Chapter Twenty-Four-The spotlight lit up with a bang, illuminating the small bowl of rice that Shen Dayye was holding in his hand.The lamp in the ward fell coldly on the porcelain bowl in Shen Dayye's hand - it was really full of sharp bowls.Chen Xiao was not stingy at all.Of course, he didn't have to be stingy, he poured the pork ribs, corn and yam into a bowl, and handed over the soup that looked very thick.The little chef was very hurt: "Really, really want to drink it?"
”Chen Xiaozhi had a very bad temper, and his brows furrowed: "Do you drink or not?"
”- Okay, okay.He's so fierce!
Shen Dayye thought of the white chocolate that his mother didn't like to eat after he bought it back-his heart was about to collapse, so he thought it was a cream soup......
And Chen Xiaozhi is so fierce that he feels like he is going to be beaten......
So she picked up the bowl and took a small sip.Shen Dayye: "......"
Chen Xiaozhi said coldly: "This bowl, drink it."
Tell me what you tasted like. ”Shen Dayye was silent for a while, and apologized extremely sadly: "I'm sorry." ”Chen Xiaozhi didn't speak, and after a while, Shen Dayye added guiltily: "If necessary, I can kneel down for you to apologize......
Chen Xiaozhi raised his eyebrows: "What do I want you to kneel for?"
”Having said that, in order not to be killed by Chen Xiaozhi on the spot, Shen Dayye had to tremble and drink the devil's pork rib soup he made himself.The soup had a little milky and sweet, and there was a salty and clear thirteen-spice seasoning, and when she was halfway through it, she felt that the marquee of life flashed.When she finished drinking, she really felt the malice surging towards her, and the tip of her nose turned red for a while.Chen Xiaozhi watched Shen Dayye put down the bowl and asked slowly, "What did you add?"
”Shen Dayye was almost choked: "Ten, thirteen spices and ...... and white chocolate.I'm sorry I don't dare anymore!
”"......"
Chen Xiaozhi said sincerely: "You really dare to let go." ”Shen Dayye was very injured............
Is it so unpalatable?
But then again, even if it's hard to eat, there's no need to drink it, right?
It's a big blow to self-confidence......
Then she heard Chen Xiaozhi's voice sound: "Aren't you going home?"
”Shen Dayye looked up at her watch and found that it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky outside was soaked with ink, and she had already spent more than an hour in the hospital - there was a lot of homework assigned by the teacher today, and there was still a lot of copying in Chinese.Shen Dayye: "......"
Shen Dayye screamed: "I'm leaving!"
”She said that she picked up her schoolbag and went to reach the thermos bucket containing the soup, but Chen Xiaozhi stretched out her hand to stop her.Shen Dayye: "......
Huh?
”Chen Xiaozhi said lightly: "Leave the bucket, I'll brush it and send it back to you." ”Shen Dayye looked at the thermos bucket with most of the soup left, then looked at Chen Xiaozhi, thought for a while, and nodded."
Brush it up."
Fifteen-year-old Shen Dayye said reluctantly.- The north wind blew away the stratus clouds in the night sky, revealing a vast night sky.In the thick of the night, incandescent lamps fall on the canopy of trees, and the forest paths hug the thick night.At around seven o'clock in the evening, fifteen-year-old Shen Dayye walked on the road to the main entrance of the hospital with a heavy schoolbag on his back and Chen Xiaoyi, who was wearing a hospital gown and a thick coat on the outside."
Squad leader, I don't think it's appropriate for you to send it," Shen Dayye whispered as he walked through the surgical building, "You still have to recuperate." ”The squad leader who wanted to recuperate from his injuries didn't even look at her, and mocked: "Who sent you?"
I went out for a walk. ”Shen Dayye hugged his arms and shuddered: "......
Okay, okay, then, let's go together. ”Chen Xiaozhi: "......"
Shen Dayye thought about finding a topic to chat with Chen Xiaozhi all the way at first, but when she saw Chen Xiaozhi's face, she was stunned: This person is very handsome, but he always feels very fierce, his temper is quite bad, and he will be repaid if the weather is uncertain......
