cute and cool

Seven-year-old Cheng Wang was squatting on the ground, practicing writing his name crookedly on the cement floor with a piece of chalk he picked up somewhere.

Children of the same age have already gone to school, but Cheng Wang did not.He does not have a registered permanent residence and cannot go to elementary school.Sometimes Wang Yan would throw him a few picture albums for him to read, no matter what the contents were.

Probably in her opinion, any paper that is bound into a book and has words can be used for study.

Cheng Wang's handwriting was very large, and the character "Cheng" was bigger than his ill-fitting shoes.

He threw away the chalk tip, patted the chalk dust on his hands, stood up from the ground, and compared whether the words he wrote were the same as the kindergarten reading material in his hand.

This tube building is quite old, and heating was not promoted when it was first built.

Although Qinshi is not as cold as the three northeastern provinces, it is still shiveringly cold in winter.

After the 90s, heating was supplied on a large scale, but their home was still not renovated.

Firstly, Wang Yan is not always at home, and secondly, renovation costs are expensive, so Wang Yan is reluctant to spend the money.

Without heating, you can only burn the stove to keep warm.

Cheng Wang was small, and the stove was almost as tall as him.

Wang Yan was afraid that her house would catch fire, so she would put out the fire when she was away from home.The temperature in the room is very low now, but fortunately the windows can shine in the sun.

Cheng Wang's face was warmed by the sun, but his body was cold.

The gate of the house has two floors.The outer layer is a wooden door, which is simply sealed with a few wooden strips, and the middle is a gauze net with small holes, which is called a gauze stretcher in the words here.

These wooden strips are not very windproof. Every winter, the gauze frame will be blown up by the wind, and it will slap on the door inside, making a dull sound.

It was better during the day, but the muffled noise at night always made Cheng Wang worry that someone was picking the lock of their house.

Wang Yan always sneered: "Are you stupid? Is there anything valuable in this house? Who is so blind to pry into our door? The stolen things are not opened. Locking tools are expensive."

They live on the third floor.

In addition to their house, there are three other families on this floor. They live on their right hand side, that is, the innermost one. unknown words.

Dumb and Wang Yan didn't know that there was any grudge, and Wang Yan would scold her when they met.In most cases, the mute will only reply with "ahhh", and occasionally fight.

The most serious one even alarmed the police station not far away to come to mediate.

Before the children in the room studied whether the name they wrote was correct or not, they heard the mute "talking" again.

It was followed by a familiar and strong smell of alcohol and poor-quality powder.

Cheng Wang quickly squatted down and wiped off the chalk writing on the cement floor with his palm.

A small stone ran out of nowhere on the ground and scratched the palm of Cheng Wang's rough movement.

A shallow gash without bleeding.It's just dust and chalk mixed together, messing up the original fair skin.

The door was knocked loudly——

"Cheng Wang! Cheng Wang!"

"Here we come, Mom!" Cheng Wang stood up, patted his pants with both hands, and ran to open the door for Wang Yan.

Cheng Wang failed to wipe off the chalk marks on the cement floor, but Wang Yan saw it as soon as he entered the door.

She might be in a good mood, neither paying attention to the mute nor getting angry at Cheng Wang.She sat on the sofa smelling of tobacco and alcohol, and stretched out a hand to Cheng Wang.

"Show me what you're writing."

Cheng Wang twitched, took out the book from under the pillow and handed it to her.

Wang Yan said disgustedly: "Dirty or not, you put everything on the bed."

She is uneducated and can't read a few big characters, so she can only look at the pictures inside.She turned to a page casually, and the little girl in the picture stretched out four fingers.

"Hey, I have learned to count." Wang Yan said with a smile.

She is so pretty.

Neither smoking nor alcohol could destroy her beauty. She still looked young, and the extremely irregular work and rest did not even cause her to have dark circles. There was only a shallow scar on her forehead, which made her look pitiful and terrifying.

But such a beautiful woman always exposed her ignorance and shallowness every time she opened her mouth.

"Read to Mom, what is this writing?"

The nails dyed bright red randomly clicked on the illustrator's name.

Cheng Wang twisted his fingers and said in a low voice, "I, I don't know..."

Wang Yan lifted the book off the armrest of the sofa, took out a cigarette from her pocket, and lit it.She opened her mouth and exhaled a smoke ring, leaving a red lipstick mark on the filter.

"Writing on the ground every day, I don't know what I'm writing."

The smell of low-quality cigarettes was so choking that Cheng Wang's eyes hurt. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, there was water in his eyes.

"They say it's good to have a son, and my mother also gave birth to a son, so why can't I enter Cheng's house?" Wang Yan's nose twitched, and she threw the cigarette she had sucked on twice viciously on the ground.

Cheng Wang was afraid of being caught on fire, so he stomped it out with his foot.At this time, Wang Yan's eyes fell on Cheng Wang's pants.

"Cheng Wang, you little brat—"

Qiao Beixin didn't know how long he had slept. He sat up on the bed, opened the curtains, looked around, but couldn't find Cheng Wang in the bedroom.

He held on to the railing beside the bed, stretched his head down to have a look, oh, it turned out that he was lying on the table and fell asleep.

Qiao Beixin thought amusedly, the dead duck has a hard mouth, insisting that he doesn't take a nap.

He climbed down the ladder.Son, look at the time.Class is about to start, it's time to wake up Cheng Wang.As soon as he stretched out his hand, he heard Cheng Wang's breathing was much faster than usual.

