Dip in fire

Whether it is "more sensible" is not necessarily true, depending on the score.This thing of a young man is half a catty when picked up, and there are nine turtles in ten shells, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and there are places that need pruning on the left and right. It is difficult to say "who is better than whom".

There is only one thing that is ironclad and firm. ——Children fed with honey must be more innocent than those fed with salt.

Zhong Ning is much more heartless than Zhang Weilan.

Zhong Ning felt that whether Zhang Weilan was carrying the shovel or throwing the shovel, he was trying to scare Zhang Zhiqiang.

But Zhang Weilan is not so innocent.Zhang Weilan knew that he didn't just want to scare Zhang Zhiqiang.For a moment, he really aimed at Zhang Zhiqiang's head, trying to make the top of his head bloom.

It was old man Zhang who grabbed Zhang Weilan.

But Zhang Weilan had had enough.Why can't this "family" die together?

Zhang Weilan is different from most children in the world.He doesn't think about the kindness of his parents.Use his mind to think: "It's not that I want to have a baby, it's you who want to have a baby. Why do you want to have a baby if you don't want to raise it?"

He has no hope for "home".

He is a typical disobedient, devoid of justice.

The reason why Zhang Weilan misses old man Zhang is not because of blood and blood.It's just that old man Zhang treats him well.Good is very real, visible and tangible.

When he fell down when he was a child, old man Zhang picked him up and gave him clean clothes to change.His exam paper was signed by old man Zhang.On his birthday, old man Zhang bought him a cake with a handful of crumpled bills...

He treats whoever is kind to him.This is Zhang Weilan's way of life when he was young.

Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, in his eyes, both Lu Qingqing and Zhang Zhiqiang owed him, and he didn't care at all.If it was Lu Qingqing who pushed old man Zhang today, his shovel would turn around and Lu Qingqing would swing it instead.

He probably did the same with Zhong Pei and Yan Huiwan.Because they are good to him.

It's a pity that Zhong Ning misunderstood him and actually thought that he "may be more sensible."

What can Zhang Weilan's cynical psychology "understand"?It's not as warm as a cold joke.

It was completely dark when Zhang Weilan opened the door.Before he entered, he glanced at Zhong Ning's window again.Half of the window can be seen from this angle.

It was blocked by a curtain, but he could see the fluffy light through the curtain.The lights in Zhong Ning's room are warm orange, including the eye protection lamp on the desk, which is also yellow.

"Weilan?" Zhang Weilan heard Old Man Zhang call out tentatively.

"It's me." Zhang Weilan closed the door and walked into the house.

Old man Zhang was sitting in the living room.This living room is more than half smaller than that of Zhong Ning's house, and there is not much decoration inside.Old man Zhang frowned and looked at Zhang Weilan: "Where did you go?"

"Go to Zhong Ning's house to do homework." Zhang Weilan said, and stopped in front of old man Zhang.

Old man Zhang stared at his grandson, his old lips opened and closed.The wrinkles at the corners of his mouth were twisted together, as if they had never been stretched in his whole life just because he was happy once.

What else can old man Zhang say?He was weak and incompetent all his life, Zhang Zhiqiang caused such a disaster, he was also to blame for his years of ineffective parenting.

But he is old.He is getting older.Even if he regrets it now and wants to stand up and be tough, he will not be able to stand still.

Old man Zhang shook his head and said, "Weilan, grandpa knows you are a good boy. But no matter what, you can't treat your father like that in the future."

Old man Zhang sighed: "He is your father."

Zhang Weilan took a deep look at old man Zhang and said nothing.

In his entire life, he could not comprehend the meaning of old man Zhang's words.In fact, I don't blame Zhang Weilan.Persuading people to speak generally needs to be well-founded and stand on its own feet.But old man Zhang's words can only end without a problem.

Zhang Weilan thought: "What happened to my dad? You are also his dad, and he beat you too."

It can be seen that there is no reason in this vulgar world that has never tilted and collapsed.Falling on the head of "education" is even more nonsense.

Zhang Weilan poured a cup of hot water for old man Zhang, turned around and walked into her room.He glanced at the kitchen as he passed by, and there was nothing on the table.Lu Qingqing didn't cook again tonight.

Zhang Weilan paused, then turned back, went to the kitchen to touch two old-fashioned cakes, and gave them to old man Zhang.

"Wei Lan, Wei Lan." Lu Qingqing called him from the room.

Zhang Weilan hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and entered the parents' room.

Lu Qingqing was sitting by the bed. There was a small wooden table with iron legs on the bed. All four iron legs were rusted.There was a lamp on the table, and she was doing embroidery with a needle and thread in her hand and a long cloth spread on her lap.

Lu Qingqing didn't have a serious job, so she usually embroidered and embroidered. After the embroidery was done, she would frame it and sell it for money.

Lu Qingqing put down the work in her hand and looked at Zhang Weilan: "Are you willing to come back? I thought you were going to lock me and your grandfather at home until we die."

Zhang Weilan didn't speak.

Lu Qingqing pulled Zhang Weilan back: "Mom knows you're after Mom, your father is a bastard..."

As if being stabbed by a knife, Zhang Weilan broke away from Lu Qingqing's hand: "I won't tell anyone, don't tell me. It's okay, I'm going back to the room."

Lu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, with a hurt expression on her face, she howled: "As a son, can't you listen to your mother's bitterness?"

Zhang Weilan didn't even look at her, she slammed the door and left: "None of my business."

This woman gave birth to him in twelfth level of pain, just to pour out the bitterness?It's better to go out and walk 20 meters to find the trash can on the side of the road.

