After the Xueba character was exposed

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, the elderly were cold, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the 30-degree weather. The wind outside the window made the curtains swell, and the afterglow of the setting sun squeezed in, sprinkled on Jian Yao's hair and shoulders.

He was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, with the sleeves of his school uniform rolled up to his elbows, concentrating on peeling apples, and asked inadvertently, "Why did you suddenly think of renting it out?"

"I didn't expect that your mother mentioned it when she called me some time ago."

Excessive force was applied to the hand, and the apple peel broke off, and a long piece fell into the trash can. Jian Yao looked at the half of the peel in the bucket, and tugged at the corner of his mouth softly.

He just knew that Li Jiao had no money to enroll her little silly son in cram school.

The little silly son's name is Song Yang, he is not really stupid, but his academic performance is poor, and he is at the bottom of the class in elementary school.

When Li Jiao first came to him, Song Yang was preparing to be promoted to junior high school, but his grades were not enough. If he wanted to go to a good school, he had to raise money to find connections.

At that time, he didn't know that he was just a tool to raise money. He foolishly thought that he finally had a mother. It wasn't until Li Jiao asked her grandma for money, but half of it was spent on him, that he gradually realized Something is wrong.

Now that all the loopholes that can be exploited have been exploited, Li Jiao came up with the idea of ​​that room.

"Anyway, it's still dusty. Renting it out can help one more classmate. The houses near your school are very popular. Li Jiao told me that just after the news was released, several families came to ask. I think there is a house where the child lives alone. I'll choose him." Grandma seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and smiled energetically, "He's in the same grade as you, and his grades are very good, you might know each other."

Jian Yao thought that if his grades were good, he probably wouldn't know him. He had a small circle of friends, and he didn't know many people from other classes. He still asked, "Who is it? What's your name?"

He just asked casually. He didn't expect to hear any familiar names from grandma. The apple had already been peeled, but he always felt that the apple was not perfect. .

Then he heard grandma say a name: "Jiang Zhao."

……

Jiang what the hell?

The knife in Jian Yao's hand slid forward, almost cutting off half of his finger.

"Hey, be careful!" Grandma sat up straight and yelled, she patted off the bed and pointed at Jian Yao's hand, "Is it broken? Is it bleeding?"

Jian Yao put down the fruit knife, opened his hand to show her: "There is no bleeding." Grandma grabbed his finger and pinched it a few times before she felt relieved, and smiled when she took the apple: "Do you really know me? Look at you scary."

"No, just surprised." Jian Yao got up and walked towards the pool, "He is the number one in our grade, who doesn't know him?"

As the slightly cool water washed over his hands, a series of questions arose in Jian Yao's heart.

Why did Jiang Zhao suddenly rent a house?Still alone?Is it also related to his test scores?

But these questions only existed in his mind for a few seconds before being thrown into the recycle bin. He leaned back slightly, turned his head and shouted eagerly at grandma, "You didn't mention me to him, did you?"

"No, I didn't talk to him, it was his uncle who talked to me."

That's good.

His image as a good student with grandma has been preserved.

Jian Yao let out a sigh of relief, turned off the water and waved his hands while exhorting: "Don't mention me to him."

"Why?" Grandma asked him.

Jian Yao didn't know how to explain it, so he said, "Don't mention it anyway."

He has always been a person with his own thoughts. Grandma knew him well, so she didn't ask much, just said "OK", and then took out a note from the cabinet next to the bed: "This is Jiang Zhao's WeChat ID, you add him , get to know him yourself."

Jian Yao has already walked back to the bed, looking down at the paper: "Why should I add him?"

"Collect the rent." Grandma said, "I don't understand the things you collect money online. I will hand it over to you in the future, and the money will be your pocket money."

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, and knew in his heart that Li Jiao must have come up with this idea.

Grandma gave Li Jiao regular expenses for raising him, now that she has extra pocket money, if the expenses are not needed, it will naturally go into her bag.

Although the house is not big, the location is good. It takes less than 5 minutes to walk to school, and the rent is thousands of dollars. Even a high school student can't spend much money. Pen.

The wind stopped at some point, Jian Yao's arms were thin, and the sleeves of his school uniform slipped down when he swung the water just now, and heat surged through the wide school uniform.

He took off his school uniform, crumpled it into a ball and held it in his hand, while fanning the collar with the other hand, he asked half-jokingly, "I live alone, why can't I?"

Before Li Jiao showed up, grandma was worried about who would accompany Jian Yao to high school in the ward, but she still refused to let Jian Yao live alone.

The age of sixteen or seventeen is the age when children eagerly long for independence, and those who are not yet adults eagerly want to become adults, and so does Jian Yao.He didn't mind being alone at all, and even fantasized about staying in a small room and working hard for the future.

But grandma doesn't think so.

If Li Jiao hadn't come to look for him, he would have gone to live in school.

"Can it be the same?" Grandma pressed the note on the table, looked up at the boy in front of her, feeling sour in her heart.

"You have been sensible since childhood, but no matter how sensible you are, you are still just a child. How can I rest assured that you are alone? Now that you have a mother, wouldn't it be better for your mother to accompany you? Even if I really die, I can rest assured..."

"You don't die, you live at least a hundred years." Jian Yao interrupted grandma, but was still stabbed by her white hair on the sideburns.

The old man changes a lot as he gets older, especially when he gets sick. He clearly remembers that there were not so many gray hairs there yesterday.

With such a grandma in front of him, he couldn't say the words of rejection at all.

He sat down with his school uniform in his arms, took out his phone and unlocked it, swipe left and right on the screen a few times aimlessly, and finally took the piece of paper over and grabbed it in his hand.

