Don't be bad, I'm a love brain

Chapter 39 39. Ideal
Liang Chubai wanted to put the bread on the simple table and saw the water stains on it.

The rain dripped down the side of the shed.

"It rained for no reason today, and I didn't prepare for it."

The proprietress wiped the table very quickly with her hands.

"I'm sorry."

Shen Zhi showed a polite smile, "It's okay, you didn't expect guests to come after such heavy rain."

Liang Chubai nodded slightly.

Shen Zhi handed Liang Chubai a paper towel and asked him to wipe off the rain from running over.

The proprietress looked at them from the corner of her eye, her eyes became softer.

"Are you students from a high school near here?"

"Yes."

The proprietress looked in the direction of the middle school.

"I also wanted to study in this high school, but unfortunately I didn't have the skills. I thought it would be nice to stay in this city, even if I didn't get to see it every day."

Shen Zhi was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect the proprietress to stay here in this way.

Liang Chubai's legs were slightly spread apart, and one leg touched Shen Zhi's knee.

He said, "This city has a lot of flavor and is worth remembering."

"This is..."

The boss interrupted the boss lady and shouted, "Daughter-in-law, it's done."

"okay."

The proprietress responded skillfully, and ran to the shop to do the rest of the work.

Shen Zhi slightly retracted the touched leg, asking him to move the stool in.

His back against the edge of the canopy gets wet easily.

Liang Chubo paused, and simply put the stool beside Shen Zhi and sat down.

"You can sit over there."

Shen Zhi pointed to the side of the table.

Liang Chubai raised his eyebrows, and lightly tapped the table with his knuckles, "I like this."

Shen Zhi didn't care about him, dragging the stool a few steps.

Seeing the young man who was still close to her movements, Shen Zhi gave up.

While waiting for the wontons, Liang Chubo opened the bread box.

The fragrance floods into the breath instantly.

Shen Zhi drank the glass of water poured by the proprietress with a calm expression.

Looking down, the round and clean fingers are pinching the bread plastic bag, and the bread inside is divided into two halves.

Shen Zhi's lips moved, "Crab crab."

"This time it took over very quickly."

Liang Chubai played with a mocking Beijing accent.

Shen Zhi glanced lightly, and spoke quickly, "You didn't give it to me, why didn't I share it with you?"

Liang Chubai's peach blossom eyes narrowed into a smile, the corners of his lips curved up, and he took a bite of the bread.

Shen Zhi remembered what he had promised him.

"Eating this meal will be the night's Mala Tang."

"No, Malatang is Malatang, you can ask for another day, but don't try to deny it."

Liang Chubai tore the bread heavily to vent his dissatisfaction.

Shen Zhi: "..."

She had no choice but to oh, "Then you wait for me to arrange the time."

Why is Liang Chubai so downcast that he needs to wait for someone to arrange a time.

He was just about to casually talk about the time, but when he saw Shen Zhi's question with slightly open eyes, he nodded his head.

Who made him so considerate.

The thick dark clouds that suddenly rose could not cover the intensity of the light, and gradually dispersed.

The raindrops pounding on the roof of the awning were smaller.

Shen Zhi swallowed the bread in small mouths, looked at the colorful raindrops on the ground, thought of something, and asked him, "Do you like this city very much?"

"You don't like it?"

He didn't answer the question.

Shen Zhi smoothed out the wrinkles of the plastic.

Her eyelashes covered her thoughts.

"It's not like I don't like it."

"I yearn for a more prosperous and splendid place."

Liang Chubai put his hands on the side of the chair and leaned slightly.

He asked without thinking, "Xi'an?"

"No."

"Jingnan?"

Liang Chubai guessed several places in a row but they were all wrong, and frowned.

"Where the hell?"

He gradually became frantic and squinted.

A cunning flashed in Shen Zhi's eyes, "I won't tell you."

At this time, the proprietress came over with two bowls of wontons.

"Eat slowly, all the ingredients are over there."

Shen Zhi nodded, "Okay, thank you."

