Sang Zhi couldn't tell whether he was joking or stating the facts. She rubbed the milk bottle with her fingertips, pretending to be understanding, and asked him: "Brother, have you never seen these two movies?"
Duan Jiaxu's lips curved slightly: "I've seen "Transformers"."
Sure enough.
Sure enough, it was out of ignorance that I could say something like that.
Knowing something he didn't know, Sang Zhi was a little proud. She stood up and explained to him meekly: "Ruhua is not the name of the movie, it is a supporting role in a Hong Kong movie called..."
Speaking of this, she stopped, and for a moment she couldn't remember the movie title: "Call, call--"
Unable to wait for her next words for a long time, Duan Jiaxu stared at her racking her brains and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "The name Ruhua is quite nice."
Sang Zhi was still thinking about the name and ignored him.
Not minding her indifference, Duan Jiaxu continued: "She must be a pretty girl?"
This time Sang Zhi couldn't pretend that he didn't hear anything. He raised his head and was about to retort. The next moment, he pinched her face playfully and continued, "Like little Sang Zhi?"
Sang Zhi: "..."
Sang Zhi couldn't believe her ears or what she heard.
He actually said that she looked like a flower.
a bolt from the blue!
Soon, Duan Jiaxu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and checked the time. He glanced around and pointed to a convenience store not far away: "Where should I write?"
Sang Zhi was still frozen in place and didn't say a word.
Duan Jiaxu turned around and trailed off: "Huh? Why doesn't Xiao Ruhua say anything?"
"..."
Still! Small! As! Flower!
Sunny! Sky! Spiral! Spin! Thunder! Thunder!
Sang Zhi couldn't figure out whether he was praising her or ridiculing her. She was a little aggrieved, and her tone was not very happy: "Don't call me that, Ruhua is not beautiful at all."
"Really?" Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows, "It sounds quite beautiful."
Hearing this, Sang Zhi raised her head and stared at him. Seeing his expression, she suddenly realized something was wrong. Reminiscent of his reaction when he heard the word "Ruhua" in the first place, it was obviously the same as the one he was pretending to be now.
The stunned look is completely different.
Sang Zhi instantly understood that he was just teasing her.
She looked at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, then straightened her lip line and walked silently towards the convenience store.
This kid has quite a temper.
Duan Jiaxu laughed twice and followed slowly.
The space of this convenience store is not small. In addition to selling various products, there is also a machine set up next to the cashier to sell ready-to-eat foods such as sausages and noodles. In front of the freezer, there are two empty tables.
Sang Zhi sat in the innermost seat.
Duan Jiaxu sat across from her and took out her homework from his backpack: "Write it."
Sang Zhi took it and opened the weekly diary.
It's quiet inside the convenience store.
The clerk was standing at the checkout counter playing with his mobile phone without making any big noise. The smell of noodles and fish eggs was particularly strong, and the smell filled the entire room.
Duan Jiaxu held his chin and looked at her: "Child, have you had breakfast?"
Sang Zhi took out his pen and didn't want to pay attention to him, so he nodded silently.
Duan Jiaxu: "Do you still want to eat?"
Sang Zhi shook his head.
"Then brother, go buy some breakfast?"
Sang Zhi nodded.
Duan Jiaxu got up and walked towards the cashier.
Sang Zhi wrote the date in his weekly diary and looked quietly at Duan Jiaxu.
At this moment, he was standing in front of the merchandise rack. There was enough light in the store, which showed that his skin was very white, and there was a grayish tint under his eyes. He looked like he had stayed up late for a long time, but he was in good spirits. When he looked at things, his eyes would always be casual.
The ground is gathered, focused and gentle.
But the smile is always careless.
Like a polite scumbag.
Soon, Duan Jiaxu came back with a sandwich.
Sang Zhi lowered his eyes and pretended to think about the beginning.
Duan Jiaxu took a bottle of water and a professional book from his bag. Then he tore open the package and lazily took a bite of the sandwich. He looked good and didn't make much noise, but he ate not too slowly.
.
The palm-sized sandwich was quickly finished.
Sang Zhi took his time writing, but his mind couldn't focus entirely on his homework. It always drifted to him involuntarily.
Recalling what Sang Yan said before, they only moved to the campus after finishing the exam.
Then it should be a holiday now.
I heard from my parents that Sang Yan didn't go home because she still had primary school term.
So is this unified?
