Dear Chen Jiu

Chapter 8

I enjoyed this meal quite happily. How many people have eaten a meal cooked by their sweetheart these days.

But I was not very happy after eating, because I had to go home with Lao Xiao.

Grandma asked Chen Jiu to see us off very politely. When we went out of the corner and out of grandma's sight, Chen Jiu leaned against the wall and stopped going.

What do you mean, our love is only delivered for such a short distance?Oh, I remembered, the love between us originally I couldn't even enter this door, thanks to Huangmao's bricks.

"Okay, then what, my friend and I will leave first, if you have anything to do, call me, my friend and I will be on call."

Chen Jiu raised his chin and looked at the bow on the top of Lao Xiao's head. His eyes were a little disdainful, as if to say, just you? ?

I was surprised to find that Chen Jiu is not always calm and composed, he can also have a very rich expression, with the conceit and arrogance that boys of our age should have.

But I didn't expect any response from Chen Jiu's mouth. I turned around and prepared to leave with Lao Xiao. I still had to go to the hospital to have a look at this head.

In case something happens, this is the only child of the Xiao family.

Then I heard Chen Jiu's voice from behind, "Thank you."

When I looked back at him, only Chen Jiu's back was left.

I was in a good mood for a long time because of this thank you, and then I went to the hospital by car with Lao Xiao.

The doctor said that there was nothing serious about Lao Xiao's head, and the treatment was quite professional.

"Gu Zong, do you feel that Chen Jiu..."

"Ham, I don't mean anything else, I just think you may not know enough about this person."

Old Xiao didn't get through the words, but I knew what he wanted to express.

Yes, anyone who walks in that alley can be mistaken by a bad boy like Huang Mao as an accomplice who came to seek revenge from Chen Jiu. Why did Chen Jiu fight so hard when he fought? I seem to be getting more and more incomprehensible about this person.

But I just know that he is very good. He cooks delicious food, is handsome, has good grades, is good at painting, and is good at taking care of the elderly at home.

Chen Jiu is a very good high school student.

This week Chen Jiu didn't go to work at 'Golden Brilliant', so I can stay at home with peace of mind and look forward to Monday.

On Monday, the school suddenly broadcast a notice saying that the inter-class exercises of the first grade will be canceled this week, because the school playground is laying lawns, and the second and third grades will remain as usual, and the second and third grades will be changed to the open space of the teaching building, and the third grade will go to the football field.

Co-authoring means that I can’t spare a place for the first year of high school. I can understand the school’s intention. After all, the “mini-college entrance examination” will come after the winter vacation of the second year of high school. The third year of high school has always been the object of the school’s focus on protection. They all need to come out of the classroom Work and rest, keep fit.

This is really not a good thing, it means that the math teacher will procrastinate and drag the original 45-minute class into more than an hour. I have this time to do something wrong.

But I blamed him wrongly. When the math teacher took a triangle ruler and stroked his sparse hair and said "get out of class is over" to the podium, I was even moved.

The broadcast said that the exercise between classes in the second year of high school has been changed to the open space downstairs, so I can stand upstairs and watch Chen Jiu do exercises without going downstairs.

So I pretended to go out to pour water very artificially, and stood in the aisle between the teaching buildings of the first and second grades with a glass of water.

I used to hear girls say that they like someone, that person is luminous, and you can spot him in the crowd at a glance.

I always thought it was a rhetorical exaggeration.

But that day when I stood in the aisle and looked downstairs, I found Chen Jiu from the crowd with just one glance.

He wore a black and white cardigan sweater jacket, and then black, white and gray became my standard for buying clothes, as if this would shorten the distance between us.

Like is not humble, when you have this kind of emotion, your mood will also change, whether it is happy or painful, this kind of emotion is brought by the person you like, you have no complaints or regrets.

It's as if the action of force is reciprocal. I poured my feelings into you, and in return, I have never experienced complex emotions before. It forcibly connects us.

From this week onwards, I didn't go to the studio to have dinner with Chen Jiu anymore, because their "mini-college entrance examination" is coming soon, and the sophomores, regardless of arts and sciences or art students, have begun to work hard on it.

When the history teacher came to teach us, his throat was hoarse, and he told us to study hard, not to rush into the Buddha's feet in the second year of high school, like the sophomore students in the morning reading classes until the throat was hoarse, the golden throat in the infirmary Not enough.

Chen Jiu is an art student. Except for Chinese, Mathematics, and English, he should be within the scope of the small college entrance examination. Isn't this more stressful? I went to the pharmacy to buy a bunch of watermelon cream lozenges and Pang Dahai.

The next day, Lao Wang still sent me to the platform near Chen Jiu’s house. When I arrived, Chen Jiu was already waiting for the bus. He even saw me getting off Lao Wang’s car across the road. Pang Haihai's bag was handed over to him, and he put his hands in his pockets in an obvious gesture of rejection.

Hey, Xiao Mian, I can't cure you yet.

I took the opportunity to grab his hand in his pocket, his palm was actually very hot, I thought it was as cold as his, I didn't want to let it go, I stuffed the lozenges in, "buy everything If you don’t eat it, who else can I give it to, I heard that you can’t speak from your throat after reading every day, so don’t be brave, just accept it.”

There were other people on the platform, and he probably didn't want to get entangled with me, so he didn't refuse, but he said, "Not everyone likes to read aloud when they endorse."

Then the car came, and he walked into the car with his hands in his pockets expressionlessly.

Fuck, Chen Jiu talked to me today, it was still a long sentence, his voice is really nice.

I saw him when I went to the cafeteria for lunch at noon. He happened to be queuing up at the window. Because the noodles in the school cafeteria were terrible, the line was not very long. Lao Xiao and I were originally queuing at the window for side dishes. Shifted positions.

Old Xiao has already seen through my nature of forgetting friends when I see sex.

I stood at the end of the line, and there were two or three people separated from Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu didn't see me until after the interview. Instead of skipping me and leaving, he gave me the meal card.

What do you mean, do you want to invite me to dinner?

Of course I didn't want his treat, but I really wanted to see the photo on his campus card and see what Chen Jiu, a freshman in high school, looked like, so I took that card.

Chen Jiuhe, a freshman in high school, has not changed much now. The white T-shirt looks sunny and clean, exuding a youthful look.

It's my favorite boy.