Haicheng Wenjin Primary School

Zhang Xingxing stood at the back door of the school, crossing the road, secretly glanced at the opposite side, and happened to see Song Yuan talking to a boy with hair that was so long that he protected his ears.

The boy looked good, and Zhang Xingxing felt that he was probably a little worse than himself - he was before.

Song Yuan's expression was a little melancholy, and there was a trace of tears on her beautiful face. The boy seemed a little helpless.

He was silent for a moment.

Since the fracture, the doctors raised money for him to perform the surgery, and the hospital reduced some of the medical expenses. Finally, the disease was cured, but it was not well maintained. Until now, the legs hurt when they moved, and they limped when they walked.

Now he is in the new school, and his classmates call him cripple.

Zhang Xingxing never thought that one day he would end up like this. It seemed that in Experimental Primary School, there were children in their class who would be "bullied".

What did he think at that time?

It seemed like he was disdainful and didn't even bother to ask. At that time, he felt that he would be bullied, and that it was all the bullied ones who were useless. What does it have to do with others?

Thinking of those, Zhang Xingxing showed an expression of indescribable crying or laughing on his face. Now that he has fallen into this situation, he realizes that struggling is useless, and fighting desperately is useless. When everyone despises you, treats you coldly, and hurts you, you will naturally fall into the dust.

Zhang Xingxing felt that he no longer existed in this world, he was the air, and no one could see him anymore.

The old things in the past seemed to be getting blurry, and everything that mattered in his life was eliminated from his life.

His beautiful memories are as beautiful as bubbles in the sun.

Involuntarily, Zhang Xingxing went to see Song Yuan again. Song Yuan used to be an unattainable fairy. He always liked to talk to Song Yuan, and liked to look at him with admiration. He liked to paint Song Yuan's cute expression and listen to her express her worries.

But now, he has no qualifications to follow her, say a few words to her, and shelter her from the wind and rain.

Zhang Xingxing leaned against the wall and silently took out wrinkled pills from his pocket and took them.

After he was discharged from the hospital, the nurses in the hospital took him home and even brought him a lot of medicine. A few months ago, he was in a bad mood and refused to eat well. He tried hard. Now that he wants a healthy body, it is difficult to reach the sky.

He stood up straight with the wall and looked up again. Song Yuan was gone. He suddenly saw a huge billboard outside the subway station not far away.

Zhang Xingxing raised his foot and walked towards the bus stop, as if he had never seen the advertisement.

In the past two months, the various food advertisements of "Yang Ji" have been as rich as the concerts of the King of Singers Xiao Tianwang. Last week, the school went out for a spring outing, and most of the children in the class brought "Yang Ji" snacks.

Everyone knows that Yang Yuying, the boss of "Yang Ji", once received the emperor's reward at the prince's wedding banquet, and performed a full martial arts show.

"Yang Yuying...Mom..."

She is a star.

She is a famous chef.

Her family's capital is over 100 million.

She is Haicheng's hope.

Zhang Xingxing's tears suddenly fell, and he squatted on the ground, and burst into tears again.

He has scolded and hated him during this period, and cried countless times, and thought he would never cry again in the future. He should not cry for that woman.

But, after all, I couldn't help it.

In those days, when he was still with his mother, now when he thinks about it, he is so happy every minute and every second.

At that time, he didn't have to consider tuition fees, what to eat today, what to wear tomorrow, and how to deal with classmates and teachers, his mother would help him do it.

He didn't like those nagging, those long-winded words, those worries inside and outside, and those expectations for him at that time, and he felt annoyed.

He saw his mother smile at his teacher, giving all kinds of gifts, and even helping the teacher with many trivial matters, and he felt annoyed and embarrassed. How long has it been? It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, no one was willing to work hard for him again.

It was only today that Zhang Xingxing realized that it was so difficult for people to live in this world.

What will happen to him in the future?

My father ignored him. The newly-searched woman was mean and vicious and terrifying before she married her father. She had almost no place for him to stand at home.

He wanted to escape from the house several times, but he didn't know how to escape.

What else can he do? He used to think that he could paint for his whole life and become a world-famous painter in the future, but now his hands are weak and powerless, and he can barely pick up the brush, but he can't draw it.

Will his future be the same as his father?

Whenever Zhang Xingxing thinks of the future, endless fear will arise from the depths of his heart.

Yang Yuying is also a little scared now, only a little bit.

On this day, the sky was high and the clouds were quiet, and the breeze came slowly. The arrival of "Yang Ji" in front of the door was different from before. There were no people in line. Thanks to Yin Feng's help, Yin Feng went over for a day to set up a queue system for "Yang Ji". It was breakfast time to get up at 6:30 to 8:00 every morning.

