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At this time, Shen Yunjia sighed leisurely, looked up at him, "Xiaoxiang!"

Her expression was serious and serious, but mixed with resignation and worry, all kinds of emotions gathered together and pressed into heavy wrinkles between her brows.

If she recalled the past just now with the shyness of a little daughter, then now she has transformed into a hostess who is worried about the fate of her husband and family——

"Even if the Zhou family refuses to give up, so what? It doesn't matter whether Chen Wentong is the murderer or not, and whether he was punished or not. No matter what, your father will never allow him to take up the responsibility, let alone the young master of the Zhou family. Resurrected from the dead, the matter has been settled, and your father has taken it upon himself, so we can't question him, and it won't help if we question him. What we can do now is to trust your father, and believe that his way of dealing with it will definitely He has his own thoughts and reasons. If the Zhou family has any opinions, that will be a matter for the future, and it is far from the point where you should worry about it now."

As the conversation became sharper, at the end, the expression on Shen Yunjia's face became slightly solemn.

She warned and wanted to say: "If you want to talk to your dad about this tonight, I advise you to shut up and go back to your room to study. Adults have their own way of dealing with it, so it's useless for you to yell."

While thinking about being stunned, he didn't think too much about it, he just had an intuition that his father should be reminded about this matter.

Shen Yunjia went on to say: "It is impossible for your father to fail to think of what you think of. He is cunning. No matter how smart you are, you are still a monkey doing somersaults in his Wuzhi Mountain. Listen to me, just start here." Stop, don't ask later, the old man has his own plans."

In this way, the matter of Chen Wentong was cut off by Shen Yunjia from here. Until Dad Bian arrived home, the family of three had a meal or chatted as usual, which was not salty or dull daily chores. Very tacitly silent.

Later, while thinking about it, he also thought it through in private. This matter is indeed what Shen Yunjia said, what he can think of, his father must know, so what if he tells him?Is he capable of helping out?the answer is negative.His father was really in a state of distress, and they shouldn't make trouble for him anymore. Maybe one day in the future, when he was able to take these matters on his shoulders naturally, his father would truly breathe a sigh of relief.

In this way, time moved from early spring to hot summer in the implicit turbulence.

At this point in time when it is not yet his turn to be bright and sad, his "one day when he is capable" seems to be far away from him.He was just like a child who was awakened by the thunder outside the window on a thunderstorm night. The shock was only at the beginning. Once the sky cleared up, he would forget the anxiety of waking up in the middle of the night in a blink of an eye.

The altitude angle of the sun increased from small to large, until July and August finally brought a very high temperature to the temperature of this small town. They ended their life in the first year of high school and walked towards the second year of high school together.

At the end of the last subject of the final exam, the joy of the upcoming summer vacation made everyone burst out with an unstoppable boldness from the inside out. Everyone seemed to let out a sigh of relief that had been pent up for months. From the chest to dissipate blood stasis and reduce swelling, it usually reduces the burden by three and a half catties at once.

Li Qin took the lead and yelled: "Tomorrow afternoon at [-]:[-] on the basketball court, we will play against Class [-]! Brother, give me some strength!"

After speaking, he patted the table and raised his hand, and the few draft papers handed out for the exam fell lightly to the ground.

The life committee passed by leisurely, leaving a kind reminder: "Please keep the classroom tidy, and those who can't keep it are responsible for cleaning."

Stay to clean?How can this work!After all the exams are over, everyone is eager to finish their lives and quickly pack up and run away. Who wants to spend time in the classroom worrying about these crap?

"Throw all the waste paper on the table on the floor into the wastebasket, and everyone restores the corresponding table before leaving!" The worried and overworked class leader stepped up to the podium, slapped the blackboard and shouted at the class, "still Don’t forget to return to school at [-]:[-] am on Friday to get your grades!!!”

The people who were assigned to other classrooms for the exam also came back one after another. The 50-odd people were like ducks trapped in a basket, squatting here and there, squatting for a minute and a half to proofread. There were answers, and there were also those who raced against the clock to chat about summer vacation plans. I don't know how many of them listened to what the squad leader hopping on the podium yelled.

