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The end of the month is the end of the term, Jiang Miao didn't want to miss too many classes, so when her condition improved, she asked Jiang Suqing to discharge her from the hospital.

He was packing his schoolbag in front of the class schedule, while Jiang Suqing beside him was full of hesitation.

"Why don't you go after lunch? Let's go out to eat, what do you want to eat?"

After making sure he didn't leave anything behind, he zipped up his schoolbag and lowered his eyes, "Mom, aren't you on middle shift today?"

"I'll talk to my colleagues later and ask them to punch me a card... Your schoolbag is old, do you want a new one next semester?"

Grandma took him to the mall to buy this schoolbag when he was just in the third year of junior high school—he repeatedly said that he didn't need it, but grandma still insisted on letting the clerk get the latest model.

"Forget it, you go to work, you owe too much to your colleagues and it's hard to pay back. The schoolbag can be used again, don't waste money."

In the past few days, Jiang Suqing has taken more leave than in the year since he moved here, and he is really sorry.

Jiang Suqing was at war with heaven and man, and finally had to admit that he was right, it is not a good thing to owe too much favor, "I will ride you off."

He washed his face before leaving.The cold water was poured on his face, the safe, controllable, and harmless water was completely different from the thing that almost killed him, but the fear had already been engraved in his bone marrow, and he could feel it when he touched it. Trembling uncontrollably for an instant.

"Are you ready?" After being frightened twice in succession, Jiang Suqing became panicky. Seeing that he had gone in for a few minutes and there was no movement, she was afraid that something would happen to him inside, so she immediately knocked on the door loudly, "Jiang Sorrow!"

He turned on the tap, buried his face in a soft towel, and slowly exhaled the hot air in his lungs.

Immediately, he would be able to see that person in an instant.Even so, he still wanted to see him.

"coming."

The No. 209 bus at ten o'clock in the morning was empty, and it was easy to find a seat by the window.Before sending him to the car, Jiang Suqing was still telling him, "I paid you, remember what the doctor said, light and avoid spicy food, don't eat dairy products, and ask for leave if you feel uncomfortable."

"I know."

The third period was math class, and there were still more than ten minutes before the end of get out of class. He didn't want to interrupt hastily, so he stood by the window and watched quietly.

Teacher Zhu danced on the stage to talk about a big problem related to solid geometry. Jiang Shou had done this problem on the paper that Wei Zhixun brought him. He couldn't help but take a second look, and found that his and Teacher Zhu's solutions were similar. .In the summer, everyone is required to change into summer school uniforms—sports shorts with red stripes on a white background with the school badge attached—at a glance, there is a sea of ​​red and white under the stage: there is a magazine hidden under Hu Die’s textbooks , Wei Zhixun was using the cover of a book to secretly play with his mobile phone, Fu Heng was taking notes very seriously, and Zhuo Shuang... He rested his chin in one hand and held a pen in the other, occasionally writing two words on the paper, and spent the rest of the time empty.

As if sensing someone peeping, Zhuo Shuang stopped her movements and looked in the direction where he was standing.

With a guilty conscience, he subconsciously hid to the side. He might have made some noise by hiding too fast.

The Yuhuan Building is largely made of glass. The sunlight penetrates through the transparent skylight on the top floor, forming a translucent beam of light that illuminates the dusty corridor.

With his back against the cold tiles, he counted from 1 to 30 in his mind and counted backwards, back and forth, until his heartbeat slowed down a little.

A few minutes later, Teacher Zhu had already started to talk about the next question, and he mustered up the courage to look again, only to find that Zhuo Shuang had returned to his idle look.

The sun fell on Zhuo Shuang's soft light-colored hair, which had a transparent texture of watercolor.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Teacher Zhu who came out with the lesson plans saw him outside the classroom.

"The newly issued papers are at your deskmate. If you have finished the previous papers, bring them to the office. I will approve them for you alone. If you haven't done them, take the time to do them. There are questions for the final exam."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you later."

He answered dumbly, and was about to enter the classroom when he bumped into Zhuo Shuang who came out of it.

The moment he brushed past Zhuo Shuang, he subconsciously grabbed his hand.

hand.

"I..." I have something to tell you.

Zhuo Shuang stopped, her heavy eyes fell on him, she was very focused, as if she was waiting for his next words.

"I……"

What should he say?He hated his clumsy tongue again.How he wished he could explain everything clearly.

——Is there anything to explain, can you explain a thousand times and ten thousand times can change what happened in the past?Can you make this person suffer less because of your birth?

Innocent is Jiang Suqing, not him.

"sorry."

"Let go." Zhuo Shuang closed her eyes, her voice seemed to be frozen, "I told you to let go, did you hear that?"

Zhuo Shuang didn't need to repeat it again, he immediately let go of his hand like an electric shock.

Zhuo Shuang left without looking at him.

He stood there in a daze, when he suddenly heard the person in front say, "Next time you come in directly, I won't let you go out in public."

Zhuo Shuang saw him as expected.Does Zhuo Shuang mean that she doesn't want to be alone with him anymore?For a moment, countless kinds of tastes came to my heart, sour and bitter, and even a little bit of it made people feel overwhelmed with pain.

He entered the classroom and sat down. Before he opened his schoolbag, Wei Zhixun, Mei Jin, and Di Xuan approached him and asked him about his recent situation.

"Are you okay? Why are you sick all of a sudden?" Mei Jin pressed Wei Zhixun's head to grab the best seat, "Xuanxuan and I are worried to death."

It seems that Mr. Li didn't say the real reason for his hospitalization. He summed it up in two words vaguely and generally, "accident."

"Oh." Mei Jin said while pulling her deskmate to this side, "Let me tell you something. She mentioned you to me three or four times a day, and she was so worried."

