about i love you

After that incident, Liu Siqi and the others settled down a lot, and they were about to graduate from junior high school, so it wouldn't be worthwhile to be expelled at this time.Although graduating from junior high school is equivalent to being illiterate, I don't think they care about this.

Our parents are out-and-out illiterates. They didn't go to much school. They thought that they were intellectuals after they went to junior high school. They never thought about other in-depth things.

My parents were not very obvious, but after Li Mengyuan's grades dropped to 35th in the class, her mother was invited to the school.

At that time, I happened to be carrying my math homework to hand in my homework, and I heard her mother tell Mrs. Sun, "It's fine if you can't get in, you can graduate from junior high school, and you can be considered a college student."

I wanted to laugh a little bit, but a little bit of bitterness still oozes out.

Every time I go home, someone jokes with me about "college students are back."

I used to think they were just joking, but then I realized that in their eyes, children who study are all college students, how strange it is.

The pace of going to school gradually accelerated, until the day of the holiday, my brain was still frozen, immersed in an unclear world, and confused.

My dad used to ride a motorcycle to pick me up during my holidays when I was at home. Although our home is not far from the school, I also live in the school, so once the holidays, I have to move all the quilts and other things. Going back, I will definitely not be able to do it with a bicycle.

It’s almost January now, and the weather is very cold. I was wrapped in a thick down jacket, squatting on the empty bed in the dormitory with my neck curled up, not wanting to move.

He Lian knocked on the door, I stood up, opened the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Her confession failed that time, and it made Liu Yao sad like that. I thought she wouldn't have anything to do with us. Who knew that she would come to our class to play again in the second week, and what happened? It's the same as if it didn't happen, it's just that I stopped asking me to call me brother, and just called me by name.

She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater, with her slender neck hidden inside, revealing only a small face flushed from the cold.

He rubbed his hands and looked at me and said, "Is no one coming to pick you up?"

I shook my head and said to her, "I'll be here in a while, I can go back, don't worry, it's okay, it's getting late, go back quickly."

Her face flushed even redder, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she put her hands in her pockets and left.

I saw from the window that a three-wheeled motorcycle came to her house, and she followed behind on a bicycle. The car was not full, and the driver seemed to be her grandfather, with gray hair, flying in the wind.

I opened my mouth, closed it again, sighed, and moved things out.

The rest of the dormitory had already left at noon, and I didn't tell Liu Siqi about my situation. Now that it's a holiday, he has fewer chances to meet Li Mengyuan. He's a little upset, and I don't want to meet him at this time.

My fingers were almost numb from the cold, so I moved the two big bags outside. It was all because the beds in the dormitory were too crowded, and it took me a lot of effort to move anything.

As soon as I stood up straight, I froze.

Wen Mengliang got a motorcycle from somewhere, and it was parked on the road in front of our dormitory, and now he was walking this way with an expression of excitement.

He pointed to my things, then to the motorcycle, and then he reached out to take it away.

I held his hand and stared at him silently.

He took my phone out of his pocket, and I remembered, damn, I forgot my phone.

Some time ago, I played too much with my mobile phone, and it was difficult to concentrate in class. A small game can make me so happy, and I am really easy to be satisfied.

After Mr. Sun almost took the phone away twice, I simply put the phone with Wen Mengliang and taught him how to use it, and he learned it quickly. Later, we used it to communicate.

There is a notepad function on the mobile phone, we use this to have a conversation, it is very convenient.

He wrote: Let's go, isn't it impossible for you to go home?

During this time, I stayed with him neither too much nor too little, and then he actually went to school again, and I was alone in his room most of the time, and he had a lot of books there, which I didn’t even have before Note that after discovering it, I read a lot with relish and benefited a lot.

At first I thought it was because the food in their school was not good that he was so skinny before, but later I found out that it was not because he has gained a little weight and taller now, although he is still not as tall as me, but At a glance, he was also an upright young man.

If he is not deaf.

The book says that your evaluation of a person's appearance is all based on your opinion of this person. I used to think he was ugly. It must be because I hated him so much at that time. Gradually, I also felt that he was pitiful. Just tell Liu Siqi not to bother with him anymore.

Liu Siqi's heart grew on Li Mengyuan, and he never did anything to beat people for money. He grew up and became more sensible. Listening to me, he just frowned and agreed.

Shit, why should I ask him to agree, I am his boss.

I took a look at the phone and replied: Where did you get it?can you ride

I measured my height two days ago, and I am 1.7 meters five. Although I am not as tall as Zhang Jiaming, I am five centimeters taller than Liu Siqi. My mother said that I am still young. When I go to high school, I will definitely grow longer Yes, my dad is also 1.7 meters tall, so I have to be taller than my dad at least.

After all, the nutritional conditions are much better now than they were then.

He nodded happily, and continued to move my things to the motorcycle. It turned out that he could ride a motorcycle. I was surprised. I thought he knew nothing.