The summer in Fucheng is a typical south subtropical maritime climate, with humid weather and plenty of sunshine. Occasionally, one or two typhoons or tropical storms blow from the South China Sea, which brings abundant precipitation to the city and is washed by the bright sun. High temperature with running.

This time, the typhoon was warned early in the morning and landed on the neighboring Hong Kong Island. As a small coastal town [-] nautical miles away, there was nothing else to do except for a heavy rain that lowered the temperature enough to fry eggs and barbecue. bad influence.

Standing outside the downstairs lobby of the teaching building, Yu Jinle stretched out his hand to catch the bean-sized raindrops that had been shattered.His forearm has no undulating muscle lines, it is round and white after years of lack of exercise, the wrist bone is slightly convex, and when you turn it up through the thin layer of skin, you can clearly see the distinct blue lines buried underneath. Purple blood vessels, fingertips are as smooth as scallions, and the joints are distinct. When the fingertips are holding a pen, people often think of the word "beautiful".

He has a typical southern body shape, his bones can't be said to be thin, but at least his shoulders are not as thick as he thought.Among the three brothers and sisters, he looks like his mother the most, his skin is fair and difficult to tan. On the contrary, the younger sister Yu sadly inherited his father's wheat complexion. Compared with the rest of the family, he looks like a pitiful little mud baby.

A black umbrella covered a water curtain in front of him, and someone who caught up from behind grabbed his silly hand that was still soaking up the rain, with a helpless expression on his thick-browed handsome face: "You don't have to wait for brother if you don't bring an umbrella." , are you still playing in the water here, are you stupid?"

Holding his wrist, he shook off the water droplets on it without any politeness, thinking that he was really worried.

The rain brought by the weather outside the typhoon is usually torrential rain showers, which are just scary. It’s good to pass through the border, but the advantage is that the water volume is amazing.

"Wait until the rain subsides before leaving." Yu Jinle pushed back his umbrella and continued to hide under the eaves to hide from the rain.

The umbrella I was thinking of was an ordinary broken bone umbrella. It is enough for one person to use it in this kind of rain, but it is a bit reluctant for two people to share it, let alone two young men. It would be easier to just run back.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder.

The wind blows from the front, sometimes strong and sometimes small, and sometimes the rolling movement is louder. Thinking about it, I tilt the umbrella forward at an angle, and at least some of the rain splashed on my face is blocked.

There are still a lot of people stagnating in the lobby behind. From time to time, one or two rushed into the rain while waiting, some got impatient and drenched back directly, some waited for their family members to pick them up and ran out. The passage of a minute and a second gradually became less and less.

In front is the endless rain curtain that connects the sky and the earth. The large circle of ripples caused by the rootless water falling on the ground spreads out layer by layer. Occasionally, some people wading through the water, splashing out irregular trajectories.

Near noon, there were very few vehicles facing the school gate, and one or two cars stopped occasionally, and they also picked up people and left quickly. It didn't take long, except for the rain that had never been light, and the rustling behind There was much less movement.

The branches of the tall kapok tree have already lost all their red flowers and scattered cotton wool, but the branches and leaves are becoming more and more green under the washing of the rain. It is a very vibrant color, full of vitality and hope.It has been standing majestically in this century-old school for a long time. The well-developed root system that penetrates deep into the ground is coiled and coiled, and it can arch the flat bricks around the flower garden into a raised arc. After several reforms and changes of the times, Like an ancient sage who sits firmly on the podium in the changing time, quietly smiling and magnanimously gazing at the people and things wandering in and out of the school every day.

The layered leaves are full of rainwater, and the slender branches are bent over, like a gentleman who is elegant, courteous and well-bred, with a gentle bow, he gently sent Miss Rainwater out.

The rain clouds gradually receded, and the sky turned blue, but the rain did not stop under the trees.

Yu Jinle and Bian Xiang didn't say a word, they just stared at a place where the raindrops were falling, looking a little silly, but with an obvious ease of mind.The two usually lash out at each other from time to time, and rarely have such a peaceful state of silence.

It was surprisingly comfortable.

Not awkward, not boring, just standing quietly like this, emptying my mind and staring blankly.

The rain brought a pleasant and comfortable outdoor temperature, and at the same time brought them a new mood.

