The spring wind blew through the promenade, bringing with it the aroma of wisteria flowers, fresh and sweet.
Shen Cheng simply refused: "I don't need it."
Jian Shi couldn’t react.
"Small wound." Shen Cheng said in a low voice, "No need."
Jian Shiwu saw he was about to leave, and gnashed his teeth a little: "If you don't treat the wound properly, you will get infected. Although I don't study well, this is common sense in life. You have to listen to me in this regard."
Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Common sense in life?"
Jian Shiwu felt proud for having broke through this block of ice: "Yes."
Shen Cheng glanced blankly at the bag in Jian Shiwu's hand: "Is it your common sense to buy a bag of ice cream to eat just after drinking hot water in the classroom?"
Jian Shiwu's eyes blinked, and he stood there stunned with the snacks, his dejected expression was actually cute and naive.
Seeing his somewhat naive look, Shen Cheng was inexplicably happy in his heart, he turned around and left a sentence: "You will have diarrhea."
Jian Shiwu looked down at the bag, and suddenly felt a little ashamed. He had finally summoned enough courage, but he didn't expect it to be dismantled so quickly. Seeing that Shen Cheng was about to leave, he quickly rushed over and stuffed the band-aid into his pocket, quickly saying: "Even so, if you touch water, it will get infected. I bought it already, you take it."
The voice slipped away as if he was afraid that the Band-Aid would be returned. It was almost impossible for him to act this way before. This serious attitude was like, at that time, when Jian Shiwu said that he would not be entangled with him anymore. He really wondered. Did he mean it, or did he just learn to be smart and changed strategy?
Shen Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at the Band-Aid in his hand. After a moment of silence, he tore off the package and wrapped it around his injured finger, like someone who had never used a computer suddenly coming into contact with a keyboard for the first time. The act of wrapping the Band-Aid was unfamiliar and it looked clumsy.
...
evening
Shen Cheng returned home.
The house was dark and dilapidated, with many drawers wide open. There was a decadent woman sitting on the ground with her hair disheveled. In such a dimly lit room, ordinary people would be scared to death if they suddenly came in. However, Shen Cheng walked in as if he was used to it.
When passing the living room, Gao Can, who had been silent, moved for the first time. She looked up and saw Shen Cheng, her voice hoarse: "You're back?"
Shen Cheng ignored her.
However, Gao Can pounced nimbly, and she actually hugged Shen Cheng's leg like this: "Xiao Cheng, you must help mother this time!"
Shen Cheng's back stood straight on the spot, not with the slightest concern for her: "Let go."
"I won't let go, I won't let go." Gao Can hugged him tightly with her hands and sniffed: "They asked me to pay back the money, and if I don’t, they will come to the house and take our things, even if it wasn't for your mother, think about our family!"
She lowered her head and missed the fleeting shadow in Shen Cheng’s eyes. He slowly bent down, his slender hands fell on her shoulders, and pushed his mother away like he was dealing with something dirty. Can was surprised by Shen Cheng's strength, and looked at him fiercely on the ground: "Do you want to kill me?!"
Click!
The bedroom door opened.
The crippled father Shen was thin. He leaned against the door and breathed lightly: "Gao Can, what are you doing, you, do you still look like a mother? How old is Xiaocheng now?"
The woman sitting on the ground had bloodshot eyes, and when she heard this, she turned back with hatred: "What use is their to remind me!"
"If it weren't for you..."
She was almost crazy: "You lame man that has no ability and no money, what's wrong with me asking your son for money, you can't make money, your son can, he works several jobs, you see it's 11 o'clock now, he's from outside so he must have made a lot of money.”
Gao Can came upto Shen Cheng again, and tears really fell: "Xiao Cheng, this is the last time, you pay it back for me, I promise not to go to the mahjong hall to play mahjong in the future again."
Shen Cheng stood in the living room, watching this scene as if he was watching a farce.
Gao Can: "Aren’t you going to say anything!?"
Shen Cheng looked down at her: "How much do you owe this time?"
"Not much." With a smile on her face, she lowered her head and said a number, and her whole body was trembling: "It's really that much, I don't dare to gamble that much, I know you have money, you give it to me."
Shen Cheng was expressionless: "No."
"No?!" Gao Can raised her voice, she rushed over this time but was avoided by Shen Cheng, but she still pointed to Shen Cheng's hand and said, "You are willing to buy something like a Band-Aid, and you say do not have it?"
Shen Cheng: "I didn't buy it."
