There is nothing blocking it.

He Yerong hated this kind of futile and strange feeling.

Stopped half way.

Sit back on the bed.

"The hot compress is not good yet."

Ye Liangchen cast a glance.

"Okay, let's put on the plaster. Apply it by yourself sooner or later, don't use me to apply it. Also, it's best to go out and buy a box of the same brand of plaster. My kind of plaster is one piece, and it's more expensive. The school will collect it with you when the time comes." You know the money."

"Oh."

Apply plaster.

He Yerong was dawdling.

Move slowly.

Ye Liangchen smoked half of his cigarette.

Pinch it and come over again.

Look down.

"What's going on. Want me to post it for you?"

"Need not."

He Yerong answered with a stiff neck.

Anyone can see the awkwardness.

"Stop being mad. Who are you mad at? Me?"

"No."

"Boom in two words."

Ye Liangchen pointed out He Yerong's strangeness.

He Yerong didn't want to answer.

Feel hypocritical.

Ye Liangchen didn't want to continue talking.

Just point it out.

"A plaster has been put on for so long. Don't you know how to put it on? Then I will teach you. First, tear this plaster, stick it from the middle, and smooth the two sides."

A tone that teaches children.

Something everyone knows.

Ye Liangchen taught him the meaning little by little.

Just telling him.

He is staying here on purpose.

He Yerong thinks.

There are unfinished words.

unresolved misunderstanding.

Ye Liangchen looked pressing again.

As if to ask him why he procrastinated to stay here.

"Can't practice more today. Go home directly."

Ye Liangchen spoke again as if expelling him.

"Are you in a hurry to get off work?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm leaving long ago."

"Is someone waiting for you?"

"No."

"Oh."

"You go home quickly."

He Yerong suddenly forgot why he felt lost.

Instead, he felt that he had delayed Ye Liangchen's get off work.

I'm sorry.

"I'm leaving."

He Yerong picked up his schoolbag.

Stand up and walk outside.

Ye Liangchen looked at the back.

hold your head up.

Think for a while.

"I'm really happy. You can continue to work hard. Very good. But I always thought you wouldn't go on like this. Do you think my answer just now was too perfunctory?"

These words came to He Yerong's ears.

It hit He Yerong's heart all at once.

The strange little thoughts were tried hard to see through.

Youthful heart.

I feel happy all of a sudden.

Still insist on answering.

"Ah. No. But thank you."

"It's fine if you don't. Don't come, don't come all the time. Next time you come, you can tell me how you did in the college entrance examination. Anyway, I've been staying in this small house. You are a promising athlete."

Ye Liangchen always has a strange and charming feeling.

He Yerong was unconsciously attracted by this.

Perhaps it is some tiredness and brokenness of people who have come to society.

Or maybe a little decadent and a little vicissitudes.

A potion smell that is completely different from the smell of sports field sweat.

Cold as opposed to the sun.

He Yerong was obsessed with it unconsciously.

I also know that I can't get more here.

Even longing for some encouragement and a smile.

It was also after thousands of twists and turns in my heart.

That talent came to his senses as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

Respond seriously and not seriously.

But that was enough for him to be happy.

He Yerong's leg was still limping.

But my heart has turned cloudy.

Easy on your feet.

back home.

Even Ran Qiuye could see the change in him.

The main reason was that He Yerong fell headfirst on the bed again.

Dangling his legs in a leisurely manner.

Easy on the face too.

Ran Qiuye secretly looked at him.

Then I couldn't help but come over and ask.

"Xiao Rong, how about the first day of school and a week's rest?"

He Yerong didn't hear it.

Still shaking his legs and looking at the sky.

Ran Qiuye hit his leg all at once.

"what?"

"What about you, how was your first day at school?"

"Great."

"Be specific. I want to hear it."

"I practiced explosive power today, and I was the first batch to jump over."

"is it?"

"Ah."

Ran Qiuye laughed out loud.

Then he happily patted He Yerong on the head.

"I knew that my son is not an ordinary person, and I don't take that little setback to heart."

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