Under Mei Jin's influence, Di Xuan became much more cheerful, and her voice became louder.

"Yeah." She was forced to come to Jiang Shou, "Are you... alright now?"

"It should be fine." Jiang Shou avoided her eager eyes, "...Thank you."

Seeing that he was not used to being surrounded by so many people, Mei Jin and Di Xuan, who were sitting in front, took a step ahead and left him to talk to Wei Zhixun.

"Notes and homework..."

Seeing him mentioning this matter, Wei Zhixun scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "You received it."

"Well, please excuse me."

"I can copy it with my hands..." Wei Zhixun, who realized that he had slipped the tongue, quickly changed his words, "Just make a copy, it doesn't matter if it's hard or hard work, as long as you think it's useful."

God testifies, he usually saves money by taking notes by himself, and often when he is reviewing, he doesn't know what he wrote, and suddenly he is asked to copy someone's notes carefully, stroke by stroke. It was comparable to torture.

It's not that he hasn't tried asking Zhuo Shuang why he didn't send his notes directly, but Zhuo Shuang's expression was too terrifying, and he consciously kept silent halfway through the question.

Finally Zhuo Shuang took the notes he had fried, "I owe you one."

Idiots can't see that these two people are in conflict. Wei Zhixun considers his EQ and IQ to be above average, so he naturally wants to show concern for his frustrated friend, "Did you... quarrel?"

Jiang Chou's movement of holding the book froze for a moment, "It's nothing." He said without confidence.

"Brother Zhuo is soft and not tough. If you confront him, he will only get angrier. If it's not a matter of principle, you can say something nice to him, grind it out, don't stick your neck out and confront him, and he will let him go." You've passed, but you haven't seen how double standards he has for you... Oh, he's back." Wei Zhixun winked at Jiang Shou, "Quickly coax him, and come to my shop to eat hot pot together during the holidays, I have I want to give you a surprise. By the way, when you leave school recently, pay attention to whether there are any strange people."

"What?" What did Wei Zhixun's last sentence mean?

Before he could ask a question, Wei Zhixun ran away with oil on the soles of his feet, and returned the place to the owner of the seat.

Zhuo Shuang sat down without paying attention

Give it to him.

He opened the book and pretended he didn't care at all.

One thing Wei Zhixun said wrong was that only Zhuo Shuang from last week would treat him like this.

This week, next week, this month, next month... and even Zhuo Shuang in the future will not treat him well.

·

In the evening, when Jiang Choi came home from school, she found that Jiang Suqing was still busy in the kitchen.

The roar of the hood and the crackling in the pot forced her to speak at the top of her voice, "Wait a minute, there is another dish." She stared at the pot and looked back at him in a daze, "Don't be in a hurry to add more food, I will I cooked longevity noodles for you."

It wasn't until she mentioned it that he noticed a delicate little box on the table.

"Isn't it your birthday tomorrow? I bought you a cake, chocolate."

Jiang Suqing knew that he didn't like sweet cream, so she just bought a palm-sized one, which was covered with chocolate sauce.

As for why today was chosen, it was because she had to go to middle shift tomorrow, and it was almost eleven o'clock when she came back, so there was no time for him to celebrate.

"I'll help." Jiangchou put down her schoolbag and wanted to go over to serve her food.

The range hood lighting and the firelight painted the profile of her face with a layer of red and bright copper.

"Get out, there is oily smoke everywhere, didn't the doctor tell you to stay away from oily smoke and dust, strenuous exercise is not recommended..."

Driven out by Jiang Suqing, he sat in the dining room and watched her come in and out.

Three dishes and one soup, plus a big bowl of longevity noodles, Jiang Suqing really didn't lie to him, and dinner will be ready in a while.

"The doctor said that you can't eat too heavy-tasting food recently. Your aunt Jiang told me to eat winter melon to nourish the lungs."

The soup was Jiang Suqing's most commonly stewed winter melon pork ribs soup. While he was drinking the soup, she searched for a long time and finally found the lighter in the drawer.

Two number candles were stuck on the small cake, she turned off the lights, and held his hand in the dark, "Make a wish."

Jiang Suqing occasionally reveals a kind of innocence that does not match her age and experience, such as believing in making a wish on a candle.

his wish...

His last birthday was not very good: his grandfather passed away, his grandmother had been hospitalized, and his condition was getting worse. He was about to take the senior high school entrance examination, and he had no one to take care of him. He stayed at home alone. In the evening, besides boiled noodles, he bought fried noodles and fried rice. Jiang Suqing Occasionally, when I have time, I will fry two dishes for him and put them in the refrigerator.Everyone was in turmoil, even himself, so there was no time to remember an insignificant day.

Although it's not much better now, but at least someone can accompany him, he shouldn't be unsatisfied and ask for more... It was originally like this.

"Hope my mother is healthy and happy."

Making such a wish, he blew out the candle.

As for his other wishes...it seems that there is no way to realize them.

He missed too much homework during this period, and he needed to spend double the time to make up for it at night, and it was almost a clock after eating and reviewing.

There are a total of more than a dozen contacts on the mobile phone and WeChat, and most of them sent him birthday wishes.

"Happy birthday."

Xie Yaoyao's, Wei Zhixun's, Fu Heng's... Watching the time on the phone change from 23:59 to 00:00, he closed his eyes, but still didn't feel anything real.

He is 16 years old, but he is not happy at all. When Zhou Guang heard Zhuo Shuang asking about his birthday, his heart beat wildly. Now this part seems to be dead.

Since Zhuo Shuang didn't want to see him so much, he shouldn't cling to him anymore.

He made a decision in his mind, a decision that might be good for them both.