Shiraishi

"Grandma doesn't know, there is no way to deal with this matter." Mrs. Ye finally finished peeling the garlic, shaking the vegetable basket, and took Ye Zheng's hand, "Let's go, grandma is cooking."

Ye Zheng nodded, and just as he was about to turn around, he saw the door of the Qin family opened, and the old lady Qin waved to her.

"What's the matter, Grandma Qin, is there something wrong?"

The old lady Qin smiled kindly, and handed Ye Zheng a handful of candy. The crystal clear candy wrapper reflected rainbow-colored light, making Ye Zheng swallow his saliva.When he was changing his teeth, his grandmother was very strict, and Ye Zheng could only eat a few candies during the holidays.

"Hey, Grandma Qin knows that Zhaozhao did something wrong this time, so I will ask her to apologize to you immediately. But can you help Grandma Qin bring Zhaozhao back first? You tell her that I made salted duck for her, and let her hurry up Come back and eat."

Ye Zheng put the candy in his pocket, ready to save it and eat it slowly later. After thinking about it, he pursed his lips and asked, "Then what if she gets beaten by Uncle Qin when she comes back?"

"It's okay, I've already scolded her father." The old lady Qin seemed to say it deliberately to Qin Ge in the room, and raised her voice, "I'm still alive, old lady, and it's not for Qin Ge's turn to be a wolf cub in this family." Make the decision, go and help grandma bring Zhaozhao back."

Ye Zheng hummed, looked back at his grandmother, and walked towards the river after getting approval from his eyes.

Qin Du was indeed by the river, sitting on the pier, rubbing his eyes and shaking his legs.

"...Zhao Zhao, your grandma scolded your father and told you to go back and eat salted duck."

Hearing the food, Qin Du immediately lost his previous anger and depression, and rolled his eyes: "Are there any duck legs left for me?"

"Your grandma left it for you."

"Okay, then I'll forcefully go back." Qin Du was heartless after all, and now he acted as if nothing had happened, he was completely different from the one who was crying and about to run away from home just now, except for the circles around his eyes Still red, still looking aggrieved.Jumping down to pat his butt, he naturally took Ye Zheng's hand.

"Did my grandma give you candy?"

Ye Zheng was taken aback: "Yes, how do you know?"

"Because I saw it." Such a bright candy wrapper, if you can't see it, you are blind.Qin Du chuckled, and picked one out of Ye Zheng's small pocket with a hook of his little hand.

"Give me one, I'm going to hit my dad on the head with it tonight."

This kind of hard fruit candy, although it is not a big deal to be smashed, it is enough to make people irritated.Ye Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the previous depression was gone, children were like this, and they didn't get angry for long.Besides, looking at Qin Du's appearance, it seemed that he didn't intend to offend her, so he gently held Qin Du.

It's strange to say that it was clearly Qin Du who was sorry for Ye Zheng, but it was Ye Zheng who was so careful now.

"Your father is so nice, why do you keep messing with him?"

Qin Du snorted heavily from his nose: "Who told him to hit me, neither of us has a good thing." Ye Zheng saw her serious appearance scolding him together, and finally couldn't help chuckling, revealing a little Pointy canine teeth.

"I really admire you."

"Envy me being beaten?" Qin Du frowned, looking at Ye Zheng like an alien.Obviously she should be envious of Ye Zheng, so obedient, all the neighbors in the neighborhood like her, including Qin Ge, who always asks herself and Ye Zheng to learn more, which is annoying to death.

Ye Zheng didn't explain, his smile disappeared, and he returned to his usual calm appearance, lowering his head and not speaking.The two of them walked like this, slowly and gently.

"However, I'm really sorry, I will definitely not do this in the future."

Qin Du finally spoke, stepping on the stone slabs under his feet one by one, seemingly carelessly, but his footsteps were firm and persistent. He must step on the center of the stone slabs firmly to divert his attention, in case the atmosphere is too embarrassing. Then I couldn't go on.After all, it's okay to fight and fight. Qin Du is really not good at this kind of confession.

"I just want to have fun with you. I'm used to fighting with my dad at home, so..."

"Well, I know."

Ye Zheng didn't have any special reaction, and accepted the apology calmly as always.

After a while of silence, Qin Du twitched rarely, and took out a small white flower from his small pocket.Perhaps it has been placed for a long time, and the edges of the petals have turned slightly yellow.

Qin Du felt a little regretful, but still slowly handed it to Ye Zheng: "I just chose this from Uncle Huo, and I chose this little flower. Just this time, it shouldn't matter, right?"

Ye Zheng was a little surprised, took it over and looked at it carefully, and then stared at Qin Du's ears that were obviously red from embarrassment.

"This is... Jasmine? Did you give it to me?"

"Well, see you off."

As the sky darkened little by little, the small light bulbs in the alley also lit up a warm yellow light one by one.Two small shadows lead each other, and the years flow quietly in the wind carrying the fragrance of flowers.

Back at the door, Qin Du took a deep breath and let go of Ye Zheng's hand.

"Okay, you go back first, I'll go in right away."

Ye Zheng nodded, but did not leave: "Are you afraid?"

