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The wound was sterilized with alcohol, Zhang Meili put the tweezers aside, took out a small mirror from under the coffee table and put it in his hand, turned around and continued on her phone.
Kong Ming held the mirror in a daze for a moment, it was the first time he took such a girly thing, and he was a little dazed for a while. It wasn't until Zhang Meili felt that he was not moving, and turned her head to stare at him, thinking that he was dawdling in the way, that he took the band-aid that he had just torn off and put it in place against the mirror.
When the opening was just pasted, a hand quickly reached out to snatch the mirror back, and put it back under the coffee table. He was stunned again, and looked over, only to see the back of Zhang Meili's head shaking non-stop, pretending that she hadn't done anything about what she had done just now.
Somehow, he found it funny.
Irritable, arrogant and vengeful, but sometimes a little cute.
For her own purposes, his mother just cultivated him in the direction she wanted. As long as his grades dropped a bit, he would lose face. After making a new boyfriend, he would not go home for a few days and ignore him.
In the rented dilapidated small house, he is often alone. No one has ever really broken into his life, and no one will understand his loneliness behind his indifferent appearance.
He is used to keeping a distance from outsiders, and he doesn't like others to get too close to him. Just now, he pulled Zhang Meili and ran home, his fingertips brushed against the warm palm, his fingers became entangled with each other, he became flustered for some reason, and the girl's nervous panting kept echoing in his ears.
Kong Ming didn't know what it was like. Many years later, he still couldn't answer when he started to fall in love with her. It was like a rose suddenly bloomed in his heart that had been quiet for more than ten years. Identify what that is.
For a few days during the Chinese New Year, Zhang Chengxin was not very busy, and he could be seen at home at noon.
"You made it?" One day at noon, Zhang Chengxin approached Zhang Meili who was cooking.
He knew that Zhang Meili cooked at home, so he was not surprised, but it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.
"Well," she made sweet and sour pork ribs for the first time, and the taste was not bad. It seems that she is quite talented, "Try it?"
? Zhang Chengxin wanted to reach out to take the food, but she stuffed a pair of chopsticks. In the past, Xu Mo was not allowed to take food with his hands when he was at home.
Zhang Chengxin tasted a piece and praised: "Not bad! Well my daughter can marry."
After all, he was still a middle school student. Zhang Meili couldn't laugh or cry, so she thumped him and shouted, "Who wants to marry?"
From the corner of the eye, he caught sight of the tall and thin figure standing there, his smiling face sank immediately, and he served the dishes in silence.
If she hadn't encountered such a thing, she should be an optimistic and lively ordinary high school girl, acting like a baby to her parents and living a happy life. In fact, she hasn't been able to put on a look of bitterness and hatred all day long, it's not like that in her nature.
As long as she saw the two people who forcibly broke into her life, she felt like a poisonous weed growing in her heart. It grew slowly day by day, and one day it would kill herself and others.
Zhang Chengxin smiled and said, "Your Aunt Xia is not at home today, so it's okay to add two more pairs of chopsticks?"
Even her own father said what she could say.
"Kong Ming, come serve the dishes," Zhang Chengxin called to the boy who had already walked to the door, and handed him two plates.
?He was about to step out of the door, but the boy did not object. He took the plate and took it out. After setting it up, he was about to go back to his room when Zhang Chengxin stopped him again: "Where are you going? Come to eat."
Zhang Meili was not happy in her heart, she sat there and looked at him provocatively, and then stared at him as he turned and sat opposite her, holding chopsticks and picking up vegetables, she really didn't treat herself as an outsider.
Zhang Chengxin also asked Kong Ming: "How is Meili Cai doing?"
The boy eats slowly, and his movements are graceful and gentle. When he heard the question, he slowly swallowed the things in his mouth, and then said: "There is progress."
Zhang Meili glared at him, it didn't sound like a boast, she satirized her cooking for the first time, right? Eat her cooking and pay back!
Picking up the chopsticks and "cracking" a few times, dragging all the dishes placed in the middle of the table to him, and giving him a white eye.
Kong Ming didn't care either, he was long with long legs and long arms, and he was still comfortable and elegant when he stretched a little to clamp it.
Zhang Meili stared at his chopsticks closely, as if he was going to bite someone if he got any closer, the tip of his nose was a little cute because of frowning.
But Zhang Chengxin was baffled by her, and asked repeatedly: "Why are you angry when people praise you?"
Naturally, no one answered him, the table was silent, and the meal was considered "safe".
