Strawberry West Toast

At twelve o'clock in the morning, there was no one in the elevator, but the cry of a baby came from the next door.

Intermittent, sharp and piercing, Wang Zhen was upset.

He took the key out of his pocket.Just came back from the outside, the coat is still cold.He picked out the key with the gray sticker on it and opened the door.

With a rattling sound, a crack appeared in the door.

He looked in, and the room was dark, and the master bedroom had also turned off the lights.

It is a situation where you can enter the door with confidence.He threw the key on the shoe cabinet, changed his slippers, and walked into the room.

"Crack."

"Why did you come back?"

Wang Zhen almost dropped the phone on the ground.

"Be quiet." Wang Zhen said in a low voice, not daring to disturb the man in the master bedroom.

Zhou Jie was wearing blue pajamas, her long hair was not messed up, and her eyes looked deformed because she didn't wear glasses.She said, "What did you do?"

Wang Zhen originally wanted to deal with it with a smile, but after staying outside for a day, every pore was screaming tired.So he stopped laughing, pushed open the door and stepped into the room, revealing a slit of light separating Zhou Jie from the door.

"Watching a movie with your friends, go to bed quickly, you have to go to work tomorrow morning."

Zhou Jie grabbed the doorknob, glanced at Wang Zhen, and wanted to say something, but Wang Zhen had already closed the door.

"Remember to take off your clothes and go to bed," Zhou Jie talked to him through the door, "Don't play with your mobile phone, your uncle will bring you and that child to have morning tea tomorrow morning, so don't wake up."

"Understood." Wang Zhen took off his coat and sat down in front of the computer desk, "Go to sleep."

After the sound of footsteps disappeared and the room returned to silence, Wang Zhen stood up and opened the door, looking in the direction of the master bedroom.

He knew that Zhou Jie and Wang Xiuming slept lightly, and the slightest noise could destroy their fragile sleep.So he walked into the bathroom lightly, and closed the glass door of the bathroom softly.

The light came on and he took off his hat.

Fluffy gray, silvery under the white light, only wet with rain, the corners are sticky to the ear, ruining the shape.

Wang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help laughing.

It's just that I didn't expect color bleaching to be so painful, and it hurts even more after bleaching four times.

He lay back on the bed and took out his phone, and the screen was filled with small red circles.

He slid over the note "Brother Hang" and clicked on it.

- are you home yet

- it ' s here , my mom didn ' t notice

He was about to exit the chat box when Yang Hang replied in seconds.

-Dare to dye hair even after entering Wenshi, he is very courageous.

- My uncle insists on selling the headmaster's face, I have no choice

- Your dad didn't tell you?

- He fell asleep. I put on the hat first. I can hide it for a few days. It will be fine when I go back to school.

-All right.

Yang Hang lost the text, Wang Zhen exited the interface, and clicked on the user who noted "Fund Master".

Uncle's WeChat message came at eight o'clock, and he didn't reply, but he thought that he had spent a lot of money on him, and after all, he still had to give face, so he clicked on it.

-Xiaozhen, dress plainly tomorrow, I bought a small gift for the other party, then you will give it to them, remember, smile enthusiastically.

When he woke up, Wang Xiuming had already gone to the company, Zhou Jie was busy in the kitchen, and could smell the aroma of soybean milk.

The sweeping robot got stuck in the gap between the chair and the dining table, Wang Zhen kicked it away with his toes, and Zhou Jie came over with buns and fried dough sticks.

"Don't kick it with your feet, just bend down, that's how it broke you last time."

"Last time, the quality of the product was not good enough." Wang Zhen took a deep-fried dough stick and walked towards the entrance, "I kicked it lightly."

"See you don't have a backpack," Zhou Jie put down the plate, "Just go there empty-handed?"

"There is WeChat." After putting on the shoes, Wang Zhen unscrewed the door lock and took a step, "Just scan the QR code when you buy something."

"Wait," Zhou Jie felt a little strange seeing that he was still wearing a hat, "I see, why is there something ashes under the brim of your hat?"

Shocked, Wang Zhen slammed the door shut. He didn't dare to take the elevator anymore, so he walked towards the stairwell.

Zhou Jie did not catch up.

Wang Zhen quickly took out his mobile phone to call Didi.

It was still raining when we got there, and the summer in Huizhou was very annoying. From July to August, it rained endlessly, and it was impossible to go out without an umbrella.Wang Zhen rushed under the eaves of the shop against the rain, and the white sneakers he just bought directly turned into 101 Dalmatians.

Restaurants are fairly easy to find. Nowadays, some high-end restaurants are opened in shopping malls. There are not many independent and time-honored restaurants like Huizhou Restaurant in the business district.Wang Zhen wiped off the dirty water from the soles of his shoes on the carpet in front of the gate, stepped in, and his uncle called.

