To Make He Yu Regret

Jiang Mingzhen didn't argue with anything, and simply followed her aunt.

He Yu turned sideways and quietly opened his eyes to look at her.

The hem of her pajamas was not pulled properly, half tucked in her pants and half outside.

The slippers... I still didn't wear them.

"He Yu, what are you doing?" The bed next door saw him lift the quilt and ran out, trying to stop him.

It was too late, He Yu had been noticed by the aunt.

In the silence of everyone's danger, she looked at the little boy who had brought him to the door.

"I didn't take a good nap either." He raised his hand and reported to his aunt.

Jiang Mingzhen looked at him weirdly.

He Yu, who noticed her gaze, did not look back.

"Then you go to the penalty station too?" The aunt asked tentatively if he didn't understand his intention.

"Yeah." He lined up consciously, standing behind Jiang Mingzhen.

That's nothing to say, I can only take them both out.

The sun is at its strongest at noon, and it is hot to step on the floor.

After the aunt asked them to stand here, she went to the cafeteria to eat.

Jiang Mingzhen and He Yu stood at a distance of one arm, and neither of them spoke.

In fact, there is a lot to say, but her mouth seemed to be sewn with thread. Jiang Mingzhen sighed deeply, but still couldn't open her mouth.

Finally, it was He Yu who spoke first.

"Put on shoes," he said.

She glanced at the concrete floor to her side, and he took off his shoes and put them there.

Jiang Mingzhen didn't move, and He Yu thought she was a young lady, and didn't want to wear it.

Kneeling down, he grabbed her feet, moved up and put his slippers underneath. Jiang Mingzhen's center of gravity was tilted, and he almost fell over.

On the other foot, he intends to do the same.

? "Wait," she hurriedly said: "I will wear it myself!"

He Yu let go of her ankle.

"Your clothes," he said in one go: "I didn't pull it back."

Jiang Mingzhen turned to look behind her, really.

——Why did he look so carefully!

"Yes, I want you to take care of it." She could have put on a fierce look to ease the embarrassment, if she didn't stutter.

He Yu turned his head and didn't look at Jiang Mingzhen again.

After doing these two things, he regained his silence.

Jiang Mingzhen nuanced her mouth and looked down at her feet.

He Yu's blue slippers are just right for her.

Where are his feet? Are you afraid of being hot?

"Hey," she whispered, "I already know about you."

Unexpectedly, He Yu nodded at her.

"Yes, I am leaving soon."

"Huh?" Jiang Mingzhen's eyes widened, and it was the first time he heard: "Are you going?"

"Didn't you say that you know?" He Yu didn't expect her to be so surprised: "My father's business, his construction site should have to lose money to us. But they have been dragging it for a long time. Relatives in the country said that their construction site had recently been doing work. There are fewer and fewer people alive, so let my mother go back as soon as possible and ask what's going on."

"Uh, what I know..." You want to marry me.

Jiang Mingzhen swallowed the second half of the sentence and focused on what he just said: "Then when are you going back?"

Suddenly hearing such big news, she became nervous all over.

He Yu didn't answer her immediately, she was even more anxious.

"My dad's new restaurant opens on the weekend. You are going to eat. Are you not going?"

"I don't know either." He was affected by her emotions, and his mood became confused: "Maybe, as if we will leave next week."

"So fast……"

Jiang Mingzhen's expression darkened suddenly, and he kicked the stone on the ground with He Yu's slippers, with a deep tone of reluctance.

"How long are you going?"

"Soon," He Yu said, watching the little stones she kicked out: "I will be back when I get the money. A week or two, or a month or two."

"It's a long time for one or two months! Can Aunt Fan ask alone? Why do you want to go together?"

She probably didn't notice it herself, her hand unconsciously pulled his sleeve.

He Yu gave her a deep look.

"My mother is a nanny, I am the son of a nanny, and the nanny is taking care of others. My mother is not there, and in turn asking you to take care of me, this is not allowed."

