Ten years to feed the dog

Yao Liang always felt that he and Zhang Yiwen were confused and couldn't figure it out, and he had to blame himself for the muddled calculation.

If I hadn't been so hot-headed to take care of Zhang Yiwen's nosy back then, I wouldn't have been involved for so many years, and I wouldn't have had such an unclear account.

After the bastard left, Zhang Yiwen was still standing there straight. He lowered his head slightly, and gently touched the wound with his hand, and then heard a few hissing sounds, which seemed to be painful. After hearing him mutter a few curse words in a low voice, he put his hand down, not daring to touch it again.

Yao Liang should have left when Zhang Yiwen wasn't paying attention, originally.

With an inexplicable thought, perhaps out of selfishness, he held the unopened bottle of ice water, tightened his grip, and finally bit his lip, as if he had made some important decision Usually, he walked towards Zhang Yiwen.

"Put it in ice water."

Yao Liang's steps were light, Zhang Yiwen's mind was on his wound again, and he didn't pay attention to anyone approaching. He didn't raise his head until he heard the voice of a person, and the slightly swollen face with a bit of blue and red on one side of his cheek was gone. It fell into Yao Liang's eyes like this.

Even though his face was swollen from the beating, those peach blossom eyes were still so bright, making Yao Liang's heart beat a beat faster.

That was the first time their eyes met.

Perhaps because he didn't expect that there were still people there, Zhang Yiwen was a little majestic when he saw Yao Liang, he frowned slightly, and tried hard to identify who was coming.

"who are you?"

Upon hearing Zhang Yiwen's question, Yao Liang's face turned red, and even his ears were a little red, not from shame, but from embarrassment.

That's right, people don't know who they are, isn't it just to embarrass themselves?

Zhang Yiwen was a persistent master. He stared at Yao Liang without urging him, and waited patiently for Yao Liang to speak.

Now it is difficult for Yao Liang to retreat, and it is also difficult to enter. If you want to leave, Zhang Yiwen stares there again, let him tell who he is, and he is afraid that people still don’t know, then it will be even more embarrassing. The lint protruding from the coat, the heart is more tangled than the lint, and I stand there for a long time without saying anything.

"Yao... Yao, what's the matter..."

Zhang Yiwen in that room seemed to be thinking of something, and looked Yao Liang up and down, making Yao Liang even more uncomfortable.

"Yao Liang! You're the one sitting behind me, right?"

As if solving a difficult puzzle, Zhang Yiwen was a little excited. When he was happy, he forgot the wound on his face. The smile on his face involved the wound. Wound.

On the other side, Yao Liang was stunned when he heard his name came out of Zhang Yiwen's mouth. He couldn't remember how long it had been since someone called his name in such a happy tone, as if his name was worth something. The same thing that makes people happy.

He was holding the bottle of ice water in his hand, the tiny drops of water overflowing from the bottle were mixed with the fine sweat in his palm, his heart was beating loudly and urgently, he was a little excited, but he didn't know that his excitement was because of that so-so.

Today's self is really a bit strange.

Yao Liang thought secretly in his heart.

"Is the ice water for me?"

The wound on his face was so painful and hot, Zhang Yiwen asked Yao Liang when he saw Yao Liang's unrecoverable look.

Only then was Yao Liang brought back to his senses, and handed out the ice water in his hand.

"What a gangster, he doesn't take lightly when he beats people."

Zhang Yiwen took the ice water, pressed the ice water on the wound, hissed a few times, complained a few times, and after applying the ice water for a long time, he felt refreshed and looked a little more relaxed.

"This bastard didn't know how to get into the school. He dared to touch his girlfriend in school, and even cursed at others. He even had the face to say that this was a love affair between lovers."

Zhang Yiwen's temperament is probably a little familiar, and he talked to Yao Liang first, regardless of whether he just met him or not.

Yao Liang listened to Zhang Yiwen talking angrily, lowering his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

"Why bother?"

After hearing Zhang Yiwen's indignant words, Yao Liang asked Zhang Yiwen in a calm tone. The tone was not so much calm as it was flat, flat without ups and downs.

