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No matter how sensitive my heart is, I can't stand this guy's poignant words!He wanted to roll his eyes again!

Then he smiled again while thinking, poked the snail meat and said, "I found you to be very interesting. What are these things and why are you apologizing? Do you need to award me a red pennant and let me take it home and hang it up?" Huh? Yu Jinle, let me tell you, put away your glassy heart, and with my brother, you can just say what you want to do or don’t want to do, and you don’t have to wrong yourself to cater to me.” After thinking about it, I added another sentence, “No need Cater to them, or anyone else, anyway, if you’re unhappy or if you don’t like it, just speak up, don’t be shy, the sky won’t fall, brother will hold you up!”

Before Yu Jinle rolled his eyes, his nose was sore from the shock of his words.

It's not hypocritical, it's just that I never thought that I would hear such words in such a situation where everyone's mouths are full of oil and hands, and they are too caught off guard.

What a foul, he thought, looking down and sniffing a little hypocritically.

He is the eldest brother at home, and he has always been accompanied by words such as "You are the eldest brother, let your younger siblings" and "You must be obedient and sensible when you are the eldest brother". This is the first time someone told him "Don't cater Anyone, the sky is falling and my brother will stand up for you", although the words are a bit nondescript, and the speaker is not his brother or even a few months younger than him, but the emotion in his heart is real.

"I didn't think well this time. It's your birthday but I came to such a place after listening to that boy Zhang Hongkuan. Next time I will definitely choose the one you like." Thinking about being very annoyed at his miscalculation, he said seriously Looking at him, he said, "If you have any suggestions in the future, you have to tell me directly. If you don't tell me, if I don't arrange it well, everyone will be unhappy, and you will die unjustly!"

Yu Jinle was panicked by his stare, and waved his hands in a hurry: "It's not bad, the consumption here is so expensive, there is nothing wrong with it, Zhang Hongkuan is also kind, don't you see that you all eat well!"

Yes, they are all good, but they are mainly raw and cold seafood. People who like this kind of food are very happy to eat as much as they want. Those who are not used to this kind of food, such as Yu Jinle, can only grab the limited variety. I ate pork, beef and mutton steaks.

I wanted to sigh, "I said that you don't have to force yourself in front of me. Expensive doesn't mean good. It's the best that suits you. Tell me honestly, are you eating at a roadside stall that doesn't have a school back door? comfortable?"

Yu Jinle hesitated for a while, and instinctively wanted to deny it, but probably suddenly remembered what he had just emphasized while thinking about it, so he nodded almost invisibly, "Yes..."

Probably this is the difference in class and class. They all eat well, but they are still thinking about the hot and delicious roadside stalls at the back door of the school, fried tofu teppanyaki without rice kuih radish cake sausage powder octopus balls What……

Probably seeing his inner thoughts, he wanted to stretch out his hand and flicked his forehead lightly, "Do you listen to brother?"

Yu Jinle touched his forehead and nodded silly.

Thinking about it, he nodded with a look of "a child can be taught": "Be obedient if you are obedient, next time I will give you a chance to invite my brother to dinner, and I will eat your favorite thing!"

Yu Jinle thought for a while, "Then take you to my elementary school to eat rice-free cakes. It's been many years. It's from a time-honored brand. It's especially delicious!"

"That's right." Nodding while thinking about it, he lowered his head and picked up a conch to poke the meat inside, without raising his head, he said, "Happy birthday, little fish, it doesn't matter if you don't have a birthday habit, from now on, brother Give it to you every year."

The way he lowered his head and fought against the conch was serious and meticulous, but the way he said this seemed a bit perfunctory, but this did not affect Yu Jinle's spontaneous joy.

He struggled a few times in his heart, and his rationality told him that it was dangerous to blindly accept and think of this kind of pure friendship kindness, but the emotional side quietly pushed him, making him lean towards the side he thought in his heart.He thought but didn't dare, the contradiction reached the extreme. This matter has nothing to do with courage, but it is really shocking. This kind of subtle process is really amazing for a slow person like him. He is like crossing a river. A pony in front of him didn't reach the center of the river, and he didn't know whether what was waiting for him was the green grass on the other side or the bottomless whirlpool.