Qiao Beixin bent down and found Cheng Wang's pale face and frowning.

It was like a nightmare.

He patted Cheng Wang on the shoulder and cheek, and called him in a low voice: "Cheng Wang, wake up."

But he couldn't wake Cheng Wang up, and even felt that Cheng Wang was sinking deeper and deeper into the nightmare.He even started babbling, saying "I was wrong" and "I'm sorry".

Qiao Beixin simply picked him up from the chair, leaned against the desk, and let Cheng Wang lean on him.He patted Cheng Wang on the back and called him loudly in his ear.

"Cheng Wang, Cheng Wang, wake up!"

After about another minute, Cheng Wang trembled all over, and finally opened his eyes.

People are awake, but their consciousness is still in the dream just now.The long eyelashes were wet and glued together with tears, sticking to his eyelids messily.

Seeing that he was awake, Qiao Beixin hugged him and sat on a chair, touched his face, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Cheng Wang's eyes were still in a daze, staring at Qiao Beixin like a bewildered man, his eyes full of panic.Qiao Beixin pressed him into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and stroked the back of his head with the other.

"are you awake?"

His lips were pressed against Cheng Wang's ear, and the air flowed in slowly as he spoke.

A few seconds later, he felt Cheng Wang wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

"Just wake up," Qiao Beixin said, "Just wake up. Did you just have a nightmare?"

Cheng Wang put his face on his shoulder and said a muffled "hmm".

Qiao Beixin rubbed his chin against him, and said to him like a child, "It's okay, don't be afraid, Xiaowang."

He repeated several times, "Xiao Wang, don't be afraid."

It's getting late, if I don't leave the dormitory to go to the classroom, I'm afraid I will be late.But no one cares about these.

Qiao Beixin still hugged Cheng Wang, patting him on the back from time to time.He didn't ask Cheng Wang what dream he had to be so frightened, he only said "it's okay" occasionally.

Cheng Wang leaned on his shoulder for a long time, until the tears dried up and the corners of his eyes were blown dry, he finally regained his senses.

He felt that their current posture was a bit strange, and he moved his legs to get off Qiao Beixin's body.

As soon as he moved his legs, Cheng Wang took a hissing breath.His legs had been curled up around Qiao Bei's waist, numb.

Qiao Beixin pinched his neck, reached out and pressed a few times on his calf.The boy who dreamed of being a soldier since he was a child has been exercising all the time, and he is also very good at relieving muscle fatigue and soreness.

Cheng Wang's neck straightened when he pressed his hand on it, "It hurts so much!!"

Qiao Beixin took his shoulders and brought him back into his arms, "Persevere, it will be fine soon."

Sure enough, as he said, the sting only lasted for a second or two, and Cheng Wang gradually relaxed.

Qiao Beixin's palms were very hot, and the temperature spread to his calves through the thin school uniform pants.The muscles in the legs were rubbed until they became numb, and the deadly itching disappeared, replaced by the comfort of the stretched muscles.

Cheng Wang rubbed his face and got off Qiao Beixin.He wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, but he couldn't think of it for a while, and finally he could only say: "It's getting late, let's go back to the classroom..."

When Cheng Wang walked out of the dormitory, he found that the weather had completely cleared up, and the sun was so bright that he squinted his eyes.

He built a small triangle on his face with his hands to block the sun, and looked up at the sky again.

Qiao Beixin also stopped and looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Wang: "The weather is really nice."

Qiao Beixin imitated his appearance and made a small triangle on his face, saying, "Well, the sun is bright and there is no wind, which is quite rare."

Cheng Wang took two quick steps to catch up with him, "Doesn't Xiao Qiao like strong winds too?"

"I can't say whether I like it or not..." Qiao Beixin said hesitantly, "If the wind is too strong at night, it will be very hard for my mother to set up a stall. I don't like it myself."

He turned to look at Cheng Wang.Cheng Wang's skin was fair, and it was almost transparent under the bright sun.Qiao Beixin looked at it, and with a thought, he stretched out his right hand and folded it on the back of Cheng Wang's hand, covering the top of his head.

It shaded him a little bit from the sun.

Cheng Wang raised his head, squinted his eyes to see the three hands covering him, and the shadow area on his face increased again.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we're late."

The Chinese teacher and other teachers adjusted the course schedule, so Class Two had two consecutive Chinese lessons this afternoon.

Cheng Wang was a little absent-minded, or maybe he was used to fishing in Chinese class. Qiao Beixin sat behind him and saw him turn his head and look out the window in a daze several times.

The seats of the students are shifted to the left every week, and now they just sit by the window.The sun shines on Cheng Wang's face through the window. When the sun is unbearable, Cheng Wang will support the left cheek with his palm.

The thumb was placed just behind the ear, which attracted Qiao Beixin's attention to the small mole on the earlobe.

Round and black, as if dotted with a black ink pen.

Subconsciously, Qiao Beixin reached into the drawer and touched the ink Cheng Wang sent him.

Like Cheng Wang, he lost his mind in this Chinese class.The pen held in the right hand landed on the paper at some point, but he did not write a word for a long time. The ink from the nib of the pen smeared on the Chinese book, drawing a round, black dot.

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The author has something to say:

I'm worried that someone will take the wrong position in this chapter, and remind me again, Cheng Wang is the attack.

Although I haven't written it yet, but they are older, and Cheng Wang is one year older