How many weeks are you going to confess?

The clouds on the other side of the horizon were burnt red, dense and thick, and could drip juice when touched.

The Xiachuan City Meteorological Observatory has issued a high temperature warning for three consecutive days, but there is no tendency for rain to cool down this day.

Yesterday, the more than ten-year-old aging circuit outside a canteen at No. 23 Yueyun Road was baked and melted by the high temperature of more than 30 degrees at noon, which caused a three-hour power outage in this area. Occasionally a few bad words come out.

Lian Li was walking home with his schoolbag on his back. It was only mid-August, and even the third year of Xiachuan High School, which had the worst remedial classes, started tomorrow.

The dull light at dusk made his shadow thin and long, and the schoolbag was like a long stone pressing on his back.

He lowered his eyes and scanned the records hastily, seeing that the last message was the sentence sent yesterday by the irascible elder brother in building 305 next door, "It's a fucking community, repairing a line started with your mother being an electrician, right?" and closed it. .

He thought to himself that the property management of the community had a good temper, but then he thought about it, the uncle of the property management has been here for decades, and he has never seen anyone, so he wouldn't break his defense because of a swear word.

"Xiao Lian, are you home from school?" Aunt Jiang walked towards her, carrying a cloth bag, probably going to buy vegetables.

Lian Li didn't explain, but hummed and asked politely, "Aunt Jiang, are you going shopping?"

"Yes, the little ancestor at home insisted that he wanted to eat cumin ribs, so why don't we go to the supermarket and buy him two catties of pork ribs." The little ancestor is Aunt Jiang's son, one year younger than Lian Li, but two grades lower than him , this year, he was just about to enter high school, and Lian Li gave him two months of lessons before the high school entrance examination.

"That's it." Lian Li smiled softly and said, "Then I'll go first, Aunt Jiang, pay attention to safety on the road."

Aunt Jiang smiled and waved to him, "Go, go."

Lian Li turned around and heard Aunt Jiang sigh and whispered, "Xiaojie is really not easy. She raised her son by herself and educated her so well..."

Lian Li paused for a moment, lost his mind for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, and strode forward.

When he was about to walk to the residential area, Lian Li received a text message from Zhou Sijie.

【Mom: There is no food at home, buy some when you come back. 】

Lian Li returned quickly, his slender fingers flicked on the screen a few times, but nothing popped up on the screen, he pressed the Enter key with ease, turned back and waited.

After five seconds, the full pinyin of "okay" was quickly shaken on the screen of the phone, followed by "okay" popping up, and finally the Enter key flicked, and the text message was sent.

It is said to be a vegetable market, but in fact there are not many vendors. If you really want to count, it may not exceed two hands.

Lian Li often comes to buy vegetables, so the grandparents at these stalls know him, and they will take care of him and often give him a bunch of green onions, garlic and so on.

He came to Grandma Zhang's stall, "Grandma, please help me pack two hands of green vegetables."

Grandma Zhang lives in the next-door district, which is closer to the suburbs than Tanhui District. She and her wife have a small piece of land there to grow vegetables.I come here to sell here every afternoon, because the market price of vegetables in Tanhui District is [-] cents higher than hers.

Lian Li only had five yuan in total, and Xiao Qingcai bought one piece of tofu with the remaining two yuan.

There are still a few eggs at home, Xiaoqingmeng is a single dish, egg tofu is considered meat, and a small handful of green onions given by grandma to make chopped green onion egg soup.

Yes, two dishes and one soup, there are meat and vegetables.

Then in the next second, the important side dish in the meat dish "paji" fell to the ground, an orange basketball hit Lian Li's forearm and then smashed from the tofu like a sight Pass.

The basketball bounced a few more times, rolled to the right side of the canteen freezer, and touched the leg of a little girl, who subconsciously looked back at the ball in doubt.

"That's my ball." A slightly deep voice came from the abandoned stadium.

The girl looked up, and suddenly her body trembled, the popsicle in her hand fell off, and the wooden stick leaked through the packaging bag, protruding from the tail.

The boss glanced at it, "Hey, you broke it yourself, you have to pay, and you won't be refunded."

I saw a boy who was at least 1.9 meters tall, with yellow hair and a bad face, striding towards her.

The little girl didn't care about so much, she grabbed a piece of five yuan and threw it on the freezer, said in a hurry, "Don't look for it", and ran away.

The boss looked at her anxiously and shouted at her back: "What are you looking for! You are still fifty cents short!!!"

The boy was happy, "I'll make it up for you?"

The boss looked at him, then at the money on the freezer and the popsicles on the ground, waved his hand, and came over to pick up the popsicles, "What are you giving, she didn't take anything away, so just pretend I paid [-] cents to treat myself to a popsicle."

The only Lian Li who suffered material and spiritual harm but was completely ignored: ...?

The boss pointed at the boy Lian Li, "Look at the handsome guy behind you, his tofu has been smashed into tofu nao by you, and the place is scalding hot in the sun all day, but it is still a bowl of hot tofu nao."

The boy turned around, and Lian Li finally saw his whole picture.

The first impression was that he was taller than himself. It seemed that he was half a head taller than himself. A person of this size was easy to be intimidating. He even raised his eyebrows at himself with a look of disdain.

He hooked his lips and smiled and said, "Very good, I like to drink salted tofu nao."

Proud to co-author?The first impression was bad as hell.

Lian Li picked up the handle of the plastic bag and threw it to a puddle of tofu. The boy chased after him with the ball caught between his forearm and waist.

"Wechat forwarded you, how much is the tofu?"

Not even an apology.

