Strawberry West Toast

It's a joke, Wei Wei is actually quite kind. It can be seen that my sister-in-law loves Pei Yiwei very much. If Pei Yiwei didn't say anything, he might think that my sister-in-law is Pei Yiwei's real mother.

"Send your classmate back later," the pseudo-mother told Pei Yiwei, "Don't take the trail at this point, someone was robbed in the street in front recently, and I heard that the gold earring was forcibly torn off, and the ears are bloody. "

"Yeah." Pei Yiwei threw the rag that had just wiped the table into the basin, rubbed it, and put it on the table to dry.

"I can just go back by myself," Wang Zhen said, "My house is quite close to here."

"It's okay, the two of you can chat with each other. It's the first time he brought his classmates to the stall. You two have a good relationship." After finishing speaking, the sister-in-law glanced at Wang Zhen, then lowered her head and went to work again.

Wang Zhen smiled. He didn't know if the relationship was good or not. After all, no one was poor enough to work weekends except him. However, she said that Pei Yiwei brought her classmates to the stall for the first time, and Wang Zhen was a little surprised.Although Pei Yiwei is a loner, she is actually quite easy to get along with.According to my sister-in-law, Pei Yiwei didn't seem to have many friends in the past, so from this point of view, he was the special one.

However, the gold content of this "special" is not too high. According to Pei Yiwei's temper of not caring about everything, he was able to bring him to the stall to help, mostly because of his uncle's 2 yuan face.

It's actually quite awkward when you think about it. Once a relationship is linked to money, it will turn sour. Wang Zhen thinks that he can accept any kind of friend, but it is difficult for him to endure a stranger's request for money.

And Pei Yiwei can do it.

At only 17 years old, Wang Zhen lives so impurely. It's hard to describe the feeling in Wang Zhen's heart. He thinks that Pei Yi is a micro-financial fan, but he doesn't look like him. He thinks this person is sincere, but he hides it.

"Don't forget the bag." Pei Yiwei reminded Wang Zhen after finishing packing.

Wang Zhen threw the schoolbag on the chair next to the vegetable bowl, Pei Yiwei didn't say that he had indeed forgotten it.

"Thank you," Wang Zhen slung the bag over his shoulder. There were only a few exercise books in the bag, and the weight was almost negligible. "I almost forgot."

The two walked out for a while, the street lights in the lower corner were very dim, long and short shadows fell on the stone bridge, and the subtle sound of running water under the bridge and the humming of car engines in the distance could be heard.Wang Zhen was suddenly in a trance.

That's the end of your first night at work?

"Look at the road." Pei Yiwei suddenly said.

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, the light was thin, and he had to work hard to see the broken corner of the platform of the stone bridge in front of him.

"How did you see it so dark?" Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei honked the horn, drove away the stray cats blocking the road, and said, "I didn't see it, I'm familiar with it."

"Oh." Wang Zhen felt that he was very powerful. After staying in that community for so long, he had to think about the house number every time before going home.

There was a crossroad ahead, and the traffic flow became denser. Wang Zhen turned his head to look at Pei Yiwei, and said, "You go back first, I'll just take a bus back."

Pei Yiwei hesitated for a moment and said, "Then you should be careful on the road."

After Pei Yiwei left on the little sheep, Wang Zhen pressed the road for a while and took the bus back to the community.

Wang Xiuming said to find a math teacher for him, and he really found one. Wang Zhen took a look at the "successful cases" of the other party, and found out how many Qingbei students, how many Shanghai Jiaotong students and Fudan students were brought out in a certain year. Formulate different teaching plans for students with different foundations, as clear and clear as a menu, just wait for Wang Xiuming to order.

"Is this data reliable?" Wang Zhen said, "Why does it feel like it's fooling people."

Wang Xiuming flipped through the "successful cases" on his mobile phone, and said, "You'll know it when you go to it. If you haven't gone, you will say that they are unreliable. How can you learn from such an attitude?"

"What does it have to do with your attitude towards remedial classes?" Wang Zhen sighed, "There are also remedial classes in elementary school, and it's not the case now."

"It's because you don't cherish it yourself," Wang Xiuming said. "Take the painting class as an example. Do you know how much Mu Xin's class costs? Three hundred!"

When Wang Xiuming got angry, he liked to ask and answer by himself. Wang Zhen quietly took a step back, planning to run back to the room at any time.

"If you miss [-] classes, it will be three thousand six," Wang Xiuming continued. "Ordinary people don't necessarily get three thousand six a month!"

Whenever he talked about grades, Wang Xiuming would talk about Mu Xin, and after talking about Mu Xin, he would start talking about how and how he used to spend money for classes, just like a quilt with a hole in it, and the cotton inside kept leaking out. Hooked and connected, the more they pulled, the more messy they got, until finally the quilt collapsed, leaving the floor full of tattered wadding.

"Understood," Wang Zhen said, "When is the class?"

Wang Xiuming breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip from his teacup, and said, "Next Sunday, bring your previous test papers and wait for me at the school gate, and I will take you there."

Next Sunday he has to go to Aunt Pei Yiwei's stall to work, of course it is impossible to study mathematics, so he said: "Change the time, I am not free next Sunday."

