sanguine and depressive

During the seven days of National Day, both parents are at home. During the seven days, my father will occasionally work in the study.I looked at my phone, and my mother updated the photos of doing yoga at home on the Internet. It got 540 three likes and 230 comments.On the night of the [-]th, I even ate a table of dishes cooked by my mother. Sixi Roasted Bran was still too sweet, but I loved it very much.

It was only later that I figured it out—this moment of understanding seemed to be in the future, it seemed to be a long time later, but it didn't matter.I understand why there is such a National Day, why Cen Zhiyong would ask me if I want to go abroad during dinner, and then ask me again at night, and take us to the Huangpu River to eat hairy crabs and see the river scenery on October [-]st. Say those words to me.

On this National Day, he made compensation for the absence of the deceased for many years, in fact, to appease himself that he had done his duty, and he didn't care about our response.He convinced himself that he had a wife and son in his heart, and then he closed his eyes and stomped his feet and opened them again, heading for a new love.

He has already made a name for himself.He has a career, money, a luxury car, and a small house in the city center.

He wants new fun.Want a young body, a pretty girl, a fresh romantic relationship.

He wants the old house on fire, and he wants to play the Bridges of Madison County, and the rejection is just a nightmare.

Before going out on the [-]th, my parents were still at home. Although they were only sleeping in the bedroom and did not show up, it effectively relieved my pain of going to school.

When he got to the classroom, Wei Chengyu was already sitting down, busy making up his homework—very rare, he usually stepped on the clock to get to school, and he must have spent a happy National Day.

When he saw me coming, he took out a paper envelope from his bag and handed it to me. Inside was the 1000 yuan he had borrowed from me for the sports meeting.

I put the money into my wallet familiarly, and started to take out my homework to be handed over to the first row, when I heard him ask, "Cen Xiao, can you lend me your math paper?"

It is of course possible to use this behavior itself, but I am half-hearted about this National Day, and the correct rate may not be satisfactory.

I said sincerely: "I scribbled."

Wei Chengyu didn't raise his head, and kept writing: "It doesn't matter, just bring it."

The relationship between us may be a lot closer because of money. In the past few days, Wei Chengyu will start to learn from my answers, supplemented by his personal artistic processing.

We also chat, but I have very little in common with him because I don't play games.The most conversations are similar to: "What class is next?" "English."

And his unilateral: "I'll sleep for a while, Lu He came and called me."

But at noon, Wei Chengyu would hook up with me and go downstairs to the cafeteria together. During afternoon tea, he would bring dim sum coupons and ask his buddies and me what we wanted to eat, and he would go to the cafeteria to buy them.

Sometimes I think he is very strange, because after my observation, his schoolbag is just an ordinary black sports backpack, the shoes are not expensive, the wallet is even a paper envelope.Meaning, it doesn't look very rich.

But the snacks he buys never require me or other people to pay for them. He brings up a pile every time, like a breeder who waits for everyone to grab them, and then picks out some of the rest to eat by himself.

But when they go out to play golf and go to Internet cafes, when they need a lot of money, they have to ask me to borrow a sum.

Then give me back the original amount in a few days.

I was puzzled and worried.If you can afford it, why do you want to borrow it? Why do you ask me to borrow it, and you can pay it back immediately in a few days?

I suspect and worry that he is urgently collecting money through illegal means on weekends and returning it to me.

Finally I couldn't help it anymore, this is my friend's advice, although it is perfectly fine for me to lend him money.

I told him: "Wei Chengyu, you have to be restrained in spending money... You don't have to do things every time, do you? Don't slap your face swollen and pretend to be fat."

I saw his face contorted, hesitant to speak.

In the end, I tasted it like a sour plum for a long time, and said to me: "...Don't worry, our family...mainly adopts the reimbursement system, and I can afford it."

It's really not convincing.I hesitated for a moment, and said: "Why don't you pay me back, anyway..." Anyway, I have money.

