He Xuchunqiu

After the sports meeting, what man's scabbed palms seemed to be covered with twisted centipedes, which was particularly oozing at first glance.Fortunately, it was only a skin trauma, and all of them faded away within a month, and only one or two deep wounds left proliferating white marks.

Seeing it, Xu Ran felt that those inconspicuous scars were an eyesore, so she deliberately stole her mother's imported beauty repair cream from home for someone to use.

"What is this?" After class, Xu Ran held He Xu's hand and wiped a sticky unknown hand cream on it. The hand cream has a fresh floral fragrance, which is better than the strong-smelling miscellaneous brand hand cream that He Ma usually uses. attractive.

Xu Ran's fingers picked out a large lump of repairing cream and spread it on someone's hand, carefully filling the lines on the palm: "My mother's what kind of repairing cream, I heard it is very effective in removing scars."

Who picked up the repair cream with the other free hand and held it up to his eyes. Xu Ran had already emptied most of the small bottle of repair cream. The English stamping on the bottle body marked its place of origin - Japan.

Who has seen pigs running without eating pork? The price of this kind of cosmetics in Japan is not generally expensive.

He Xu frowned slightly, and quickly pulled his hand away from Xu Ran: "Don't paint it, it's too wasteful."

Xu Ran couldn't help but pull He Xu's hand back again: "What a waste! Isn't it just a broken bottle! Your hand is not as important."

He Xu pulled his hand out again, but this time Xu Ran held him tightly and couldn't get away.

He Xuren's palm prints are very chaotic, especially the lifeline, which branches out into fine forks.A newly born scar abruptly broke through this ill-fated lifeline, as if cutting off a fresh life, Xu Ran looked very upset.

Who can't resist Xu Ran, he can only let him manipulate his own hands.After Xu Ran wiped this hand, he pulled up the other hand, and was about to put his finger into the vial of repairing cream again, but someone stopped him quickly.

"Don't put it on, I just rub my hands together and that's enough." Who really loves Xu Ran's mother's bottle of repairing cream.

Xu Ran blinked, but still listened to someone's words and didn't continue to help him apply the repair cream.

What person withdrew his hand and rubbed his hands back and forth until they were all stained with a light floral fragrance.

When the class bell rings, who is ready to practice the exercises? This class is an English class, and the class teacher will give exercises.

As soon as Huang Ying entered the classroom, she locked her eyes on He Xu: "He Xu, is your hand ready?"

When someone was called, he immediately raised his hand and stood up: "Okay, everything is fine."

Huang Ying flipped through the practice questions with one hand, and tapped on the blackboard with the other hand to signal someone to come up: "Then come and write the answers to the questions."

Who is not easy to refuse, just pick up the homework and go straight to the podium.He Xu reached into the chalk box on the podium with a flowery hand, Huang Ying cast a glance at him, and said in a moderate voice: "It's only January, and some male students have used hand cream, it's worse than girls. Jingui."

He Xuren's blackboard writing hand trembled, and the chalk immediately broke in two.After a slight pause, He Xu quickly walked on the blackboard again with his hand holding the chalk.

After a while, a neat row of example sentences appeared on the blackboard.How can someone finish writing the first big question, clap his hands, and walk off the platform consciously.

"Wait, why are you leaving the podium? Keep writing, you are so confident that you are not wrong? Stand by the side with a red pen, correct any mistakes, and write the following topic after correcting." Huang Ying stopped and walked to her seat What kind of person in the past, "You will come up and write all the topics in the future."

He Xu lowered his head, secretly clenched the exercise book in his hand, and walked back to the podium through the eyes of the students with different thoughts.

Picking up two sticks of chalk, one red and one white, He Heren stood quietly beside the TV cabinet piled with debris, trying his best to integrate himself with the pile of debris.

But He Xuren is a living person after all, no one can ignore him, there are always classmates with smiling or sympathetic eyes passing over him.

It's just that these curiosity have gradually become normal. As long as the head teacher's class arrives, who will always stand on the podium consciously and hold the chalk for standby.At first it was English practice answers, then English model essays, and finally all the notes from the head teacher, and even the exercises and reference answers left by other teachers for students to write.

How many people's hands and clothes are always covered with chalk dust, so that the white dust deeply embedded in the nails often needs to be cleaned with a brush.

The deeper the winter, the lower the temperature, and how many people's hands have been frostbitten after repeated washing with cold water.

He Xu's hands were swollen like small carrots, Xu Ran felt very distressed, afraid that those chapped scars would burst open again.

"Why don't you go up and talk to the old class." Xu Ran took advantage of the recess and tightly held He Xu's hand.

Who would have thought of the fact that they complained to their parents about this matter and were criticized not long ago, and the mother’s dissatisfied voice sounded in their ears again: “Isn’t it just writing a few words? Is it so difficult? I wash dishes and do housework at home every day. You have more calluses than you! Don't be so spoiled, your aunt will give you a chance, do it well..."