Wang Xiuming was stunned for a moment, then his face sank, and he said, "Do you think the remedial class is at home? Change the time!"

"Then we won't go." Wang Zhen said.

The tea cup fell heavily on the coffee table, and the light red tea splashed out suddenly.

Wang Xiuming's face was ugly, and he said in a cold voice, "Are you still thinking about learning to paint?"

Wang Zhen didn't say a word, but the fact that he didn't say a word could explain a lot of things.

"I told you, don't have this dream!" Wang Xiuming growled, "You don't cherish sending you to Mu Xin, and now you regret it, so why did you skip class then!"

"Can you not mention Mu Xin?" Wang Zhen said.

When you mention it, you feel sick, and when you mention it, you think of Zuo Xingjian.He found that Wang Xiuming was very good at stepping on his minefields. He could always dig out the pain buried deep in his memory and expose it to the sun.

"I don't need to mention it," Wang Xiuming looked at him coldly, "Tell me why you cut class and why you let me spend this money for nothing."

Wang Zhen really wanted to shout out the answer, but he knew he couldn't. The consequences of homosexuality were ten times more terrible than the consequences of absenteeism. Wang Zhen felt that he was going to tell the truth, and Wang Xiuming was so angry that his temples spewed fire on the spot.

It may be that the silence further aroused Wang Xiuming's anger, he grabbed the neck pillow and threw it at Wang Zhen

The neck pillow is a small strawberry. Wang Xiuming's behavior of throwing the neck pillow is actually quite funny. Wang Zhen is surprised that he still has the intention to make fun of it.

The neck pillow hit his chest impartially, Wang Zhen paused, kicked it away, and said, "That's it."

So be it.

Getting along with Wang Xiuming made him too tired, constantly exposing each other's scars, pouring pepper water, pepper and salt on the wound, the wound has festered, and it is more difficult to repair than to destroy.That's it.

Don't worry about me, I don't care about your business either.

Wang Zhen picked up his bag and slammed the door, the wooden door slammed loudly behind him, and everything about Wang Xiuming was locked in the room.

It must be so.

Sitting on the blue seat in front of the community, Wang Zhen was still a little unresponsive.

Is this running away from home?

Yes, no.

It seemed to be just a unilateral oath. To Wang Xiuming, this was just one of the most extreme disputes among countless disputes. When dawn came, when the son was hungry, the son would obediently go home, let go of his anger and dignity and surrender to him.

—but not this time.

Wang Zhen made up his mind not to go home, so he turned around and called Yang Hang, only to be forced to sing K outside with his girlfriend.

"Would you like to wait for me any longer?" Yang Hang said, "She hasn't finished singing yet."

Wang Zhen rubbed his knees and said, "That's okay, I'll find a hotel at random, you guys have fun."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen bit his lip wearily.

My heart was like a pot of porridge, star anise, cinnamon, onion, ginger and garlic were all poured into the porridge, turning into a big pot of stewing, very, very disgusting.

Thinking wildly, Wang Zhen actually felt a little sick to his chest.

He touched his neck, and a violent nausea suddenly hit his throat.

Hold.

What is the present report, this is called the present report.

The ghosts of watermelon and ice cream have come.

After spitting into the trash can in the community for a while, the phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and it was Zhou Jie.

Zhou Jie is used to being a peacemaker, and she just said "Be considerate of your dad" in her mouth about the big conflict.

Wang Zhen sighed, wiped his mouth clean and rinsed his mouth, walked into the Hanting Hotel next to him, but before he took out his mobile phone, his hand stopped when he looked at the price of the private room in the list.

Are hotel prices already that high?

Wang Zhen turned around slowly and walked out of the Han court.

It should be that he is too poor.

After looking through the address book, Yang Hang was the only one who was good enough to take him in overnight.

On the weekend of the freshman year of high school, he had to learn painting, so he didn’t hang out with those classmates very much. Yang Hang was also in Muxin every weekend, and he had accumulated feelings over time. Although there were two or three friends who chatted with each other, they were not good enough to spend the night rashly. After all, people have to consider why you ran away from home, and they may not be willing to take this responsibility, and the other students are basically nodding acquaintances, some of whom he can't even remember their names.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhen felt inexplicably uncomfortable. After hesitating for a while, he swiped open the phone again.

Aunt Pei Yiwei's WeChat avatar was lying on the list, and Wang Zhen typed a line slowly.

There was no reply to the message for a long time, and Wang Zhen felt his face being cooled by the night wind bit by bit.Just as he was about to stand up, a WeChat call came in suddenly.

Wang Zhen quickly picked it up.

"Student Wang," there may be wind on the microphone, and the rustling sound slid across the eardrums, "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and said, "No."

"Then why do you need money all of a sudden? It's eleven o'clock now." Auntie said.

"...It's not difficult," Wang Zhen said, "It's just that I have some conflicts with my family, and I can't go home now."

Pei Yiwei's voice came from over there, as if he was asking my sister-in-law. There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then Pei Yiwei's voice came out of the receiver.

"How much money is left on WeChat?" Pei Yi asked slightly.

Wang Zhen thought for a while and said, "More than 100."

"Then transfer two hundred to you first."

The voice over there disappeared for a moment, and then Wang Zhen's cell phone vibrated.

It's a transfer message.