Lian Li had no choice but to look up at the boy. He blinked sharply at the silver hoop earrings on the boy's earbone. He said calmly, "Two yuan, WeChat is not supported."

The boy was speechless impatiently, "Trouble." After finishing speaking, he turned and exchanged two dollars with the shop owner, stretched out his long hand, and held two coins between his fingers, "Two dollars."

It was as if Lian Li was the perpetrator and he was the victim.

Lian Li took it, didn't say anything, turned around and went back to the vegetable market to buy another piece of tofu. There was only the last piece of tofu left at the tofu stall, which was [-] cents cheaper for Lian Li.

When he came back, the boy had already left. He only regarded it as an episode of the last day of vacation in this hot summer. Anyway, he didn't lose anything, but he made an extra trip to the vegetable market.

It was just past six o'clock when I arrived home, and Zhou Sijie was still folding Kawasaki roses, a total of 999, and she was still short of more than 200, which will be delivered next Friday, at a price of ten cents.

Seeing Lian Li came back, Zhou Sijie didn't stop working, and glanced at the clock on the wall, "Why did you come back so late?"

"I forgot to buy tofu when I came back, so I went back again." Lian Li put the vegetables in the sink, and took out the tofu to soak in the water.

The plastic bag containing the tofu was thrown away, and the vegetable bag was rolled into a strip, wrapped around the fingers a few times, and the end was inserted into the hole in the middle, tightened into a ball, and put into the big bag hanging on the wall.

Seeing that he was busy cooking, Zhou Sijie said, "You can do whatever you want. Do you start school tomorrow? Teacher Xia's class is over?"

"It's still two quarters away, just go again next Saturday."

Zhou Sijie thought for two seconds, as if counting the time, Lian Li said: "Ms. Li's class starts on the 22nd, so the time is right."

Zhou Sijie paused and said, "I'm not thinking about it. I was thinking about enrolling you in a Math Olympiad class. I saw the registration form yesterday and it seems that it started on the 21st."

Lian Li stopped picking vegetables, "Why did you suddenly think of enrolling me in the Math Olympiad class?"

"Your aunt said that she would enroll Yunyun in the city's youth math competition at the end of the year, so you should enroll in one too."

Lian Li drained the vegetables, "Got it, I'll discuss it with Mr. Xia tomorrow."

***

The next day was still a hot day, only at [-] o'clock in the morning, it was a little cooler when the sky just dawned, and it became hot and stuffy after [-] o'clock.

There was no one on the No. 43 bus, only four or five migrant workers dozed off with their heads up, and there were repeated snores in the carriage.

Lian Li chose the last row and took out his vocabulary book to start memorizing. It takes an hour to get to school, and he can memorize [-] words, so he has finished memorizing the words of the last unit.

"Youshui Lane is here, please get off through the back door."

The car door opened, and two boys came up, instantly breaking the inexplicable harmony in the car.

"Brother Jin, why don't we take a taxi? This bus doesn't even have an air conditioner, it's too hot." Although Jiang Lesheng said so, he quickly put in coins and followed closely behind Bian Jin.

The driver glared at him harshly.

"Fuck, you won't be able to wait for a taxi until your head teacher calls you." Bian Jin glanced at the car, and walked straight to the back car.

He sat in the penultimate row, Jiang Lesheng wanted to sit with him, but he stopped him, "Sit on the side, you won't be too hot if you stick together."

Jiang Lesheng pursed his lips, and sat down on the double seat on the left with grievances. Out of his corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the boy on the far right in the last row.

He winked at Bian Jin, and said with his lips: "Special outfit."

Bian Jin glanced back casually, amused, and propped his arms on the back of the chair, "I said who memorized vocabulary on the bus early in the morning."

Lian Li looked away from the vocabulary book, and calmly looked at Jin above him.

trouble.

Jiang Lesheng was taken aback, and pointed at the two of them, "Brother Jin, you two...know each other?"

Bian Jin sat like an old man, and said with a half-smile: "Who doesn't know him, the number one in the science class is Lian Li, right?"

Lian Li: "Yes."

Jiang Lesheng respected Lian Li spontaneously, "Awesome, no wonder he was the first in the grade and memorized vocabulary early in the morning!"

"Look at how promising you are." Bian Jin sat back and said disdainfully, "But you are right, special outfit."

The second impression was also very bad.

The three got off the bus at one stop, and Jiang Lesheng separated from them in the second teaching building.

Before leaving, he said to Bian Jin: "Brother Jin, don't forget that there is a party tonight!"

"Go when you are free."

In a few words, Lian Li was five or six meters away from him.

Bian Jin smiled and followed with strides.He followed Lian Li to the third teaching building, and then to the fifth floor, and finally both of them stood at the door of the third (9) classroom of senior high school.

Bian Jin raised his eyebrows, lowered his head slightly, and said condescendingly, "I can be in the same class as the first grader, my ancestral grave is smoking, right?"

"I'm the head teacher of your class, and I'm the one who smokes from the ancestral grave." Song Zhengqing slapped Bian Jin on the shoulder, "I'm standing at the door as the door god, go in quickly."

Bian Jin rubbed his shoulders and said dissatisfiedly, "It's not like I'm standing at the door alone, why don't you pat him?"

Song Zhengqing ignored him, and said to the seven or eight students who came to the class: "There are still two minutes for class, everyone go back to your seat and sit down."

Just after being divided into classes, the seats were randomly selected, and Bian Jin sat directly in the last row in the innermost part of the classroom.

The location is by the window, Wang's hometown.

Lian Liming was ahead of him in the classroom, but he was seated only now, and the two sat on the diagonal line of the classroom at the position closest to the front door.

Bian Jin sneered, as if no one would like to sit close to him.