sanguine and depressive

When I left the office, Wei Chengyu walked in front of me, and by the way, helped Lu He move back the notebook that other people had silently written yesterday.

I took two steps and walked to his side, summoning up my courage: "Thank you."

He glanced at me, smiled, and said nothing.

The two walked side by side, and I realized that Wei Chengyu was almost a head taller than me, and when he looked at me, his eyes actually had to droop a little.

At the same time, after getting along for a period of time, I think that Wei Chengyu is quite handsome, with three-dimensional and deep facial features, even if he smiles or not, he is a bit naughty, and he doesn't seem like a good person.

But you don’t need to look at your appearance to be a friend. I think this should be a precious friendship. They will support each other when writing silently, and Wei Chengyu will give me some snacks when he buys them.But I'm not too sure because I haven't made many friends.

After physics class in the afternoon, Wei Chengyu was going to the cafeteria to buy some food again. In order to strengthen our friendship, I stood up and said, "Let me go too."

He was very straightforward: "Go."

According to my observation, every day there is basically one person who hooks shoulders with Wei Chengyu and goes downstairs to buy snacks, most of the time it is Wang Dong (it seems to be called this name).

Sometimes I can't understand why they like to hook their shoulders so much.When Wei Chengyu and Wei Chengyu went to the cafeteria for dinner for the first time, he grabbed my shoulder quite naturally on the way and surprised me.

Now there are two figures hanging shoulder to shoulder in front of me, which I define as a symbol of friendship between men.

Then why don't you go with me?

I quickened my pace to follow, glanced at Wei Chengyu, and quickly picked me up.

Feeling my gaze, Wei Chengyu also glanced at me.

But didn't give me a hand.

Seeing the stairs leading to the cafeteria in front of me, I could only slow down two steps and fall behind again.

When they reached the stairs, they let go of each other, and suddenly accelerated down.

I hastily followed down the river and was shocked by the scene in front of me.

Everyone, everyone, the hungry and crazy students had no time to keep order, a bunch of people crowded in front of the window, holding up the dim sum coupons in their hands, "Auntie, I want this—" voices came and went.

Then I saw something like a black market transaction, Wei Chengyu quickly threw out a few banknotes, and the uncle sitting at the table next to him counted a few food coupons and threw them to him, and he grabbed them.

Wang Dong, who was charging forward, greeted him: "Old Wei, here--"

Just as Wei Chengyu was about to squeeze through, he paused and turned his head: "Where is Cen Xiao—"

I was summoned suddenly, and hurriedly said: "I am here."

He called me to come and sit down again, with the back of his hands facing outwards, but his fingers were bent inwards, like an adult calling his own child: "Come here, let's see what you want to eat."

I carried my rice cake with seaweed, and they carried some steamed stuffed buns and fried rice upstairs.

When I got back to my seat, I quickly moved the half-read book to the side to prevent it from being touched by the rice cake oil.And Wei Chengyu was working as a breeder there again, and sat down with a few leftover buns.

There are two to 10 minutes between classes, which is enough to go shopping and eat before chatting a few gossips.

He took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and was about to say something to me when a girl with a high ponytail stood at the door and shouted, "Wei Chengyu and Cen Xiao are there?"

My hands and mouth were full of oil, and my whole body exuded the aroma of rice cakes. Hearing this, I stared blankly at Wei Chengyu, who smelled like mushrooms and vegetables.

Wei Chengyu swallowed the bun stuffing: "Do you think it's a good thing?"

I said, "Not quite."

It's really not a good thing that we rolled out in a hurry like two customers.The person who came to us was not a female classmate, but a math teacher. The tenacious Liang Feng finally spent a week and a half grading the eight National Day papers for each of the two classes.

When standing in the office, the first feeling I felt was guilt.After all, I fooled around with the National Day gift bag, the handwriting was flying, and the answers basically depended on ideas and subconsciousness. Liang Feng actually bit the bullet and finished it.God, people's teachers are really not easy to be.

What's more, I am not the only one who knows how to fool me. For example, there is someone who is more extreme than me standing next to me.

Liang Feng held up the test papers of both of us, and said with a heartbroken voice, "See for yourself what you made? Who copied whose work?"

Before I could react, the suspect Wei had already stepped forward: "Teacher, I copied his."

Liang Feng: "One of you dares to borrow and the other dares to copy!"

That's right.I said, "I was wrong."

Wei Chengyu also said, "I was wrong."

Liang Feng was very upset: "Take it away, take it away, do it again, think about it, and bring a review next Monday."

Each of us took half a dozen papers back to the classroom.

On the way, I said, "Let me just say I did it blindly."

Wei Chengyu teased me: "You seem to have good grades."

Isn't this judging people by their appearance? I responded tit for tat: "Your grades don't look bad."

He kept secret: "My elementary school grades are good."