In his words, there is a strong dividing line that separates "you" and "us".

Jiang Mingzhen loosened his sleeves in despair.

"Oh, then I'll wait for you to come back... I mean, I'll wait for Aunt Fan. You know, I want Aunt Fan to feed."

"Ok."

in the afternoon.

The children voted for the "My Friend" exhibition and selected the first place in the school.

"Let us congratulate, He Yu."

After reading the name of the final student, the teacher led the students to applaud him.

In the applause, He Yu stepped onto the podium.

Among the children, Jiang Mingzhen was undoubtedly the one who clapped the hardest.

The teacher handed the red background and gold rim of the award to He Yu. He raised it with both hands and bowed to everyone.

On the certificate, the **** letters read: [He Yu, kid, you performed well in this campus painting exhibition "My Friend", won the first place, and was named: "Future Little Painter". This letter is hereby issued for encouragement. 】

"Little painter of the future!" Jiang Mingzhen was more excited than the winner, and took the lead in shouting in the audience.

"He Yu is the little painter of the future!" The applauding children followed her and booed.

He Yu blushed when they called him, put away the certificate, not let them look again.

His paintings will be displayed in the "Culture Window" of the campus for three months. The name "He Yu" has really made the limelight recently. No one called him by his old nickname, and few people remembered that they made fun of him as Jiang Mingzhen's dog.

During the period when Jiang Mingzhen and He Yu were not talking, Xu Meiyin not only asked Jiang Mingzhen "Why not apologize to He Yu a few more times", Aunt Fan also asked He Yu not to be so narrow-minded and forgive Miss Zhen for her unintentional mistake.

The reason He Yu was unwilling to forgive was not only because she broke his watercolor pen. He wanted to draw a clear line with her. He couldn't forget Jiang Mingzhen's agreement when others said that he was a "local dog".

He played with her and shared his own things with her, initially because she was the young lady at home and he wanted to please.

But later, he took the initiative to play with her and took her out to buy dried sweet potatoes, which had nothing to do with being pleased.

He regarded her as a...friend.

If she doesn't treat him as a friend, He Yu thought: Then I definitely don't want to be Jiang Mingzhen's dog.

"Jiang Mingzhen, what did you paint?"

After the selection of the first place, the art teacher sent out everyone's painting assignments, and Jiang Mingzhen's painting attracted everyone's attention.

"Pile of yellow, my God, it's disgusting!"

Jiang Mingzhen pounced on her painting, blocking the curiosity of the people around her.

"I saw it!"

Her back table pulled out the painting from Jiang Mingzhen's squeaky nest.

"She drew it, a little boy happily pooping."

"Hahahahaha." Laughter broke out all around.

Jiang Mingzhen jumped up in embarrassment, grabbed the boy's own painting, rubbed it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can at the back of the classroom.

"Jiang Mingzhen's friend is a **** boy!"

Seeing that she was really angry, the back table continued to make funny faces to tease her.

"You try one more sentence?"

She had a ferocious face and showed her fist at him.

"Oh, I dare not..." The back table pretended to beg for mercy. While Jiang Mingzhen was relaxed, he found the gap and ran outside the classroom, shouting as he ran, "Jiang Mingzhen has a poop! Poop friend! Hurry up everyone! Come and see!"

Jiang Mingzhen clenched her fists angrily and ran after him.

The last painting was not taken back by her.

Those high mountains painted with orange-yellow watercolor pencils, the smiling boy with short hair, crumpled into dirty paper balls.

It lay quietly in the trash corner, completely forgotten.

Thanks to Jiang Mingzhen's messy painting skills, only a few people in this world can see that she is not painting a little boy who is happily pooping.

She drew, her friend, He Yu, who was sitting on the Digua Mountain with a smile on his face.

He Yu was the student on duty that day.

After finishing the classroom hygiene, turn off the lights and walk alone on the way from school.

He took out the honey cake from his pocket.

Eat it in small bites.