- where have you been

Wang Zhen picked it up.

- we're downstairs, what room is it?

-The fisherman sings late, your classmate came early in the morning, waited for a long time, why did you come?

- If you can't get a taxi, take the bus, I'll come right away.

Wang Zhen pressed the elevator button and hurried out.

A black sweater was standing by the trash can, Wang Zhen took a step to the left, the other was about to move forward, he was knocked back, the trash can was overturned on the ground, the ash on the top fell all over the carpet like it was raining .

Hei Weiyi stood up straight and looked over, Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, this man was quite tall, standing like a guard who raised the national flag in front of □□□, his face was full of "whose fist is harder?"

He quickly apologized: "Are you okay?"

He wanted to say something, but the other party turned around and walked into the elevator as if he didn't hear him.Seeing the situation, the clean aunt rushed over, so Wang Zhen had no choice but to leave.

The uncle was sitting on the main seat and was ironing the bowl. Seeing Wang Zhen coming in, he asked in surprise, "Why are you alone?"

Wang Zhen took off his coat and shook off the water on his head, and said, "Are you still bringing my mother?"

"No," the uncle stood up, "Didn't your classmate go downstairs to pick you up?"

Wang Zhen was stunned.

Soon, the black sweater opened the door and walked into the private room.

Wang Zhen lowered his head to hide his colorful expression.

"Hurry up, sit down," the uncle dragged out the chair on the right side of the main seat, and let the black sweater sit, "Xiaozhen, you sit too."

Wang Zhen saw that my uncle booked a six-seater seat, so it would be fine to sit next to him, but my uncle likes to slap people on the back when he talks, and his hands are as thick as bear paws.

He sat across from the black sweater after a while.

"This is Wang Zhen," the uncle said with a smile, "Wang Zhen, this is Pei Yiwei."

Uncle looked sideways at Hei Weiyi, who hummed: "Feiyi Pei."

Wang Zhen waited for him to continue introducing himself.

But half an hour...

Pei Yi lowered his head and stared at the table, silence lay in the room.

"...Ah," the uncle hurriedly interrupted, "the word Yiwei has a lot of strokes, please go back and ask classmate Pei to write it for you."

Wang Zhen nodded, and the uncle rang the bell for the waiter to serve.It was ready earlier, and it was a little cold in the dining car, and it was served to a table full of them.

He put a shrimp dumpling into his uncle's bowl. Uncle loves to eat shrimp dumpling. He still remembers that he must offer some to the benefactor.

The uncle smiled, looked at him, then looked at Pei Yiwei, Wang Zhen paused, retracted his chopsticks, swept around the table, according to the preference of most people in his impression, took a quicksand bag, and put it in Pei Yiwei's bowl delivery.

Pei Yi looked up at him slightly: "Thank you."

The voice was so light that Wang Zhen almost didn't hear it clearly.

The meal was eaten quietly. Seeing that the two children were silent, the uncle took a sip of tea and said to Wang Zhen: "This time, classmate Pei ranked first in liberal arts in the class test. From now on, you will be in the same class as classmate Pei. Learn more from classmate Pei. After entering Wenshi, if you don’t have confidence in the end of the crane every time, you have to catch up at the beginning.”

Wang Zhen was distracted, thinking of yesterday's movie, but didn't respond.

"Little Zhen."

He came back to his senses: "Got it."

The uncle looked at him worriedly: "Why are you in a daze?"

"I slept a little late yesterday," Wang Zhen said casually, "I'm a little sleepy."

"How many people is Wenshi this year?" Wang Zhen decided to relieve the awkward atmosphere, "The ratio between men and women..."

The ratio of men to women in a Chinese science experimental class has always been touching, and the quotation marks are touching.There is no division of arts and sciences in the pre-class, men and women are mixed, Wang Zhen is having fun, and changing to a class without boys, I feel bored thinking about it.

"45 people," Pei Yiwei replied, "fourteen boys."

"Don't you like having too many girls?" Uncle laughed. "Back then, there were only two girls in our science class, and every time we finished physical education class, the room smelled of sweat."

The uncle's comfort did not make Wang Zhen feel better. Wang Zhen stared at the porcelain white dishes in front of him. Thinking of staying with a room full of bullies, he felt that Monkey King's monkeys and grandchildren had all been thrown into the frying pan. Screaming in the head.

"Uncle," Wang Zhen said softly, "I..."

The word "Wenshi" still couldn't be said.

