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Meng Wenjun stood in front of the door, looking at the familiar number on the door plate.

The door in front of him was closed tightly, and the corners around the door frame were already mottled due to the many years of living there.

Just the right coincidence.

Zhou Zhou and Meng Wenjun took the elevator one after the other. The moment Zhou Zhou stepped into the threshold, the door of the elevator Meng Wenjun was riding opened in response, and he clearly heard Zhou Zhou's voice echoing in the empty floors.

"Come again." This is what Meng Wenjun said in his heart, and he read it softly.

It is resentment, but also worry.

Since the first day Zhou Zhou came here, every day after that, Meng Wenjun can bump into Zhou Zhou's figure.

She appeared in Arlene's room, sat on the sofa in the living room, and even talked back and forth with Zhang Yeqiu.

All of this made Meng Wenjun feel deeply disturbed.

Meng Wenjun didn't choose to knock on that door. While waiting for the elevator, he found his mobile phone, clicked on Chen Zhan's dialog box, and browsed the messages sent by Chen Zhan talking to himself.

"What is the relationship between you and Zhang Ailin?"

"What happened to Zhang Ailin and Zhou Zhou?"

"Where are you?"

"Why don't you talk??"

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Wenjun typed on the keyboard: "Sorry, I just saw the news now."

"Ah, Zhou Zhou likes Irene."

"I thought you two were friends, and you should have known it long ago."

Zhou Zhou put down the pen in his hand, took off his glasses, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "Okay, that's about all I've said today, and I've already told you the main points. If you have time, you can do it yourself." Take a look."

Zhang Ailin lay on the table with a heavy head, perfunctory: "Okay."

"What's the matter? Are you too tired?" Zhou Zhou remembered that Zhang Ailin's body hadn't recovered yet, and after sitting for such a long time, she should feel tired.

Zhang Ailin's eyes came out from the crook of her arms, looking at Zhou Zhou, her brows and eyes were curved, slightly tired: "No, I'm not tired."

Zhou Zhou stretched out his finger, stroked the most serious injury on Zhang Ailin's brow bone, and said worriedly: "Does the injury still hurt?"

Zhang Ailin hid in her arms, shook her head like a child, and asked instead: "Are you cold?" As she spoke, she stood up, raised her hand to pick up the remote control, and turned off the air conditioner.

Zhou Zhou withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "I'm fine, why do you think I'm cold?"

Zhang Ailin subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhou's cool finger that was touching her just now, then raised her head and looked into her eyes: "Just think about it."

Zhou Zhou laughed out loud: "A Lin, you are so cute."

Zhang Ailin pretended not to hear Zhou Zhou's words, looked at the books spread out on the table, and asked, "Why are you so serious?" As she spoke, she flipped the pages of the book with her fingers.

The moment she couldn't see it, Zhou Zhouxuan lowered his eyes: "We all have to work hard and get out of here together."

Zhang Ailin paused: "You mean, working hard to leave?"

Zhou Zhou smiled bitterly: "This is the only way I can think of."

Zhang Ailin turned the pages of the book in silence, the sound of the pages turning was particularly loud in the silence.

"What are you thinking?" Zhou Zhou asked.

Zhang Ailin stopped what she was doing and replied, "I'm thinking about Wang Bing."

"What happened to Teacher Wang Bing?"

All the words about Wang Bing in her mind were entangled like countless silk threads for a while, unable to sort out her thoughts, Zhang Ailin had no choice but to say: "He is a very good person."

Zhou Zhou complied with Zhang Ailin's words: "Yes, it was the first time I saw Mr. Wang Bing's eagerness when I came here on the first day."

Suddenly, Zhang Ailin turned her head and stared at Zhou Zhou at a loss: "I seem to know why Wang Bing said that."

"what?"

"He hopes that I will be fine." Zhang Ailin said, with a suddenly realized expression.

Zhou Zhou carefully captured these fragmentary words and tried his best to put together a clue from what Zhang Ailin said, but it was still vague: "Mr. Wang Bing has always had great expectations for you. When we were at the same table, we always He told me to take more care of you."

"Yes, he also hopes that I will work hard to leave as you said." Zhang Ailin said.

"To get rid of the pain." Zhou Zhou said.

"In order to get rid of everything you want to get rid of." Zhang Ailin agreed.

Zhou Zhou's eyes were red, and Zhang Ailin felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, hurriedly handing tissues and apologizing: "Did I say something wrong? Don't be sad."

Tears did not fall down in the end, Zhou Zhou said with a smile: "I am happy."

"What are you happy about?" Zhang Ailin was puzzled.

"I've never had the same feeling as now. I don't seem to be alone anymore." Zhou Zhou stretched out his finger and wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes.

I forgot how long ago, when Zhou Zhou mentioned it to the world around him, he always got contempt and bewilderment.

Forced by Wei Chan to learn things that I am not interested in at all, practice day after day, after finishing the first level test, it is a higher level, than after a game, it is a higher level, and I get a card. There are many more certificates waiting for her after the certificate.These things are like water flowing from all directions, in a steady stream.It tortured her continuously.

