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Lin fengxu followed Xie's driver and Xie suiheng.

Shen Yang lies on the railing and looks at Xie suiheng pulling Lin fengxu's sleeve and pulling him forward.

Xie suiheng has just celebrated his 10th birthday, and Lin Feng is very tall.

The little boy has just reached his waist.

If Shen Yang remembers correctly, the relationship between Lin fengxu and his family is not good.

A large part of the reason for the bad relationship is the little boy.

Both the stepfather and the mother were very interested in the little boy and didn't care about his feelings at all.

But the little boy didn't know anything. He only knew that his parents had helped him celebrate his birthday, and his brother must go.

Near 12 o'clock, the sun had already hung above the first floor not far away.

There was a spring breeze blowing, sending warm wind in all directions.

Shen Yang saw Lin fengxu's clothes swing up.

In a trance, he seemed to return to the moment when he first saw Lin fengxu across a football field.

The spirited youth has alienated thorns.

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there is a Chinese class in the afternoon. Shen Yang doesn't attend, but sits beside Lin fengxu.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he noticed that Lin fengxu had fallen into some kind of unspeakable low pressure.

At noon, there were smiling boys between his eyebrows and eyes. Now he leans against the wall, hiding in the shadow behind the door, immersed in his own small world.

Lin Feng Xu seems to be lost in his own world. He doesn't even find Shen Yang sitting down beside him.

"Lin fengxu." Shen Yang gave him a gentle push.

Lin Feng Xu seems to have just been awakened, stiff head to look at Shen Yang.

"What's the matter?" Shen Yang reached out to touch his forehead, "are you sick?"

"No

Lin Feng Xu pulls down Shen Yang's hand and sits awkwardly against the wall, bowing his head and gliding his mobile phone.

Shen Yang knows that Lin fengxu must have met something at home.

But after all, he didn't know what Lin Feng Xu's family was about, and he didn't understand what the children at this age were thinking.

He couldn't find the breakthrough point to comfort Lin fengxu.

The two men were so silent.

Silence breeds complex emotions most easily.

Two people sit against a table, each immersed in their own thoughts, can not see each other.

Lin fengxu has been idly sliding his mobile phone.

He doesn't play games or chat with people. He just clicks on each software, swipes up and down, slides left and right, exits, opens another software, and swipes up and down.

Suddenly, a message pops up at the top of the screen.

It's Zhao Xia.

Zhao Xia: we have an appointment with No.2 Middle School in the evening. Do you want to come? 】

Lin fengxu is in a bad mood and is eager to have a fight.

[go. Place, time. 】

[Zhao Xia: the abandoned back door behind the football field of No.1 middle school, at 7:30 p.m. 】

[Zhao Xia: I have inquired. Lao Liu has gone on a business trip, and the campus patrol this evening will not go. 】

[OK, I can't study by myself in the evening. I'll go with you. 】[Zhao Xia: OK. 】

Lin fengxu withdrew from the dialogue with Zhao Xia and suddenly took a look at Shen Yang beside him.

Shen Yang stares at the blackboard attentively. The light leaking from the small window above the back door hits his head, and the light and shadow jump on his head.

Lin Feng congratulated himself.

Fortunately, Shen Yang was listening to the class and didn't see the dialogue between him and Zhao Xia.

But in fact, Shen Yang not only saw it, but also was thinking about countermeasures.