"Add it later." Jian Yao said.

"Hurry up, he's moving in today."

"So soon?" Jian Yao scoffed in his heart, thinking that this person might have moved if he didn't come to school today, and he was so anxious that he was afraid of being beaten by his parents if he failed the exam.

"It's useless to be anxious. I still have to use WeChat. I usually use QQ." Jian Yao explained.

"Is it troublesome? Forget it, I'll let Li Jiao handle it."

Let Li Jiao do that.Jian Yao hurriedly said: "Don't worry, it's fast to download, just need traffic, if you have internet at home, you don't need it... Hey, I'm here anyway, don't worry about it."

Explaining this to the old man made Jian Yao bald. Fortunately, grandma was not interested in this, so she didn't ask any more questions.

The small house was rented out like this, and Jian Yao was somewhat reluctant, it was his foothold, and now that the foothold was gone, he suddenly felt a little empty.

He has already lived in it, and he doesn't even have the chance to linger for the last time. He rests his head on his leg with one hand, and uses his phone with the other hand casually. What he thinks about is whether he was left behind in that room. thing.

The bed sheets are made, so he can just throw them away. There are still a few bottles of drinks stuffed in the refrigerator and they are given to him. There are a few sets of competition papers on the table, but he remembers not writing their names...

"Jian Guang... Zhai?" Zhang Wenbin struggled to read three words, and looked back at Jiang Zhao who was fighting with the sheets, "I remember you participated in this competition, right? Have you heard of this name?"

Jiang Zhao's hand rolling the bed sheet paused: "No."

He looked at the sheet for a few seconds, unable to beat it and didn't want to admit that he lost, finally crumpled it cruelly and threw it on the ground, stooped down and took a new one from the suitcase, and began to meet the mixed doubles of sheets and wooden boards .

Zhang Wenbin didn't pay attention to the miserable situation on his side, and was still flipping through the paper in his hand: "Written in such detail, you are a top student, but why is this word so... unexpectedly uglier than me."

Jiang Zhao didn't even raise his head: "That's pretty ugly."

"You brat." Zhang Wenbin picked up the paper and was about to hit him, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the bed in front of him, "Are you just sleeping like this? It's okay, let me do it, and you can clean up your books. "

Zhang Wenbin threw the paper aside, and pulled the sheet in Jiang Zhao's hand across the street. Jiang Zhao didn't stop him, and stood still for a while, then went to the desk with his schoolbag.

He put some of the books into the bookcase next to the table, and heard Zhang Wenbin talking beside him: "I think your mother is right to worry about you. It's just that your life skills are worth a negative value."

Jiang Zhao frowned slightly, raised his hand to close the bookcase, and said in a bad tone, "I don't have time to live."

Just completing the task took up all of his time, and under Zhang Xuenian's control, he was nervous even when he went to the bathroom.

"Hey, don't be angry, isn't it letting you live now?" Zhang Wenbin made the bed, turned around and patted Jiang Zhao's back, "Your mother is also doing it for your own good, her method is useless..."

"Okay, I don't want to hear it." Jiang Zhao interrupted him indifferently.

Zhang Wenbin's words got stuck in his throat, but in the end he didn't continue, turned around and continued to put on the quilt.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment. Jiang Zhao knew that his attitude was not very good just now. Looking at Zhang Wenbin's back, his eyes were complicated. Finally, he lowered his head and shifted his gaze to the stack of papers on the table.

He knocked the paper neatly on the table and read it in his hand: "Didn't you say that no one lived here before?"

But after coming in, the bed made, the rolls on the table, and the unopened drinks in the refrigerator didn't look like they were unoccupied.

Zhang Wenbin was not affected by the impact just now, and his tone was still relaxed: "That's what my mother-in-law told me. It must be her grandson. She said that she bought this house to accompany her grandson to high school, but she was sick and couldn't accompany him. , the house is vacant, and her grandson may come here to rest or something."

Jiang Zhao casually listened to Zhang Wenbin's words, with eighty percent of his attention on the paper in his hand. He had done this paper before when he was preparing for the competition. very deep.

As for why he paid so much attention to this paper, it was because he wanted to see how this person solved the problem, but this person's handwriting was really ugly.

The dense black and red letters are crowded together, and the dividing line is twisted like a snake. If you can't finish writing at the end, you will directly insert an arrow into the blank space in the middle. A paper analysis feels like writing state secrets abruptly.

This person should know that his writing is too untidy, so he circled the answer on purpose.

Jian Guangzhai...

He hadn't heard of it at school at all, did he focus on competitions?

"Let's put these things away first, and see when he comes to get them."

Zhang Wenbin's voice brought back Jiang Zhao's thoughts. Jiang Zhao turned his head and looked over. The bed sheet and quilt cover were all done, and Zhang Wenbin also folded the bed sheet corpse on the ground.

Zhang Wenbin raised his arm and put it on Jiang Zhao's shoulder, looked at the paper in Jiang Zhao's hand with his head hooked, and clicked a few times, "What kind of questions are you kids doing now? I just can't understand it."

Jiang Zhao said "hmm", "I didn't understand either."

"Yo, you can't understand it either?" Zhang Wenbin felt strange, stretched out his hand and scratched the stack of papers a few times, "Is this Jian Guangzhai so awesome? Even Jiang Dageng couldn't understand the questions?"

The corners of Jiang Zhao's mouth were drooping, and his whole face was numb: "No."

He threw the stack of papers back on the table, and commented mercilessly, "It's too ugly to see."