Just get a reservation code at the door and it will show your queue time. You can leave with the reservation code. Just come over again when the time comes.

Yang Yuying thought this queueing system was very practical, but Yin Feng felt it was too monotonous.

"Our breakfast variety is not rich enough now, almost every customer has the same serving. There is no need to install a mini program to order food. We will adjust it when there are more varieties in the future."

Yang Yuying: Our family?

"Huh, Master Yin, I think something is wrong with you."

In the early morning, Yang Yuying wiped off the thin sweat from her forehead with a towel, turned over from the eaves, and sat next to the stone table. On the other side of the stone table, Yin Feng was lazy and boneless, resting his chin on the stone table, and his eyes were always chasing Yang Yuying.

"Um?"

"Have you come to Ji Yang so diligently recently?"

Yang Yuying blinked and suddenly smiled.

Yin Feng’s life in the past two years has been different.

Song Chongyao has now been excluded from the decision-making level of the Song family, and has lost his position as an heir and is also plagued by lawsuits, so the Song family's heir naturally became Yin Feng.

Old Mrs. Song was particularly satisfied with him. The business at hand started with Ying Hua in the past two years and was handed over to him step by step. Of course, although the old lady was old and energetic, she did not retire. She was just like she was cultivating Song Chongyao at the time, she was gradually cultivating Yin Feng.

As a result, Yin Feng became more and more busy. Of course, no matter how busy he was, he did not give up Yang Ji's food, and he almost came here every few days.

Yang Yuying was also used to him coming. Every time he came, the two of them chatted and drank, which was a similar interest.

But the frequency of this period is indeed not ordinary.

Yin Feng was occupied for most of the time and didn't have time to go out for a long time. Just now, he called him and buryed him from beginning to end, saying that he couldn't even scream recently, he didn't go to the bar, he didn't go to the racing car, and he didn't like to watch it anymore, and he became no different from those dull and boring guys.

After being ruthlessly squirted by the boy, Yin Feng lay on the table depressedly, and his eyes looked bright when he looked at Yang Yuying.

Yang Yuying smiled and grabbed a piece of honey and three knifes for him.

The Mi Sandao was made by Yang Yuying himself. It tasted the sweetness and should be suitable for Yin Feng. Yin Feng really liked it very much. He ate one piece and then went to eat another piece. After eating seven or eight pieces in a row, he burped a little before he was honestly holding the tea and drinking it.

"I like my meals so much?"

Yin Feng thought for a while and suddenly said, "Sister, I seem to like you."

Yang Yuying: “…”

For a moment, her heart stopped.

By the way, Yang Yuying thought she was knowledgeable, but this time she really scared Yin Feng.

Extremely calmly, he added a cup of tea to Yin Feng, and Yang Yuying pulled her thoughts back from her somewhat confused mind: "Which kind of like?"

Yin Feng stretched out his hand and covered Yang Yuying's hand. The hands were not very delicate, and his fingers were even a little thick. The feeling of holding them in the palm of his hand was particularly good, and his skin was as cold as jade.

"The heartbeats faster, and the face is a little hot."

He closed his eyes and came over again.

Yang Yuying reached out to block his lips, and this time she was completely speechless.

This kind of thing happened, it was really not as expected by her, and there was no sign of it!

Although Yang Yuying once married and had been a couple with Shen Ruobin in name only for several years, she doesn't know what she likes and doesn't like it.

When I got married, my parents ordered me to say something about the matchmaker.

Later, He Li was also because Shen Ruobin refused to be her husband.

From childhood to adulthood, she even had a very short stage of a girl's childhood. Well, the only time she had something to do with the spring heart was probably the girlish period.

That year, on the frontier, the enemy invaded and fought to Yangjiazhuang. A young man who was a soldier rode his horse and chopped down the enemy with a sabre, rescued her from the enemy's hooves, and sent her home.

At that moment, my little self really thought of finding such a husband when I grew up.

Unfortunately, the young man didn't even leave his name, just like countless soldiers on the frontier, he left his life on the battlefield forever.

Yin Feng blinked and whispered: "Do you hate me and like you?"

"No."

Yang Yuying tasted it carefully.

If it was the marshal who said he liked her... Yang Yuying shivered suddenly, it was so terrible!

Even if she didn't regard the Marshal as her father, it was almost the same. At least she was an elder. Of course, she had respect and love. It was nothing wrong to lose her life for him.

But what does men and women like? I dare not.

What if it was Lin Guan?

Official Lin is the marshal, but official Lin is not the marshal either.
To be continued...