After Li Haoran was taken away by Chen Yang, Xiao Ran's ears finally cleared up. He found the Chinese language book, turned to "Yueyang Tower", and prepared to recite Fan Zhongyan's famous poem. However, his eyes slipped unconsciously to the side.
An empty seat in front.
That's Hu Xinzhou's position.
This taciturn transfer student has almost zero presence in the class. Her hair is disheveled, her eyebrows are low, she is silent, and does not participate in any discussions or extracurricular activities. She only has two sets of clothes, one school uniform and one black
Sportswear.
Xiao Ran noticed more than once that if there was water stains or dust on the table or stool, Hu Xinzhou would just wipe it with his sleeve and sit down without hesitation. In the eyes of a casual person, this is informality.
; In the eyes of a fastidious person, it is dirty. If it were Wu Yihan, he would definitely dislike the tables and chairs first, then take out the fragrant paper towel, wipe it repeatedly, and then wipe his hands with a wet paper towel.
Finally, take out the hand cream from your schoolbag and apply it again.
In addition to being silent, Hu Xinzhou also has a strange label, that is, being late. She arrives at school almost every day when the morning reading class is about to end. She always rushes to her seat in a hurry, and then takes out various items from her crudely made schoolbag.
Assignments are given to class representatives.
However, today, the morning reading class is almost over, and Hu Xinzhou still hasn’t arrived.
Xiao Ran would see Hu Xinzhou on the way to school almost every day. But he was sitting in the car, and Hu Xinzhou was in the crowd of people on the roadside. She was wearing her black sportswear, which was old and new, and she had two schoolbags on her back, one big and one big.
She was small, holding a small rice bag in her left hand, and holding an eight or nine-year-old girl in her right hand. The little girl's clothes did not fit well, but her braids were neatly tied. This should be Hu Xinzhou's sister, Xiao Ran thought.
There were people in twos and threes who looked like grandparents holding children in their early ten years, and there were also young parents riding electric scooters with their children behind them. It seemed that there was an elementary school nearby. Hu Xinzhou should be sending his younger sister to school. Xiao Ran speculated. Walking towards the campus in the early morning facing the first ray of sunshine, it was originally a lively scene. However, every time Xiao Ran saw the backs of Hu Xinzhou and the sisters, there was always an inexplicable sadness in the familiarity. He vaguely remembered that he had not lived there before
Before Xiao Ran's body, he should have had a sister.
The children who were sent to school holding hands with their parents and family all looked so calm and relaxed, with some reluctance that they were not aware of the blessings in the midst of blessings. However, Hu Xinzhou, who still needed the care of his parents at an age, had to take care of him.
The younger sister looked so thin and frail in the crowd. On rainy days, the heavy schoolbag, the incomplete umbrella, the ubiquitous raindrops, and the messy wet hair sticking to the face made the sisters feel uncomfortable.
The two of them looked particularly helpless and frightened.
At that time, Xiao Ran always wanted the driver to stop and give him a ride, but in the end he gave up. Maybe Hu Xinzhou didn't want his classmates to see him in such a mess. Xiao Ran thought, no, strictly speaking, it was Zhao Yinxi.
Think so.
Today, when Xiao Ran was sitting in the car and saw Sister Hu Xinzhou, the situation was slightly different from the past. At that time, his car was parked waiting for a red light, and he suddenly saw Hu Xinzhou walking back from the elementary school against the flow of people on the zebra crossing ahead.
Hu Xinzhou was carrying two schoolbags. Her face was pale and her steps were unbalanced. She ran to the other side of the road in a panic. Along the way, she almost bumped into an old man who was sending his children off, causing him to be scolded.
What's wrong? Xiao Ran thought. Is there something wrong with the other party? Yes, where is the little girl? Did Hu Xinzhou lose her sister?
Xiao Ran said: "Uncle, stop for a moment!" This is the driver of Xiao's mother's beauty salon. Normally, Xiao's mother has to sleep in, so it is basically the driver of the beauty salon who picks up Xiao Ran.
"What's wrong, Xiao Ran? You can't park here. Look, there are cars behind you and police everywhere. They want to fine you. What's the matter with you? Did you forget your homework? It's okay. You never did your homework before, right?
If the teacher asks you, just say that your homework was eaten by your dog. If the teacher doesn’t believe it, the worst possible outcome is to have the teacher confront the dog.” The driver kept chattering in a smart way. I guess it’s not a fuel-efficient light when you go to school.
Xiao Ran stopped talking and turned to look at Hu Xinzhou's stumbling back, wondering about the chaotic life of this girl.
The bell rang for the first period, and Chinese teacher Zhou Yiyun walked into the classroom with light steps. Teacher Zhou was about forty years old, and she had almost all the advantages of a middle school Chinese teacher. She was elegant, gentle, knowledgeable, and Buddhist.
Compared with Teacher Chen Yang who seizes the day and strives for the top, Teacher Zhou seems to have lived for hundreds of years, calm and unconcerned.
Teacher Zhou's beautiful eyes swept across the classroom and stayed on the empty seat for a moment. A trace of worry flashed across her face.