Chapter 50: Can't hide

The fall from the stairs was not too serious.
There were no signs. Duan Jiaxu didn't even know Jiang Ying was near him. Because she was behind him and suddenly pushed him down. He was unprepared, leaning forward and falling, but fortunately only the forehead was bumped.
That was the time to go out to do exercises during the big class.
There are classmates beside him. Some people evade the three-pointer, some people whisper to the people who are standing beside them, and several others come to persuade Jiang Ying not to go too far.
Yuan Lang beside him helped him up.
Noting the movement in this area, a class cadre immediately ran upstairs to find the class teacher.
That year, Duan Xuan was under fifteen years old.
The teenager is still young and cannot easily adjust and pretend emotionally. Even if he really felt a little guilty about his father's sins, because of this angry behavior, he disappeared instantly.
He took off the blood in his forehead with the back of his hand, looked up at Jiang Ying, and forcibly pressed his anger: "Should you apologize to me?"
Jiang Ying stood with her arms in her arms, her eyes red, but the words she spoke were extremely vicious: "I apologize to you for not dying. I pray every day that you and your mother die sooner."
Listening to this, Duan Jiaxu slowly broke away from Yuan Lang's hand. His teeth gradually tightened, the muscles on his face pulled out uncontrollably, and his eyes became extremely cold.
Duan Jiaxu went up silently.
When he walked in front of Jiang Ying, he repeated again, deliberately biting a bit: "Are you supposed to, apologize with me and my mother."
Jiang Ying stared at him with a sharp voice: "What am I saying wrong! Shouldn't you be damned!"
Duan Jiaxu rushed up the anger, without any reason. He smiled angrily, reached out and grabbed her arm, with great strength, trying to treat his body with his own way.
The head teacher just arrived.
At this time, Duan Jiaxu heard a classmate around him and whispered, "How can he make Jiang Ying apologize to him ..."
As soon as Duan Xu's action stopped, he was stopped by the class teacher in an instant.
Then, he saw that Jiang Ying, who was a perpetrator, suddenly started crying when she saw the class teacher. She drew a puff on her shoulder, and was extremely pitiful: "My dad is dead ... Oh my dad ... ... "
The head teacher comforted her instead.
Also because of Duan's approval, he sharply accused: "Duan's approval! What are you doing! Are you not ashamed?"
Duan praise, are you not ashamed?
At this moment, in the eyes of the people around.
He seems to be the offender.
The class teacher forced Duan Jiaxu to apologize to Jiang Ying, but he said nothing. He didn't stand there to receive the lesson, he turned his head and left, washed the wound with water in the toilet, and returned to the classroom after hitting the class bell.
It happens to be the class teacher's class.
Watching Duan Jiaxu walk into the classroom, the head teacher stopped the lecture and sneered: "Even the teacher doesn't know respect and see what kind of person you can become in the future."
Duan Jiaxu sat back in position.
Yuan Lang whispered, "This old lady has taken the wrong medicine recently."
He took the book out of the drawer and said nothing.
"You can bear it," Yuan Lang couldn't help saying, "After all, your dad really killed her dad, and you owe her ... but she may not want to open it for a while, and it will be fine in the future."
Duan Jiaxu opened the book, and the wet water on his face slid down his chin and dripped onto the textbook.
He heard that his eyelids moved, and he looked at Yuan Lang calmly. After a long time, he laughed at himself.
Duan Jiaxu suddenly understood.
He couldn't show a little anger, nor could he express a bit of dissatisfaction about his injuries, otherwise everyone would think that he and his father were similar.
He has to be gentle with everyone.
Have to laugh forever.
Be a person who doesn't seem to be aggressive at all.
That year, the term "moral abduction" had not yet appeared.
Duan Jiaxu has clearly felt it.
I am suffering.
Hanging up the phone, Sang Zhi walked into the convenience store next to him, and only took a piece of fudge. The store was empty, but no one had seen anyone except the clerk.
Sang Zhi found a place to sit down, took out her mobile phone, and told Duan Xu on WeChat about her specific location. She was afraid to influence him to drive and said nothing afterwards.
I looked for a comic that I was chasing recently.
The temperature in the room is higher than the outside, and it becomes a little stuffy after sitting for a long time.