While scorning his overreaching, he couldn't help wishing hopefully. These conflicts of likes and dislikes were mixed together, and a kind of almost weird masochistic pleasure was derived.

He smiled and took it as a yes.

What are you afraid of?People just talk about it, maybe they will forget it later.He just responded casually, who is so stupid to take it seriously?It shouldn't be impolite!

The weather is getting hotter day by day, and it can jump into June. The temperature is like being pulled up from the ground with a "squeak" and it goes straight up. It soars from the [-]s to the [-]s all the way. In this season, it forms light white cotton wool, which is blown to the streets and alleys of this city by the sea breeze blowing from the South China Sea. Passers-by on the street are often covered with white hair if they are not careful. floc.

The class time at two or three o'clock in the afternoon is the most difficult hour. More than 50 people are piled up in a classroom that is ten by ten and six by six like a mahjong block. It was so arranged that a hypnotic geography class was broadcast during this time period.

For this kind of non-main subjects, the college entrance examination does not implement single-subject scoring, and the treatment has always been bad. With two classes a week, the students are at most pursuing a high school entrance examination score that is not too ugly.

A group of people have long been so hot that they are not sober, and the two ceiling fans and four wall fans have all been pulled to the bottom, but the wind blowing out is just a drop in the bucket for this group of young people with plenty of firepower. The boys were quietly drenched with sweat in their school uniform shirts.This penetrating sweating pattern is completely different from the exhilaration of running, jumping and sweating profusely in physical education class.

On the podium, the geography teacher's calm tone without ups and downs is a lullaby with first-class effects. The teaching method based on the scriptures is like a chicken rib. Super cutting-edge academics exert their willpower different from ordinary people and keep up with the teacher's teaching ideas. Most of the rest are dragging a pair of walking dead bodies with their brainwaves invaded by sleepy bugs. With the textbook spread out on the table, he dozed off with his eyes open.

In this situation, the ringing of the bell after class is like a ray of light piercing into the chaos from nine days away, just like the resurrection of Jesus, Guanyin saved the world and took these lost lambs into his arms...

A string that was stretched in class was finally able to break openly. While trying to throw away the geography textbook, he planted his head directly on the table, but within a minute of closing his eyes, he was pushed and shaken awake.

"Squad leader!" Propaganda Committee Wang Jingjing clasped her fists and said to him, "The Youth League Committee has just announced a meeting. I haven't had time to go downstairs to pick up today's newspaper. Please help me! Please!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a response, he pushed the mailbox key into his hand, and ran away like a whirlwind.

Thinking about being picked up from the table just now, with a few messy hairs on his head, staring at the key in his hand with a dazed expression:

"..."

Over the years, the hot spot in the education circle has always been the combination of theory and practice. It cannot be out of touch with society and life. It must always be combined with social hot spots, current affairs and politics, and strengthen moral education. The learning mode of keeping one ear out of the window in feudal society must be abandoned. In addition, the year-by-year senior high school entrance examination and college entrance examination questions are mostly close to current events in life-well, this is the point.

In short, it is because of the above-mentioned high-sounding reasons that each class has subscribed to daily newspapers, weekly newspapers and various current affairs and political newspapers, and each class is required to set up a newspaper reading column in the corresponding corner, and the propaganda committee of each class will go downstairs to collect the class Classes let people read the newspaper share back.

In fact, there are not many people who read newspapers every day. Maybe one or two sporadic people who are bored will go to the quotation shelf to read the quotations when it is not their grade. During the unified newspaper reading time in the class, they only listened to the main topics selected by the propaganda committee and listened to them all - because most of the time, their time was not boring, and they were even busy being filled with various test questions and textbooks. fill up.

It was also a coincidence that the school youth league committee was holding a preparatory meeting for some kind of themed event, so they brought people to the meeting every three days, thinking about shaking the key ring, and wandered downstairs.

Anyway, his squad leader is a screw in socialist construction, and he can drill wherever it is needed.

Taking out the newspaper of the day from the mailbox in the first year of high school (2), I was absent-mindedly glanced at the headlines and introduction on the front page, but suddenly stopped——

"130 Huangcheng Nightclub Brawl Causes 1 Death and 12 Injuries Detected"

He stood in place, opened the corresponding section to find relevant reports, and jumped between the square-inch blocks of text at a glance:

... The two sides quarreled over trivial matters, resulting in the death of one person and the serious consequences of injuring 1 people.

