After the Xueba character was exposed

Jian Yao's handwriting didn't improve after the second grade of elementary school. According to the evaluation of the former teacher: saying ugly is flattering you.

Forget about being ugly, but I don't know where he developed the bad habit, but all the characters that are composed of left and right are written very openly, and the radicals are written like single characters. If there is no grid for him to frame, it will be extremely difficult to recognize.

Then his name happens to be structured left and right.

Maybe it was because he had good grades in the past and had a good impression on the teacher, so he added a filter to his shortcomings, and he just mentioned a few words about calligraphy practice, and Jian Yao just listened to it and passed it.

Some time ago, the Chinese teacher forced him to practice for a while, so that his characters could be read a little bit, at least the radicals looked like radicals.

But this set of papers was made before he practiced calligraphy.

"You fucking..." Jian Yao's hand pointing at the paper was clenched into a fist in front of Jiang Zhao's eyes, cursing without any momentum, because he wanted to laugh.

It was the first time he saw a person who could say such a ghost without changing his face, as if it was real.

Jian Yao still couldn't help laughing twice, took the paper away and said, "You are poisonous."

Jiang Zhao turned his head to look at Jian Yao, and continued to do the question just now.

Jian Yao put the paper back and leaned against the window again to blow the air.

The wind comes and goes, it's cool when it blows, and it gets hot when it stops, and then it's off work, Jian Yao is good at fanning himself, the more he fanned, the drier it became.

Jiang Zhao was still doing the questions quietly and seriously, even wearing a coat, which made Jian Yao feel even hotter.

"The air conditioner can always blow if you don't turn on the electric fan, what about your electric fan?" Jian Yao asked.

"The living room." Jiang Zhao said.

The living room is just that big, and Jian Yao didn't see any electric fans when he came in, but he went out anyway, looked around, and found that there were indeed no electric fans.

Jian Yao grabbed the door frame and leaned back: "Where is it?"

Jiang Zhao pointed at a certain place, and Jian Yao looked along, and saw the ceiling fan hanging on the top.

"..."

Jian Yao found the switch and turned on the ceiling fan, and sat under the ceiling fan in a daze.

No one was talking in the room, even small voices could be heard, and if you focused, you could even hear the neighbors' voices. Jian Yao stared at the kettle in the middle of the dining table, his mind was empty, he was stunned for a while and then turned to look at Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao is still working hard on the questions.

It's too perfunctory to receive guests.

But he insisted on coming, so people might not even consider him a guest.

Whether Jian Yao's thick skin is purely depends on his state at the time. When he is in good state, it is like painting the back wall of ten layers.

Now he is in a good state, mainly because he has lost all face in front of Jiang Zhao just now, and his image has long been lost, so he just let himself go. Anyway, Jiang Zhao didn't seem to have any reaction.

So Jian Yao sat back on the stool, hugged the back of the chair and shouted in: "Jiang Zhao."

Jiang Zhao looked at him: "?"

Jian Yao pointed to the schoolbag leaning on the side of the crib: "Can you bring me the schoolbag?"

"..."

Jian Yao hugged the stool like a koala. Although he was asking, but judging by his posture, he was determined not to take a few more steps.

After a moment of stalemate between the two, Jiang Zhao stood up and walked over carrying Jian Yao's schoolbag.

"Thank you." Jian Yao lifted the schoolbag on one side, paused and said, "You have nothing to ask me?"

Jiang Zhao leaned against the door, looking down at Jian Yao: "What do you want me to ask?"

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

What did he want Jiang Zhao to ask?

Why pretend to be poor on purpose?Why do you want to hide your identity but drag Jiang Zhao to do questions on the Internet?Why did you secretly hide in the classroom and cry?

But he didn't want to answer any of these questions.

He just thought that most people would ask why when they knew this, but Jiang Zhao didn't.

"It's nothing." Jian Yao lowered his eyes and took the bag over, "I think you're pretty nice."

For Jian Yao, not asking anything is the greatest respect for him.

