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It was Lin Tai who ran downstairs after Lin Jinglei.

"Brother! Why are you going? It's time to eat!"

Lin Jinglei walked quickly: "I won't eat."

Lin Tai ran faster and stopped until he grabbed Lin Jinglei's arm: "My dad said that in anger, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Lin Jinglei kept walking.

Lin Tai knew that he couldn't call him back, so he sighed and said, "Then you should come back earlier, brother."

Lin Jinglei looked at the figure of Xiao Pao going back, and felt even more uncomfortable.

For so many years, Lin Tai regarded him as his own brother, his uncle and his aunt regarded him as his own son, but he still felt the sourness of being dependent on others, and this feeling became more frequent and stronger as he grew older.He couldn't help but think, was his uncle really just being angry when he said that, or did he already think that he was a burden to eat and drink, because the so-called family relationship was hard to tell.

Lin Jinglei walked out of the community full of trouble, wearing a vest, shorts, and slippers. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he liked to drink cold drinks. I don't know if it was a habit or a fault. Once his mood was low, his body would automatically crave for it. With nowhere to go and no desire to go home, a cold drink shop is his best choice for the next destination.

After walking for about [-] meters, Lin Jinglei saw an unfamiliar store, which should be newly opened recently. He has eaten all the cold drink shops within a few miles, and wanted to try something new. He opened the door and went in without waiting for a moment Big glass of iced drink.

Touching his pocket, he didn't bring any money, so he hurriedly said to the little brother who had already poured out crushed ice to make a drink, "Hey buddy, I don't want it anymore, don't do it."

Obviously the little brother was a little dissatisfied, and while closing the freezer door vigorously, he muttered: "I was thinking about something a long time ago, crazy."

Lin Jinglei was in a bad mood at first, so he was a little annoyed when he was told this, and his voice was very irritable: "I don't have any money and I can't just buy it? Who are you calling crazy?"

Seeing that the other party didn't reply, Lin Jinglei didn't stay long, and strode away from the people who came to order behind him.

"Brother, what's going on?" A girl leaned out from the back room and asked.

The drink guy pointed casually: "It's nothing, just now a boy ordered a drink and didn't want it, so he scrambled a few words."

The girl looked out the window, her eyes lit up when she saw the person standing on the side of the road, she turned left and right and ran out of the counter.

Yan Zizheng did not choose to take the bus, but walked all the way back.The envelope containing the stack of money was still held in his hand, and the cover was slightly sweaty.

His father didn't come over to give them money, that is, his grandfather took out his own money and lied that it was sent by his father.It may be to make the relationship between him and his father less tense, or it may be that he simply wants to do what a father should do for his son.Yan Zizheng was in a complicated mood, he didn't know whether he should follow his grandfather's wishes and accept the money, or pierce the window paper and tell his grandfather not to do this again.

He can't feel at ease spending his grandpa's pension, but his grandpa will definitely feel sad if he doesn't keep the money.It is uncomfortable to advance or retreat, it is a kind of torture.It would be great if Yan Ziqing was about the same age as him, at least there was someone to discuss with, and in the end it was up to him to make up his own mind.

Thinking of Yan Ziqing, and then thinking of Ma Liangli, Yan Zizheng stopped to buy a drink, and wanted to thank him for going so far to pick Yan Ziqing up in the hot weather.

He originally only wanted to buy one cup, but the new store was in soft opening, buy one get one free, so he ordered two cups.While standing there waiting for a drink, he heard a familiar voice that annoyed him. He turned his head and saw Lin Jinglei sitting at a table by the window. The whole person looked a bit depressed, the girl sitting opposite was talking about something, with a smile all over her face, chattering non-stop, but Lin Jinglei didn't seem to be listening, one hand was propped on the chair and the other was holding a glass of iced drink drinking.

Inhaled like a storm, Lin Jinglei almost drank the whole big glass in one breath, leaving only the ice slag at the bottom. He squeezed the glass and looked to the opposite side: "I will make up for the cold drink when I pass by again."

Of course he has to make it up, he is not familiar with the girl who picked up his key, and he has not remembered her name until now, if it is a relationship, it is considered to be the same school, after being dragged back, he couldn't help the temptation of ice drinks and planned Drink now and pay later.

Zheng Qiaoyin waved his hand: "No need, just treat it as my treat for you."

Lin Jinglei repeated his words again, got up and left, just took two steps and looked up when he saw Yan Zizheng standing in front of the counter a few meters away.

Both of them felt that it would be difficult to meet each other outside the school. Their eyes met, and they couldn't hide their dislike for each other. One walked ahead with a packaged drink, the other pulled his vest and walked behind. Walking towards the door.

Lin Jinglei thought that Yan Zizheng, who pushed the door out first, pressed the doorknob and didn't rush to close the door because he was waiting for him to reach the door in two steps. For a moment, he felt that the kid was not that annoying, but he shouldn't have such thoughts. Because soon the rebounding glass door slammed right in front of him just as he stepped out of the threshold with one foot.

