Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

My brother sat on the living room floor playing with blocks.As soon as a small castle was built, Zhang Wei hurried in from the outside, dropped the mugwort in her hand, rushed into the room and locked the door.

"Sister, what's the matter? Didn't Mom ask you to send the mugwort to Aunt Tian?" The younger brother put down the building blocks, walked over and knocked on her bedroom door: "Mom said that Dad had something to do in the factory and couldn't come back. Go to stock up, let us cook for lunch. Sister, cook quickly, I'm hungry."

The room was quiet for a while, and Zhang Wei's sobs gradually sounded.The younger brother was in a hurry, and beat the door hard: "Sister, open the door, what's wrong with you?"

The sobs subsided, as if buried under the quilt.The younger brother stood at a loss, Mu Mu waited for a while, the door in front of him suddenly opened, Zhang Wei pushed him away with red eyes: "Don't get in the way, I'm so annoying!"

The younger brother sat down on the ground, crying in pain.Zhang Wei ignored him, walked into the kitchen with a cold face and started washing rice and vegetables.

On the last day of the three-day vacation, Kuwahara stayed at home doing his homework and texted Fu Zhihuai when he was tired.

Now that he understood Fu Zhihuai's mother's attitude towards him, he didn't dare to call rashly anymore, for fear of being overheard and making her angry again.

Kuang Yuan didn't dare to let Fu Zhihuai know about these small thoughts, but he only remembered them silently.After finishing homework all morning and having nothing to do in the afternoon, Kuwahara was bored in the studio.

The aunt brought him fruit and reminded him: "Yuanyuan, don't stay at home, go out and walk more, so that your eyes won't be damaged."

"Thank you, I see." Kuwahara bit half a pear, squatted on the small bench and looked at his mobile phone, the old shirt on his body was stained with ink, and his cheeks and palms were also stained and dirty with paint.

Auntie sighed and left. Kuwahara finished eating the pears in a few mouthfuls, flipping through the news of friends he hadn't seen for a long time, and his mood gradually improved.

Which competitions did Qiao Juan and Feng Zhizhi participate in again, and what awards did they win... The third middle school was holding a sports meet these two days, and many people took pictures of the teachers' heroic appearance on the field... Whose mobile phone was confiscated, Immediately, I took a new one out of the desk drawer to show off...

These are the friends and teachers that Kuwahara is familiar with, and it is the school atmosphere that makes him feel most comfortable.

Kuwahara put down his phone, covered his face and exhaled slowly.

He wants to go back to the third middle school a little bit.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, Kuwahara looked down, it was Qiao Juan who had just updated a post.

She was having a party with some students from the dance club.In the photo, everyone huddled together, each making funny expressions, surrounded by Qiao Juan who was smiling like a flower.

The text on the photo is: I am grateful and happy to meet these lovely children.But I couldn't help thinking, if our little Yuanzi was here, it would be great.

Kuwahara took a deep breath, but tears still fell on the screen uncontrollably.

Walking into the class, Fu Zhihuai saw Kuang Yuan curled up on the seat at a glance, looking as if he was uncomfortable again.

He walked over quickly, stretched out his hand to lift Kuang Yuan's face, but saw that the man was only blushing, looked at him sleepily, and called vaguely: "Old Fu?"

Fu Zhihuai secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you not sleep last night?"

"Well, a little bit." Kuwahara yawned, "I keep dreaming, dreaming about what happened in No. [-] Middle School before."

Hearing this, Fu Zhihuai stopped taking the textbook.He turned his head to look at Kuwahara, there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Old Fu, to be honest. I... want to go back to No. [-] High School." Sang Yuan looked at him seriously.

Fu Zhihuai was about to be laughed at by his ability to mess around, but in the end, he just nodded: "Okay."

"Listen to me." Kuwahara grabbed his wrist: "I just feel that the atmosphere in the fifth middle school is not suitable for me, and it's uncomfortable to stay there. And even if I go back, we are only separated by a school. I can They all come to you, and we can hang out together on weekends."

"You are very relieved of me." Fu Zhihuai pushed his hand away: "Go, you can go now. It's not just the fifth middle school that doesn't suit you, I'm afraid there is also me, right?"

Kuwahara looked at him quietly for a long time, finally frowned, and said softly: "I just have this idea, and I'm discussing it with you now."

"It's okay, don't think about me." Fu Zhihuai turned his pen as if he didn't care, and stopped looking at him: "You can go wherever you want."

"...I'm not leaving." Sang Yuan gritted his teeth, and said firmly: "Fu Zhihuai, I'm not leaving. I'll be where you are."

During class exercises, Xu Wenwen called Sang Yuan into the office.

Before going in, Kuang Yuan looked back at Fu Zhihuai, but the man was still angry at what he said in the morning, and quickly went downstairs with his head down, without even looking at him.

Kuang Yuan blinked, and stood upright in front of Xu Wenwen's desk: "Teacher, what can you do for me?"

His progress in study during this period can be said to be obvious to all, and he didn't cause any chaos in the class. Xu Wenwen should have no reason to scold him.

Sure enough, Xu Wenwen didn't show his previous stern expression, but rubbed his hands eagerly.He looked at Kuwahara and pondered for a long time, as if organizing his words.

Kuwahara didn't know what to say, so he could only wait obediently.

"Uh... Kuwabara, how should I put it... I'm usually strict with you, but that's for your study too. Now, um, now, it's time for you to contribute to the school..."

Kuwahara's heart skipped a beat.