Jiang Zhao watched Jian Yao take out today's weekly test paper from his schoolbag, and was just about to say something, when the sound of his mobile phone vibrating came from the bedroom.

Both of them looked into the room, and the mobile phone lying on the small bed was lit up, almost shaking to the ground.

Jiang Zhao turned his head: "You..."

"Help me get the phone." Jian Yao rushed ahead of Jiang Zhao, and bowed to him with his palms together, "Thank you, good man."

"..."

The good man Jiang Zhao went to the room with a stern face to get the mobile phone, and handed it to the koala in the living room.

Jian Yao saw the caller ID on the screen, and the little mood value he had just accumulated disappeared in an instant: "My mother."

His depression was almost written on his face, Jiang Zhao didn't say a word, went to the front and poured a glass of water before returning to the bedroom, and closed the door behind him when he entered.

Jian Yao picked up the phone, not even bothering to say "Hello" perfunctorily.

"Hello?" The other side shouted first, and then asked impatiently, "Where are you? What time is it and why haven't you come back?"

Hearing this tone, Jian Yao became angry, Jian Yao resisted the urge to say "I won't return", and said coldly: "Right now."

"When is it soon?" Li Jiao asked, "It's eleven o'clock and you're still playing outside, why don't you come back at all!"

"...I went to see grandma." Jian Yao growled.

He didn't want Jiang Zhao to hear it, so he lowered his voice as much as possible, took a deep breath after speaking, clenched his fists tightly, nails embedded in the flesh.

He couldn't tell Li Jiao about grandma's serious illness, he was afraid that Li Jiao would disturb grandma again.

Li Jiao was quiet for a rare moment, and asked, "What's wrong with grandma? Why are you running to see today?"

Jian Yao actually heard some concern from Li Jiao's tone, his fists loosened, and his tone became better: "It's nothing."

He was still thinking about what to say about grandma, when he heard the piercing angry voice: "Song Yang! What are you doing!"

Jian Yao moved the phone a foot away, and he could still hear the loud screams over there, which made Jian Yao's scalp tingle.

Over there Song Yang cried and shouted at Li Jiao, Li Jiao finally remembered the phone, and said to Jian Yao quickly: "Then you are at grandma's place today, don't come back."

"I've..." came back.

Before Jian Yao finished speaking, he heard a series of busy tones.

He watched the screen return to the main page, lost his mind for a while, and then scratched his hair irritably.

Hearing the posture on the phone, there will be a fierce battle at home tonight, and he will still be annoyed when he goes back.

But where can I go if I don’t go back.

In the past, there were times when Jian Yao couldn't go back, and he would just make do with this small shabby house for a night, but now the shabby house is occupied by people.

He looked up at the closed bedroom door, feeling very uncomfortable.

The fan above his head was spinning tirelessly, Jian Yao's chin rested on the bench, his mind was blank.

Just as he was habitually distracted, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Jiang Zhao stood at the door, bringing out a little coolness, Jian Yao slowly raised his head, and was in a dumb state for a while, not knowing what to say.

I don't know why, when I look at Jiang Zhao, the time always seems to be stretched out, obviously only a second or two, but Jian Yao feels that it has been a long time.

Jiang Zhao opened the door, stood back to make room, and said, "Come in."

Only then did Jian Yao see the scene behind Jiang Zhao clearly, and couldn't help laughing.

"Didn't you just turn on the air conditioner after taking a shower?" Jian Yao joked recklessly, and stood up with his bag in his hands as he spoke.

Jiang Zhao's face was a little numb in an instant, but he still tried his best to keep his face expressionless. Seeing Jian Yao swaggering in, he was about to close the door with a push.

"Hey! Wrong!" Jane dazzled and quickly rushed to the door, grabbed the edge of the door, and squeezed half of her body in. The place favored by the air conditioner became cooler, and her face thickened several times in an instant, "I was wrong, let me in Well, I want to turn on the air conditioner."

His face is deceptive when he pretends to be weak. His facial features are relatively small among boys, and the corners of his eyes naturally droop, which usually gives people a cute feeling.

