Chapter 7: secretly

Sang Yan put up with it, turned off the faucet, and turned the water left on his hand to get the childish face: "I give you two options. Go back and watch your idiot cartoon, or stay here for me Fight. "
"Why are you angry." Sanzhi wiped off the water on his face and frowned. "I was scolded, not you."
Sang Yan put his inner pot into the rice cooker without raising his eyes: "The door is there."
Sang Zhi didn't move, and said very seriously, "Anyway, don't tell others, I look like you."
He poked and sneered: "Who is rare."
After speaking, Sang Yan pressed her face hard, snatched the bowl of strawberries in her hand, and walked out of the kitchen.
Sang Zhi rubbed his face subconsciously. Noting that her hands were empty, her eyes suddenly widened and she couldn't believe it and asked, "How can you grab me?"
"What's up with you?" Sang Yan picked up one and bit his mouth. "You made money to buy it?"
Sang Zhi reached out enough: "I took it out of the refrigerator."
Sang Yan easily raised his hand. "That's the refrigerator too."
She stomped her feet, hopping: "But I took it out and it was mine."
"According to you, now that I have it, it is mine."
"..."
The two were deadlocked for a while.
When Sang Yan was about to eat the fifth strawberry, his cell phone rang. He glanced at Sangzhi and lowered his hand holding the strawberry calmly, freeing his other hand to flip the phone.
Taking advantage of this gap, San Zhi quickly jumped up and snatched the bowl back.
Sang Yan hummed and answered the phone: "Why."
I don't know what to say there.
"I went home. Didn't the dormitory find a blackout of the offending appliances for a day? Take refuge home." Speaking of this, he paused and said, "Don't say, I'm kind of sorry."
Sang Zhi returned to the TV to watch the cartoons and didn't want to ignore him.
Sang Yan said leisurely: "It's okay, I'm out of luck."
Holding the remote control, Sang Zhi turned up the volume of the TV.
Sang Yan was completely unaffected, and lazily spoke to the person on the other side of the phone: "Qian Fei is going home, too. You ask Duan Xuan, he won't go back. But he may not be at school."
Hearing that name I haven't heard for a long time, Sanchi looked subconsciously. She yanked the remote control with her finger, worried that she would find clues, and lowered her head quickly.
Turn down the volume in silence.
A weird tension came to mind. I feel a little stuffy on my chest, my head is a bit blank, and I feel that my breathing has become a little short. She focused uncontrollably on Sang Yan.
"How many times have you forgotten to bring the key?" Sang Yan fell down the stone, "Auntie certainly won't give it to you, but you can go to scold."
Duan praise was not mentioned afterwards.
Thinking of Sang Yan just now, Sang Zhi suddenly had a bad association.
Don't go home during Dragon Boat Festival, not necessarily in school.
If this is the case, then I guess I have a girlfriend.
But this age should be there.
Seeing a teacher can make it look like a friendship, it must be there.
It doesn't matter to her anyway.
There is.
It's not an amazing thing.
The more he thought, the more he felt panicked, and he threw his plastic bowl on the table.
There was a crackling sound.
Sang Yan, who was sitting on a dining chair, just hung up. Noting that she had inflamed somehow, he looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Can you be so angry watching a cartoon?"
Sang Zhi turned off the TV.
Sang Yan sighed, "Is the Pleasant Goat captured by the Gray Wolf again?"
Sang Zhi finally retorted: "I'm not looking at that."
Sang Yan was not interested. He took the last sip of water and reminded him, "If you want to watch it, the TV will shut me down. I will go to sleep."
"Brother." Sang called him suddenly.
"?"
Sang Zhi scratched his head, hesitantly came out: "Are you in the dormitory only you without a girlfriend."
"..." Sang Yan stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, "Little devil, why have you been so concerned about me lately?"
Sang Zhi was a little guilty: "I'll ask."
"Parents asked you to ask?"
"I don't care about you?" Sangzhi muttered, "I heard my mother said that Grandma Chen wants to date her little daughter recently. If you don't have one, you can just go there."
"..." Sang Yan paused. "Grandma's little daughter?"
"Yes indeed."
"Isn't that forty?"
Sang Zhi blinked: "What's wrong, you can't choose that condition."
"..." Sang Yan wanted to swear.
He was afraid that the little ghost would learn, and he would use it against him later.
"You don't need to care." Sang Yanwo hurriedly walked over and knocked her head with an empty bottle. "Do you know why my roommates are not targeted?"
Mulberry didn't say a word.
"Because they're all lined up for me," Sang Yan said. "I came home because of asylum, understand?"
Sangzhi looked at him, and did not argue with him this time, nodding silently.
She watched Sang Yan unhappyly toss the bottle into the trash can, got up and walked towards the room, quickly turned back, adding: "Because Lao Tzu is straight."
Sang Zhi nodded again.
But she didn't listen to anything else.
Only clearly understood the four words before that.
-No object.
At supper time, Sang Yan ate and suddenly mentioned something: "Yes, Dad. I'm moving to the campus after the exam, and moving back to the main campus, will you lend me the car when you get there?"
Sang Rong nodded: "Is there more stuff? Should I find a moving company?"
Sang Yan: "No, I just don't bother to squeeze the school bus."
Li Ping asked, "Main campus? Isn't that just near the school?"
Sang Yan said.