"That's right, what kind of middle school student talent competition is going to be held in the city recently, mainly in the two directions of singing and dancing. I heard, I heard that you used to be in No. [-] Middle School, um, you won an award for dancing. The school leaders specifically instructed, saying You must be allowed to represent our school in the competition..."

As Xu Wenwen chattered, Kuwahara's back gradually stiffened.After Xu Wenwen finished speaking, he frowned and said, "Teacher, I want to ask, who did you listen to when I won the award?"

"Hmm..." Xu Wenwen felt a little embarrassed, hesitated for a while before saying: "Is that the third middle school student who fought with you before? He said that he and you are in the same club, but dancing is not as good as you, so I mentioned it by the way About the competition..."

Jiang Ran.Kuwahara closed his eyes, he didn't know how to scold this thing that was inferior to a dog.

"Teacher." He choked his throat and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, I won't participate."

"Why?" Xu Wenwen was stunned: "This is a great opportunity to win honor for the school, Sang Yuan! The school leaders value you very much."

"I know, but I... I have reasons for not participating. I'm sorry." Kuwahara said, and hurried out of the office with his head down.Xu Wenwen had no choice but to scratch his scalp and heaved a long sigh.

Kuwahara was absent-minded this morning, and he didn't take the initiative to talk to Fu Zhihuai again. The two of them had a cold war again.

When the class was about to start in the afternoon, the dean and the vice principal followed Xu Wenwen to the door of Class [-] and called Sang Yuan out.

The squad leader looked up at him curiously, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, Kuwahara?"

Kuwahara didn't know where to start, and shook his head.

"Student Kuwahara, look at him, he is also a relatively sensible child, why don't you want to contribute to the school?" The vice principal said earnestly: "Look, this kind of city-level competition is very rare. That's right...if our school wins an award, you'll have a bright face too, won't you!"

The dean coughed and moved his shoulders uncomfortably. Xu Wenwen even turned his head to look around, as if wandering.

... I don't know if I should remind the vice-principal that the prize Kuwahara won in the third middle school was the lowest at the provincial level.

There was no embarrassment on Kuwahara's face, and when the principal finished speaking, he asked lightly: "Teacher, in such a big No. [-] middle school, is there no other dancer besides me?"

"Ah, this. Look for it, you will definitely find it. But the experience of winning awards is definitely not as good as yours..." The vice principal said: "Since we want to participate in the competition, we must be sure! To be honest, our fifth middle school , it’s really not good in art competitions. With you here this year, we also feel more confident!”

Kuwabara looked down at the ground, let him talk back and forth, and finally just said stubbornly: "Sorry, I won't participate."

Seeing that most of a class is almost over, the dead child is still as stubborn as a donkey, and the vice principal is also angry, pointing at Kuwahara's nose and yelling: "Kangyuan! Let me tell you, you just don't have a collective A display of honor! You better think it over for me quickly, or you will be at your own peril!"

His scolding echoed in the empty corridor and spread throughout the entire second year of high school.

"What are the consequences?" After a moment of silence, Kuang Yuan raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Detention in school, or ordered to expel?"

When get out of class was about to end, the classroom door was kicked open and slammed heavily on the wall.Kuwahara walked in with a cold face, took the schoolbag from the desk drawer and rushed out.

The political teacher held up the chalk and yelled: "Hey, Kuwahara, Kuwahara! It's not over yet, where are you going?"

Kuwahara didn't speak, but stood still.

The squad leader also stood up and called him: "Sang Yuan, you come back and sit down first, if you have something to say, you can talk about it after class."

The classroom was so quiet that a needle could be heard, Kuwahara was short of breath and closed his eyes to calm himself down.After more than a minute, he opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice tremblingly:

"Sorry, I broke my promise."

Leaving behind these endless words, he carried his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom quickly without looking back.

In the third class classroom, Shi Yuanen shook his legs anxiously, pricking up his ears to listen to the movement outside.

Not long after the sound of thumping footsteps, he immediately stood up and ran out: "I went to the bathroom, teacher's stomach hurts badly!"

The Chinese teacher on the podium was stunned for a few seconds, pushed his eyes, and explained to the students below: "The sentence that Shi Yuanen said just now has obvious ambiguity, ambiguity! This is a big language problem! Remember it, everyone. Do not learn."

"Kang Yuan, Kuang Yuan!" Shi Yuanen rushed downstairs panting, and firmly held Kuang Yuan's arm: "You, what's the matter with you? Are you arguing with the school leaders?"

"Yeah." Kuang Yuan looked at him, with an uneasy expression on his face: "Yuan En, I'm going back to No. [-] Middle School."

"It's not... what is it that deserves your return to the third middle school?" Shi Yuanen was stunned: "What should I do if you leave..."

"Anyway, I don't want to stay anymore." Kuwahara said, "The fifth middle school is still not suitable for me. Rules and regulations are annoying to the individual. It's all bullshit to give up the sense of collective honor. Anyway, I'm leaving. If I have time, I will go to the third middle school to play with me. "

"Okay..." Shi Yuanen nodded, just about to let go, when he thought of something, he grabbed his hand suddenly: "Then, you, you are gone, what should Fu Zhihuai do?"

"..." Kuang Yuan is most worried about this matter: "What should I do? I would be happy to come to him every day, but he..."

He looked up at the teaching building.After class was over, there were many people standing side by side in the corridor, and Liu Xiaopang waved at him sadly holding a piece of toilet paper.

But there was no sign of Fu Zhihuai.

Kuwahara smiled: "Even if he refuses to see me, I will come to him."