I have no right to hear.When I was in elementary school, my grades were also very good. I was the only three-yolk egg in my grade and was awarded the title of Little Pacesetter.At that time, my mother was working as a cashier in the supermarket across the street, and cared about my grades very much. Occasionally, she would set up a lamp on the dining table to check my homework answers, so I also read very seriously.

After finishing the remaining two classes, school is over.I took two steps with my Prada schoolbag on my back, and someone suddenly grabbed my schoolbag strap.

I braked suddenly like a small pickup truck, bent forward and then turned back.Which fucking idiot killed me.

Wei Chengyu looked at me from above, and patted my head with the palm of his hand: "What are you going to do, we are on duty today."

They patted me on the head again, a total of four times.I dare not speak out.

The broom is my tail, I am a shooting star dispatched urgently, across the first row of tables and chairs, the second row of tables and chairs, and the third row of tables and chairs.

I was in full swing, Wei Chengyu asked: "What did you sweep, can it be cleaned?"

After wiping the blackboard, he stood there holding the mop pole, like a beggar gang member waiting for an uprising.

I calmly replied: "It should be clean."

He threw me a wet rag and told me to play with wiping the windows while he swept and mopped the floor.

I guess he doesn't do much housework at home, because the way he sweeps the floor has more strength than flexibility.

Finally, after finishing the work and taking away the garbage of the day, you can get out.I grabbed the garbage bag in my hand and watched Wei Chengyu lock the door, then turned around and went downstairs to throw out the garbage.

I was running ahead, and he was chasing after, his tone was a bit exasperated: "Slow down, I'll get it!"

I thought to myself that he must be sick, why would he want to get a share of everything, I slipped like a scale with a garbage bag in one hand, the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves without a trace, and when I got to the first floor, I didn’t know where to dump the garbage.

He finally caught up with me: "Why don't you run away?"

I asked, "Where do you throw the trash?"

Wei Chengyu: "I don't know how fast you run?"

I thought to myself, isn't that you chasing me? Aren't men all a bit competitive.I handed the two bags to Wei Chengyu, and we walked across the playground under the setting sun, where three or two boys were still playing basketball.Wei Chengyu took a few steps and rushed to the dumping point to throw away the garbage. I politely waited for him five meters away with my hands in my pockets. It would be a little smelly if I took two steps closer.

Wei Chengyu came over and asked me, "How did you go back?"

We walked to the school gate side by side, and I replied: "Walk back."

"Very good, I'll walk back too." He said.

We walked on Xichuan Middle Road for 50 meters to the intersection, then turned left together, and then turned right together.

At the gate of the community, I said: "I'm here, thank you for sending me off, goodbye."

He patted my head: "Who sent you off, I live in the neighborhood behind you, goodbye."

I even have times when I am passionate about myself, and I can't help introspecting.But maybe because we are friends, I don't have too much embarrassment, and I don't suffer from insomnia at night.

When I got home, I took a shower and ate dinner cooked by Aunt Jiang. Today was scrambled egg with tomato and fried shrimp.I don't like to eat tomatoes, and there are very few eggs, and the shrimp is only a small dish, so I don't feel very full after eating.

After finishing my homework at 10:30, it was time to read idle books as usual, so I opened "Love Letter" and my notebook.

Turning to the last page of the book is my favorite scene: A group of students found Fujii and handed her the library card. She turned the page in confusion and saw another portrait of her painted by Fujii.

"...I pretended to be calm while trying to put the card in my pocket. Unfortunately, the apron I like doesn't have a pocket at the top and bottom."

I copied this passage carefully in my notebook.

The pattering rain outside the window hit the glass and fell on the shell of this empty house, as if there was an echo.I have seen the real estate certificate, which shows that the construction area is 352.2 square meters, which is six or seven times larger than the compound when I was a child.

At that time, it was urgent to replace, the old house had been sold, and there was no money to redecorate, so the old-fashioned decoration of the previous owner was used.The handrails of the stairs are carved, the floor is waxed dark solid wood, and the furniture is also dark wood.Therefore, the house looks empty when parents are away, and the night is particularly gloomy.

I remember when I first moved in, I read a horror story while surfing the Internet. It was about the nanny calling the host and hostess, saying that there was a clown statue in the house, which was scary. Could you cover it with a cloth, and the host said there was no clown statue in the house.

In fact, it was a disguised murderer who killed the nanny and the child that night!

This can be regarded as one of my childhood shadows. For a while, I was so afraid that I couldn’t sleep, but my parents were not at home. At that time, my aunt could only sit at the end of my bed and turn off the lights when I fell asleep.So until now I still have some resistance to clowns.

After I copied the passage, I dangled my legs and stared at the window in a daze, shivering at the thought of the clown.Outside the window is a small road in the community, and you can see the garden of the opposite villa. There is often a very round Samoyed squatting.

It's raining, Samoyed must be hiding in his little house, I think.After I showered, I climbed into bed, buried myself under the covers, and pretended this was my little house.