Our Secret (Secret In The Lattice)

Chapter 28

    After watching this movie, I will never like you again, and never be a neurotic again.

    I mean it.

    ——"Little Monster Diary"

    However, in Zhou Siyue's eyes, Ding Xian at this moment is like a neurosis. He twitched his mouth and said lazily and jokingly: "I didn't bother to care about you. Just now, the team came and asked me where you were going. Is it?"

    Puff——

    Isn't Liu Jiang going to pick up the child at this point? !

    Liu Jiang is famous for being a parent. When she thinks of Ye Wanxian's face, her scalp becomes numb and her nerves are tense.

    Ding Xian's heart came up to her throat all of a sudden, and her tongue was slightly knotted: "You...what did you say?"

    Zhou Si Yue wrote the question, looked up at her, and chuckled: "It's just you Dare to play rebellion?"

   "Who rebelled...rebellious..." she muttered in a low voice.

    The boy raised his eyebrows, and then said lazily: "I told him you went to the bathroom."

    After that, he took a pen and poked her forehead, not heavy: "What kind of virtues have you accumulated in your life, can you be like me? Table."

    Ding Xian breathed a sigh of relief, put her heart back in her stomach, and smiled at him: "Thank you, Zhou Si Yue."

    Suddenly, she was so serious, which made Zhou Si look at her strangely. The little girl dropped such a sentence, and turned her head back to look through the workbook, without looking at him anymore.

    This kind of indifferent mood made him couldn't help but look at Ding Xian more.

    Approaching the evening, the setting sun sets the last afterglow, leaning and plumping into the classroom windows, the girl's small shadow is shining in the light, and the fine hair on top of her head rises slightly, swinging gently with the breeze.

    She is actually very white, but too thin. She has few taels of flesh on her body. She is indeed lacking in figure and has nothing to look at. He seems to be able to lift her with one hand.

    In fact, the two did meet once when they were young.

    As Ye Wanxian said, they slept in the same bed that night, but they were only four or five years old? Or six or seven years old?

    Zhou Si Yue can’t remember well, only remember that during the summer vacation, he was taken to live in the countryside by his grandparents. That happened to be Hongxun. Grandpa’s house was flooded, the sheets and bedding were soaked, and the ground was muddy. , There was no way to live, so he went to Ding's house in a neighboring town to stay for one night.

    Ding’s family hadn’t given birth to a second child at that time. The house was very small and the bed was small. Ding Xian’s bed was still a folding bed that was less than one meter tall. Mother Ding asked him to squeeze with Ding Xian. He refused, Xiaoxiao A man, how could he sleep in the same bed with a girl and refuse to live or die, but my grandfather told Mama Ding: Then let's order a baby kiss.

    Zhou Zongtang was in the limelight at the time, and Ye Wanxian had a steelyard in her heart, and responded with ambiguity.

    However, Zhou Si Yue refused to go to bed, and finally couldn't help but fell asleep on the table. Ye Wanxian hugged him to Ding Xian's bed. At that time, the little girl was sleeping deep, and there was a boy's body beside her inexplicably. She was so shocked.

    Ye Wanxian made a shush gesture at her.

    Ding Xian resignedly looked at Zhou Si Yue.

    The boy slept deeply, his skin was as white as porcelain, his eyelashes were hanging down, his brows were always twisted, the pale moonlight outside the window, like a mother's hand, gently caressed the peacefully sleeping boy on the bed.

    Then... it's about the flood during the day... Zhou Si Yue wets the bed at night.

    It was so big that he came consciously. The first time he wets the bed, the boy sat up from the bed with a flushed face, looked at Ding Xian dumbfoundedly and then at the bed sheet under him.

    Ding Xian suffocated a smile.

    The more Zhou Si Yue picked up the pillow beside
him, he smashed it over: "Laughing fart." 

  Ding Xian stopped her smile and thought: The young master from this city has a really big temper.

    The girl at that time was much more playful and agile than now. She covered her mouth and laughed for a while, her small eyes flickered and said: "I want to tell my mother that you stained my sheets."

    "You give me back."

    The young master Zhou sat on the bed, and another pillow smashed over.

    Ding Xian ignored him and turned to open the door: "I want to tell my mother, you are still throwing my pillow."

    Yanping town is no more than a hundred miles away, and the most leisurely people are only Ye Wanxian and a group of women, who like to gather in Qiaotou and River While talking about other people's gossip, last time she heard that all the children were bedwetting at the age of six, and then a group of women giggled and trembled.

    Boys want face at that time.

    Before Ding Xian opened the door, he jumped off the bed and pulled the person back. Ding Xian was actually fairly well-proportioned at the time, with a round face and a particularly pleasing appearance. She especially laughed and sounded like a little lark.

    The boy made a condition: "You help me wash the sheets, don't let your mother know, next time you come to the city, I will take you to play."

    Ding Xian blinked and said, "I won't go to the city."

    Boy looked at girl stupid expression: "You always have to come to the city to study, is it possible that you have to stay in this small town for the rest of your life?"

    Ding Xian thought for a while, that's right, many friends and many ways, so It was closed happily.

    When the two met at Zhou's house before school started, Zhou Si Yue always felt that the girl was in debt.

    But he hasn't mentioned a word for so long since school has started.

    "Hey."

    Zhou Si Yue bent his index finger to buckle the corner of her table.

    Ding Xian looked up and looked at him in confusion.

    The boy retracted his hand, touched the tip of his nose, and coughed lightly. "Weekend..."

    Ding Xian was even more at a loss. "What's wrong?"

    Zhou Si Yue became colder and colder: "Where do you want to go?"