Even drinking a sweet soup is a grudge.The small transfer student was scolded by Chen Xiaozhi many times, and once he was bitten by a snake, even if he apologized, he was still afraid of the well rope for ten years.She didn't dare to touch Chen Xiaozhi's moldy head, that is, she didn't dare to fart easily.A silence that was completely inconsistent with Shen Dayye's personality flowed quietly.The junior transfer students always chattered when they stayed with Wei Lai, and they could barely be quiet when they stayed with Liang Le, and they could even play with a few pieces of A4 paper.But as long as she is at the same table with Chen Xiaozhi, she even walks on the same road - Chen Xiaozhi: "......"
As soon as the wind blew, Shen Dayye silently shuddered.Chen Xiaozhi licked his dry lips and asked, "Are you cold?"
Coats either?
”A gust of cold wind blew through Shen Dayye's school uniform, this girl was already a little thin and afraid of the cold, she was still wearing very little-but, Shen Dayye shook her head firmly.Who dares to ask for Chen Xiaozhi's coat, Shen Dayye was so cold that he shivered and thought, don't look at him to apologize tonight, if you don't take his coat, he will stab the villain in the back.After a while, when passing by the whole family, Chen Xiaozhi suddenly spoke: "......
Hungry?
Buy you some oden?
”Shen Dayye trembled, his stomach gurgled, and he said in the cold wind, "I......
I don't want to eat. ”Chen Xiaozhi: "............"
They walked to the entrance of the hospital.In the dark night of Wukesong Bridge, there are fewer pedestrians than in the daytime, but there is still a bustling atmosphere of the city, and in the dark night, the car lights are dazzling.When Shen Dayye saw the overpass, he wanted to say goodbye to Chen Xiaozhi here and go to the opposite side to take the bus.As soon as Shen Dayye spoke: "Thank you for sending me here......"
As soon as she turned around, she saw Chen Xiaozhi standing on the side of the road, stretching out his hand to stop a yellow-green taxi.
――Shen Tianye doesn't often take a taxi.First, she felt that there was no need to take a taxi, and secondly, it was really not cheap to take a taxi, and Shen Dayye would not stop the bus if it could go directly by bus.Although Shen's mother spends money on her daughter, the little dayleaf she raised is still more restrained when spending money.However, since Chen Xiaozhi stopped the car ......
@无限好文, Chen Xiaozhi stopped the taxi in Jinjiang Literary City, opened the car door gentlemanly, and said to Shen Daye: "Get in the car." ”Then he asked, "Where is your home?"
”Shen Dayye said dumbfoundedly: "Bin......
Hama Yang Garden?
”As a result, Chen Xiaozhi nodded slightly, paid the money first without refusing, and put his hand on the door frame, signaling Shen Dayye to get in the car first.Shen Daye: "......"
Shen Dayye didn't know what to say......
She got into the taxi, and the next second Chen Xiaozhi took off his coat outside the hospital gown and pressed it on Shen Dayye's leg.The street lights were reflected in the car, and Shen Dayye tried to push his coat back, saying: "This, this, this, this really don't need to ......"
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Chen Xiaozhi said: "You are almost frozen to death." ”What is almost freezing to death, and the coat is too ambiguous!
Shen Dayye's ears were burning......
"No," Shen Dayye resisted: "Squad leader, you are still sick!"
How can I rob you of clothes to wear?
You take it back......"
In the dark night, Chen Xiaozhi suddenly became extremely cold, and closed the door with a chirp.Shen Dayye: "......???
”"Hey?!"
Shen Dayye patted the window: "But squad leader, I really can't ask for your coat......"
In the next second, the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out in an instant!
Shen Dayye looked back anxiously holding the squad leader's coat, only to see Chen Xiaozhi standing in the cold wind, the white and blue hospital gown was blown up—it was particularly inappropriate, but he stood very straight.
@无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City Shen Dayye: "......"
The taxi driver asked in confusion: "That young man is so sturdy."
Are you sure it's a sick number, little girl?