Wang Zhen didn't know how many meals my uncle invited the principal for this matter, how many red envelopes he stuffed, there were very few places in the key classes, and the top students wanted to get in even if they sharpened their heads. He stepped on it easily and without paying anything. On the heads of so many people, his heart was empty.

"...Go to Northern Europe," Wang Zhen said, "Last time you said that you would take me to Northern Europe after the college entrance examination. Let's go to another place. France is fun."

"Ah?" The topic jumped too fast, and it took a while for the uncle to react, "If you don't go to Northern Europe, you won't go to Northern Europe."

Pei Yiwei heard "France" and glanced at Wang Zhen. The teapot happened to be in Wang Zhen's hand. Wang Zhen thought he wanted more tea and handed it to him.

"Thank you..." Pei Yiwei took the teapot, froze, and poured some more water into the cup that was too full.

Wang Zhen didn't pay attention to his teacup, and the WeChat notification sounded several times.

Wang Zhen had just finished typing a line when someone stepped on his foot.

The uncle stared at him, pressing down his hand.

Wang Zhen was taken aback for a moment, put away his phone and looked at Pei Yiwei: "Student."

It's embarrassing to give gifts to classmates in front of elders. Adults think things differently from them. Wang Zhen thinks his uncle is dead.

"We will be classmates with Yiwei from now on," the uncle lip-synced to him, "communicate more."

Wang Zhen picked up the phone and shook Pei Yi slightly, showing a smile of "Your uncle thinks you are enthusiastic" and said, "Add a WeChat."

Pei Yi froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't have WeChat."

Wang Zhen's hands froze in the air. He quickly considered the popularity of WeChat now, and doubted the possibility of Pei Yiwei having a similar app, that is, QQ, so he said, "...Mobile phone number?"

Pei Yi micro-reported a series of numbers, Wang Zhen listened and memorized them, confirmed with him again, and put the numbers into the address book.

As soon as he locked the phone, his uncle's foot touched him again. Wang Zhen endured it and didn't touch it back. There was the sound of a chair sliding over the table. It was Pei Yiwei.

"I'm going to the toilet." He glanced at the two people on the table and walked out.

The opportunity is here.

Wang Zhen was overjoyed. Seeing Pei Yiwei go out, he quickly took the gift and ran out: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Wang Zhen went downstairs and went straight to the cashier. He didn't forget to take a look at the contents of the paper bag. It was a set of AirPods. Wang Zhen took out the bank card he had imagined. He was relieved but at a loss.

Forget it.

Wang Zhen stuffed the AirPods back into the paper bag and walked to the cashier counter. There happened to be two cashier girls.

After saving the things, Wang Zhen returned to the private room, the uncle was answering the phone in the corridor, and Pei Yiwei was already sitting.

"Let's go together later." Wang Zhen said to him, "Where is home?"

Pei Yiwei: "Sanxialing Community."

Wang Zhen hadn't heard of this neighborhood, but it didn't prevent him from opening AutoNavi Maps to search, but before he finished entering the lock screen password, Pei Yiwei said, "It's not far away, I can go back by myself."

The uncle came back after answering the phone, and looked out the window when he heard "Go back by yourself".

It was foggy outside the window, and it was still raining.

"It's too inconvenient to go back by myself today," said the uncle, "You're welcome, Xiaozhen and I will see you off."

"Thank you." Pei Yiwei still shook his head.

After going downstairs, my uncle opened his umbrella, and when he was walking towards the parking lot, he couldn't help but look in the direction Pei Yiwei left.

"Let's go, uncle," Wang Zhen jumped on his feet, "It's raining and it's so cold."

Uncle patted him: "Learn more from your classmates."

"Learning what?" Wang Zhen was annoyed, "Are you twitching?"

"Speak politely, why do you treat your classmates like this?" The uncle walked into the parking lot to pick up the car, and Wang Zhen followed him into the back seat and turned on the heater.

"Is it still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore," Wang Zhen leaned his head against the car window, exhaling heat, "It's a bit stuffy, open the window."

"It's too delicate," the uncle smiled, "It doesn't matter if it's cold or hot."

The car radio was turned on, and the music from the 980 traffic station streamed out, making Wang Zhen drowsy.

"Hey," Wang Zhen was awakened by the intensified rain, and leaned back in his chair, "Uncle."

"Ok?"

"Come to eat another day, my mother is in charge."

Uncle was startled.

"Okay."

The car fell silent.

After a while, the uncle said: "If you enter Wenshi, you should study hard. When you go to university, you will have opportunities to paint, and you don't have to go to the Academy of Fine Arts."

Wang Zhen didn't speak. He listened to the music and turned his head to look out the window.

"Let's go." He waved to the uncle.

"Come on," the uncle slowly rolled up the window, "Your dad has put a lot of thought into this matter."