After reading the last words, Sang Zhi raised his eyes boringly, looked out the glass window, and suddenly noticed that there was a small booth outside. Business is not good and there are no customers.
At this point, the two girls had just left, holding a large fluffy white mass in their hands, which looked like clouds.
Uncle is selling cotton candy.
Sang Zhi was interested, went out of the convenience store, and ordered one in front of the booth. She has n’t eaten for a long time, and seeing the production process of her uncle, she still asks a few words from time to time.
Looking at the growing white marshmallow, Sangzhi looked at the colorful sugar in the jar next to him and couldn't help but ask: "Can you sprinkle some pink sugar on the outer layer?"
Uncle laughed and said, "OK."
The next moment, a complimented voice suddenly came from behind him: "Why is it pink?"
Mulberry caught off guard and turned back subconsciously.
I do n’t know when Duan Xuan stood behind her. He leaned down slightly, with his head a bit on the side. The two met their sights and the distance narrowed.
Only about twenty centimeters.
Later, Duan Jiaxu bent his lips, and Dang Erlang said, "Did you see your brother and feel pink?"
"..."
The uncle also said at this moment: "Okay."
Sangzhi looked back and took the marshmallow: "Thank you."
She took the little pick and made a round in her hand. Sang Zhi felt good-looking, didn't want to eat, and turned to look at him: "Why are you talking so hard?"
Duan Jia Xu raised his eyebrows: "Is it soil?"
"earth."
"Okay." Duan Jiaxu laughed. "How do I feel? It sounds quite romantic."
"..." Sang Zhi couldn't hear whether he was serious or joking. After thinking about it, he didn't hit him, and opened the topic. "Did you come by car?"
"Ok."
Sangzhi: "Where have you parked your car?"
Duan praised and said, "There."
"Oh." Thinking of him working overtime, Sangzhi asked casually, "What did you eat for dinner?"
"Takeaway."
"Then what do you want to eat now?" Sang Zhi reached out, keeping the original shape as much as possible, carefully tearing a piece of marshmallow, and then sighed with relief, "I haven't eaten long, I'm not hungry."
After a pause, Sangzhi added the sentence calmly again: "But I can accompany you to eat."
Staring at her behavior, Duan Jiaxu didn't answer, and there was a hint of fun in her eyes.
He noticed that when Sang Zhi raised his hand and tried to put the marshmallow in his mouth, he suddenly bowed his head and bit the small piece of marshmallow she had just torn off.
Suddenly, his behavior came, and he froze, staring blankly at the little residue left on his finger, and then caught him by surprise: "What are you doing."
Duan Jiaxu licked his lips and said naturally, "I want to eat cotton candy."
"No," Sang Chi said, "this is mine."
Duan Jiaxu looked at her for two seconds, but laughed out loud. Then she took a tissue from her pocket, wiped her fingers for her, looked up at her as she teased, "Boob."
Sangzhi frowned: "You are stingy."
"Let's eat it," Duan Jiaxu stopped teasing her, "wait for it to disappear."
Sang Zhi tore another piece and stuffed it into her mouth, "What do you want to eat?"
Duan Jiaxu said, "Go eat bowl of noodles."
"Then go to that house?" Sang Zhi pointed to the neighborhood, "It's delicious."
"Row."
The two entered the store and found a place to sit.
Duan Jiaxu simply ordered the bowl sign and asked for nothing else. He asked casually, "What have you been doing recently?"
"Our school is going to have a digital media art contest recently, and I plan to participate," Sangzhi said honestly. "I teamed up with people and decided to make animated short films, but I haven't figured out what to do yet."
Duan Jiaxu heard.
Sang Zhi added: "It was originally intended to make micro-films, but it feels that many groups will choose this. Then for game design, there is no programming."
Duan Jiaxu said, "I will."
How does this tone sound like showing off.
"..." Sang Chi hit him. "You can't help me play."
Duan Jiaxu joked: "You retired that group. Let's get together."
Sang Zhi reminded: "Must be a college student."
Duan Jiaxu casually said, "Hmm? Don't I look?"
"..."
Soon, Duan Xiaodian was on the surface.
Most of the marshmallows in Sang Zhi's hands also ate, and the rest gradually melted at the indoor temperature. She threw the sign into the trash can and wiped her hands with a tissue.