”Shen Daye: "............"
The taxi drove out of Wukesong Bridge, the lights were dim, and fifteen-year-old Shen Dayye carefully put his coat on himself: "But he has been hospitalized for five or six days." ”Taxi Driver: "???
”Shen Dayye zipped up and buried himself in Chen Xiaozhi's coat."
So he's very sick."
Fifteen-year-old Shen Dayye looked at the driver and solemnly emphasized a matter that had no logical causal relationship.- When Shen finished his homework that night, the clock had already pointed to twelve o'clock at night.Most of the homework in China is written in writing, and Shen Dayye also successfully got a good score of writing eight typos in the Chinese dictation, and he was happy to mention the surprise gift package of the original text of the Peach Blossom Spring, plus the translation and copying eight times, and at the end of the writing, Shen Dayye felt that his hands were beginning to move away from his limbs............
What kind of monsters are middle school students in China, how can they all copy things so well!
In a different environment, everything is different.Originally, Shen Dayye was a literal TopStudent, the pride of the teacher, and even the small façade of the school, and her friends at that time also joked that it was very likely that Shen Dayye would go up to give a speech at their graduation ceremony.Three months later, Shen Dayye looked at the blood-red 72 points on his monthly exam paper for the first semester of the 2008-2009 academic year, and let out a long sigh......
Shen Dayye flipped the paper of his monthly exam from beginning to end: the language of this monthly exam finally got 60, but the full score was 120, and he had not yet passed; She took a 105 in mathematics, and she scored 120 in English, but she was less than 100 - a person who has spoken English since childhood couldn't get 100!
Why, haven't I spoken English for the past thirteen or fourteen years?
The facts are so ironic that even Wei Lai was amazed.Shen Tianye turned on her laptop and recorded her results on an Excel sheet - she has always used Excel line charts to see changes in her grades, and this time is no exception.Then Shen Dayye saw in the Excel sheet the comparison of the rankings of the two exams after he returned to China.
@无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City "Preliminary Exam: 36 (Person)/40 First Monthly Exam: 30 (Person)/40" Shen Dayye: "......" - No change at all!
There is no light in sight......
And the graduation speech, to a hammer......
Can this go to high school?
Shen Dayye almost collapsed, and immediately took out the dark blue notebook from his school bag, intending to seek help from his future self - at least to know if he had ever been to a vocational high school.Ten years later, her reply has never been timely, and the last time she wrote was more than two weeks ago.The table lamp was lit up, reflecting the square inch of Shen Dayye's table.As soon as she opened the notebook, there was actually a neatly folded letterhead, and at first glance, it was written in great detail.The last time Shen Dayye wrote a letter, she asked herself ten years later: 'What is the detour she is going to take?'
-- And that's a reply from the future.Shen Dayye knew that in such a long letter, it was inevitable that there would be content that touched the red line.In the process of traveling through time and space, some details of these letters will be erased, and those details will cause the letter to be incoherent, but the erased part is very detailed, whether written in Chinese or English, even in Spanish, it cannot escape being erased, or even riddles.The meticulousness with which the details of the letter was erased would have caused the fifteen-year-old to suspect for a moment, as if the correspondence had been artificial.However, in reality, this kind of communication is not at all something that an ordinary 'person' can set up.This correspondence was almost miraculous.-- And in the legend, 'God' is omniscient and omnipotent.The moment the fifteen-year-old Shen Dayye picked up the letterhead, something suddenly fell from the notebook.She casually touched the fallen object and found that what had fallen out were two transparent band-aids connected - and on the back of the band-aid was scrawled a message: 'Clean the wound and put it on.' ’- Shen Dayye almost immediately found out that it was not his own word.The font is sharp and stiff, and the way she moves the pen is completely different from hers, but it is very familiar.And Shen Dayye approved the master's quiz in the hall.…… These seven words should have been written by Chen Xiaozhi.It's just that this word is much more rigid and mature than the fifteen-year-old bad temper she knew.Shen Dayye was slightly stunned, took the Band-Aid, and opened the new letter.