I'm just rotten

The next day is Saturday.After Zhai Jian finished previewing all the courses to be taught next week, he began to do the exercises.While doing this, he stopped writing and began to think, but his eyes accidentally fell on a few pieces of draft paper placed on the other side of the table. After a slight pause, he suddenly reached out and took them.

A series of English words written on the paper are as elegant as a cloud of smoke, giving people an extremely chic feeling.It was the masterpiece left by Cheng Hao with a stroke of his pen yesterday.

Zhai Jian took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. From the beginning to the end, he carefully read each letter. After reading it several times, he took a pen and carefully copied it several times on the handwriting. Carefully write out the words one by one on a piece of draft paper.

After finishing writing, comparing it with Cheng Hao's, if you look at it from a distance, it is somewhat similar, but if you look closely, you will find that Zhai Jian's strength is a bit too much, and the writing is not as elegant as Cheng Hao's.Moreover, because the way of holding the pen is not used, the process of writing is very strenuous, so the handwriting can't help but look a little awkward.

Zhai Jian's eyes darkened slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed into a line. He lowered his head and took the draft paper again, and began to copy the words left by Cheng Hao seriously.

While Zhai Jian was writing, he turned his face from time to time to observe the clear and meaningful words carefully, his eyes were focused with a hint of softness.

When he saw the very expensive car that took Cheng Hao away last night, he realized that there was still a long, long distance between himself and Cheng Hao.

Cheng Hao is a child of a rich family.

Zhai Jian lowered his eyes silently, and continued to copy carefully and carefully, with as light a force as possible.

Gradually, my knuckles began to ache because I was not used to the way I held the pen.

Zhai Jian didn't care, and continued to copy intently.

It seems that the writing is similar, and he is getting closer to Cheng Hao.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in a blink of an eye, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhai Jian moved his knuckles, raised his head from the densely packed handwriting, and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

There is still half an hour until the appointed time.

A faint smile unconsciously extended from the corner of Zhai Jian's mouth. He leaned his head back on the back of the chair and closed his eyes slightly.

There is nothing Cheng Hao can do for himself. If Cheng Hao has bad intentions with him, then Cheng Hao doesn't need to help him so much.

I really didn't control my emotions yesterday afternoon. I lost my temper before I figured out the reason. In contrast, Cheng Hao seemed very generous.

In fact, even if it was really ridicule, he has long been used to it over the years. In his heart, it was just a trivial matter, but just yesterday, it was originally a trivial matter, but it still made him unable to control it. mood……

Zhai Jian lowered his eyes slightly, reached out and gently touched Cheng Hao's elegant handwriting.

Maybe it's because it's rare that someone treats me well, so I worry about gains and losses for a while.

He dug out the textbooks of each subject from his schoolbag, stacked them neatly, and began to preview the content of the next lesson one by one.

He read carefully page by page, gradually, his thoughts seemed to slow down, and finally, his eyes stopped on the textbook.After a few seconds, he turned the pages of the book and turned to the next lesson, his eyes paused for a long time on the title of the next lesson.

After a few minutes, he closed the textbook, put it on his lap, and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

The second hand ticks and moves forward cautiously.Time passed very slowly unconsciously.

Gradually, Zhai Jian's eyes became darker.

This is what it feels like to wait for someone.

It was only one minute before the appointed time, and Cheng Hao didn't move.

Zhai Jian waited while practicing calligraphy.

When the appointed time came, Cheng Hao remained silent.

Zhai Jian waited silently while practicing calligraphy.

Another half an hour passed, and Cheng Hao still remained silent.

Zhai Jian...

"Ah Jian, it's time to eat." Zhai Jing brought the food to the table next to Zhai Jian. She accidentally saw the words written on the draft paper, she was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "I'm practicing calligraphy."

Zhai Jian bowed his head, the handwriting on the draft paper pierced through the back of the paper.

The setting sun shone in the west, and the originally blue sky was haloed with a faint red.A few birds flapped their wings and landed in front of Zhai Jian's bedroom window, chirping a few times, but these cute little guys only stayed for less than ten seconds - the crisp bird song was accompanied by flapping wings The voice gradually faded away.

Zhai Jian sat quietly in front of the window, his dark eyes looking through the window, he didn't know what he was looking at.

flew away. --he thinks.

Why did you fly away?

Why... lie to me?

He lowered his head, gently touched the clear handwriting on the draft paper with his fingertips, carefully traced from the beginning to the end, suddenly his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly grabbed the draft paper with beautiful fonts in front of him firmly in the palm of his hand inside.

Why not come?

Zhai Jian's lips were tightly pursed into a cold straight line, and he stared at the paper in his hand, expressionless.

"Zhai Jian!"