"..." Jiang Zhao looked at Jian Yao, who was pretending to be fake, and struggled twice in the depths of his soul, and let go of the door, "Come in after turning off the fan."

Jian Yao obediently turned off the fan, and entered the bedroom again. He stood at the air vent and raised his head, letting the wind blow his hair up, and closed his eyes with enjoyment.

Then he heard Jiang Zhao ask: "Are you going to write a weekly test paper?"

Jian Yao opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Zhao who was standing by the desk, and replied, "I'm going to fill in the election."

"Yeah." Jiang Zhao said, pulling back the bench, and said, "Let's write."

After speaking, Jiang Zhao took his mobile phone and went to sit on the bench next to the small bed.

Jian Yao watched Jiang Zhao sit on the bench and click on his mobile phone, and he was stunned for a while before walking to the desk.

He sat down in front of the desk, pushed the books on the table aside, spread out the paper, and turned it around twice with the pen.

"Help me count the time." Jian Yao stretched out four fingers to show Jiang Zhao, "Four 10 minutes, I will start if you say so."

Jiang Zhao tapped twice on the phone, and suddenly said, "Write."

Jian Yao started to write after hearing the sound.

The bedroom was quiet again, Jian Yao concentrated on writing the title, but he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Zhao from the corner of his eye.

The main reason is that the place where Jiang Zhao was sitting happened to be within the range of his peripheral vision.

He saw Jiang Zhao was tapping the phone screen with his thumb, as if he was typing, with a serious expression on his face.

After a while, Jiang Zhao got up and walked over, took the papers and books on the table and walked back, holding up the phone to take photos page by page.

Until he started to fill in the blanks, Jiang Zhao received a phone call, picked it up and walked to the living room.

Jian Yao stared at the questions on the test paper, and didn't calm down for a long time. The sound insulation effect of this room is really not good, and he can hear Jiang Zhao's voice from such a distance.

Can't hear clearly most of the time, but can hear a few words.

"I've already sent you what else?"

"Am I studying or are you studying?"

"Leave me alone."

……

After being quiet for a long time, Jiang Zhao pushed the door open and came in, his face regained his previous calm.

He sat back down again, this time instead of looking at his phone, he looked out the window.

While doing the questions, Jian Yao tickled his heart, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Did your parents call you?"

"My mother." Jiang Zhao said with sarcasm in his tone, "I came to investigate."

Jian Yao recalled Jiang Zhao's behavior of sending pictures one by one just now, and he understood immediately.

If Zha Gang made such an investigation, he would have lost his temper a long time ago.

"It's time." Jiang Zhao said suddenly, "Have you finished yet?"

Jian Yao was startled, looked at the paper, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, not yet."

Jiang Zhao walked over to take a look, and frowned: "Why is it so far behind? Are you really that Jian Guangzhai on WeChat?"

"...Jian Guangdi, your uncle." Jian Yao finally said this, and punched Jiang Zhao's arm, "It's not that you disturb my thinking by the side."

Jiang Zhao shrank his arms back a bit, and the corner of his mouth hooked up very shallowly: "Yes."

This time, the answers of the two were exactly the same, but Jian Yao still lost because he had three fill-in-the-blank questions that he didn't write.

Jian Yao was not convinced by this, and insisted that Jiang Zhao harmed him, so the two made an appointment to compete next week.

Neither of them mentioned what happened at school tonight, nor did they mention Jian Yao's deliberately pretending to be a poor student. Jiang Zhao didn't ask, and Jian Yao didn't say anything.

It seems that except that Jian Yao's vest is completely lost in front of Jiang Zhao, there is no difference from before.

"When are you going back?" Jiang Zhao asked after checking the answers.

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was already 11:30.

It's very late.

But where is he going?

"I have no way to return." Jian Yao looked at Jiang Zhao's problem analysis in front of him, seeing with his own eyes was more emotional than what he saw in the photo.

He unconsciously tucked his hands under the table, scratching the pulp of his index finger with his thumb, and looked up at Jiang Zhao after a while, his eyes slightly curved, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Then he heard himself ask shamelessly, "I'm homeless now, can you take me in for a night?"