Gao Can seemed to have discovered something, she hurriedly asked, "Who is it, is it your friend? Or someone else? Xiaocheng, if you don't have money, does your friend have money? Ask him to lend you some. Don't be embarrassed. Otherwise, I'll borrow it, I'll go to school tomorrow, what's his name...?"
Shen Cheng interrupted her coldly: "I have no friends."
Junior high school is a lively and rebellious age for ordinary children. This person in school has an admirable face, a smart brain and extraordinary talent, but such a person does not have any friends.
"You're not allowed to go to school, and you're not allowed to borrow money from the students." Shen Cheng warned her, "Do you understand?"
Having said that, Gao Can was suddenly happy when she heard it, just like she had no way to face this iron wall before, but now she has found a breakthrough by mistake.
The woman looked up at him: "I'm your mother, can I still care about you, can't I see your friend?"
Shen Cheng ignored it and walked straight back to the room.
A voice came from behind: "What if I go?"
Shen Cheng's footsteps stopped, and after a long silence, he turned his head to look back, and with just one glance, Gao Can's whole body froze in place, because it seemed that his aura changed in just a moment, and Shen Cheng's sharp eyebrows narrowed slightly, walked in front of Gao Can step by step, the light in the room was dim, he looked down at her like a ghost from hell: "You can try."
There was not too much verbal threat, just one sentence made Gao Can shut up, she almost felt a terrifying coldness at that moment, the freezing cold, but the next second, she laughed again, almost crazy.
No matter how good you are, shouldn't you just stay in a place like this for the rest of your life?
Yes, even if I fail, I will drag that person's son to stay in this hell for the rest of my life!
...
In the small and dark room, Shen Cheng stood at the door. Outside the window was the dilapitated bustling neighborhood, and there was a faint smell of food. Some light spilled through the window to his side, bringing a touch of translucency to the dark room. Using the light, Shen Cheng looked down at his palm, with a Band-Aid wrapped around his index finger.
Because of labor, the band-aid had become deformed, and it is now less sticky and crumbling.
Look, no matter how beautiful things are, as long as they touch him, they will be destroyed.
He not only can't protect it, but will stain the other party and drag him to hell.
Shen Cheng stared for a moment, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, threw the Band-Aid into the trash can not far away, and left.
...
At night, Jian's house
Jian Shiwu came out after smelling the aroma of the food. The table was full of ready-made food. The aroma of steaming ribs, sour and vinegar fish, braised pork trotters, and Zhen Meili's specialty dish, beef belly. His stomach growls when he looks at it.
Jian Shiwu rushed over: "It's so fragrant."
Zhen Meili shouted in the kitchen, "Come here and help me scoop the rice."
Jian Shiwu came over to scoop a bowl for each of his parents, but only a small half bowl for himself. His mother who looked at it curiously: "You want to eat that little?"
"I'm not hungry." Jian Shiwu smiled: "And I just think it's time to lose weight."
As if hearing something shocking, Zhen Meilie's eyes widened.
Jian's mother as she touched his forhead: "You don't have a fever, do you?"
Jian Shiwu brought the meal over: "I'm not sick, what are you doing, Mom?"
Father Jian just happened to hear this sentence when he came back from the company's official business. He laughed happily: "What, our son wants to look handsome?"
Zhen Meilie asked the aunt to continue serving dishes from the kitchen. She sat down at the dining table and said, "Don't talk nonsense, so what about losing weight with this busy body? Teacher Huang called today, you know, his teacher. I don’t know what was she talking about but that this good for nothing son, went to an Internet cafe to find the class representative because of a math problem!"
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This time, it was Jian's father who was shocked.
The father and son looked at each other and laughed together, even though Father Jian was usually a strict boss in the company, he was a loving father at home and spoiled his son very much: "Isn't this a good thing, come, come let's eat."
Zhen Meilie was dissatisfied: "That's the matter, did you forget what kind of person your son is? I don't know what kind of virtue he has in his teacher’s eyes, but it’s all questionable. He was most likely going to playing games."
"..."
The corner of Jian Shiwu's mouth twitched.
However, he felt that he still had to defend his reputation: "Mom, is your son so bad in your eyes?"
Zhen Meilie was very curious: "But the teacher did say that you have been a little different recently. It can be seen that you have worked hard, and you have a good attitude, so it must true. It has something to do with that class representative?"
"..."
Should I say yes or no.
Jian Shiwu hesitated for a moment, then simply said, "The class representative really helped."
Zhen Meilie gave him some vegetables and said, "It's really rare that there are still good children willing to play with you. It's not easy, no thanks to you."
