School grass is reborn to save me

Who knew that the other party's arm bumped lightly on Cen Qingyi's waist.

"If you don't have the key, let me come."

That cold voice instantly pierced Cen Qingyun's taut heart.

Cen Qingyun suddenly turned her head, and saw the transfer student Shu Yang!

He was still wearing a school uniform and was carrying a plastic bag in his hand. It smelled like oden bought from a convenience store.

"You...how did you appear here!"

Shu Yang didn't see the enthusiasm of his classmates at all, so he replied lightly: "Because I live here."

"You live here? I've lived here for 18 years, why haven't I seen you?"

You are a man or a ghost!Stay silent behind, like a ghost behind your back!

Ah, this guy has long legs, no wonder he couldn't walk fast but caught up with him easily.

"I've been living here since yesterday." Shu Yang turned his face sideways, motioning for Cen Qingyi to move away from the door.

"Ah... oh."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Shu Yang has a faint scent of osmanthus. He should have passed the golden osmanthus tree when he came back.

Cen Qinghui subconsciously approached and sniffed. Just now, she imagined herself as the victim in the opening scene of a horror movie, but now she suddenly felt a sense of security.

It's like returning to the human world from another world.

"Then you're really good, and you still come out to buy supper after ten o'clock."

Shu Yang turned the lock and walked in.

"You're really good too. You didn't come back from wandering outside until after ten o'clock."

Cen Qinghui was not angry, but looked at the other party in surprise, "It's incredible, you said sixteen words to me! This is the longest thing you said today."

Shu Yang didn't respond, but Cen Qinghui seemed to hear a very slight sigh.

Did he do anything that made Shu Yang feel helpless?

The light in the corridor is orange and not very bright.

In such darkness, the small red rash on Shu Yang's face weakened, the bones of his face looked clear and beautiful, the eye sockets were deeper than usual, intertwined with the shadow of the bridge of the nose, creating an attractive sense of mystery .

The two walked into the elevator together, and Cen Qing pushed to the 8th floor, but Shu Yang stood there motionless.

Probably Shu Yang's floor is higher than his, so I want to wait for him to get out of the elevator before pressing it.

Who knew that when Cen Qingyi got out of the elevator, Shu Yang also came out and walked towards the opposite door.

"Eh? You live across from me? No one has lived across from me for many years!"

When I was a child, I remembered that there were two old people living across the street. Later, the old people left, and I didn’t see the house being dealt with or other people coming to live there.

Shu Yang replied, "Now I live."

"You are so cold, you will have no friends." Cen Qinghui complained in a low voice, while taking out the key to open the door.

The key goes into the keyhole at the front, and cannot go in at the back.

"What's wrong?" Cen Qingyu took out the key and looked at it. It was really unlucky that he would have to stuff his teeth while drinking cold water.

The key was bent because of picking the lock of the Internet cafe.

Cen Qinghui thought for a long time how to break it back, otherwise he would have to go to his mother's hospital at night to ask for the key.

Mom will definitely hold his ear and ask him why he didn't come home until almost eleven o'clock.

There was the sound of the door opening behind him. Shu Yang was standing at the door changing his shoes. Seeing that the door was about to close, Cen Qinghui hurried away and slammed the door shut.

"What are you doing?" Shu Yang looked at Cen Qingyi, his voice was very low, as if he was about to lose his temper.

Cen Qinghui was stunned, and took a step back, "I didn't want to do anything, but the key was bent, and I wanted to see if there is any tool in your house that can straighten it."

However, Shu Yang pointed at the position of Cen Qingyi's door blocker with his eyes: "I mean, if I don't realize it, you will experience 120 tonight."

Cen Qinghui suddenly realized that Shu Yang was afraid that his hand would be caught when the door was closed.

"Would you like to stay outside, or come in?"

"Come in, of course come in."

Cen Qinghui hurried in, only to find that Shu Yang had already brought a pair of slippers by his feet.

Compared with Cen Qingyi's house, this house is a small one, with one less study room.

The last time I came into this house, Cen Qinghui was still in primary school.

The decoration here has not changed, it is still the Chinese style of more than ten years ago, but it is clean and tidy without fireworks.

For example, there is not even a cushion on the sofa in the living room, and the tea table in front of the sofa is so clean that it can be used as a mirror.

There seemed to be only two pairs of slippers and a pair of Shu Yang's white sneakers in the shoe cabinet in the hallway, unlike Cen Qingyi's house, which was full of shoes.Mom's casual shoes and leather shoes are not enough to put on the first layer, Cen Qingyi's various styles of sports shoes occupy another layer, and dad's business casual shoes and leather shoes are on the bottom.

Is there no one else living in this house except Shu Yang?

It was not easy for Cen Qingyun to enter the other party's bedroom, but in the living room, he found no trace of other people's lives.

Is Chen Shuo's gossip true?Shu Yang's parents are divorced, so they don't live together?

