" Someone called her from behind.

She turned her head subconsciously, saw the person behind her startled, and then smiled a little shyly, her pale face was flushed, and her listless eyes were also a little angry because of shyness, it was actually very beautiful.

Sure enough, she is prettier than Yan Xiaoqing, Song Zihe couldn't help thinking this way, and only when he came back to his senses did he feel a little baffled.

He frowned somewhat annoyed, and wanted to talk about what happened in the bunker today, but he heard Wen Xinai pointing to the basketball in the window and asking him: "Which one do you like?"

"what?"

"You lost your basketball last time because of me, so I want to pay you one."

"I don't need it." He directly refused, and when he looked at Wen Xin'ai, he just saw her neck that could not be covered with hair because she was leaning forward slightly. There was a butterfly tattooed on the place where the original birthmark was, a purple butterfly, The color of the original birthmark was about to fly.

He stared blankly at the butterfly.

Wen Xinai turned her head and found that his eyes stopped on her neck. She knew what he saw, and she panicked inexplicably. OK?

"Does it look good?" He wanted to know his thoughts better than the panic in his heart, so he opened his mouth and asked anxiously.

"It doesn't look good," Song Zihe replied without thinking, "Why do you want to get a tattoo? Who would you know to get a tattoo?"

In the same words as her father, Wen Xinai took a step back, clutching her hair tightly to cover the tattoo, the disappointment in her heart flooded like a bank, and she suddenly felt cold all over her body.

"It's a bad girl." She opened her mouth and replied blankly, but she really didn't think too much about it, she just hoped that such a tattoo could cover that ugly birthmark.

Isn't it good looking?Is it really ugly?
She lowered her head and returned to her original listless look.

Seeing his sudden disappointment, Song Zihe knew that he had spoken too seriously, besides, it had nothing to do with him whether she got tattoos or not. He didn't need to say such things at all, but he didn't want to say sorry after all he said.

"Did you write my name in the bunker today?" He wanted to finish what he had to say before leaving.

After waiting for a while, Wen Xin'ai didn't respond, so he simply finished the rest of the sentence: "Don't do that kind of inexplicable thing, it will only disturb me."

Wen Xin'ai still lowered his head, as if he didn't hear what he said. Song Zihe looked at her for a while, and felt that she seemed to be bullying her, but he didn't scare her with a dead mouse, nor did he pull her , he was just telling the truth, that's all.

"You go home early." I wanted to turn around and leave, but I finally added a sentence before turning and leaving.

Wen Xinai leaned against the glass window and stared at the basketballs intently, as if Song Zihe had never appeared before. After a long time, she raised her head after Song Zihe had left, turned and went into the store.

"I want the most expensive one." She said to the boss.

(End of this chapter)