Those Sweet Times

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There are not many things in Shen Zemu, books, computers, and some clothes. His room is on the second floor, just above the head of Yang Yin.

Yang Yin's room was not the first floor at first. Later, in order to facilitate early sneak peeks and go to class without having to quarrel with others, she changed the room.

On the second day after Shen Zemu moved into the base, Yang Yin pushed the bicycle out early and felt like she was being looked down when she was downstairs. She turned back and looked at the second floor of the window and stood alone, looking at her through the window.

Yang Yin was shocked.

Her melons and melons are all sleeping like dead pigs. Only he is out of place, so early.

Shen Zemu was wearing only dark shorts, bare upper body, slightly bent and his arms pressed against the window. From her point of view, through the glass, you can see his narrow waist, some hair on the lower abdomen, and spread all the way down into the waistband. Yang Yin swallowed his mouth and wanted to see his abdominal muscles, but the distance was a bit far.

From the top down, Shen Zemu looked at her quietly and did not speak.

Yang Yin was guilty, and he was very hot and dry, so he casually raised his hand and rode his bicycle.

When she arrived at the door of the community, she stopped and sent him a message: good shape.

Soon, Shen Zemu back: Thank you, yours is not bad.

Yang Yin suddenly remembered that she had been lying in his arms naked... With this idea to see his information, the more he saw it, the more he felt embarrassed.

She saw that he was honest and only ridiculed, but did not expect that he was instead being teased.

People, it should not be bad. -_-#

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After finishing class, Yang Yin returned to the base, and Shen Zemu did not ask her what to do. He was never a mouthful.

This night night, Shen Zemu naturally joined, and the lead became two people. Deng Wenbo did not know what kind of mentality he was in. The car stopped at the side of the road and waited to watch them. When they approached, he rolled down the window and said, "Yang Yin! You pretend not to see me, I will deduct your salary!"

"Boss, hello boss, goodbye." Yang Yinfei quickly finished the eight words, the speed of his feet kept.

The back of the head of the melon cracked the jujube while running and laughing.

After running, Yang Yin took a shower and closed the room to read a book. There was an exam in October this year. She plans to report to the first three subjects first. The professional class is slowly learning, and will be reported again in April next year.

After reading the book, she felt hungry and wanted to go to the kitchen to get some night snacks. When she passed the living room, she saw Shen Zemu smoking.

"insomnia?"

"Ok."

"I cook night, do you want to eat?"

"Ok."

Yang Yin said, "I will buy a robot here tomorrow, and the robots will talk to you."

There are ingredients in the kitchen, the team invited an aunt, cleaning and cooking. Yang Yin turned over in the refrigerator, and finally cooked the noodles, added lettuce and tomatoes, consumed oil, and then put two poached eggs.

It looks pretty good.

Shen Zemu’s smoke has already been exhausted. Yang Yin put the face of the big bowl in front of him. He said, “Thank you.”

“I don’t appreciate,” Yang Yin also sat down and said, “Would you be insomnia because of smoking?”

"No."

"Why is that? Have you seen a doctor?"

"Nervous breakdown."

Yang Yin is even more strange. "How old is your neurasthenia?"

Shen Zemu lowered his head and turned the poached egg in the bowl with chopsticks. He replied: "I had a disease in junior high school."

"What disease?"

He didn't speak.

Yang Yin is not as simple as being sick. She looked at him with her chin and said softly: "You all know my secret, then you tell me about you?"

Shen Zemu put down the chopsticks and began to tell her about the past. The tone of his speech was very calm, and the words were concise and neutral, but Yang Yin heard the pain.

In the first year of Shen Zemu, his father was transferred to the top of a county in Z province. The county town was too deep. After Shen Dao went, it might touch the interests of some people. It was not long before he was transferred. Someone anonymously reported that he was corrupt and accepting bribes. The procuratorate found a box of money under the bed of his residence. After Shen Dao was taken into the detention center, Shen Zemu’s grandmother was so sick that she fell ill and stayed in the hospital.

After this incident was exposed to light, Shen Zemu was very unhappy at school. The classmates gave him a nickname "corruption". Several boys in the upper grade beat him every day. His mother was overwhelmed by the things at home, and she did not care about him for a while.

He was beaten by them every day.

Yang Yinhong asked in a circle: "Why don't you tell the teacher's parents?"

"There are too many things at home. I felt that if I were a man, I shouldn’t let my parents worry."

"and after?"

"Then my father's case was found out, and the money was put by someone else to frame him."

"No, I mean you, how about you?"

"I am hospitalized."

That was the last time they beat him. He was stunned and stayed in the ICU for five days, and the critical notice was issued several times. After he was completely injured and discharged from the hospital, he fell into a neurasthenia.

