The little man on the apex

A day later, the private school started.

When it was lunch break, Yan Heyi still didn't go to the couch to take a nap, but sat in front of the desk, casually flipping through the book in her hand.

Yuan Xi was playing hopscotch with the children in the yard, and a thin layer of sweat was already breaking out on his back.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed child pointed at the door and shouted excitedly: "Boss Yuan, look, Brother Ziyu is here!"

Everyone looked at the door one after another, only to see Zhou Ziyu standing at the door, leaning carefully inside.

Yan Heyi in the room pulled out her spirit from the book, wondering in her heart: Why did this little ancestor become the boss in just a few days?

Since the last time Yuanxi took the slingshot and beat the homeless man away, and harvested the "Egg King" at the egg erection game on the vernal equinox, the children have completely become Yuanxi's devout followers, and the title has also changed from the original "Yuan "Brother Xi", suddenly became "Old Leader".

Seeing Zhou Ziyu coming, Yuan Xi rushed out to greet him, pulled his sleeve affectionately, led him into the yard, and sat on the stone steps under the tree in the yard.

Yan Heyi saw such a fair and clean man come to look for Yuanxi, and sat so close to him, she couldn't even read the book at all.

He tried his best to maintain a gentleman's demeanor, looking out calmly on his face, but comparing randomly in his heart.

The man seemed to be much shorter than himself, not as tall as Yuan Xi.

The short shirt he was wearing was not as neat as his own long shirt. As for the bridge of the nose, it didn't seem very high either.

However, the skin is quite fair.

Overall, he's still pretty cute...

The more Yan Heyi thought about it, the more angry she became. Seeing Yuan Xi holding the man's hand again, she couldn't help biting her silver teeth, and unconsciously clenched the book in her hand.

It's really unreasonable, what do you think of my private school?

This Jiang Yuanxi actually smiled so brightly, could it be that he is like this with every man?

In the future, I will never be fooled by his tricks again.

He thought of that bowl of red chicken soup again, and the truth he concluded at that time: beautiful things are often dangerous.

Now savoring carefully, it can be said to be the truth.

Here, Jiang Yuanxi, who was trembling with laughter, committed a heinous and unforgivable crime, was busy helping an unknown man with his emotional problems.

Pointing to the thing in Zhou Ziyu's hand, he asked gossipingly, "He really gave this to you? Did he say anything?"

Zhou Ziyu stroked the red string with the small silver bell in his hand, and said in a low voice: "That's right, I met Brother Feng on the bridge over there yesterday, he stopped me and asked a few questions about my family. , and then gave me this, saying that I bought it casually in the town, and said... I also said that I have thin wrists and look good on it."

Having said that, the blush on Zhou Ziyu's face has spread to the base of his ears.

Yuan Xi's eyes lit up in an instant, and he shook the red rope in his hand. Although the silver bell on it was small, its sound was particularly crisp and pleasant.

The elder brother Feng that Zhou Ziyu mentioned was the eldest son of the Feng family——Feng Wanlong, who was in his early twenties and had not yet been engaged.Yuan Xi leaned closer to Zhou Ziyu again, and said mysteriously, "Ziyu, do you like Brother Feng?"

Zhou Ziyu hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly, then shook his head quickly, and said with a somewhat flustered expression: "I... I don't know, he is strong and a good person."

Immediately, he added with a sigh: "He... is fine."

It seems to be talking to Yuan Xi, and it seems to be talking to himself.

Yuan Xi returned the red rope to Zhou Ziyu, and said firmly, "I think Brother Feng likes you, so he gave you this, is it a token of love?"

In fact, he doesn't understand these at all, and it is precisely because he does not understand that he is more interested in it. Coupled with his limited experience in obedience, he feels that gifts from lovers can be regarded as tokens of love.

Hearing this, Zhou Ziyu shook his head desperately, and then murmured: "I...I don't know, he never said he likes me, and maybe he already has someone else he likes."

Yuan Xi stared into Zhou Ziyu's eyes, and said seriously: "If you really like someone, tell him, and learn to fight for yourself."

This remark was made up by Yuan Xi's nonsense, and it seemed quite reasonable.

Zhou Ziyu lowered his head and twisted his palms, hesitantly said: "I'm still young, I haven't thought about this."

Yuan Xi is 19 years old this year, and Zhou Ziyu is just in his early years. He is a little younger and innocent, so he really doesn't know much about these matters of love.

Yuan Xi didn't mind the trouble and urged Zhou Ziyu to test Feng Wanlong, Zhou Ziyu was so teased that his face flushed, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his itch.

The two immediately had a quarrel, and temporarily left the topic about Feng Wanlong out of the blue.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a few small white flowers floated down and landed on Yuan Xi's shoulders.

When he raised his head, he felt a strong aroma rushing into his nose.

This year's spring was exceptionally warm. The old locust tree in the courtyard of the private school has been dotted with locust flowers since some time ago, clusters of locust flowers crowded together like clouds.

Yuan Xi stood up, hugged the trunk of the locust tree, and shook it vigorously twice, and the dots of locust blossoms floated down like rain, covering the heads and bodies of the two of them.

Zhou Ziyu also got up and shook with Yuan Xi.

Soon, snow-white Sophora japonica fell all over the ground.

The surrounding children were also attracted by the pagoda tree rain, and ran over to join their nonsense.

A Sophora japonica flower fell into Yuan Xi's palm, Yuan Xi gently pinched it and put it in his mouth.

