After Jiang Zhiyu returned home after collecting the stall, it was almost early in the morning. After tidying up, he was half asleep. All he thought about was the summer as usual at this time last year.

At that time, she saw Chen Si for the first time.

It's still in the same alley, the sunset is setting.

While doing the exam, she guarded the stall and helped people cut melons.

The county town was remote, with good scenery, but underdeveloped economy. At that time, she devoted herself to studying, thinking that one day she could stay away from here and from her messy home.

So, when the roar of the motorcycle stopped in front of her, her first reaction was an explosion. With a sudden shock, the sharp fruit knife turned slightly, and the warm blood sprinkled on the same bright flesh.

The aunt who bought the melons was yelling about bad luck and left without looking back. Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were red in pain, and he pinched his fingers and pierced the plate of flesh.

"what you do?"

Jiang Zhiyu subconsciously retreated, and in the afterglow of the sunset, he looked up vigilantly at the face in front of him that had never seen before but was impressive enough.

This boy is so beautiful that he kills everything in seconds.

To be accurate, it is neither feminine nor alienated, with a wild and slutty, and just right beauty.

I was stunned again.

The next second, the owner of this face smiled, as if helpless and puzzled:

"I said, little girl, if you don't want me to take responsibility for your hand, I'll leave."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes, which were a little dazed just now, instantly changed back to the most common indifference in daily life, and broke away from his slender knuckles, took a step back, and couldn't move forward:

"No, thank you."

The boy in front of him did not insist and got into the car. The roar accompanied his figure and soon disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Zhiyu pinched her fingers and ran to the water pipe beside her to rinse. The wound was a little deeper, and the red flesh turned open, making her breathing in pain.

But she still gritted her teeth, her already white little face became pale, and her eyes were patrolling in the residential area not far away, trying to find an acquaintance to help her see the stall.

Unfortunately, in such midsummer, there will be fewer and fewer people.

"I said, little girl, it's okay if I don't let me take responsibility. As for how I can't get along with myself?"

It was still the hoarse male voice.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around with his back stiffly. As expected, she was still the boy. She was just concerned about the pain and didn't notice that he was going back.

However, this time he had an extra bag in his hand, and bandages and iodine could be vaguely seen inside.

Seeing that she was still as stupid as she was, the boy twitched, walked over to her, turned off the faucet, held her wrist again, and easily pulled her to the steps beside her, frowned slightly, and his tone was impatient:

"Sit down."

Perhaps he was frightened by his sudden change of attitude, Jiang Zhiyu actually stopped obediently.

The boy squatted down with her, put the unopened water on her elbow aside, took out the iodine bott from the bag, held her delicate fingers with one hand, and dipped it with a cotton swab in the other hand, lowered his head to disinfect her.

The boy's hair was a little long, covering his born affectionate eyes. From her perspective, he could only see his high nose bridge, with a faint fragrance of soap beads wrapped in the wind.

It seems that I have never done such a meticulous job, and boys are a little confused about the importance of doing it.

"Hiss... it hurts."

Jiang Zhiyu held it over and over again, but still made a small sound. The steps that had absorbed enough of the sun's venomous heat also burned her butt in seconds, making her unable to help twisting.

He was busy with his hands, so he could only use his long legs to shackle her. The way he was best at was his funeral:

"The little girl is so cute that her hands hurt and her body sways."

Jiang Zhiyu felt the strange touch from his knees, which was several times harder than himself, bit his lower lip, and hesitated for three seconds between him and Ninja, and finally interrupted:

“Step, hot.”

A trace of unnatural flashed across the handsome boy's face. He put away the cotton swab, pulled her up with the force, turned around and walked towards the stall, took the dirty little stool and placed it on the ground.

"Can you behave for a while now? A frightened little girl."

The boy's eyes are naturally passionate, and he makes people feel one after another.

Jiang Zhiyu could not help but bewitched by the common people. Until the boy made a light move, carefully wrapped her fingers, and even tied the bandage into a beautiful bow, then he looked up and said:

"Where is your car?"

"Shi, there."

The boy pointed at the street corner casually, picked up the water beside him, unscrewed it neatly, and raised his head and poured it hard:

"I just wanted to buy a melon to quench my thirst. I didn't expect to scare you, a little girl, and I almost didn't want her fingers. Why would I dare to ride it over?"

Since her mother passed away, no one has spoken to her in such a concerned tone. Jiang Zhiyu's nose felt sore and her eyes turned red.

The boy was startled by her sudden expression of emotion, and was rushing to wipe her tears. His slender knuckles wandered on his small face as big as a palm, which was a little difficult to use.

"If I had known you were still a crybaby, I should have bought another lollipop to coax you just now."

The boy's tone was helpless and funny, and Jiang Zhiyu suddenly couldn't cry:

"I'm not a real girl, I've stopped eating lollipops for a long time."

The boy tsk and changed his tone to coax her: "There is no real or fake girl? I bought it for you, so you can only continue."

Stinky fart and domineering.

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't answer for a moment, and the two of them just squatted and sat down, with their backs facing the scorching sun.

The boy drank the remaining water and his voice improved a lot, his voice became pleasant and clear:

"Hey, the little girl selling melons, your melon looks good, cut them into pieces and try it?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything, got up and returned to the stall, raised a finger, threw the plate of blood-stained fruit into the trash can, patted and knocked it on the left, picked the one that was most satisfied, and carried it in a crappy position.

Seeing that the melon was shaking, the boy reached out to take it, and even threw the melon high like throwing a ball, and then steadily caught it.

"You little girl is generous and you can do it all, but this way makes it difficult for me to talk."

Jiang Zhiyu pointed to the faucet behind him expressionlessly, "I want to wash it."

The boy was slightly embarrassed, turned around and washed the melon carefully, and then occupied the magpie's nest. He cut the melon into a dog-bite shape, and put it in a plate for himself, buttoned it up, and put it in a bag:

“Eat it tonight.”

Jiang Zhiyu knew he was leaving.

The school uniform he had was different from hers, and he didn't belong here.

"Hey", for the first time she took the initiative to call him: "What's your name?"

The boy looked back at her for a long time, until he saw that her face turned slightly red, and then he smiled playfully:
Chapter completed!