a memo

Chapter 34
During the time of commuting, when it rained heavily at night, I would go back to the rental house with the doll's car.

The doll’s father is very kind. On the first day I went to school, he told me where their car was parked: “Anyway, our family will definitely pick up the car when it rains. You can just come out and find my car when it rains. Our family leaves at 06:30 when we go to school, if you need it, just come to the underground garage to find us before 06:30."

Doll's father is a highly educated person, and he is always paying attention to the direction of the college entrance examination questions. On the way back to the rental house, we will chat about the latest exam questions, which questions are good to get points, and which questions should be written more to improve.

There is a printer in the doll's father's office. During that time, the head teacher sent me documents in the group, and we needed to go back to print them in time on weekends. He would print a copy for me in advance, which was really heart-warming.

Thank you for the car that sent me back to the rental house on rainy days, which saved me the time of commuting and reading, and also let me get rid of the worry of being a drowned chicken.

In the third year of high school, I had nervous headaches for a while. The doctor said that it might be because I didn’t sleep well or I was under too much pressure. Just in case, the doctor suggested to have an MRI.

During that time, Dashuai had some problems with his teeth, which affected his normal life. After class, the pain was so painful that he didn't want to talk, so Dashuai was going to ask for leave to go back to extract his teeth.

"When are you going to go back and look at your brain?" The handsome man suddenly turned around during a class break.

"This afternoon." I lay down on the table listlessly.

"I'm going back in the afternoon too. I'm going to see my teeth." The commander opened his schoolbag and began to pack his things.

"How do you go back?" The thought of sitting on the bus for two hours to go to the hospital made my head hurt even more.

"My mother came to pick me up at noon." The handsome man pulled up his schoolbag.

"Oh? Can I take a taxi? Just send it to the station in the city!" I sat up straight all of a sudden, "Is it okay? Is it okay?"

"It's easy to say." The handsome waved his hand.

Later, Dashuai's mother did not come to pick him up due to work reasons, and replaced him with other relatives.

Before the coach got in the car, he was talking and laughing, but after getting in the car, he was very quiet, as if he had changed himself.

I looked at the photos of my camera for a while, and then chatted with the handsome about some things in the class without saying a word.

The temperature was a bit high that day, and the commander got into the car and pulled the trouser legs from the ankle to the knee.

"Can you pay attention to your image in front of your classmates?" I complained.

The handsome man put his pants back again and sneered.

I guess it was in front of relatives, he was embarrassed to say me, otherwise he would definitely say: "I'm like this, I'm mad at you."

There is only one junior high school classmate with me in the same high school, named Brother Di.

We sat at the same table for nearly three years in junior high school, and our relationship is very close.

During the May Day holiday in the third year of high school, the two of us met at the door on the day after school and said hello.

"How did you go back?" I asked casually.

"My dad is here to pick me up, do you want to come with me?" Brother Di had already started looking for his dad in the crowd.

My homes in the two urban areas are very close to each other, separated by a big road.

"Then respect is worse than obedience!" I made a gesture of clasping my fists.

After getting in the car, Brother Di slept on the co-pilot. After the third year of high school, everyone was really tired, and as long as they were really sleepy, they could sleep anywhere.

I was also very sleepy, but I felt that it was impolite to sleep in the car of a classmate’s house, so I opened my schoolbag, took out the multiple-choice questions and started to brush, turning the pages as gently as possible, for fear of waking up my brother.

Later when I got home, I received a QQ message from Brother Di.

"Brother, what kind of questions are you doing in the car? As soon as you left, my dad started saying that I only knew how to sleep and didn't study at all."

"Isn't that true?" I replied with a funny look.

(End of this chapter)