house boy

7,

The short summer vacation passed quickly.

No matter how reluctant the boy is, he can't resist the fact that he has to go to school soon.

The boy is a sophomore in high school this year. He is eighteen years old this year. He is a few years older than his classmates. In the past, because of his poor grades, he was asked by the master to keep a grade.His high school is in the city, and it's a pretty good school, but it's a little far away from home, so he can't go back and forth in the same day.

The day before going to school, the boy bid farewell to everyone at the door of the house with big and small luggage. Because of the inconvenient transportation, he has been living in school for so many years, and sometimes he can only go home once a semester.

The aunt who helped the cook loved him the most. She hugged him and told him repeatedly, saying: "When Zhou Zhou arrives at school, he must eat well and rest on time. If something happens, he must remember to call home."

The boy has a sore nose.I thought to myself that before I went to school, I was not so sad.But this time I don't know why, I feel empty in my heart all the time, as if I have lost my soul.

He was rubbed and hugged by everyone, and his ears were filled with endless reminders.

The boy couldn't help but peeked at the balcony of the room on the second floor, but he no longer saw the figure of the young master who used to read on the flowered chair.

He didn't intend to delay the time, but everyone said a few words, and it took a long time before they said it.The driver honked at the gate to urge everyone to wake up like a dream, thinking that no matter how reluctant they were, it was time to leave.

The boy then carried the luggage and gently put it into the rear compartment.

Turning around, he saw the butler waving at him from a distance.The butler suppressed his voice and ran over: "Wait a minute! The young master seems to have come down from upstairs."

The boy stood still, his eyes widened, and then sure enough, he saw the young master descending slowly from the escalator.

The young master looked nonchalant, holding a water glass as if he had just woken up, passing by the first floor, wanting to get a glass of water.

The boy suddenly hesitated, and just stood at the door, staring blankly at him.

He was "plopping" in his heart, wishing that the young master would see him inadvertently, and then come over and say something to him.

It doesn't matter if you say a word, or don't say anything, as long as you can look at him, that's fine.

The boy stood anxiously, surrounded by a group of people, but no one made a sound, they stood there quietly, looking at the young master in unison.

The young master really realized something, and finally looked in this direction.

The boy's heart felt like a beating drum, and he couldn't stop beating non-stop.He doesn't live in his heart, he will talk to me, he will take the initiative to say goodbye to me...

So the young master really spoke, but there was more than one sentence.

He said: "Leave today? What time do you usually finish class on Friday? Remember to tell the driver so that he can pick you up earlier."

"Huh?" The little boy was startled, he looked up at him: "Master, you mean... can I go home every week?"

Holding the water glass, the young master stood up, wrinkling his nose.

"Otherwise? It seems a bit unrealistic to come back every day, right?"