As soon as he heard her say that, Jian Shiwu was really afraid that the next sentence would come out:
[Otherwise, let's get the two of you engaged]
Thinking of this, Jian Shi almost couldn't eat his lunch, and said quickly, "It's the class representative who is good, and he didn't ask for anything in return. Mom, don't make your own decisions."
Zhen Meili gave him a blank look: "I don't understand."
Jian's father also understood: "Good people are good by nature, so you can't really repay their kindness. He is still young and it's about getting along with such people. It's important to have contacts."
Jian Shiwu seems to understand but does not understand.
Zhen Meilie thought for a while: "Just right, I have nothing to do at home during the day and make a lot of cakes and pastries. You can pack some for him tomorrow."
Is she going to give Shen Cheng a gift?
Jian Shiwu's heart choked for a moment, and he didn't say anything else. He said before that he wouldn't bother him, but now if he started chasing after him to give him cakes, wouldn’t Shen Cheng despise him the more?
Jian Shiwu tried resisting: "Mom, pastries..."
Zhen Meilie's threatening gaze glanced over.
The sense of oppression was too strong, he feared the pocket money would soon be deducted.
Jian Shiwu wisely changed his words: "I see."
Seeing that he agreed without much of a fight, Zhen Meilie was in a good mood. After all, this is Jian Shiwu's first good student friend. She had a subtle feeling that her own pig had finally reached the cabbage. So she attached great importance to this first gift.
The next morning, she packed it all and put it in Jian Shiwu's bag.
...
There was a morning rush hour, and there would be a bit of a traffic jam on the way to sending children to school.
Jian Shiwu sat in the co-pilot and rubbed his head. Since the early hours of last night, he started to have migraines again. It was much better than the previous two times, but it was still painful. What's going on, is it related to Shen Cheng?
Zhen Meili sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just didn't wake up well."
Jian Shiwu turned his face away and wanted to rest for a while, but when he turned around, he happened to see a figure walking on the sidewalk by the side of the road. The fog in the morning seemed to have not disappeared. The lonely figure is Shen Cheng.
For some reason, he hadn't see him for just one night but he felt that Shen Cheng seemed to have changed a bit, and he couldn't tell exactly what it was exactly. Inexplicably, Jian Shiwu felt that he really didn't know Shen Cheng at all, and he was even more complicated in the past. He said he liked Shen Cheng but truly, only cared about himself. He used gifts and love letters to express his love, but he was unwilling to spend more energy and time on caring and understanding Shen Cheng.
Blindly resenting Shen Cheng's indifference and arrogance, but not knowing that his attitude towards his feelings was also selfish and willful, relying on his family to force Shen Cheng, while he required the other party to accept his mediocre and ugly self, live in the world of only himself, such a person, is he worthy to say that he likes Shen Cheng?
...
The school's morning self-study had not even started before it was time to eat. When Shen Cheng came in, the whole classroom was filled with the aroma of food. He was used to it. Facing these things, he could ignore it for a long time. It doesn't matter.
After sitting down, when he was about to skillfully take out his pen and paper, he found that a small box was neatly placed on the corner of the table. This was normal, there were many people who liked Shen Cheng, and he often received these gifts. But Shen Cheng never took them. The ultimate destination of these things is the trash can, and today, this small box is obviously no exception.
Shen Cheng didn't even look at it.
Wang Bin smiled and said, "Don't you want to look at it?"
"No."
"Then can I eat it?"
"Throw it away."
"Really?" The same deskmate teased: "It was delivered by Jian Shiwu."
Although subtle, but for a moment, Wang Bin swears that he saw Shen Cheng's page-turning movements pause for a moment, even if it resumes after a moment,but it is definitely a big discovery!
He smiled and pushed the box back.
Shen Cheng turned his eyes to the back, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Jian Shiwu in the back row was also sitting down to eat. What was in his mouth should be a white sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the look on his face satisfieding, as if eating the best delicacies across the mountains and seas.
Withdrawing his gaze, he put his gaze back on the box itself, and saw that a small round face, Chu, had been manually drawn on it. The picture was a bit hilarious.
He won’t eat, he’ll just look.
Shen Cheng said to himself.
He opened the box and saw a row of snow-white glutinous rice cakes inside, which also looked like piglets. They were very cute and could make people feel happy. Looking at it, Shen Cheng didn't even notice the warmth in his eyes.
His deskmate said next to him: "It looks good."
Shen Cheng didn't speak.
He added: "It's even more delicious, I've tasted it and it's delicious. Jian Shiwu's mother's craftsmanship is amazing. I didn't know it before, but he is really good. When we came today, we sat down and everyone was given small cakes and biscuits, and there are still many flavors, you said..."
He babbled, not noticing Shen Cheng's increasingly dark face.