The paranoid milk dog is actually me

At night, Xie's small bungalow.

Father Xie drank, and when Xie Anheng came back from Nanhu Park, he had already fallen asleep.

Xie Anheng quietly entered the room, locked the door, and took out the glass lunch box from his schoolbag.

He gently placed it on the desk and opened the lid.

The aroma of food filled the entire bedroom in an instant.

It's hard for someone to refuse a bowl full of their favorite food, let alone a child who almost never has a good dinner.

Xie Anheng only hesitated for two or three seconds before losing the battle. He opened the box of brand new tableware and concentrated on eating.

The three dishes were ten thousand times more delicious than he expected. He didn't know what the food in the hotel tasted like, but he didn't think it would taste better than this one.

Xie Anheng ate in a hurry, and accidentally bit his tongue once during the meal, which made him gasp for a long time due to the pain.

Cleaning up the food in one go, Xie Anheng packed the lunch box, thought for a while, opened the box of milk, leaned on the bed with a straw in his mouth, and tried to repair the painkiller spray.

But after trying several times, the spout still doesn't come out.He could only give up and carefully hide all the things he received these two times into the shoe box under the bed.

After washing, it was close to nine o'clock, Xie Anheng lay in the dark, twisted the cufflink between his fingers, and held it in front of him.

The hazy moonlight came in from the window in front of the desk and fell straight on it, reflecting a light blue halo.

Tranquil and gentle.

Xie Anheng watched it silently for a few minutes, then pressed it under the mattress and closed his eyes.

But at this moment, Xie Xingzhi, who had returned to the guest house, was still fighting at night in front of the small table.

He lowered his head, recalling this memory of his childhood, trying to remember every bad thing he encountered.

This incident sounded a wake-up call for him.

If he hadn't happened to decide to deliver food to little Xie Anheng, and had happened to meet a responsible guard, the child would have been beaten right under his nose.

Xie Xingzhi can't allow this kind of thing to happen again, it is absolutely impossible for him to let little Xie Anheng experience the bullying again.

Xie Xingzhi turned his pen over the desk calendar a few times, remembered a few things, and circled the corresponding dates on the desk calendar.

He Mingxu tore up the Chinese textbook, and was punished by the Chinese teacher to copy and review.

Asked Xie's father for money to buy a new dictation book, was beaten, and was punished by the teacher to stand in class because he didn't have a copy.

……

Finally, a neat line of small letters was written on the desk calendar. Xie Xingzhi put on the cap of his pen, stretched his waist, picked up the newly bought clothes and went into the bathroom.

the following afternoon.

Xie Xingzhi went out with food and milk.

"Are you going to deliver meals to the children again?" The mother-in-law at the guest house just came back from playing cards and greeted him warmly.

Xie Xingzhi nodded, and made an excuse casually: "Yes, the child is growing up, so give him more to eat at night."

It was indeed a food delivery, but this time he did not wait for Xie Anheng at the school gate.

Stuffing things into his schoolbag twice in a row, no matter how stupid and sweet he was when he was a child, he should have realized that the method of taking advantage of the chaos at the school gate must not be used again.

Xie Xingzhi planned to deliver the food to his alcoholic father's house.

The small bungalow of the alcoholic father was still as dilapidated as he remembered, Xie Xingzhi avoided the passing crowd and took a shortcut from a small alley leading directly to the backyard of the house.

Little Xie Anheng's room was facing the backyard, and there was a small window above the desk in the room.

The windows have been in disrepair for a long time, and there are already big gaps. When it is windy and rainy, it is impossible to do homework at the desk, and the rain will splash your face.

But also because of this, it was convenient for Xie Xingzhi.

He turned into the backyard with ease and walked under the window.

When he was young, he had to step on a chair to reach the small window, but now he can touch it with just reaching out.

Xie Xingzhi put his fingers through the gap, opened the window without any effort, and put the lunch box into the inner window sill.

At this moment, Xie Anheng didn't finish school, so he left without eating, which was safe and convenient.

Xiao Xie Anheng is smart enough and knows how to be grateful, so he should return the lunch box to him where it was.

After confirming that the lunch box was put away, Xie Xingzhi came out from the alley, turned around and entered a small bookstore not far away, took a new seventh-grade Chinese book and a dictation book, paid for it, and planned to sneak into the school sometime , stuffed things into Xie Anheng's desk.

