Love At The Right Time (MTL)

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The next day, the boy looked a little unhappy, even when he brought food to Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu, he was very silent. But this appearance was not as obvious as yesterday's anger, and besides delivering food and taking back the tableware, he did not take one step closer to the door. This made Wen Qinghan puzzled and unable to proceed.

After dinner, she handed the bowl out to the boy, and was about to speak, but saw the boy put the bowl aside, facing Wen Qinghan, bowed his head and said nothing.

He should have wanted to say something, Wen Qinghan thought to himself. She moved her chair to the door and sat down. She turned her head to look at him. She didn't say straight, but said slowly: "Actually, winning or losing in this game is not so important to me. You must be rewarded for coming here. , Just stick to the last day."

Shi Qingqiu's words echoed in her ears again, a little far away, Wen Qinghan gently pulled the corners of his lips, and hadn't seen Shi Qingqiu for almost two days. I don't know if she has a book to relieve her boredom.

The boy was still wearing a long sleeve, and the thumbs and index fingers of the two hands placed in front of him were mixed together. He sat silently to the place where he sat when he was talking to Wen Qinghan yesterday.

Wen Qinghan walked and fetched a book. It was a collection of novels, Lu Xun's "Scream". I wonder if any of the students who lived here before has fallen. This collection of novels, Wen Qinghan, had been bought. It was only a dozen years ago, when she opened it in junior high school, that she realized that she could hardly remember much of the content in this book when she opened it yesterday.

"When I was in school, there was a classmate in the class who didn't listen to class and was very disobedient. He didn't do homework, contradicted the teacher, and didn't do it on duty. He often embarrassed the class cadres. Everyone hated him. Tickle, I wish I didn't have this person in the class."

Wen Qinghan paused, and asked the boy outside: "If you are here, you will also think he is very annoying, right?"

The boy froze for a moment, then turned to look at her, then nodded slowly, "Yes."

Wen Qinghan continued: "At that time, our head teacher was a very good teacher. He would accompany us to the playground and play ball games. He would also give individual lectures to every classmate who encountered problems. He said patiently until we understood. "She paused again and asked: "You would think he is a good teacher, right?"

The boy nodded: "Yes, our teacher does the same."

Wen Qinghan shook her head, holding the "Scream" in her hand, rubbing her thumb on the gilded book title, her long curly eyelashes trembling slightly, the light of the setting sun fell on her, and the indifferent breath seemed to see through the dust. The wise man of things.

"But once the student ran against him and was so arrogant. When he threatened to tear down all the students' desks, the head teacher slapped him on the head." Wen Qinghan finished speaking, turned to look at the boy, "That The student was not injured, and his parents agreed with the teacher’s approach, thinking that the child’s mistakes should be taught. But later, he became gloomy. When someone raised his hand, he subconsciously avoided it, and seemed to be much more obedient. ."

The boy looked at Wen Qinghan with his eyes unblinking. The trace of sorrow from the silence just disappeared, replaced by doubts about what Wen Qinghan said. He opened his eyes sorely that he reacted, blinked, and asked, "Why is this?"

Wen Qinghan opened the title page of the book and watched the setting sun cast a beam of light on the book. Her state of mind was calm. "Because he was afraid, everyone thought his encounter was not a bad thing, even if a few people felt it shouldn't be. It didn’t help to do that. Because the student’s parents had no opinion, it gradually evolved into this way."