The report did not mention any specific information about the persons involved in the case on both sides, but only briefly summarized it with the general code names "Liu", "Zhang" and "et al". Chen Wentong didn't even get the title of "Chen". It was generally classified into the category of "waiting for others", probably because the young master of the Zhou family was too sensitive, and the article only mentioned "dead" as a reference.

The murderer was sentenced to seven years for the crime of negligent death, and the others ranged from two to three years.

He only knew the cause and didn't know the follow-up of this matter. His father didn't mention a word at home after that. On the one hand, he didn't have this habit. He didn't show up again after that, as his father, he definitely didn't want to disturb his family because of this kind of thing.

So Chen Wentong belonged to the group of people from two to three years?

Back in the classroom, he took apart the newspaper rack and clipped the newspaper in. Just as he was about to hang it back up, Zhang Hongkuan followed up shaking his legs and looking around.

While thinking, he opened a corner of the newspaper, glanced at the report on it, and then closed it. It didn’t mean he wanted to read the newspaper, let alone what he wanted to do, thinking like a fly Look around and stare.

"What are you doing?" Thinking about something that was already on his mind, he got annoyed by being disturbed here, so he patted the newspaper rack on Zhang Hongkuan and turned around to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Zhang Hongkuan hurriedly took the newspaper clip and hung it on the clip, and quickly chased after him, hooking his arms around his neck to lead him to the corridor, "I heard from my dad, it's just your uncle This matter, this matter is not small, the Zhou family will not let it go, your father took a lot of effort to suppress it."

While trying to shake his arm away, countless bubbles popped up in his heart like an effervescent tablet thrown into water, shaking his heart.

"I don't know, my dad didn't tell me."

Even Zhang Hongkuan knew more about Chen Wentong than he did. If he hadn't happened to read the follow-up report in the newspaper today, he would have continued to know nothing about it.

This mentality is subtle.

They all lived in the same political and legal dormitory complex. Zhang Hongkuan's family knew about this, and there must be many other people who knew about it.Dacheng is only a tiny bit big, and most of the people who are in charge are here.

"My dad said that the Zhou family was originally staring at your uncle and clung to it. This time the case was closed, and they probably felt that they had suffered a big loss. I don't know if they are really willing to expose it like this..."

What happens if you refuse to reveal it?

My mind was in a mess while thinking.

He suddenly discovered that his father still regarded him as an inexperienced child. The last time he had a heart-to-heart talk with him about Chen Wentong was also because of his stalking. It is to maintain the habit of never communicating with him about such things in the past.

His father promised him that he would not shield Chen Wentong this time, and would definitely let him receive the punishment he deserved, so that he can behave himself in the future.

But he had just read the case report, and there was no mention of Chen Wentong in it, not even a code name. The murderer said that he was another unknown unknown, but no one knew what was going on with this unknown in private, and no one could film him. I can assure you that the unlucky guy was not kicked out to cover up the bag. In the eyes of the Zhou family who regard Chen Wentong as the murderer, will this solution really be reconciled?

Also, even Zhang Hongkuan knew about this early in the morning, but he only found out about it from the newspaper!

Maybe his father really didn't want him to get involved in this kind of bad things in the adult world-he really couldn't get involved in anything-but this way of doing things without saying a word made him feel stuck inside.

His thinking was inexplicably stuck in a strange circle, and he couldn't even figure out why his dad would stop discussing this matter with him in private, or something like that, which triggered a series of faint hysteria.

How about telling him about it?First, he can't help, and second, he has limited experience and can't give advice. He can't bring any real help to his father, and it only adds to the troubles of the teenager.

Just like a child who can't get a high-level balloon even if he puts his feet up, he is desperately eager to grow to a certain height in the blink of an eye at this time, and to do something.

The author has something to say:

Thinking about it, Yu Jinle and Yu Jinle are just two ordinary little people with flawed personalities. One explodes from time to time, and the other has a low self-esteem personality. I tend to let them influence each other when they are together, and become the most suitable person unconsciously. The other person.