When I returned to the guest house, the old lady was knitting a sweater.

She spoke with a smile: "Is the meal delivered?"

"Well, it's troublesome to use your kitchen these days." It happened that no one was staying at the moment, so Xie Xingzhi also stayed in front of the counter to chat with her.

"Then what are you being polite for?" The old woman put down her needle and thread, and raised her head disapprovingly, "Stop secretly stuffing money into my drawer, and I won't charge your room fee anymore!"

Xie Xingyi was taken aback, raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and smiled: "Okay."

Only then was the old woman satisfied: "It's not easy for you young people to earn some money to support yourself, and you have a child to raise, so save the money for the child. I, an old woman, have no use for the money."

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "When will I bring your child to live with you for a few days? I always live with my mother, but occasionally I have to accompany my father."

Xie Xingzhi blinked slowly, realizing that the old woman must have misunderstood.

He was a little embarrassed: "I'm not..."

"Oh, oh, I know!" The old woman interrupted him. "Young couples are like this. She loses her temper. If you let her go, you won't be living outside like this all the time. It hurts feelings and is not good for the children."

"And for so many days, the child must miss you, maybe every day crying and arguing to see Dad."

Xie Xingzhi: "..."

His lips moved, but he gave up explaining: "The child is not suitable to be with me for the time being, and I can take care of him in this way."

The old lady had an unteachable expression on her face: "Take care? Raising a child is not just as simple as giving him food and gifts, the most important thing is feelings! Your care and company for him are more precious than any gift!"

Xie Xingzhi was a little taken aback.

He returned to his room with the stationery and textbooks he bought for Xiao Xie Anheng.

The window of his room is close to the street, just enough to see the school gate.

Xie Xingzhi leaned against the window thinking about what the old woman said just now, and frowned slightly.

Suddenly, his eyes moved.

Xie Anheng's small figure appeared in the crowd.

With the delicious food and drink for the past few days, the medicines have kept up, and he has not been beaten by Xie's father again, he can move much more easily visible to the naked eye, and his little face is rosier than when he saw it the first day Not a lot.

But he didn't walk home as quickly as Xie Xingzhi remembered, but squeezed through the crowd and stopped at the door of the pharmacy across the street.

Looking around, as if looking for someone.

Xie Xingzhi frowned even deeper.

His eyes fell on little Xie Anheng, and it was not until the school crowd dispersed that the child buried his head and walked away pitifully.

Xie Xingzhi came back to his senses, and found that he had unknowingly pinched the window lattice with force, leaving a mark on his fingers.

On Friday morning, the morning reading and the first two classes are all combined Chinese classes.

Xie Anheng went to hand in his homework, and turned his head to catch a glimpse of He Mingxu who was sitting diagonally behind him.

The latter had just been severely criticized, and on Monday he had to go to the flag-raising platform to read the review aloud in front of the whole school, and when he met Xie Anheng's eyes, he froze for a moment.

Afterwards, He Mingxu sneered, and silently mouthed "Chinese document".

"..." Xie Anheng ignored him, returned to his seat after handing in his homework.

"Morning reading time! Those who hand in their homework stop, and they will hand in after class!" The Chinese teacher appeared at the door in response, "Also put away those who eat breakfast, this is not the time for you to eat! Take out all the Chinese books and read them! "

The classroom, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.

"The devil is in menopause again."

"She goes through menopause every day."

Two classmates whispered to each other.

"Last time I forgot my Chinese book at home, she punished me to copy the third lesson five times, can you believe it?"

"What's the matter, my sister splashed water on my Chinese papers and dried them in the sun, but she still found out, saying that I didn't respect the Chinese papers, I didn't respect her, and my parents insisted on coming to school, and I was punished when I went back. My dad gave me a kludge."

"I go……"

Xie Anheng lowered his eyes and did not take out the book for a long time.

He Mingxu tore up his Chinese papers the day before the biology practice class.

The Chinese teacher put away the water glasses, stepped off the podium and checked one by one to see if anyone was slacking off.

Xie Anheng heard her walking forward from the last row of the front group, the sound of high heels was like a reminder.

"Hello, Xie Anheng."

Someone whispered from behind.

Xie Anheng knew it was He Mingxu, and he didn't look back.

"Hurry up and take out your language documents, Xie Anheng." He Mingxu said meanly, and laughed after he finished speaking.