Yang Yin cried, and she felt that her heart was particularly painful. She couldn't imagine that the 12-year-old Shen Zemu was surrounded by **** pictures.

Shen Zemu took the paper towel on the table and handed it to her. He comforted: "It has been many years."

Yang Yin asked: "Shen Zemu, do you think this world is not good at all?"

"I think the world is not bad or bad."

"I used to think that the world is not very good, I have lived together, and later..."

"Ok?"

She blinked.

Later, I met a person, and because of him, I began to feel that the whole world is getting better.

Yang Yin clipped the poached egg in his bowl to Shen Zemu. "You, eat more."

Shen Zemu looked at the two poached eggs stacked in his bowl. It’s been almost ten years since he’s done, and he got a piggy bank’s compensation today.

After eating the nightingale, the two men packed up the dishes. Yang Yin patted the shoulder of Shen Zemu and said, "The time is not early, go to sleep."

"What about you?"

"Well?"

"you do not sleep?"

"I am eating and I am sleeping soon."

Shen Zemu went upstairs and returned to his room. Just after eating the nightingale, he was not at all sleepy. He stood in front of the window and stayed for a while. He suddenly heard the girl who was screaming at the bottom of the building screaming: "Ah!!!!!" The call was fierce.

Shen Zemu did not want to turn around and ran downstairs. He couldn’t even knock on the door outside Yang Yin’s room and pushed directly into the door.

Yang Yin is shrinking on the bed, holding the quilt in his arms and shivering.

She saw him coming in and yelling at him: "Shen and sinking wood..."

"What's wrong?" Shen Zemu asked.

"Old and old mice..." The voice was crying.

Shen Zemu’s spirit is loose. It turned out to be a mouse.

He closed the door and carried a shackle to help her catch the mouse.

Yang Yin shrinks him in the bed as a commander: "Where! There! Ah!"

Shen Zemu was upset by her. He straightened up and grabbed the quilt and went to her head. "Don't watch."

"Hey."

Shen Zemu was busy for a while and finally caught the mouse and killed him.

"It's okay," he said.

Yang Yin pulled down the quilt and saw that Shen Zemu was using a tissue pad to hold the mouse's tail. The head of the mouse is facing down, and the gray fat body is swaying.

"Ah!!!" Another scream, she was scared to cry.

"Show you the body." Shen Zemu is kind.

"I don't see, I don't see, you take it away!"

Shen Zemu threw the mouse into the trash can, turned and turned his back to her. She didn't see the smile on his face.

When Yang Yin re-released her head from the quilt, she found that Shen Zemu’s eyes fell on her desk.

On the desk...

Yang Yin’s heart jumped wildly, almost directly from the bed, trying to get everything on the desk. Unfortunately, she is a step later.

Shen Zemu has picked up the note on the table.

Well, learn to take notes.

"Don't look at this kid is not appropriate, you will give it to me." Yang Yin was a little panicked in his head and reached for it.

Shen Zemu lifted his arm and she couldn't reach it.

He looked down at her, his eyes as quiet as the sea.

Yang Yin couldn't take back the notes and bowed his head.

Shen Zemu looked at his notes and saw all his handwriting. Shen Zemu: "..."

He glanced at Yang Yin and saw her buried her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Why?” Shen Zemu suddenly asked.

Yang Yin looked up and calmed down. He replied: "I just want to take a degree in education. If I live to learn old, I don't want to be physically fit."

“Why choose automation?”

"Not what I want to choose, the teacher of the adult education school has been evaluated and recommended to me."

“Is the teacher teaching you to recommend automation?”

"Yes, is there a problem?"

Shen Zemu did not speak, and looked at her quietly. Yang Yin couldn’t hold the pressure, his eyes drifted away, pushing him to the door. "So late, go to bed early, thank you today."

When she pushed him to the door, he heard him suddenly say, "You are stupid."

Yang Yin pretended not to hear, "嘭" to close the door.

Shen Zemu began to knock on her door. Hey, hey.

She leaned back against the door and lowered her head. The knocking on the door kept ringing. It seems that if she doesn't open the door, he can knock on the old days.

Yang Yin violently opened the door and looked at him helplessly: "What's the matter to say tomorrow, okay?"

Shen Zemu did not speak and went straight into her room.

Yang Yin: "Hey..."

He walked over to the trash can, bent over, lifted the black garbage bag and held it in his hand.

There are not many things in the garbage bag. The biggest item in the garbage bag is the dead mouse.

Shen Zemu walked out of the room with a garbage bag. When he walked to the door, he looked at Yang Yin, who said, "Good night."

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