I don't know where I learned it from.

Suddenly, halfway through the walk, his knees went limp for some reason, and something fell to the ground, and he also fell, frowning and looking at his scratched hand.

I put down the things in my hand, walked over quickly and asked "what's the matter?"

I have a problem, when I am in a hurry, I will forget that he is a deaf-mute, and I can't help but say it. He can't understand, so I scan him around.

Yep, the pants are ripped.

Most likely I was riding a motorcycle. If I let him take me, I wouldn't fall to my death.

Fortunately, I can also ride. I have been learning this since the first day of junior high school, and I am very familiar with riding.

Slightly squatted down and touched his knee, he was in extreme pain, and he was about to fall down when he was weak, but I supported him, leaned half on my body, and blushed again.

There was a way to go home, and I was in a good mood, so I stretched out my hand and scratched his tall nose. He took a step back a little shyly, and wanted to move things again. I pushed him over and relied on myself.

After moving everything to the motorcycle, I thought of another question, what should I do with my bicycle?

He fell quite badly, so he must not be able to ride. Could it be that he just threw it here?

I pointed at the motorcycle, then at him, and then at the ground, meaning to let him wait here. Looking at his eyes, it was obvious that he didn’t understand, but I kept nodding my head. I was helpless. Take out your phone and write to him.

He nodded hastily, stood there leaning on the motorcycle, accidentally pulled the wound, grinning in pain, like a ghost, I leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Hey, forgot, he hasn't brushed his teeth yet.

I pushed the bicycle into his dormitory, closed the door again, and walked out. It was already past four o'clock, and it gets dark earlier in winter.

If I go back later, my mother should be worried.

I let him sit in the back, and I rode a motorcycle. My ears hurt from the cold, but my hands were fine. I wore gloves on purpose. The pain in my ears made me want to go crazy.

Then a warm feeling came over me, and he put his hands on my ears from behind, which made me feel a lot better, and I speeded up again, feeling much better.

The motorcycle stopped at the door. He wanted to help me move things, but he couldn't hear me when I scolded him. He just stood there and didn't move because he saw from my expression that I was not happy.

"Mom, I'm back."

My mother opened the door, looked at the motorcycle and the two of us in surprise, and said, "I was still thinking about how you came back? A classmate sent it back? Hurry up, it's cold outside, come in and auntie will pour you tea."

The last sentence was addressed to Wen Mengliang, and he obviously knew it, his face flushed red, but he couldn't hold back anything.

I couldn't hold it back.

I said to my mom, "He's dumb."

Anyway, Wen Mengliang couldn't hear it, and it didn't hurt her self-esteem. My mother was even more surprised, and didn't know what to do, so she came forward to help me move things.

I said, "You go and look at Yanyan, I'll do it."

My mother nodded awkwardly, smiled at Wen Mengliang, turned and entered the room.

It was completely dark, this motorcycle had no lights, and Wen Mengliang was injured again, so he would definitely not be able to go back. After I finished moving things, I let him sit on the sofa in the living room, and then called Mrs. Sun.

"Hello, teacher."

Mrs. Sun was quite surprised when she heard me call, she raised her voice and said, "He Su, what's the matter?"

I frowned, didn't she realize that her son was missing?

"Wen Mengliang came to my house to play, and I can't go back for the time being, so stay at our house overnight."

Mrs. Sun stopped talking for a long time, and then came an unclear male voice on the other end of the phone. I guessed it might be Mrs. Sun's husband. She would definitely not be staying at school after the holiday, she must be going home.

"Did Meng Liang ride our family's motorcycle away?"

Mrs. Sun talked to someone, and then came to talk to me again, and she was still a little angry when she heard her voice, just like when we failed the class exam.

I involuntarily nodded to the phone and said, "Yeah."

Master Sun heaved a sigh of relief, and the male voice sounded softly again.

She asked, "Meng Liang hasn't ridden before, didn't he break it? He is going to send you off."

I froze for a moment, I had never ridden before, no wonder I fell like that.

"It's okay, he's fine."

When Mrs. Sun heard my answer, she immediately wanted to say something, but I only heard one syllable, and she said again, "Oh, it's all right, let him come back early tomorrow."

I hung up the phone, always feeling wrong, did Mrs. Sun want to ask about motorcycles?

Frightened by my guess, I put my phone on the table and walked out wearing cotton thongs.

My mother had already cooked the meal and served Wen Mengliang a large bowl, and he sat there with a somewhat reserved smile.

He Yan crawled back and forth on the sofa, slurring her words and not knowing what to say.

I picked her up and said, "Call me brother."

She ignored me and wanted to go to Wen Mengliang's place. I held her in front of Wen Mengliang's eyes and motioned for him to hold her.

Why does this person blush so easily?

He Yan waved his hands and scratched his face, and he hid with a smile, a little vivid under the light.

The author has something to say: I'm writing, haha, Meng Liang blushed again, he won't let me write.