Shu Yang pushed open a room, which turned out to be a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, full of books.Shu Yang stepped on the ladder to climb to the top of the bookshelf, and took down a toolbox.

Cen Qinghui didn't hold back, and followed to the door of the room: "The grandparents who live in this house are said to be university professors. That grandpa can write calligraphy and draw Chinese paintings on this desk. And those hard-shell books, I Mom also told me not to move around, they are all collector's editions, and I won't be able to compensate if I break them."

Shu Yang didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand towards Cen Qinghui.

"what?"

"The key. Don't you want to straighten it?"

"Oh oh oh!" Cen Qinghui hastily handed him the key.

Shu Yang held it up to the height of his eyesight, and began to fiddle with it with a hammer and pliers. It looked quite professional.

Cen Qinghui wandered around the living room twice, and became excited when she saw the wooden screen at the entrance.

"Look, look! There is a notch on this screen, which was left when I measured my height when I was in elementary school."

Shu Yang still concentrated on pressing the key without giving him any response.

Cen Qinghui was immersed in the vague memories of her childhood.

"I used to come here on weekends when I was a kid. Do you know why?"

Shu Yang remained silent.

"Because the grandparents in this family have a granddaughter who is a little older than me, with white skin and big eyes, she is pretty. It's a pity that I only saw her once, and never saw her again."

Shu Yang put down his tools and rarely glanced sideways at him.

"What's the name of that sister? Oh, sister Yangyang! She's so white, that's how she is...skinned like fat! Her voice is gentle! I'm here to help my mother deliver dumpling vinegar. She's in that study. She is doing her homework here. She is reading with her head down, her eyelashes curled up, her nose is small, she is so pretty."

"Huh?" Shu Yang frowned slightly.

Cen Qingxi touched the notch, "She carved this for me, saying that if I eat well, exercise, and grow ten centimeters taller, she will give me her Gunpla."

"Because he thought you were annoying, so he didn't want to give it to you at all." Shu Yang rarely spoke.

"Hey, don't say that, can you? It's the white moonlight of my childhood, although there may be a memory filter superimposed."

"Oh." Shu Yang sneered perfunctorily.

Cen Qinghui went to the coffee table and squatted down, "I never thought you would move in after so many years, but you didn't change the decoration and furniture here."

Everything in his memory reminded him of the little heart that had germinated slightly.

Shu Yang raised his eyelids slightly, "This is my grandparents' house, why should I change their furniture?"

"Ah?" Cen Qingyu was stunned, "Your grandparents' house? Then why didn't I see you when I was young?"

"Haven't seen me?" Shu Yang stood up holding Cen Qingyi's key, "Then you still want my gunpla?"

Suddenly, a burst of thunder struck Cen Qingyu in the forehead.

"You... what did you say?"

Cen Qinghui suddenly realized that she had misunderstood something?

Maybe the little sister I met when I was young was not called "Yangyang" but "Yangyang"?

"Come on, go and see if your key is straight."

Shu Yang opened the door and went out.

There is a sense of irony in this sentence "straight or straight".

Cen Qinghui hurriedly followed, the more she looked at Shu Yang, the more she couldn't connect with the girl she met when she was a child.

"No matter how blind I am, I can't recognize you as a girl! Do you have braids or skirts?"

Cen Qinghui tried desperately to find reasons for herself.This is too embarrassing!

You can pick out a villa with your toes.

"I put on makeup for the school's art performance that day." Shu Yang explained in one sentence.

"Oh... oh... no wonder..."

"Open your own door." Shu Yang handed the key to Cen Qinghui.

Although Cen Qinghui tried his best to keep no expression on his face, the heat on his face let him know that he was like a ripe tomato now.

The key went in, but couldn't turn it. He found himself clumsy, especially when Shu Yang was watching, his ears were going to burn.

"The key...can't come out..." Cen Qinghui said with her head down.

He thought that Shu Yang would sigh helplessly, but he didn't expect that the other party seemed to have expected it, and said very calmly: "Let me do it."

Cen Qinghui quickly abdicated.

Shu Yang was holding the key with one hand, and the other hand was against the door. He turned his wrist at a subtle angle, and with a clever trick, the key came out.

He lifted the key and looked at it against the light, "It's probably because the teeth are worn out, so it doesn't match."

Cen Qingxuan's heart was so cold, could it be that he really had to go to Jiao Ting's place to get the key at twelve o'clock?

That's the rhythm of a midnight emergency.

Shu Yang pressed the key into his hand, turned around and went back.

It doesn't matter whether he is "Sister Yangyang" or "Brother Yangyang", as long as he can hang around for a night, his face can be rubbed on the ground.

"Shu Yang, can you..."

"No." Shu Yang answered neatly.

"We are in the same class! Don't you have any love for classmates? Look at the time now—it's almost early in the morning! For a high school student like me...thin...thin, if I leave the community, I will meet someone A fugitive, it’s not a big deal if your mobile phone is robbed, but if you lose your life, you’re not afraid of me... Shall I come to you every night to cry?”