"Yes," Qin Du admitted generously, rubbing his butt with lingering fear, his face wrinkled into a ball. "Being beaten to death by him, I knew I was picked up by my grandma."

"Then I will accompany you."

Qin Du waved his hand, and pushed Ye Zheng towards the house: "No, your stomach is growling, go back and eat quickly, don't make your grandma wait."

Ye Zheng didn't insist, and entered the room obediently, watched Qin Du knock on the door with his hands on his butt from the crack of the door, and was carried in by Grandma Qin.After listening for a while, after making sure she was not beaten again, she finally closed the door, wrapped the jasmine flower in a handkerchief, and put it in the book.

Soft dusk, a thousand nights, Ye Zheng's childhood memories are only the father and daughter of the Qin family who are always noisy and grandma who loves to watch.So when the Chinese teacher said before the end of get out of class that he would write a childhood composition in the next class, the corners of Ye Zheng's mouth twitched and he sighed inaudibly.

"What's the matter?" Qin Du, who had good ears, turned from the front row and couldn't stop fiddling with Ye Zheng's pencil case.Even though he is already in the first grade of junior high school, his ADHD-like temperament has not changed.

The electric fan above his head whirled, Ye Zheng shook his head, and lay powerlessly on the table.Qin Du took a pen and fiddled with Ye Zheng's thin bangs.

"You're so lethargic, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"You want to go?"

Qin Du smiled slyly: "Well, I kind of think about it."

Ye Zheng sat up propped up, and tugged at the wrinkled hem of the school uniform.

"Let's go then."

Having grown up together for ten years, the rhythm of the two walking has been completely consistent.After stepping out of the noisy classroom, Qin Du greeted everyone he saw, and his vigor was still exactly the same as when he was a child.

"No wonder the kindergarten teacher said you were a sunflower, so brilliant." Ye Zheng said helplessly as he straightened her school uniform collar.

"You remember this, I have forgotten." Qin Du smiled embarrassedly. This nickname came from a role played by Qin Du when he performed a children's play in kindergarten. It was only when Zheng mentioned Qin Du that he roughly remembered some fragments.

"They are all acquaintances, of course we have to say hello. Ye Zheng, you are too lonely, you just stay with me every day, or you just sit there by yourself and read those picture albums you don't understand. You want some sunshine, come, rely on the sunflower near-point."

Ye Zheng looked at the "Sunflower" bouncing up and sticking to it, and pushed her away with disgust.

"Okay, if you don't hurry up, the bell will ring in a while."

Qin Du didn't care at all, he held Ye Zheng's arm and said as he walked, "By the way, how are you going to write that composition? Sister Xia is really too. She's even in junior high school and still writing about her childhood. What's there to write about?"

"Ms. Li likes you so much, she will be sad when you say that." Ye Zheng said.

"It's not that if she likes me, she must like her. I still like Teacher Duan more." Qin Du curled his lips, "But it doesn't mean that I don't like Miss Xia, you know what I mean."

Ye Zheng nodded. Although Qin Du was good at speaking, he always had no logic when talking to her. He had already gotten used to saying what he thought of over the years.

"But is Teacher Duan really that good? In fact, I think it's average."

Speaking of this, Qin Du was rarely serious, shook his head and said: "No, of course he is very good. I think he is very handsome every time he writes formulas, and he treats me very well. Praise me in the homework."

"That's it?" Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Actually, every teacher treats you very well, so please praise you often."

Who doesn't like such a generous, cheerful student with good grades?

"No, I think Teacher Duan and I may have a predestined relationship in a previous life." Qin Du put on a serious face, speaking as if it was true, and his ears started to turn red again from excitement. "As soon as I saw him, I was very kind. It felt like reuniting after a long absence. It is no exaggeration to say that I feel closer to him than to my father."

"Okay, got it. Go, I'll wait for you at the door."

Qin Du wanted to say something else, but when he turned his head and saw that he was already in the toilet, he had no reason to be bothered, and patted Ye Zheng on the shoulder familiarly, turned around and got in.Ye Zheng looked at her back, wondering what he was thinking.

After class, Ye Zheng faced the blank grid paper without thinking at all.Qin Du supported his head with one hand, and wrote vigorously with the other, with an air of ease.Her childhood is naturally easy to write, laughing and cursing are all articles.Ye Zheng twisted the cap of the pen, his eyes were sad.

After the composition paper was handed in, Ye Zheng lost all energy, buried his head in his arms, like an ostrich.Her writing is not bad, but she really doesn't know what to write.Ye Zheng's childhood was boring, at least she thought so.How can I vividly describe an experience that I even find boring.After muddling through the 800 words, not only was it not easy, but it was even more depressing and frustrating.

And Qin Du habitually turned around and lay down on her desk, stretched his fingers that were sore from writing for too long, and rubbed the top of Ye Zheng's head: "Ye Zheng, what did you write?"

"I don't know, I wrote it nonsense." Ye Zheng's voice was muffled, he raised his head to hold her troublesome hand, and looked at Qin Du with complicated eyes.

"...What about you, what did you write?"

Qin Du smiled, and poked Ye Zheng's obviously irritable and indifferent face.

"I wrote about you."