The petals are fragrant, but a hint of rich sweetness bursts from the flower stem.

When he was young, he had eaten prepared Sophora japonica honey, and this was the first time he had eaten fresh Sophora japonica.

The lower-bearing Sophora japonica flowers were picked up in an instant, and they started thinking about the upper branches again.

Among them, Yuanxi is the tallest. He tried his best to stand on tiptoe and stretch his arms, but he was still half an inch short. Gouwa's bamboo pole with a hook was placed in the loquat garden last time, which is a long way from the private school. Some distance away, no one is willing to pick it up.

At this time, Yuan Xi turned his head and met Yan Heyi's eyes with unclear meaning.

He hurried into the house, tilted his head in front of Yan Heyi, and said with a playful smile: "Mr. Yan, we need your help."

Yan Heyi's face was calm, but she was muttering to herself: Look, I can't do without me.

He is seven feet eight inches tall (jin ruler, 1.91), and he was born with long hands and long legs, just like a majestic green pine, tall and straight, standing on tiptoe, he can easily pick the Sophora japonica flowers on it.

Yan Heyi tried her best to restrain the joy in her heart, and picked a bunch of Sophora japonica flowers for everyone, and when she handed them to Zhou Ziyu, she raised the tip of her eyebrows unobtrusively, as if saying, "Only such a height can be worthy of "Shangyuanxi" and the like.

Yuan Xi stuffed Sophora japonica flowers into his mouth one by one, and smiled heartlessly.

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After school, every child brought home a large bag of Sophora japonica, and Yan Heyi also filled a basket full.

Due to the unsparing infusion of the fragrance of the Sophora japonica flower, both of them exuded a fresh fragrance.

In the evening, Yan Heyi was cooking in the kitchen, while Yuan Xi accepted the task given by Yan Heyi, and obediently sat on the stone bench in the courtyard to choose Sophora japonica flowers.

He carefully selected the hard branches and pagoda tree leaves mixed with it, rinsed it several times with clear water from the well, and put it in a drained bamboo basket.

After dinner was ready, Yuan Xi picked up a few mouthfuls at random with the bowl in his hand, picked up a few more mouthfuls of vegetables, then put down his chopsticks, leaving half a bowl of rice.

Yan Heyi pushed the rice bowl in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "Why do you eat so little? In the past, you never had leftovers."

Yuan Xi lowered his head and touched his swollen belly, blinked his eyes and said, "Sophia japonica eats too much, I can't eat anymore."

Yan Heyi sneered when she heard the words, and asked softly: "Do you like eating Sophora japonica so much?"

Yuan Xi nodded, and then glanced at Yan Heyi quietly, before he read some poems like "Who knows the food on the plate, every grain is hard work", the soles of his feet were oily.

Yan Heyi shook her head helplessly, picked up the plate on the table, put some bamboo shoots and stewed meat into Yuanxi's bowl, covered the bowl with a clean plate, put it aside, and continued to eat her own meal.

He reckoned that Yuanxi must digest quickly after eating a full stomach of Sophora japonica, and if he was hungry in the middle of the night, he would just get up and warm up the food in this bowl.

However, who is that man in the daytime? Yuan Xi is so innocent that he cannot be kidnapped.

He was thinking wildly, Zhou Ziyu's face was gradually distorted in his mind, turning into a three-headed, six-armed, blue-faced and fangs appearance, after a meal, the rice bowl was almost poked open.

After dinner, Yan Heyi cooked the Sophora japonica flowers washed by Yuanxi, chopped some meat stuffing into it, added five-spice powder, soy sauce, pepper and other seasonings, and patiently stirred in one direction until it was strong, then covered it The lid was placed on the stovetop.

After finishing this, he took the wooden basin and prepared to come out to wash up, when he looked up, he saw Yuan Xi.

Yuan Xi was sitting on a stone bench in the yard with his chin in his hands, lost in thought, and he was smiling deeply.

Yan Heyi thought to herself, "I'm probably thinking about that man in the daytime, and I knew that man didn't look like a gentleman."

He frowned slightly, stared at Yuan Xi quietly for a moment, then walked into the room, opened the cabinet, took out a wooden box, and put it in front of Yuan Xi.

Yuan Xi was full and had nothing to do, so he sat on the stone bench and wandered alone. For some reason, he thought of the story of the fairy and the seven children that Yan Heyi told that night.

He brought Yan Heyi into a fairy in colorful clothes, imagining him with his hips crossed and blushing, arguing with the monkey in the heaven who was stealing peaches, the more he thought about it, the more he found it interesting, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Yuan Xi was immersed in it when he was taken aback by Yan Heyi, a wooden box that fell from the sky.

He raised his head and asked in a daze, "Brother, is this for me?"

Yan Heyi straightened her shoulders, and said in a cold voice, "Yes, it's for you."

Yuan Xi couldn't help smiling when he heard this, and hastily opened the wooden box.

I saw a slender writing brush lying in the box, with a layer of yellow silk under it.

He picked up the pen carefully, kept rubbing the barrel of the pen, and admired sincerely: "Brother, this pen is so exquisite, is it specially made for me?"

The corners of Yan Heyi's mouth moved undetectably, and then said bluntly: "I picked it up... I picked it up, it's not suitable for me, so I'll use it for you."

He grabbed the corner of the clothes with his lowered hand, and added: "If you don't like it, just throw it away."