Sensing Sang Zhi's distraction, Duan Jiaxu tapped the table with his knuckles and said calmly: "Do your homework."
Sang Zhi regained consciousness and nodded again.
The table was round and the space was not very big. The two people's notebooks were overlapped. Duan Jiaxu glanced at it and simply closed the textbook, leaned back, and gave up all his seats to her.
A long time passed.
Duan Jiaxu saw the unopened milk on the table and asked aloud: "Don't you want to drink milk?"
Hearing this, Sang Zhi raised his eyes, glanced at the milk, then glanced in the direction of Duan Jiaxu, and then silently stuffed the bottle of milk into his schoolbag.
Looking at her actions, Duan Jiaxu said amusedly: "Why do you make it look like your brother is trying to steal from you?"
Sang Zhi remained silent.
Duan Jiaxu half-joked: "Why don't you drink it for your brother?"
Sang Zhi turned her head and cautiously closed the zipper of her schoolbag.
"Why are you such a hot-tempered kid?" Duan Jiaxu sat lazily, with a vague frivolity on his face, "Brother, I just made a joke to you and you stopped talking to me?"
This time Sang Zhi didn't even move his eyelids.
Duan Jiaxu didn't care too much and just said softly: "You are a heartless boy."
Sang Zhi couldn't help it anymore and said stiffly: "I want to do my homework."
Duan Jiaxu glanced at her weekly diary and saw that she had already written most of it. He said leisurely: "Okay, you write it."
Once the first sentence was uttered, the rest of the words became easier to say. Sang Zhi no longer had a one-sided cold war with him like before. Seeing that the homework was almost finished, he pretended to ask casually: "Brother, you haven't done it yet."
Is it a holiday?"
"Nope."
"Oh, do you live here?"
"no."
Sang Zhi thought for a while and guessed: "Then your course is over and you are going home for the summer vacation?"
"No, why are you still curious about me?" Duan Jiaxu tapped her homework with his fingertips and said calmly, "Hurry up and finish writing. After you finish, go to school."
"……oh."
At a quarter past seven, Sang Zhi completed the weekly diary.
She packed her things, put on her schoolbag, and left the convenience store with Duan Jiaxu.
Seeing that it was still early, Duan Jiaxu simply sent her to the school gate.
Inexplicably, she didn't want to leave. Sang Zhi did everything slowly. She said goodbye to him tenderly, then slowly turned around and walked towards the school.
Soon, Duan Jiaxu suddenly called her, as if he remembered something, and handed her a folded piece of paper from his pocket: "By the way, kid, I forgot to tell you."
Sang Zhi took it slowly: "Ah?"
"Brother took a peek at your weekly diary." His tone seemed to be a little apologetic, but Sang Zhi couldn't find it. Then, Duan Jiaxu pointed to the small paper ball in her hand and said in a drawl.
: "So my brother wrote a new article to compensate you."
It was still early and most of the classrooms were empty.
There are still twenty minutes left before morning reading starts, and the students in the class usually arrive at the right time. Sang Zhi walked to his seat, sat down, and took out everything in his schoolbag.
It wasn't until the entire schoolbag was empty that she stopped and groped in her pockets.
Take out the small paper ball Duan Jiaxu just gave you.
Take it apart and flatten it.
Sure enough, it was a weekly diary, and it seemed to imitate her handwriting.
Small, graceful, stroke by stroke.
The title was "Helping Brother Move to the Dormitory". The content was written seriously and seriously, and he wrote down the day's events in detail like a running account. She turned it over, and he added in big letters on the back: It is no longer needed.
Sang Zhi couldn't imagine that scene.
Maybe it was getting late at that time, and the surrounding lights were dimmed. He was sitting at his desk, and he encountered a rare problem, and he had a headache to hold back such an article.
Maybe this is the picture.
The scene made her breathing and heartbeat begin to speed up.
Then, I tasted sugar in the air.
Sang Zhi's thoughts were a little blank, so she read it carefully again, the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily, then she folded the paper and carefully stuffed it into her drawing book.
At this moment, Yin Zhenru also arrived in the class. She walked in from the back door and said hello to Sang Zhi.
After walking a few steps, she turned around and asked, "Hey, why are you so happy today?"
Hearing this, Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment and managed to suppress the uncontrollable smile on his face.
"No, I remembered a joke."
Yin Zhenru didn't ask any more questions. She glanced around and noticed the milk on Sang Zhi's table, and wondered: "Aren't you allergic to milk? Why did you buy milk?"