It seems that Yan Zizheng waited for Lin Jinglei to come within the attacking range of the door before letting go. Lin Jinglei, who was defenseless, was photographed.

"Fuck!" Lin Jinglei was forced to retreat into the room, covering half of his face and cursing.

Yan Zizheng took square steps, turned his head and admired Lin Jinglei's ferocious face inside the glass door, and then continued walking calmly.

Lin Jinglei came out rubbing his face: "Yan Zizheng, you fucking did it on purpose!"

Yan Zizheng didn't turn his head back, his face was stern and disdainful: "If you step on my back in the morning, don't think it will take advantage of you."

Lin Jinglei wanted to catch up angrily, but the passing traffic blocked his way. Even if there were no vehicles passing by, he might not be able to catch up with Yan Zizheng, who was wearing slippers. The figure, the molars are clenched to death, Yan Zizheng and the two of us can't finish it.

Zheng Qiaoyin came out and asked Lin Jinglei if there was anything wrong, Lin Jinglei shook his hand: "You should see if your house is broken or not."

"The door is solid. Does your face hurt? Do you want me to get you ice cubes?"

Lin Jinglei sat down on the stone steps in front of the store, poured out the sand in the slippers and patted the soil on the soles of his feet: "No, it's fine."

Zheng Qiaoyin couldn't help laughing watching Lin Jinglei's series of actions: "It turns out that handsome guys are so eye-catching no matter what they do."

Lin Jinglei put on his slippers and didn't want to go home.I want to go online, but I don’t have money, I want to play ball, I don’t wear shoes, I want to check the time, but I don’t bring my mobile phone.He was too lazy to move, so he planned to sit here for a while.

"Are you familiar with him?" Zheng Qiaoyin squatted down and asked.

"Who?"

"Yan Zizheng."

"You know him?"

"I used to be in the same junior high school as him."

"The ghost is only familiar with him, and I have enemies with him."

"He was not like this before," Zheng Qiaoyin said thoughtfully, "he is especially good at both character and learning."

Lin Jinglei snorted and laughed: "Just him? The last one? Stop teasing me."

"real."

After Zheng Qiaoyin was silent, she turned her head: "Mixed races really look good."

"You talk a lot."

Although it is true that Lin Jinglei is of mixed race, he does not like the definition that this is equivalent to saying that he is a heterogeneous person.He has lived in the envy and praise of others for so many years with a face full of parents' transnational love certificates, and he can't help being bored when he hears these three words.

It's okay to get along for a long time, at least the people around you will gradually no longer find it strange, but once in a new environment, you have to accept the baptism of curiosity again.Many people who don't know his name at first are willing to call him a mixed race just for the convenience of reaching a consensus.More than once, Lin Jinglei wanted to let out the half of France's blood that remained in his body.

Sitting in front of Zheng Qiaoyin's drink shop like a watchdog until it was dark, Lin Jinglei got up and walked home. He wandered slowly on the street, dragging his feet for time. The most shameful thing he did was to run rebelliously. After coming out, he had to obediently go back by himself in the end, but if he didn't go back, there was nowhere to go.

His uncle and his aunt were not at home, only Lin Tai was reading in the room.Lin Jinglei, who only had a glass of iced drink for dinner, used his last stubbornness in refusing to eat the food that his aunt gave him on a plate on the kitchen table.

So he deserved to be woken up by hunger the next morning, much earlier than the alarm clock. Maisui, who was lying on his stomach in the living room, was probably also hungry, and came in meowing and rubbing his calf while he was washing.

Lin Jinglei made a quick decision, thinking that it would be best not to meet his uncle face to face. A few minutes later, he threw a handful of cat food into the wheat ear bowl, picked up his schoolbag and went to put on his shoes.

"Jing Lei, you got up so early, don't you want to eat breakfast?" Tong Yuying, who came out of the master bedroom in a nightgown, yawned and called to stop the boy who had already walked to the door.

Lin Jinglei tossed his shoulder schoolbag on his back, shook his head and said, "No, Aunt."

Tong Yuying came over with a sigh: "I'm mad at your uncle."

Lin Jinglei then shook his head: "No."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he's scaring you."

Lin Jinglei didn't respond, turned around to open the door, and said hastily, "Then I'm leaving, auntie."

"Wait a minute."

Lin Jinglei saw his aunt bending over to open the drawer of the TV cabinet, knowing that she was going to give him pocket money again, she immediately pushed the door to leave.

"Take it!" Tong Yuying grabbed the man, stuffed the money and ordered, "Buy some breakfast before going to school, be obedient."