Sang Rong: "Then you can pick up your sister from school when you are free."
"..." Sang Yan twitched. "I have to bring a child to college?"
Sangzhi was also reluctant: "I don't need him to pick it up."
"It's better." Sang Yan gave a soft whisper, and looked at Sang Rong again. "It should be the beginning of next month, you lend me Toyota's car, bigger. I incidentally gave me a roommate's things Get it all together. "
Sang Rong: "Don't bully your sister, just do anything."
Sang Zhi then said, "Don't bully me, just do anything."
"..." Sang Yan put up with it, "I see."
Thinking of the word "housemate" in his mouth, Sangzhi had some expectations in his heart and hesitated to ask, "Brother, which housemate do you want to help you move things with?"
Sang Yan's eyelids didn't move. "What do you ask?"
Sang Zhinian changed her face and said, "I want to help you move together."
"..." Sang Yan stopped eating. Thinking he had heard it wrong, he began to doubt himself, "You want to help me move the dormitory?"
Mulberry: "Yeah."
Sang Yan didn't know what she was paying attention, reminded: "You have to go to class."
"Isn't there a weekend? Also, I will leave school at 4.20," said Sang Zhi. "I can help you after school, anyway, you should not be so early."
Sang Yan: "That's a coincidence. I must finish moving before 4:20."
Explicit refusal.
Sang Zhi glanced at him, pursed her lips, and stopped talking.
Sang Rong suddenly said, "What's wrong with your sister who wants to help you? It's not a bad thing and it won't affect you."
Sang Yan reluctantly: "No, things are too heavy to die, how can she move? I have to prevent her from bumping into bumps. I'm busy packing things, how can I have the energy to control her."
Sang Rong: "Then let your sister watch you clean up."
Sang Yan: "..."
He exhaled, looked at Sangzhi, and slowly said, "OK, whatever you want."
After getting an affirmative answer, Sang Zhi immediately rejoiced, rounded her eyes into a crescent, smiled and said, "Okay, I will watch my brother clean up when I get there."
"..."
In fact, even Sang Chi herself did not quite understand her series of practices.
She didn't know why she was trying to find out whether Duan Xuan had a girlfriend, or why she offered to help Sang Yan move the dormitory.
Many signs point to one thing.
But Zanzi was reluctant to admit it.
Is simply missing someone;
Or, at the age when the love sinus first opened, an uncontrollable breed of deep emotions from the bottom of your heart was born.
I want to release such emotions.
But I only dare, secretly pressed in my heart.
Hiding somewhere no one knows.
The day Sang Yan moved to the dormitory was Wednesday.
As soon as the school bell rang, Sang Zhi immediately carried his schoolbag on his back and ran out without even saying hello, making Yin really confused.
Maybe it's because the campus moved, and there was a lot more traffic along the way than usual.
Sang Zhi knew that the main campus of Nanwu University was there, and he often passed by when he returned home. Moreover, because the area of ​​Rising Sun Middle School is too small, their school sports games were held on their playground before.
What kind of cultural performances the school has are also borrowed from the venue of Nanwu University.
Therefore, Rising Sun Middle School was nicknamed as "Affiliated Middle School of Nanwu University".
Sang Zhi walked to the door of Nanwu University, stopped, and called Sang Yan.
But Sang Yan completely forgot what she was going to help, and when she got the phone call she said, "No, you really want to come?"
Sangzhi said innocently: "I'm all at the door."
"..." Sang Yan said, "Are you at the front door?"
"Ok."
"I don't have time to go out and pick you up right now. You come in and turn right, then go straight, you can see a staircase, just come up. The fifth floor of the 9th building is 525." Sang Yan added, "If you feel unsure, you Ask the way, and ask where are the nine dormitories for boys. Did you hear that? "
Sangzhi obediently said: "I heard."
Sang Zhi hung up and followed the route Sang Yan said.
Nanwu University has many local students.
Today, there are many people who help their families come to help, so along the way, Sang Zhi can see a lot of people who no longer seem to be college students, as well as students wearing junior high school uniforms like her.
Walked for ten minutes.
Sang Zhi saw a wide staircase. The location below was empty, with several buses parked, and a row of cars leaving a three-meter wide road.
She looked around and was about to call Sang Yan, and suddenly noticed that Sang Rong's car was parked not far away.
Sang Zhi put down her phone and walked over.
No one was in the car, but the trunk was open. I wonder if it was forgotten or for some other reason.
There was only a stack of books and a very ugly puppet.
Thinking about going up, just move the two together. Sangzhi hesitated to pick up the puppet, wanted to put it on the top of the stack of books, and then hugged them together. More convenient to take.
She hadn't finished her movements, and her hands hadn't been released yet.
There was a sudden shadow behind him, as if someone was standing behind her, blocking her light.
Sang Zhi turned back subconsciously.
What caught her eyes was a short black sleeve.
Look up.
Swipe across the man's throat, jaw, lips, and face his smiley eyes.
Duan Jiaxu lowered her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the puppet in her hand for a few seconds. Then, she stooped down and looked down at her. He ripped the corners of his lips and laughed longly, "Where's the thief running?"
The distance is a bit close.
Sangzhi's expression stiffened, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Later, Duan Jiaxu pointed at her hand and raised her eyebrows, "Why only steal the stuff of my brother."
Pause for a few seconds.
He asked slowly: "Follow me?"