"Hao Xing. Wake up. Wake up."
"Hao Xingxing, wake up. Wake up quickly."
Seeing that Hao Xing still had no reaction, the little monster's face suddenly turned pale. He hugged Hao Xing and shouted, "Hao Xing. I'm Yang Yang. Are you okay? Wake up."
I hummed, narrowed my eyes, and rushed forward quickly.
The moment I took a step forward, the chatty little kid lying in Zhang Yang's arms suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide and screamed at Zhang Yang: "Ah!!!"
Immediately, Zhang Yang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and took two steps back with his hands on the floor. He was so frightened that his three souls and seven souls disappeared.
"Gegege, quack quack..."
"I scared you, Yang Yang. You are finally willing to talk to me. It made me laugh. I thought you were really mute."
The little chatterbox sat up and made a grimace at Zhang Yang: "We are all classmates, why are you ignoring me? You insist on pretending to be dead. You speak so nicely. It feels so good to me."
The talkative little man chuckled, scratching his face with his fingers and pointing at Zhang Yang: "Don't be shy, you almost cried just now."
"I thought you really didn't care about me. You really didn't scare me."
"Kekeke..."
The little monster stared blankly at the lively chatterbox, his pupils were shaking, his face was red and bleeding, his breathing was getting heavier, and he was panting like an ox.
All of a sudden, the little monster yelled angrily at the little chatterbox: "How can you lie to people? You liar. You are a drama queen."
"I hate you. I hate you so much!"
The little chatterbox acted like a normal person, pouting his ugly little mouth: "You just hit me."
The little monster clenched his fists and yelled at the little chatterbox: "Who told you to talk so much? You are a talkative."
The little chatterbox is not afraid of the little monster at all and retorts: "Who told you not to talk to me? Why are you pretending to be cool? Everyone talks to me, but you ignore me."
The little monster glared angrily, pushed himself in front of the chatterbox, and yelled at the top of his lungs: "I don't like talking. I like silence. Silence makes people concentrate. As the teacher said, a person who talks too much will be exposed. His own weakness." ap.
The little chatterbox showed no weakness, and put his nose in front of the little monster's mouth: "If you talk to me, I will know that you are not mute. If you tell me clearly, I will not bother you. If you hit me, you It hurt me so much."
The chatterbox's mouth was like a volley of arrows: "Men can't hit women. Do you know you are wrong? You didn't even apologize to me."
The little monster was speechless for a moment. He angrily turned his head and ignored the chatterbox: "You apologize to me first. Then I will apologize to you."
The chatterbox snorted, folded his hands and ignored the other person: "You apologize first."
In less than three seconds, the two people turned to look at each other in unison, followed by a snort and then turned their heads.
After seven or eight seconds, the little monster whispered sorry behind the little chatterbox's back.
The chatterbox snorted, then pouted his little mouth and responded angrily: "I'm sorry."
After apologizing to each other, the two people slowly turned to look at each other.
I thought that the little monster was going to get up and continue reading, but to my surprise he spoke to the little chatterbox: "Why did you pretend to be dead just now? I didn't even hear your heartbeat."
The chatterbox laughed, his sly black face full of joy: "I can dive at the age of three. I can hold my breath for eight minutes in the sea."
"I must have scared you. Yangyang. The way you looked just now was so funny."
"Then why don't you smile when I scratch your armpit?"
"I can tolerate it. Do you want to learn? I'll teach you."
The little monster nodded sullenly: "Learn to hold your breath first."
The chatterbox nodded vigorously: "I will teach you after class."
The little monster quickly shook his head and whispered: "I'm going home after school. I can't study."
"Then I'll go to your home and teach you."
The little monster showed a bit of panic on his face, and used his right hand as a radio to actively approach the little chatterbox, and the little chatterbox was very understanding.
He tilted his head and took the initiative to put his ear towards it.
"That night, many people killed my parents..."
"My mother died worse than your mother..."
"From then on, I didn't want to talk."
"They took me to Xiehe University for examination and said I had autism."
"The teacher told me to develop quietly in obscene ways. In the future..."
"When I grow into a divine tree reaching the sky, I will personally avenge my parents."
"The teacher once said something: There is thunder in the chest and calm tide in the face. I must maintain the highest vigilance at all times..."
"Because, some of them want to kill me."
When the little monster was whispering to the little chatterbox, the little chatterbox listened calmly and nodded quietly, and the sophisticated little face that was completely inconsistent with her age also changed.
The small eyes slowly turned red, as if he felt the same thing as the little monster's words.
A strand of yellow hair on her temples rested on the little monster's face, rubbing it gently, but the little monster didn't care.
After a while, the little chatterbox raised his little head and stretched his neck with his left hand in front of the loudspeaker. His little mouth was close to the little monster's ear, and he told his secret softly and softly.
The little monster also listened silently and nodded silently...
A scene of sunlight slanted in through the window, drawing two small shadows, one high and one low, on the dark floor.
In an instant, this most innocent scene becomes an eternal photo.
So warm, so heartwarming.
The scene before me felt somewhat familiar to me. It's like turning back time and looking back to the most beautiful afternoon in the willow tree more than 20 years ago.
It seems that the shadows of Yue Wei and I are longer and closer than theirs!
After the two weirdest children finished whispering, they looked at each other, stretched out their little fingers, clasped each other, and gently pulled.
"Hang yourself on a hook for a hundred years and you won't be allowed to change."
"Whoever changes is a turtle, stupid pig, and little bastard."
Waves of joyful and joyful childish laughter followed, passing through the window lattice and over the mountains, bringing my thoughts back to the past and back to school...
It wasn't until five minutes after the two children made an everlasting vow that I suddenly pushed open the door.