"No, thank you." He Xu seized the time and stood on the podium a second before the class teacher entered the door.

How can someone's frozen fingers have difficulty bending, and a few fingers are pinching chalk but are numb and unconscious.There are so many blackboard notes in English class, and I often have to write six or seven chapters.

When the blackboard was wiped for the fourth time, a trace of warmth oozes from He Xuren's hands.

He Xu didn't notice it at first, but the white chalk in his hand was gradually dyed with layers of red, which was dazzling and vivid.

How can anyone pinch the chalk in front of his eyes, only to find that the blood flowing from the chapped part of his finger has solidified.

After only a pause for a few minutes, the class teacher's urging came from my ear: "Why did you stop suddenly? Everyone is still waiting to copy notes, so don't waste your classmates' time."

He Xu rubbed his fingers and continued to raise his hand to write notes.

The whole class bowed their heads again and started copying notes. The homeroom teacher walked back and forth between the groups with a loudspeaker. No one noticed who had tears streaming down his face.

Who's tears surged like a tide, but this wave of tide couldn't touch any reefs to resist, they could only silently meet at Who's jaws, and finally turned into ice-cold water flowing down his neck and sinking into his chest.

Xu Ran raised his head high, watching the bloody chalk in someone's hand wasted into each example sentence word, and finally pressed hard to form a period.

Xu Ran didn't understand why someone always put up with these uncomfortable things in his heart. He really wanted to know how much pain and grievances could be accumulated in such a thin body.

An English class was over, and the tears on his face had long since dried up. He bent over to the bucket covered with a rag, and rubbed the remaining ash and blood in the gully between his fingers.

Back at the seat, Xu Ran's hand immediately covered it: "It's cracked again? Why do you still wash your hands with the water from the podium, aren't you afraid of infection?"

"Thank you." He Xuren's voice was a little hoarse as he shed tears.

Xu Ran unscrewed a bottle of clean pure water, and carefully wiped the cracked hole on He Xu's hand with a paper towel dipped in water. While wiping, he observed He Xu's expression, for fear that he might hurt him again.

He Xuren's hands were covered with heat, and the blood in his hands seemed to flow at an extremely fast speed. Xu Ran's hands were like hot coals, burning He Xuren's chapped wounds with unbearable itchiness.

Who can't help scratching the skin around the gap with his nails, and was held down by Xu Ran at once.

"Don't scratch! It hurts you to death." Xu Ran rubbed his hands to warm them up, and then covered someone else's hands.

"Xu Ran, why are you so nice to me?" He Xuren thought this in his heart and said it out of his mouth.

Xu Ran opened his mouth to answer without thinking: because I like you.

But the class bell rang unfortunately, interrupting Xu Ran's words.

After class, He Xuren and Xu Ran tacitly did not raise this question again.

How many people silently blame themselves: Why should I ask this kind of question?Xu Ran is very warm to many people. He regards me as a friend out of concern among friends. Why should I have such nasty expectations.

Xu Ran took a long breath: It's a good thing I didn't say it out, if I did, no one would think I was a pervert!His family education is so strict, he must not be able to accept this.

Even though both of them tacitly concealed their expectations, the last two years of junior high school brought them closer and closer.

Three months before the senior high school entrance examination, there was an examination to directly enter the high school of the school. He Xuren, who was preparing for the examination urgently at the request of his parents, was transferred away from Xu Ran's side.What kind of person doesn't like to walk around, and spends all day in the pile of books reviewing questions, so he didn't notice that Xu Ran, who usually likes to chat with him to pass the time, didn't come to harass him anymore.

Whoever failed the selection test again, who was lucky that he could get along with Xu Ran for another three months.

When we met again after the review, Xu Ran's expression was very gloomy, and the first thing he said when he saw someone was: "Do you know how to make a lot of money quickly?"

Who was dumb, and ran away in a hurry after responding to a few words indiscriminately.The Xu Ran in front of him was quite different from the Xu Ran he knew, exuding a strange and dark aura all over his body.

After that day, no one has seen Xu Ran again.

The last time I heard the word "Xu Ran" was less than a month before the senior high school entrance examination.At that time, who was calculating the chemical reaction under the squeaky electric fan, the teacher in charge patted him on the shoulder and called him into the office.

Standing in the office was a woman with a haggard face but well-dressed clothes. Whenever she saw someone, she pressed his shoulders: "Student, when was the last time you saw Xu Ran? What did he say?"

He Xuren was so frightened by Xu Ran's mother's aggressive aura that he couldn't speak, so he could only briefly explain the time of the last meeting.

The teacher in charge held Xu Ran's mother steady, and waved him back to the classroom: "He Xuren is the best friend with Xu Ran, and he said that there is nothing he can do if he never sees him again..."

He Xu returned to his seat numbly, and continued to calculate the next reaction, but his head was empty, unable to think of any knowledge points.