Zhou Zhou was powerless to resist, and could not resist.

"Anyway, they are also your parents."

"Even if there is something wrong with my mother, you have to forgive her, she is only for your own good."

"You'll understand when you grow up."

Zhou Zhou has always understood that his mother has always been doing it for his own good, hoping that he can achieve higher achievements and lead a better life, and get the attention of many people.

But those were never what Zhou Zhou wanted in his heart, never what Zhou Zhou liked to yearn for.

Whenever Zhou Zhou is on the way to various extracurricular classes that have been arranged, every step is a kind of torment for Zhou Zhou.Going forward, she told herself, was wrong; turning back, hurting Wei Chan's heart, was even more wrong.

Once, Wei Chan prepared for a game for a long time.

It is the same as all the competitions I have participated in before, but it seems to be different.

The same is the competition, but the difference is that Wei Chan is extraordinarily nervous.

Zhou Zhou took Wei Chan's hand and comforted him: "Mom, don't be nervous, I will do well."

"It doesn't matter, we just do our best. It doesn't matter even if we don't get the ranking, you will always be the best child in my mother's heart." Wei Chan held Zhou Zhou's little hand tightly.

His hands were covered with a layer of cold sweat.

Compared with Wei Chan's words, the eagerness in Wei Chan's eyes can make Zhou Zhou understand what Wei Chan wants more.

Sudden surge of psychological pressure.

It still stems from Zhou Zhou's love for Wei Chan.She didn't want to disappoint Wei Chan, so she had to push herself harder. When she stepped up the stage step by step, she felt as if a huge boulder weighed heavily in her heart, making her breathless.

The surrounding air seemed to be completely drawn away by the judges' eyes.

"Number three..." the judge sitting at the top read out.This is Zhou Zhou's code name for this competition.She didn't like being called so casually.

"The highest score is removed, the lowest score is removed, and the final score is 945 points." The tone was like a sentence.

When Zhou Zhou heard this number, the whole world seemed to lose its color, the applause of the people around seemed so strange, and the smile on Wei Chan's face in the audience seemed so terrifying.

The lights on the stage were changing colors, and everything around her seemed to be cut off from her. She just felt that she was stripped out of this world.

Zhou Zhou bowed numbly and stood numbly on the No.2 podium.The so-called podium is nothing more than a few wooden steps temporarily assembled together.

"Zhou Zhou, my baby, although we didn't get No.1, mother is proud of you." Wei Chan squatted in front of Zhou Zhou, hugged her in her arms, and said excitedly.

Could it be that the standard for evaluating whether a daughter is doing well or not is No.1 and No.2?

It's No.2, so it's not as good as No.1?

The leading judge came forward, stood opposite Wei Chan, and touched Zhou Zhou's head affectionately: "Zhou Zhou has great potential, and she has a special sense of beauty. Don't worry too much about the result of this competition." superior."

Wei Chan couldn't hold back the smile on her face, and she said polite words: "What's the matter? The No.1 child is really excellent. Zhou Zhou still has a lot to learn from her." .”

"It's just a difference of one-tenth of a point."

"What's the matter, the gap in scores, in fact, there are many things behind the gap."

Zhou Zhou was so sad.

She didn't want to continue dancing, the thought yelled out of her mind, never before had it been so strong.

Wei Chan told Zhou Zhou to wait for her in the lobby, and then hurried downstairs.

Zhou Zhou stood in front of the steps of the stairs, put his hands on the handrails of the stairs, looked down, and saw the spiral pattern of the stairs like a snail's shell, overlapping and changing from big to small.

Zhou Zhou stood on the highest staircase again, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed, and his mind went blank.

She opened her hands and pressed the center of gravity of her body forward, bit by bit.

Finally reached the point of imbalance.

She tumbled down the stairs.

All the pain ended with the pounding of the head against the cold wall.

Before losing consciousness, she vaguely heard Wei Chan shouting eagerly, and what she shouted was her name.

Except for competitions, she has never felt so strongly needed by Wei Chan.

very nice.

Zhang Ailin solemnly handed the picture she had drawn for a long time to Zhou Zhou, and looked into Zhou Zhou's eyes: "Don't be sad."

"You are really lacking in language." Zhou Zhou laughed through tears, and took Zhang Ailin's painting.

The painting is serious but clumsy handwriting, the top of the page is the sky, there are a few clouds in the sky, and a few chaffinches are flying beside the clouds.

The sun is shining.

Below is a house, next to the house there are two little figures drawn at the same height as the house, big-headed and light-footed, both smiling and holding hands together.

One marked "Zhou" on one side, and one marked "Lin" on the other side.

Zhang Ailin's face was still covered with bruises, she looked at Zhou Zhou with piercing eyes, and grinned, showing two rows of white teeth, like a dog seeing its owner: "I understand. Everything will be fine." of."