Sang Zhi was silent for a few seconds and put the milk into the drawer: "I accidentally took the wrong one."
After returning home, Sang Zhi put the bottle of milk in the refrigerator.
I was also afraid of being seen by Li Ping.
She hesitated, but finally hid it in the box where she kept her treasures. When she remembered, she took it out and looked at it.
Time passes day by day.
Even though the distance is very close. After Sang Zhi leaves school, she only needs to walk for five minutes to reach the place where that person is. She can even pretend to be looking for Sang Yan so as to meet the person in her heart.
But she didn't have the courage.
I always feel like nothing is right in anything I do.
I'm worried that she won't be able to hide it at all.
That little thought that only you care about.
Half a month passed like this.
On the first day of summer vacation, when Sang Zhi took out the bottle of milk, Li Ping happened to see it. Thinking that Sang Zhi wanted to drink milk, Li Ping tactfully talked to her.
After saying that, she was still worried that Sang Zhi would drink it and wanted to confiscate it.
Sang Zhi could only pour out the milk inside, then wash the bottle and dry it. She would occasionally put her folded stars into it, one after another, day after day.
Later, I also included the weekly diary written by Duan Jiaxu.
The little bud gradually took shape and grew into a huge tree.
She began to have a small hope.
Something to look forward to every day.
I hope the days can go by faster.
I hope I can grow up quickly.
In early August, because Sang Rong and Liping were going to another city to attend a friend's wedding, only Sang Yan and Sang Zhi were left at home. Before departure, Liping gave Sang Yan a lot of instructions, asking him to take good care of himself.
Take care of your sister.
Coupled with Sang Rong's threats, Sang Yan could only agree impatiently.
On the first day of their lives, they were quite harmonious.
Sang Yan spent most of the time lying in bed playing with his mobile phone. Occasionally Sang Zhi would come over to bother him, but he would just deal with it perfunctorily. When it was time for dinner, they would order takeout and eat separately.
The day passed like this.
But the next day, a friend invited him out to play games.
Sang Yan didn't want to refuse, so she quickly changed her clothes and left the room.
At this time, Sang Zhi was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching cartoons. When she heard the noise, she looked over, with no expression on her face, quietly.
Sang Yan walked to the entrance to put on her shoes: "I'm going out for a while, you can do your homework at home."
Sang Zhi understood: "Are you going out to play?"
Sang Yan answered the question incorrectly: "Call me if you need anything."
Sang Zhi: "No."
Sang Yan stopped and said with a half-smile, "Can you still control me?"
Sang Zhi looked at the TV again, picked up the potato chips on the coffee table and opened them: "What will I do if a thief comes later? I can't beat him."
"Close the door, no one will come."
"Then what if I'm hungry? I have nothing to eat."
Sang Yan became impatient and stared at the bag of potato chips in her hand: "How many snacks in the cabinet are not enough for you?"
Sang Zhi bit into potato chips: "I don't want to eat snacks."
Sang Yan stared at her: "Then what do you want to eat?"
Sang Zhi: “I don’t want to eat snacks anyway.”
Sang Yan endured her anger and took off her shoes: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll go out and bring it to you."
Sang Zhi glanced at him and said matter-of-factly: "I haven't decided yet."
"..."
"Kid." Sang Yan knelt down and pinched her face hard, "When I was your age, my parents were not at home. Not only did I have to get food for myself, I also had to get your share."
Sang Zhi's face was deformed by him, and his words were slurred: "This is different."
"What's different?"
"You didn't have an older brother when you were my age." Sang Zhi didn't even blink, smiling like a little fox and speaking slowly, "—but I did."
"..."
The friend called again to urge her, but Sang Yan was not interested in bothering her anymore: "Now you have two choices. Either you tell me what you want to eat now and I will go out and buy it for you, or you can wait at home to die."
Sang Zhi continued to eat potato chips: "I choose the second one."
"..."
After saying that, Sang Zhi took out the phone from under her buttocks and pulled out Sang Rong's number. She stared at the screen and muttered: "Okay, I want to tell dad-"
Sang Yan snorted: "You can complain if you want."
He was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore and walked back to the entrance hall.
After a two-second pause, Sang Zhi's voice on the phone came from behind: "Dad."
Sang Yan puts on the first shoe.
Before she could put on the second shoe, she heard Sang Zhi say in a very honest tone: "Brother told me to die."