Lin Jinglei went downstairs holding the two pieces of money, and habitually put the money into the inner compartment of the schoolbag.He doesn't like to ask his uncle and aunt for money, no matter how nice they are to him, he still feels like an outsider, so he saves the pocket money he can't afford every time, just so that he can solve it by himself when there is an emergency Avoid embarrassing reaching out.Rather than saying that he is saving money, it is better to say that he is saving a sense of security.Some security, only money can give.

On a sunny day, riding a bike to school is better than cramming on the school bus. Lin Jinglei is in a good mood because his small treasury has made another fortune. He ate two fried dough sticks and a bowl of tofu nao at a breakfast shop opposite the school. comfortable.

After he finished eating, those high school seniors who had finished their morning self-study just poured out of the school gate, and he waited for the crowd to disperse on the opposite side of the road before pushing the car towards the school yard.It was obviously a good day for skipping classes, but Lin Jinglei didn't want to be scolded too tightly, so he pretended to be an active and good student for the time being, and wanted to wait for this wave of scolding to pass before having fun.

You Zhaoyu wanted to skip class for another two days, he didn't want Gong Yue to see him limping.If their damn head teacher hadn't come to the house yesterday, and his father cut off his pocket money because he said he was disobedient, he wouldn't have come to school on time.

He said that he injured his foot while riding a bicycle. His father who was on the phone was probably too busy to question him, so he believed it.Seeing that it took him a lot of effort to put his swollen feet into canvas shoes, knowing that he couldn't ride a bike or squeeze the school bus, he asked the driver at home to bring them to him.

Because of a foot injury, Zhaoyu walked for more than ten minutes from the school gate to the class, but the back door was still open, so he had to enter through the front door, swinging from the aisle to his seat with his arms propped on the tables on both sides.

There were not many people in the room. I don’t know who was eating the steamed stuffed bun. It smelled delicious. You Zhaoyu, who hadn’t eaten breakfast, was a little hungry. He took out his mobile phone and called Yan Zizheng. Sure enough, the person saw that it was an unfamiliar number and called Yan Zizheng three times. He didn't answer, so he changed to texting.

Yan Zizheng had already entered the hall of the teaching building. After seeing the text message from Zhaoyu asking him to help buy buns, he ignored it and continued to climb the stairs.When he showed up at the door of the class empty-handed, Yu Zhaoyu had to bury him and say that he was not loyal enough.

"You didn't tell me until I got there. Could it be that I have to go out and buy it for you?"

"That's what it should be," You Zhaoyu raised his injured foot and shook it, "I'm a sick patient, isn't it normal for you to be concerned about it as a buddy?"

Yan Zizheng walked over from the aisle after throwing his schoolbag on the seat, and said with a smile, "I'm ashamed to say that I'm crippled. If I were you, I'd shut up."

"Those idiots didn't play their cards according to the routine, and they agreed to go heads-up, but they all went up, a bunch of fucking villains," You Zhaoyu said while taking out his mobile phone, "I bought another mobile phone, the one just now It's a new number, look, the latest model, cool."

Yan Zizheng sat on Yu Zhaoyu's table and took the phone and looked down: "Cool."

"Thousands of oceans. I begged my dad for a while before he agreed to buy it for me."

Yan Zizheng asked with a smile: "He didn't ask you where the previous one went?"

Yu Zhaoyu shook his hand: "Old rules, say it is lost."

"I thought you would take back the one that was confiscated by the head teacher."

You Zhaoyu approached the chair sideways, with his long legs lying casually in the aisle: "I am angry when it comes to the head teacher. He actually went to my house yesterday. Damn, do you think he is free?"

Yan Zizheng tapped on the table with his slender fingers and raised his eyebrows: "Treat him?"

The first section is a Chinese class. The whole class is about reading comprehension on the test papers of the previous few days. Lin Jinglei lost his papers, and even if he had them, he would not follow them. A rectangular hole that runs through the entire book is cut out on the top, and the phone can be perfectly camouflaged by putting it in.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he blew away the scraps of paper on the table and scattered them all over the floor, looking very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Lin Jinglei, come here."

Hearing Crazy Qiao calling him on the podium, Lin Jinglei hurriedly stuffed his new mobile phone artifact into the desk hall, got up and walked over.

While packing up her books, Qiao Fengzi said to the students standing in front of her, "You are not in class when you are supposed to be in class. If I find out, I will immediately call the principal's office. You'd better abide by the discipline consciously."

Lin Jinglei hummed lazily.

Qiao Fengzi checked the time, turned around before going to the bathroom, and said, "I'll be in Class [-] in the next semester, go and deliver the books to me."

This casual assignment made Lin Jinglei very reluctant. When he reached the front door of the next class, he swung his arms and threw the Chinese book to the desk without even entering the door.The misaligned book hit the face of the person sitting next to the desk heavily, and the paper inside fell to the ground.

Yan Zizheng looked over with a frown, and the man who threw the book outside the door stepped forward and mouthed at him, saying that he deserved it.