"Xiao Yu'er." Bian Xiang tilted his head and glanced at him, then laughed, "I think this is pretty good."

"Huh?" Yu Jinle didn't understand what his "this" was, but he felt that the current state made him relax as if the pores of his whole body were open, so he said, "I like this too."

The two people's words were completely wrong, but they reached the point of balance strangely.

So they looked at each other and smiled.

The grass is bearing its seeds,

The wind shakes its leaves,

We stand and don't speak,

It is very beautiful.

She wanted to touch him with the back of her hand, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Yu Jinle twitched his fingers slightly, but finally retracted without sensitivity, "Maybe he was playing with water just now."

While thinking about pinching his little finger bone cautiously, seeing that he didn't have a particularly big reaction, he went ahead and filled Yu Jinle's fingertips with his five fingers.

He didn't think about why he secretly held Yu Jinle's hand with an indescribable excitement under the cover of his schoolbag and umbrella. A turbulent heat flow emerged, spreading from the left ventricle along the twigs of the aorta until it covered every tiny corner of his body. His mind was clearly awake, but he couldn't control himself and burst out an invisible This substance, combined with the heat from the heart, formed an almost explosive sensory-acoustic effect, which made his head hot, his ears closed and his eyes blindfolded, and he even had a brief sense of blindness at that moment. There is a superimposed and increased drumming sound in the lower ear.

He vaguely rubbed the back of Yu Jinle's cold hand with his thumb.

"It's raining, let's go."

Yu Jinle's voice sounded like a thunderclap, and it blew him out of his obsessed imagination. The white and slender hand that was originally held in his palm was pulled back. He looked at his empty palm and forcibly withdrew the oil in his heart. However, the loss of life made him smile insincerely, "Let's go."

Yu Jinle hugged the schoolbag to his chest, and with this movement, pressed his hands under the rough Oxford fabric. His expression was calm and unwavering, except for the thin layer of sweat that had been rubbed off on the schoolbag by his palms slightly. Revealed his forced composure.

The two walked out of the school gate together, tacitly keeping silent about the almost "accidental" behavior just now.

The umbrellas fluctuated up and down in mid-air with the steps of the two, and the rain gradually diminished. Only when they passed under the kapok tree were the raindrops dripping from the leaves to wet each other's shoulders.

The heart palpitations of young people are always shy and wrapped in a sweet and sour surface, and they need not be told to the world.This tiny emotional thread is different from the boldness and haste of the adult world. It will slowly twist into knots in the dark, and then break out of the ground one day in the future and grow into a towering tree.

At the cross fork, turn left at Yu Jinle's house, and turn right at Homesickness.

The rain stopped, and there was no excuse for walking side by side.

The two stopped at the same time.

"...I'll take you home, it's still raining." While thinking about rubbing the handle of the umbrella, there was an inexplicable hesitation.

Yu Jinle looked down at the pants legs of both of them, which were soaked by the rain, and took a step forward, "No, you can go back, I don't have two steps to go."

"Oh--"

Thinking about it, he answered absent-mindedly, took a step to the side, and put away the umbrella.

It's true that the rain has stopped, young man, if it's normal, you can run home directly when the rain has lightened, who wants to walk back with an umbrella for fear of being drenched?It would be too hypocritical to send Yu Jinle home!

"Thinking about it." Yu Jinle called to stop him from behind.

"Huh?" He turned his head abruptly, took a few steps back and returned to Yu Jinle's side, taking back the distance he had moved a few steps before.

This movement was really exaggerated, and Yu Jinle was taken aback. He stared at the big head that almost poked under his nose and almost saw the right eye. He took a step back and said, "My dad told us a few days ago. Buying a computer, you come over to help take a look?"

Computers are new to their family, but thinking about it, he patted his chest and promised, "That must be done. If you don't look for me, who else do you want to look for? Let me know in advance, brother, I will definitely come to help You do it!"

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Note?:

How I wish there was a door

morning sun on the grass

we stand

holding on to the door

The door is low, but the sun is bright

The grass is bearing its seeds

The wind is shaking its leaves

we stand and don't speak

it's very beautiful

There is a door, don't open it

It's ours, it's beautiful

——Gu Cheng "In Front of the Door"

——Oh, the effect of dopamine.