When I was fifteen years old, Wu Yuqing was thirty, and my parents died unexpectedly, which was very satisfying.

Until now, Wu Yuqing may not know what my relationship has with my father. I didn’t drive her away because I needed someone to support me, and Wu Yuqing didn’t leave. She said she wanted to take revenge.

Wang Zhaoyang asked me: "She often hits you?"

I replied coldly, "I hit her, too."

Wang Zhaoyang sighed slightly, opened his overlapping legs, turned around and looked at my bed, and asked, "Your bed sheet is very clean, did you wash it yourself?"

I bit my lip and it wasn't really what I washed myself. I haven't washed the sheets myself in the past two years, but they are always clean.

Wang Zhaoyang said, "She still takes good care of you." Stand up, "Let's go back to school, and class will be held tomorrow."

I didn't say anything, followed Wang Zhaoyang with a dark face. The corridor was very dark. He still shone the road with a small flashlight. I stared at his back and walked down step by step. Wang Zhaoyang's flat head was not big, but his shoulders were very wide. He was wearing a stand-up collar jacket. He was a young man. Although he was a teacher, he was also easy to dress up.

There are quite a lot of girls in the class who are crazy about him, but no one is embarrassed to say it clearly.

I just looked at him like this, and felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I never told anyone about family matters. He was the first one, and this first one was a bit meaningful to me.

When I got downstairs, I still had to get on Wang Zhaoyang's motorcycle. He asked me: "Are you cold? If you are so cold, go up and get a piece of clothing."

I shook my head. I was cold, but the down jacket I was wearing was already the thickest clothes. I didn’t have much clothes and I basically relied on it for the whole winter.

This down jacket is not good. After washing, it is all in one piece. There are so many empty spaces that only two layers of cloth are left. So if it is not necessary, I won’t wash it.

Just as he was about to get in the car, Wang Zhaoyang gave me the knee pads in the car basket and asked me to wear it.

I wasn't very good at doing this, and I couldn't pull it open after pulling it apart for a long time. Wang Zhaoyang sighed, took a knee pad and opened it, lowered his head to surround me. This is a man's knee pad, which is relatively large, and my legs are thin, so I have to go around it twice more.

Wang Zhaoyang tied me very tightly, the tighter it became, the warmer it became. When he surrounded the second one, he lowered his head and said, "You are not wearing cotton pants."

My tears fell down again. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I just wanted to cry.

It was very dark downstairs. I didn't say anything, turned my face aside and didn't let him see it. After Wang Zhaoyang got in the circumference, he didn't say anything. After getting on the motorcycle, I sat on it with my legs on it, and I was still embarrassed to have any physical contact with him, so I sat carefully behind.

On the dark road, the motorcycle headlights spread a long fan on the ground, step by step, illuminating the bumpy and unknown roads.

I looked at his head, his ears, his neck, his collar.
Chapter completed!