He immediately taught the director to go online, and patted my head: "What the hell, anyway, anyway, how can there be a reason to borrow money and not repay it?"

I suffered that blow, but my heart was rarely faintly happy.Wei Chengyu is a principled and sensible person, I hope we can become good friends.

Then came the events that sublimated our friendship.

"Will you be silent on "A Fang Gong Fu" today?" Wei Chengyu asked me angrily.

I also answered him angrily: "Yes—ah——"

"No fucking—I heard—ah—" His expression can only be described in four words.

Do not look down.

I said, "Look at my—"

I happened to be sitting on his right, so I hid my left hand to expose my dictation book as much as possible.

We posted it very close and wrote silently together. I was afraid that he would not have time to read it, so I gave a certain hint with my voice: "Lishan is built from the north and turns west, and go straight to Xianyang..."

He was cursing silently, and that was the first time I saw his real temper: "Fuck me, why is it so long..."

Unfortunately, Lu He is not blind either.

When I finally read intermittently "The people of Chu are burned, the poor scorched earth", I was very happy, and the victory was in sight.

Then the two of us were named and went to her office to write silently at noon tomorrow.

I'm convinced, why do I even have to bring it, I'm just a helpful person.

In the afternoon, I was sitting in my seat reading a book, when I saw Wei Chengyu bring up a large bag of snacks as usual, and a bowl in the other hand.

He walked through the bustling classmates to the last row, and handed the bowl to my eyes: "Si Milu, what else do you want to eat?"

I took a bag of seaweed rice cake, which is very oily, but it has a unique aroma of rice and oil mixed together.

After eating rice cakes, I finished the sago dew, and holding up the stainless steel bowl, I asked, "Do you want to return this bowl?"

"Isn't that nonsense?" Wei Chengyu said, "Put it on my desk, and I'll return it later."

So I left the bowl on his table with peace of mind.

I guess, he may have felt guilty because the dictation dragged me down, so he wanted to make up for it by bringing me something to eat.

The next day, after we ate lunch shoulder to shoulder, we went to Lu He's office shoulder to shoulder with our dictation notebooks.

I have never been to the teacher's office, standing behind Wei Chengyu and looking at it.

The office at noon was very lively. Class representatives came to pick up homework, and some students came to ask questions during the lunch break.

Lu He was peeling and eating oranges, and pointed to a row of cabinets in the center of the office: "Stand silently, the two of you should separate, and don't whisper to each other."

I glanced at Wei Chengyu, he yawned, scratched his hair twice, picked up his pen and became silent.

Unexpectedly, it was my turn to get stuck this time, and the pen stopped at "Use it like sand".

Use it like sand, use it like sand.I took the tip of the pen and pressed several small holes in the blank space.

I can't remember, but I remember what kind of people in the world, who dare not speak but dare to be angry.

I was wearing canvas shoes, mechanically rubbing the back of the shoe against my calf repeatedly.The canvas is a bit rough, and my calf hurts a bit from scraping, which makes me dare not speak out.

Do you want to ask Wei Chengyu?

If Lu He finds out, will she scold me?

"Give it to me when you're done with silence, Wei Chengyu, don't just sit there thinking about things." Lu He's voice came from behind.

It's over, Wei Chengyu is silent.

I became more anxious, I couldn't think of anything at once, and felt that the world was far away from me.

After Lu He finished speaking, Wei Chengyu moved and picked up his notebook.

I subconsciously glanced at him.

His expression was probably very flustered, with a strong sense of asking for help.

In short, Wei Chengyu was stunned, but he turned around and handed the dictation book to Lu He.

I immediately gave up on myself, and I convinced myself that it was just a dictation, Cen Xiao, the hardships of life are yet to come.I can't wait to come back next time.

Then after a few seconds, Wei Chengyu's voice came from behind, very close, as thin as a gossamer.

"Let the pillars of the pillar be more than the farmers in Nanmu..."