However, at this moment, someone shouted loudly from downstairs. The voice sounded a bit horrible, and it was the male-duck voice unique to boys in the voice-changing period.

Zhai Jian was taken aback.

After the man yelled, he stopped for a while, as if he felt that his yelling was too harsh, but then he shouted loudly as if he was going all out: "Zhai Jian! Di Jian! Di Jian!"

Zhai Jian immediately climbed up to the table in front of him extremely swiftly, even ignoring his own leg hurting, half of his body almost leaned out of the window, looking straight down the stairs.

The young man downstairs looked up at him, and the latter saw that the young man's face was dirty at a glance, the originally beautiful facial features could hardly be seen clearly, only his eyes were watery and blinking... He Looking down, I found that this guy was messed up even his clothes.

What happened?

He suddenly felt very anxious and worried, and hastily dropped the key by the window.The young man picked up the key, raised his head and gave him a bright smile - if this smile is normal, it must be very beautiful, but now against his dirty face, it gives people a kind of stupid look. a feeling of.

You can still smile so brightly... There shouldn't be any major problems.

Zhai Jian was slightly relieved, he leaned against the window, staring at Cheng Hao intently.At the moment, the latter, with dull hair on his head, walked slowly to the door downstairs, inserted the key and fiddled with it for a long time, finally opened the door and went in.

"Huh, I'm exhausted."

As soon as Cheng Hao entered Zhai Jian's house, he leaned against the door for a few breaths, called "Hi Auntie" a few times and found no one answered, so he judged that Zhai Jian's mother was not at home.He walked slowly towards Zhai Jian's bedroom, and when he stood at the door of the bedroom, he showed eight white faces to the person sitting on the chair who was looking straight at him, which contrasted sharply with his dirty face. Teeth: "Hey!"

Zhai Jian didn't speak, but looked at him carefully, from the messy hair down to the muddy sneakers.At the same time, the corners of Zhai Jian's mouth were tightly pursed, and his eyes seemed to want to strip him naked and take a closer look.

Cheng Hao thought that Zhai Jian was upset because he was late, so he explained: "Something happened on the way."

"What's the matter?" Zhai Jian stared at him closely, speaking quickly.

"It's not a big deal, it's been resolved." Cheng Hao chuckled, trying to hide it.

"What's that?" Zhai Jian asked persistently.

"Uh...that's right, I had a fight with someone." Cheng Hao subconsciously wanted to look up at the sky, and suddenly remembered that the person sitting in front of him was not his vicious father but Zhai Jian, who was nearly two heads shorter than him, so He immediately relaxed again, and said angrily, "That bastard dared to send a group of people to squat behind the wall to attack Lao Tzu. Next time, bring a few more people to beat me up!"

"Chen Lideng." Zhai Jian said affirmatively. He looked at Cheng Hao's embarrassed look, his eyes flickering, and he thought coldly in his heart: So it's this bastard.

"Here, here you are." Cheng Hao suddenly remembered something, stepped forward a few steps, and handed the rotten thing in his hand to Zhai Jian.

Zhai Jian took it, but didn't open it, just lowered his head and stared at it silently.

At the same time, the English dictionary in his hand, which had obviously been stripped and humiliated, looked up and looked at him tearfully: "..."

"Cough...I made it like this when I used it to beat that bastard. To be honest, hehe...it's pretty easy to use." Cheng Hao laughed dryly, "You can just use it first, there are no missing pages, the original page I picked them up one by one and put them in.”

Zhai Jian tried to flip through the pages, and a few pages immediately broke free from the bondage and floated happily to the ground.

Cheng Hao just wanted to pick it up, but Zhai Jian grabbed the back of the chair with one hand before him, and quickly bent down to pick it up.Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment. He watched Zhai Jian lower his head and carefully stack the papers, and put them back into the English dictionary.

Cheng Hao opened his mouth, and asked after a few seconds: "Your feet, are you okay?"

Zhai Jian paused, lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and then took out a few tissues from his pocket.

Cheng Hao watched Zhai Jian lower his head and gently wipe off the mud on the English dictionary with a paper towel, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and blurted out: "This dictionary will be given to you."

As soon as the words fell, Zhai Jian paused his hand, then slowly raised his head to look at him, his pupils were as black as lacquer.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Hao saw that he was only staring at him but didn't speak, and thought he was too dirty, so he said, "Hey, don't think it's dirty either..."

"I don't think so." Zhai Jian said without waiting for him to finish.

"At this moment, as long as it works... Wait, what did you just say?" He spoke too fast, and Cheng Hao didn't hear clearly.

Then, Cheng Hao saw him raise his head, look at him very seriously, and with a hoarse and low voice unique to adolescents, he paused word by word and said——

"No, yes, dislike."