"What are you talking about?!" The Chinese teacher slapped a book on his desk, "Stand up and speak louder for the whole class!"

Everyone around couldn't help laughing.

As soon as He Mingxu's brain became hot, he jumped up and shouted loudly: "Report to the teacher! I reminded classmate Xie Anheng to take out the Chinese books. His desk is always empty, so he must not have any Chinese books."

The fact that he bullied his classmates in the biology practice class has long been rumored throughout the school, and the Chinese teacher naturally knows about it.

She glared at He Mingxu angrily: "Take care of yourself! Morning self-study interferes with other students' studies, you stand for me, and sit down until the class bell rings."

After finishing speaking, the Chinese teacher turned around and walked towards Xie Anheng.

He Mingxu was so angry, his eyes were wide open, he had to see Xie Anheng being scolded before he would give up.

The sound of high heels was getting closer, Xie Anheng closed his eyes, and simply reached out to take out the torn Chinese book in the drawer.

"Isn't the book on the table well? Why didn't you bring anything? I think you are itchy." The Chinese teacher yelled at He Mingxu, tapped Xie Anheng's table with his fingernails, and obviously lowered his tone. "The book is open, how can I read early when the book is closed?"

Didn't lose your temper?

Xie Anheng looked down——

How can there be any torn language documents?

In his hand was a brand new book, even wrapped in a plastic cover.

Xie Anheng suppressed the surprise in his heart, lowered his head and turned to the page of the lesson to be previewed today.

He didn't see it, the eyeballs of He Mingxu standing in the back row almost popped out.

Where did this kid get a language book? !

After the morning self-study ended, during the 5-minute break, Xie Anheng carefully looked through the drawers.

His torn book was missing.

In addition to this new Chinese book, there is also a brand new English dictation book in the drawer.

Xie Anheng thought that this dictation book was just a random gift from that person, until the end of the first English class in the afternoon, the English teacher stood on the podium and said to them: "Everyone prepares a new dictation book tomorrow, and I will increase your recitation. Quantity, this notebook is specially used to write texts silently.”

The class was wailing.

Only Xie Anheng stared at the English book on the table alone, his fingers almost crumpling the edges, his heart beating fast.

The last class in the afternoon happened to be biology class, so he found an excuse to ask the biology teacher for leave and go home early.

Pretending to leave the classroom sickly, making sure no one saw him, Xie Anheng let go of his legs and ran towards the house.

After the practical class, that person would put a dinner and a carton of milk on the small windowsill of his room every day.

This is a great opportunity to...

He ran across most of the street in one breath, hurried back to the room, raised his head and looked towards the windowsill for the first time——

But unfortunately.

Supper and milk are already there.

The man is gone again.

Xie Anheng stared at the two things on the window sill and gasped for breath.

After a few seconds, he pursed his lips hard, put down his schoolbag, and stepped on the stool to take down the dinner.

The moment his fingers touched the lunch box, he was taken aback again.

It was hot, hotter than ever before.

That person must have just put down the lunch box and hasn't gone far!

As soon as Xie Anheng opened the window, he flipped out of the bungalow, and ran forward like the wind.

no……

There is no one all the way...

Xie Anheng ran through most of the alley, and finally stopped at the entrance of the alley.

He raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and the corners of his lips were very low.

suddenly--

He caught a glimpse of a man standing in front of the lottery shop across the street. He had broad shoulders and a thin waist. He was tall and slender, and he could tell at a glance that he didn't fit in with the entire shanty town.

"You are so lucky, hahahaha, you will definitely come tomorrow, and I will follow you to buy!"

The shop owner stood in front of him, shouting enthusiastically in a rough voice.

The man turned sideways to Xie Anheng, and replied to the shop owner for some unknown reason, the boss's eyes almost narrowed into slits with laughter.

Seemingly happy, he also frowned.

The wind lifted up a small corner of his white shirt sleeves, he lowered his head and smiled and straightened the cuffs, a thin and gentle voice faintly drifted into Xie Anheng's ears with the wind.

The afterglow of the setting sun poured down from the street entrance, covering the man's long eyelashes and forehead hair with a layer of warm golden light.

Xie Anheng almost forgot to breathe for a moment.

He didn't know if he ran too fast just now, he just felt his heart jumping into his throat, as if it was going to pop out in the next second.