In the evening when Xia Xueqing came back, it was time for dinner, and Zhang?Xin asked her daughter to go over to have dinner, but of course she refused to make something made by that woman, she excused herself by saying that she was not hungry, and answered the phone at hand.
"Hello? It's you, um, you wait" She put the microphone aside and ran upstairs quickly. Zhang Chengxin asked who it was and said "classmate", and then took another stack of papers "crack Crackling" and flew down.
It was her deskmate who called. Both of them have top grades, one is strong in English and the other in mathematics. They often discuss topics together. Now that school is about to start, this classmate called to ask for English questions on the holiday homework.
The two discussed on the phone for a while, went through the problems of both parties, and finally got stuck on a difficult math problem at the same time.
"You haven't figured it out yet? Me too," Zhang Meili bit her pen in distress. This question is definitely at the level of a competition question. Their liberal arts students are not good at mathematics at all. Even if that classmate can't solve it, she will be at a loss. .
The two exchanged their ideas again, but still couldn't figure out why, Zhang Meili said with a smile: "Life is hard, if only we knew people from the science experiment class, now we don't even know who to ask. "
The female classmate said yes, yes, and hung up after talking a few more words, and made an appointment to contact again if there was progress.
Seeing that his daughter is so eager to learn, Zhang Chengxin was proud but also very concerned. He leaned over after eating and wanted to read the paper in her hand: "Show me."
"Hey," Zhang Meili's homework was taken away by him, and she was annoyed that she had no clue how to solve the problem, so she said impatiently, "You don't understand after reading it."
"If I don't understand, someone will understand, right?" Zhang Chengxin said, "Isn't there a ready-made winner of the National Mathematics Contest here? Let Kong Ming show it."
Kong Ming won the award and Xia Xueqing was in a tizzy for several days, and she was annoyed when talking about it.
"No," she reached out to take back her paper, not wanting the man to read the joke.
"How can you cover up if you have a question?" Zhang Chengxin was very dissatisfied, and called Kong Ming who had just got up after eating, "You help Meili look at this question."
"Don't!" Zhang Meili was furious. She was sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa. This posture prevented her from reaching the papers, and she watched her homework fall into Kong Ming's hands.
Zhang Chengxin turned around to bluff her: "Someone taught you to make trouble!"
Who wants him to teach!
Zhang Chengxin patted her twice to make her obedient, and then went back to the bedroom, and then the seat in front of him was changed.
She looked at him warily, wanted to snatch the paper back but couldn't control her desire to know the solution, and declared flatly: "My dad asked you to read it, and it's none of my business."
The boy had no expression on his face. He sat on the sofa and browsed through the questions, then picked up her pen to write on the calculation draft.
In fact, even if she was standing normally, she had to raise her head to see his face. But now she was sitting on the ground and he was sitting on a high place, she had a feeling of being overlooked, which made her uncomfortable.
Just as he was awkward, Kong Ming pushed the pen and paper away, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
"Okay?" Surprised at how fast it was, she hurried to watch the calculation process. The boy's handwriting is also very beautiful, which complements those hands. It is true that the words are like the person.
The process of solving the problem was very smooth, and the answer seemed reliable. She followed it step by step, but got stuck after a few steps. His thinking jumped too fast, and he simplified some steps, so she couldn't understand it.
Sneaking a few glances at the boy, he was engrossed in watching the news, as if he didn't notice her hesitation.
At this time, Zhang Meili's thirst for knowledge completely surpassed her self-esteem, and she slowly pushed the manuscript paper to that side, hoping that this action could hint him.
The slender fingers stretched out quickly, startling her. The boy took her pen, tapped the tip of the pen on the place where she couldn't understand it and calculated it, and wrote the omitted steps beside it.
"Is that so?" Zhang Meili murmured, looking at the manuscript paper and calculating, and groping under the coffee table, she found a piece of bread with jam.
She gnawed on the bread while reading the questions. If she didn't understand, she pushed aside and someone would answer. This moment was peaceful and peaceful.
While eating, she suddenly felt that her mouth was cool. She stretched out her tongue and licked some strawberry jam. She wiped it with a finger in case she didn't lick it clean, and put it in her mouth to suck it habitually. She has always had this habit.
Here she was sucking her index finger with relish, and she turned her head to meet Kong Ming's glance from the corner of her head, and the boy immediately cast his gaze on the TV screen.
Only then did she realize that it seemed inappropriate to hold her finger. She put down her finger resentfully, packed up the manuscript paper, stood up, and hurried back to her room.
When she was gone, the boy bent his tense back slightly and let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, the base of his ears burned a little.
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