Duan Jiaxu's appetite seems to be poor, and he eats slowly.
Sang Zhi took out his mobile phone to play, and looked up at him from time to time. It's been a while since I saw her, she couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to eat?"
"No," Duan Xia said without changing his face. "I'm dragging my time."
"..."
"Slow down and drag you back for two hours."
Hearing this, Sang Zhi paused, and looked down at the phone, pretending not to care, and pretending to say calmly: "This side is soaked for a while."
Duan Jiaxu laughed lowly and did not speak.
She said a few things casually, and Duan Xu responded normally. I didn't notice it at the beginning, but after a long time, Sang Zhi always felt that something was wrong.
He felt that he laughed a lot more tonight, but he didn't seem to be in a good mood. The mood was very light, and the corners of the lips were pulled up stiffly, causing a little tiredness.
Sang Zhi put down her cell phone and asked hesitantly, "Grandpa, are you in a bad mood?"
Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes and seemed to find it interesting: "How did you find out?"
"..." Sangzhi said, "Isn't it good?"
Duan Jia said gently: "A little bit."
Sang Zhi thought about it, and suddenly regretted it, asking dryly, "Because I didn't give you cotton candy just now?"
"..."
Sangzhi was a little overwhelmed: "Then I'll buy you a bunch now?"
Duan Jiaxu ate the last bite of noodles and wiped his mouth with a tissue. He raised an eyebrow, feeling a little funny: "What do you want?"
Sangzhi: "Why are you in a bad mood?"
Duan Jiaxu said indifferently: "Maybe I have worked too much overtime and I am a bit tired."
The two stood up and walked out of the noodle shop.
Sang Zhi had no doubt: "Then you don't have to work overtime."
Duan Jiaxu: "Yes."
Sangzhi thought about it, and suddenly found out the candy he had just bought at the convenience store from his pocket, tore it open, and handed him one: "Please have some sugar."
Duan Jiaxu took it, his eyebrows stretched slightly: "Coax the kid?"
Sang Zhi blinked: "Coax the old child."
"..."
Seeing that he didn't move, Sang Zhi took one, tore off the sugar paper, and handed it to his lips: "This sugar is delicious, my brother likes it too."
Duan Jia Xu paused, took her hand, lowered his head and put sugar in his mouth.
Sang Zhi shoved the rest into his hands: "Give it to you."
Duan Jiaxu stared at the sugar in his hand, the haze under his eyes dissipated, and he smiled with his jaw constricted: "I was so coaxed for the first time."
The previous move was somewhat intimate, but Sanzhi didn't want to see him unhappy. She didn't look away, and said stiffly, "I just ate too much cotton candy. I don't want to eat this."
"Huh?" Duan Jiaxu raised her eyes, faced her eyes, her eyes slid inexplicably, and stopped on her lips. After a few seconds, his throat knot slipped and asked with a dumb voice, "Can I get an inch?"
Sangzhi also looked at him and said honestly, "But I only have this one."
"..."
"If you want, you can buy it again."
"It's not sugar." Duan Jiaxu looked at her, her eyes bright, deep and hooking. He raised his hand, pinched her lower lip with his fingertips, and asked with a small smile, "Can I kiss you?"
"..." Sang Zhi didn't respond, "Ah?"
He retracted his hand, didn't repeat, and still stared at her.
Sang Zhi even had a feeling of hallucination. She couldn't believe her ears, her blood flew up, her ears turned red instantly, and she couldn't say a word.
Duan Jiaxu waited for a while, and asked again, very gentlely: "Okay?"
Sang Zhi turned back and immediately refused: "No."
Duan praised his voice in regret, and then stepped back to the next: "Then hold a small hand?"
Sangzhi was a little overwhelmed, took a step back, and said solemnly: "Do this kind of thing without being together, you are playing hooligan."
Duan Jiaxu said along the way, "Where are we together?"
Sang Zhi felt heart-shaking and felt that as long as he said one more thing, she couldn't stick to her position and agreed directly. She pursed her lips, struggling for a long time, and finally just bit her head and said, "You don't chase me so much."
Silence for a few seconds.
Duan Jiaxu murmured: "So is it."
"Well," he said with a light tone, and his words seemed to be asking her with great respect. "Can I be a hooligan?"