Shen Zhi put down the unfinished bread and stirred the wontons twice.

Just took a sip of the soup and realized that the people next to her were still staring at her.

Shen Zhi said vaguely unnaturally, "Hurry up and eat, the rain will stop soon."

"Could it be Jingbei?"

Shen Zhi's eyes moved slightly, and Liang Chubai caught him right away.

He sat up slightly and sneered, "The city isn't that good, it's complicated."

The wontons in the bowl are fragrant with chopped green onions, and the wonton skins are so thin that you can vaguely see the amount of meat.

Shen Zhi's face turned cold, she bit her lip.

"Some people were born in Rome, and some people can't touch the edge with all their hard work. I understand this truth."

Liang Chubai raised both hands, "I don't mean to look down on you, it's just—tsk."

Liang Chubo suddenly didn't know what to say.

He is surrounded by rich and powerful children, surrounded by nothing more than places for eating, drinking and having fun.

Those sons like the little girl like Shen Zhi who is full of passion.

The minds of those little girls can't play with the old fox who has been in the world.

It's not that Liang Chubai thinks that Shen Zhi will fall, even if she doesn't fall, I'm afraid someone will force her into it with a trap.

He does not participate, but is generally seen.

He couldn't help frowning, "Is it necessary to go?"

Shen Zhi pursed her lips and raised her eyes, the emotion in her black pupils was extremely light.

Liang Chubai coughed lightly, "All right, all right, I won't say anything."

In Shen Zhi's heart, it is worthwhile to fly high even if you fall down.

How could he understand the factors that resulted from two different worlds.

Shen Zhi didn't say anything on the surface, but there was already a small gap in his heart.

So much so that it takes root and embeds deeply, leading to disintegration.

"Buzzing—"

"Buzz-"

"Snapped."

In the darkness, the force of the slap was too strong, Shen Zhi hissed lightly.

Mosquitoes still rely on their ability to roam freely in the dark, buzzing and trying to eat.

Shen Zhi covered his head with a pillow to no avail.

She was so angry that she turned on the light to catch the damn mosquito.

As a result, after two chases, he suddenly disappeared vigilantly before he could make a move, hiding there waiting for another attack.

Shen Zhi took out the essential oil and wiped it on.

The back of the arm and hand was bitten several times, and the red spots were very obvious on the thin white skin.

She couldn't figure out how to bite, so she couldn't bite quietly, she had to make a sound to forgive.

Shen Zhi snorted softly, and slapped a mosquito that didn't make a sound to death.

His hands were stained with his own blood.

Shen Zhi washed his hands, opened some curtains, and looked at the thin moonlight.

"Mom, I decided not to go."

The other party replied very late, "Well, wait for me to settle down."

What this means is that he probably found it inconvenient to take her with him.

Shen Zhi turned off the phone, turned off the lights, and waited for the mosquitoes to appear.

The courses in the third year of senior high school are more intense than those in the first and second year of high school, and almost even the physical education class is fully occupied.

The students complained, but the teachers still went their own way.

The head teacher who took up the longest class was talking about the class without changing his face.

Su Ruan tilted her head, listlessly looking at Shen Zhi's filled notes.

"Why are you so energetic?"

"I feel sleepy when I listen to Lao Ban's slow words."

Shen Zhi remembered the important point, and when he heard her complaining, he smiled faintly.

She used to get sleepy while reading, but later she forced herself to learn.

"Just as this article reflects the tenacious motivation, the motivation pushes the changes of the whole person, which depends on the ideal of future planning. When it comes to this, it is better to ask the students to talk about their ideals."

"Jiang Tao, what is your ideal?"

"Driving a Ferrari to fish for cubs."

"Pfft hahaha."

The whole class burst into laughter.

"Yes, it's promising."

"Don't forget to take me with you then."

He Guang patted the podium, "Quiet!"

"You are not ideal, you have not woken up from the dream, sit down."

"Why can't dreams be ideal, old class, you look down on people."

With a black face, He Guang raised his hand and threw a piece of chalk over.

(End of this chapter)