Lu Qingqing's bitterness could not be poured out, so she sat for a while and picked up the needle and thread on the table.The needle fell off and had to be rethreaded.Lu Qingqing squinted her eyes and struggled for a while before putting it on, and then began to embroider one stitch at a time.

She is not old yet, her eyes are a little blurry.

Zhang Weilan fell asleep with her head covered when she returned to the house.It was around two or three o'clock in the middle of the night when he vaguely heard someone talking.

"Give it to me? I don't want it! Didn't you see what he did to me today? I raised him as a white-eyed wolf. I was afraid that he would stab me to death in the middle of the night while I was sleeping."

"Then how do you ask me to raise it? I am a woman, how can I have money to raise it? I think you are a wild girl outside, so you don't want a son!"

"Stop arguing, Wei Lan is asleep. If you don't want it, then I will."

"Shut up, old man. With your retirement salary, it's not enough to drink northwest wind."

Zhang Weilan's eyelids are heavy and she refuses to open them.He turned over, his head rolled off the pillow, raised his arm to pick up the pillow, and put the pillow on his head.

The ears are blocked, and they are much cleaner.Zhang Weilan fell asleep again after a while.This time I slept so soundly that I didn't even hear thunder and rain when it was almost dawn.

He probably passed out.Also had a dream.

He dreamed of a fork in the road.He was standing on one side, and on the other side was a particularly dirty trash can.Lu Qingqing stared at him for a while, then turned around, and fell headlong into the trash can, swooping down a group of mung bean flies.

When Zhong Ning got up in the morning, he subconsciously opened the curtains and took a look at Zhang Weilan's room.The window of his house happened to be facing Zhang Weilan's window.

It's also a sin. When he used to pull the curtains, he would often want to open the window and take a bite.

But today Zhong Ning didn't think about it.Zhang Weilan's curtains haven't been drawn yet, so she might still be asleep.

Zhong Ning opened the window for air.Before dawn, there was a heavy rain, lightning and thunder, making the sun angry, not willing to come out to shine, the sky was still a bit cloudy.

The air is damp, the tip of the nose can smell heat, and there is an unpleasant smell.Like a small flame burning a damp, moldy rag.

Zhong Pei drank too much wine last night, and only got home in the middle of the night, still asleep.Zhong Ning finished his grandmother's breakfast and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Zhong Ning tilted his head when he walked out of the house, and saw the iron shovel under the window again.It was washed clean by the rain.

Zhong Ning suddenly remembered what this shovel was for.On the anniversary of his grandfather's death last week, Zhong Pei took it to add soil to the grave, and it was confiscated when he came back.

Zhong Ning walked over, bent down, picked up the shovel, and threw it into his small warehouse.

"I fell out of favor? You don't copy my homework anymore?" In the class, Yang Jian yelled at Zhong Ning's desk.

"..." Zhong Ning wanted to beat him to death, "I'm doing my homework once, is that an exaggeration?"

Zhong Ning sighed after thinking about it: "But you are indeed in danger of falling out of favor, and I probably won't have the chance to copy your homework in the future."

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian asked quickly.

"My mother." Zhong Ning said old-fashionedly, "She asked Zhang Weilan to come to my house after school to do homework, and help me by the way."

"Damn it." Yang Jian was dumbfounded, "I'll be your tutor for the first five years old... Bah."

Yang Jian: "No, Zhang Weilan is tutoring you, why don't you throw the book in his face?"

Zhong Ning: "...I can't."

Indeed not.If you drop your own book, you have to pick it up yourself, so why bother.

A self-study in the morning, Zhong Ning was babbling and reciting words, and he was dazed by the English letters. When the class bell rang, he fell off the chair and glanced to the left.

empty.Zhang Weilan hasn't come yet.

The first class is physics.Ji Guantou wore a pair of black stockings today and stepped onto the podium on high heels.

Zhong Ning covered his eyes and whispered "Ouch": "God..."

Yang Jian hit Zhong Ning's arm with an eraser, Zhong Ning turned his head, and Yang Jian pointed out the window.

Zhong Ning looked over and saw Lao Si and Zhang Weilan outside the window.

Cockscomb chattered on the podium. One minute later, the back door of the classroom was slightly opened, and Zhang Weilan squeezed in.

Zhong Ning has eyes on the back of his head, and he knew that he had come in a long time ago.Zhong Ning raised his head and met Ji Guan's head, immediately smiled sullenly, and got up to give up his seat to Zhang Weilan.

Ji Guantou turned around to write on the blackboard, and the chalk shook loudly.

Zhong Ning turned his head and asked Zhang Weilan in a low voice: "Why did you come here? Did the boss scold you in the corridor just now?"

Zhang Weilan raised her eyelids to look at Zhong Ning, and said concisely: "I got up late."

Zhong Ning was stunned for a moment, before he could not believe it, he asked casually, "Why is your voice a little hoarse? Have you caught a cold?"

"..." Zhang Weilan frowned tightly.

He did have a sore throat.A little sore in the morning.

Zhong Ning was annoyed seeing Zhang Weilan's mourning face.So he clicked his tongue and waved his hand: "Pretend I didn't ask."

Zhong Ningxin said: "A dog who bites Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart."

Zhong Ning was muttering and cursing in his heart, but Zhang Weilan suddenly reached out and clicked on Zhong Ning's physics book.

Zhong Ning looked down, and Zhang Weilan was pointing at a multiple-choice question.

"..." Zhong Ning blinked twice, "Huh?"

Zhang Weilan withdrew her hand, her Adam's apple moved up and down, as if she was unwilling to speak.He had a dead face, and two words stuck out of his throat: "Wrong."

Zhong Ning: "..."

Zhong Ning wanted to throw Zhang Weilan out of the window.