Vegetables

Zhang Li, who is socially handicapped, is wiping his sweat and standing at the corner of the street.This is a crossroads, turn right and go two more intersections, and you will be home.

Throughout the day, Yan Ting went to the toilet four times and stood on the balcony once.Zhang Li went out with him every time, and finally found a chance for him to be alone.

"Yan Ting, when you go home at night, at the intersection of our house, can you wait for me?"

Yan Ting frowned, seemingly puzzled.

Zhang Li flustered, it's over, he probably won't reject me.

Yan Ting looked at his hands and suddenly smiled, "Why are you nervous? I'm not going. But wait for me. I'm going to play basketball with them after class. Can you?"

Zhang Li breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay. I can do my homework for a while before going back."

Yan Ting nodded, with a half-smile, "I'll go in first."

Zhang Li let go of his hands, his palms were soaked in sweat, and the corners of his clothes on both sides were crumpled.

He can wait for Yan Ting to come back and walk together.

But what a character Yan Ting is, he is always surrounded by a group of people.Zhang Li would not be comfortable in the middle.

He knew that Yan Ting usually played basketball for an hour before going home.

It was because of the last experience that Yan Ting told him the secret.

Zhang Li once stayed in the classroom after school, and it was his turn to clean up.He waited until everyone had left before slowly starting to clean.

And hum a little song.

To be honest, it's so comfortable to be alone slowly.

He is tone deaf, but now he is not afraid of anything, he can hum very loudly.

Until a laugh came from the door, the broom in Zhang Li's hand was scared away, and when he turned around, Yan Ting was leaning against the door and holding his hands.

He had just finished playing basketball, the cuffs of his short sleeves were half rolled up, and he stood with his feet pinned, looking unruly.

The setting sun was reflected at the door of the classroom, and Yan Ting's sweaty face was shining.

"Zhang Li, you sing well. This is the first time I've heard you sing."

There were only two people in the classroom, Zhang Li couldn't hide, and didn't know what to say, so he stammered, "No...no. I can't sing well."

"Tsk, there is still a little self-knowledge."

Zhang Li didn't know what to say, his face turned red.

Yan Ting is not the kind of embarrassing character, he laughed first, "Angry? I'm sorry, I said nonsense."

Zhang Li shook his head quickly, "No, no, no. I'm not angry. I just don't know what to say."

"And, it really doesn't sound good."

Yan Ting nodded seriously, "Not bad. I can correctly recognize my own shortcomings."

"However, I'm not telling lies, the singing is indeed not bad."

"However, although you sing well, you are a little worse than me."

He flicked his hair, his side face was bright and handsome under the sun, "After all, I am the God of Songs in the Third Middle School."

……

"What? Don't believe me?" Yan Ting blinked, "I'll sing it to you another day. I'm definitely the God of Songs in No. [-] Middle School."

"it is good."

"Are you on duty? Let me clean the blackboard for you."

Zhang Li shook his head, "No need. I can do it myself."

Yan Ting smacked his lips and looked him up and down, "With your small body, can you reach the highest point?"

……

What you said makes sense, but it doesn't seem to make people happy.

Zhang Li is not malnourished, but he is indeed quite thin.He is not too short, but in front of the well-developed Yan Ting, he seems to lack a little momentum.

Yan Ting ignored him, rolled up his sleeves and started working.

Zhang Li whispered, "Thank you."

Yan Ting's face facing the blackboard slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Li, who seldom gets help, is happy in his heart, but he is still indifferent on the surface.But Yan Ting still saw some clues from his jumping footsteps.

"Hey, why are you walking so fast?"

Zhang Li turned his head, and Yan Ting followed behind him pushing the bicycle.

The school uniform was tied around Yan Ting's waist, and the blue school uniform matched the blue background of the car very well.Yan Ting smiled slightly in the sun.

"I'll push it for you."

Yan Ting helped him to the side, "No need. What are you trying to do? You said you were going to take you back, but you don't want to do it. Is it fun to push a cart?"

"Going so fast, afraid that I will go to your house for dinner?"

"Besides, I have such a big appetite, can I make your family poor?"

"So in your heart I'm a fool?"

……

Zhang Li thought for the first time whether the reason for Yan Ting's good grades was related to his rich imagination.

No wonder his grades are not good, it turns out that it is because Yan Ting is not as rich in words and imagination.

"I have nothing to say." Yan Ting looked contemptuously, "I think you are stingy, and you are reluctant to part with that meal."

……

Zhang Li was thinking about how to say the invitation to dinner in a tactful and natural way.

Yan Ting laughed first, "Just kidding. Don't keep a straight face all day long. I won't eat you. I don't eat people."

He pointed out, "My house is on the left, just turn a corner. How about you?"

"My home is on the right."

Yan Ting made an exaggerated look, "Our two families are so close? I haven't met you before."

Yes.

The two had been classmates in junior high school for three years, and they had been in the same class for a year in high school.This is the first time we've been home together.

Zhang Li always arrives at school half an hour early, not for studying, but simply to avoid meeting too many classmates on the road and avoiding pleasantries.

And Yan Ting is always lazy, rushing in at the last minute before class.

It's strange to meet you.

Same evening, same hour.Zhang Li stood by the street lamp, and the setting sun stretched his figure into a long line.

When he thought of the past, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Ding ding ding.

Yan Ting's blue bicycle stopped in front of him, and he stepped on the ground obliquely with one foot, "What are you laughing at, so happy?"

Zhang Li suppressed his smile, took his schoolbag off his shoulders, wiped his hands vigorously on his trouser legs, and then solemnly took out the pink envelope from his schoolbag.

He thought about it, and finally handed it over with both hands, "For you."

Zhang Li was afraid of embarrassment, so he lowered his head and dared not look at it.

And the other party didn't accept his letter for a long time, until a drop of sweat dripped to the ground, and he looked up, only to find that the other party was looking at him with a half-smile.

He spoke again, "Yan Ting. Here, someone sent you a letter."

Only then did Yan Ting take it, "It's right to look up. Why lower your head, pick up money?"

……

Pick up a ghost.

Yan Ting didn't open it to read, he just picked up the envelope and looked at it, "You wrote it?"

……

How can it be?

"No."

"Then you send it?"

Zhang Li gritted his teeth, "I delivered it for someone else."

Yan Ting slapped his mouth, "It's so powerful. I also said that you can think about it."

Zhang Li narrowed his eyes, "Stop joking. It was written by my sister next door. I don't know where she knew about you."

Yan Ting made a serious expression, and handed it back with both hands, "Then I can't take it anymore. Tell your sister, children must study hard and make progress every day."

……

"She's in the third grade."

"That's a kid too."

Yan Ting grinned, "After all, I'm the big brother in the first year of high school."

……

Zhang Li stood at the intersection, looking at Yan Ting's back. He was riding very fast, and the wind bulged his school uniform.

He looked down at the letter in his hand and sighed slightly.

Yan Ting is indeed a good person, but he doesn't know how to face those big watery eyes.