"Don't normal people just pretend not to see and walk away, aren't you afraid?"

Yao Liang couldn't hear any emotion in a sentence. He looked at Zhang Yiwen and waited for Zhang Yiwen's answer.

Perhaps Zhang Yiwen didn't expect Yao Liang to ask such a question, he froze for a moment, and then spoke leisurely:

"My dad often told me that a person must have a conscience before he can be a human being. If I want to watch a person being raped and then walk over like a normal person, if I do this, what is the difference between me and that gangster? And I have nothing to fear, he is the one who did the wrong thing."

Zhang Yiwen's tone of voice was very light, like the young man who was filled with righteous indignation just now, Yao Liang was a little stunned after hearing Zhang Yiwen's words, and remained silent for a long time.

It was early spring at that time, and the spring breeze blew lightly, brushing past the two people who were sitting side by side, and went back and forth several times before hearing human voices.

"You're a weirdo."

Zhang Yiwen was a little stunned when he heard the words of others, and was about to turn his head to refute, but bumped into Yao Liang's smiling face.

If it was the first time their eyes met just now, then this is the first time Zhang Yiwen put Yao Liang in his eyes.

The spring breeze brushed away the broken hair on the forehead of the person in front of him in a timely manner, and the person in front of him smiled lightly, but his eyes still smiled into a pair of crescent moons, like a bright moon in the sky, which can be hooked into the hearts of people.

The person in front of him smiled lightly and quickly, but he returned to that faint look in a few seconds. Zhang Yiwen felt that the person in front of him was like the spring breeze just now, which passed by without a trace. When he recovered, he realized that the spring breeze had already and left.

Zhang Yiwen has been entangled with Yao Liang since the time he played on the rooftop. Yao Liang could see him on the rooftop during lunch and turn around during class. Only then did Yao Liang realize that his obtrusive blond hair is no longer a problem. Well, his face is the big problem.

Too disturbing question.

"Zhang Yiwen, why can I only see your back in class?"

The speaker is their homeroom teacher. The students like to call him Lao Cao. He is an old man in his 50s. He has a kind face and a smile on his face.

"Teacher, I'm asking Yao Liang a question."

Yao Liang raised his eyebrows, and looked at the book Zhang Yiwen put on his desk. There was basically no writing on it, and the traces of flipping through it were almost as clean as a new book.

Obviously Lao Cao didn't intend to believe Zhang Yiwen's nonsense, he put Zhang Yiwen's book back on Zhang Yiwen's table, and turned his head to signal Zhang Yiwen to turn back.

"Look at your book, does it look like the book of someone who asked questions? You said you want questions, right, okay, you and Yao Liang will come to my office later."

Zhang Yiwen and Yao Liang looked at each other, they couldn't figure out why they were going to the office.

The tone of Lao Cao's speech was of a moodless kind, which made Zhang Yiwen and Yao Liang not sure what he was going to do, so they had to obediently go to him after class.

"Why don't you two form a study group?"

Lao Cao looked at the dumbfounded looks of both of them, and continued to tell them his intentions.

"I see Yao Liang, your grades in the class are quite good. You can just help Zhang Yiwen and see if you can raise him to a passing mark. It depends on what you think."

Zhang Yiwen wanted to say something, but he couldn't even utter half a sound, so he was interrupted by Lao Cao.

"The choice lies with Yao Liang. Your grades almost make my hair turn white with worry. Don't even think about pushing it this time."

Zhang Yiwen was a little wronged. His original intention was to complain that his grades were not that bad, but after hearing what Lao Cao said, he knew he was wrong, so he kept silent.

Zhang Yiwen and Lao Cao looked at Yao Liang, waiting for Yao Liang to make a decision.

Yao Liang sideways avoided Lao Cao's glare of anticipation, so he nodded in agreement.

In this way, the two-person study group is considered a success.

The confused account between him and Zhang Yiwen has been getting more and more confused since then, and at the end of the calculation, it is impossible to tell who owes more.