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Chapter 17 Phoenix: Undercurrent ([-])

At the end of October, the weather is getting cooler.The lotus flowers in the pond have been scattered, and the lotus leaves are dry and yellow.Even the water in the pool is shallower than in midsummer.Walking on the road, you can see leaves blown down by the wind everywhere, which is really bleak.

Anhao put on the thin coat from last year, a short wine red corduroy jacket, a red and black checked skirt, white leggings, and small red leather shoes.Xiaochun is still in a flowered dress as always.Today she is wearing a cotton jacket with white and red flowers on a purple background, light blue jeans, and white cloth shoes.Xiaochun's hair has grown to her ears, and she plans to go to the barber shop to cut it short in two days.An Hao said, why don't we grow long hair together.Xiaochun looked at Anhao's braided braids and refused decisively. I'm still used to short hair.Anhao put her arm around her shoulders, our Xiaochun is the prettiest no matter what!Completely ignoring Xiaochun's white eyes and speechlessness.

Such a good time.I'm making fun of you laughing.Noisy, simple.

But no one has noticed that the tide in the distant darkness has come to the shore, and no one has expected that the good times go so fast, there is no time to look back and say goodbye.

There are many things that I clearly want to hide, but it always backfires, trying to cover up.If it was an accident that Xiaochun didn't wait for him because of an urgent matter in the morning, and if it was an accident that he was too aggressive in self-study early in the morning, then after the second get out of class, Xiaochun went to the playground together, and Xiaochun kept keeping a distance from him, is it still an accident?No matter what, Pu Anhao couldn't believe it.Xiaochun, there must be something she is hiding from herself.But what is it?After racking his brains, Pu Anhao didn't come up with a clue.Ask Xiaochun?Looking at her like this, it's no use at all!So Pu Anhao could only observe secretly by himself, staring at Xiaochun's eyes without blinking.Even Park Anhao could tell a few jokes.It's incredible, when did I start to be able to say a series of small jokes casually?Although there are many that Xiaochun once told himself.The two have been together for a long time, and it seems that each other's words and deeds will really assimilate a little bit.Or you speak more like her, or she acts a bit like you.These subtle changes, under normal circumstances, are always difficult to detect in themselves.It's just that at a certain moment, you will be surprised. Once upon a time, who said the same thing like this; once upon a time, who also held your hand with such warmth.

When there are a lot of worries in my heart, time seems to pass very fast.As soon as the bell rang for the end of the fourth period, the geography teacher was still packing up the lesson plans in class, and the students behind had already swarmed out of the classroom and rushed to the cafeteria below the playground.The students in the class basically send Chinese food at school, and Anhao and Xiaochun are the same.The so-called sent Chinese food means that lunch is sent to the school every day, but the school only provides rice, and students have to bring food from home.Meals are paid monthly and can also be converted into rice.Anhao brings rice to pay every month. Anhao's family has planted many fields, and the rice harvest is bumper every year.Xiaochun's grandma only planted one mu of land, which was one season of rice.So Xiaochun basically pays in cash.Xiaochun can ride a bicycle, but Anhao can't, so every time he has to pay for food, Xiaochun rides a bicycle to pick up Anhao, to be precise, pick up the rice that Anhao has carried.Every time Anhao arrives at Lianqiao with [-] catties of rice in her arms, Xiaochun always laughs, who told you not to send it from your father, you deserve to be exhausted.Although Anhao wanted to scold back, she was so tired that her hands were about to break and her feet were hurting, so she didn't have the energy to argue.She put the bag on the ground, her face flushed, her hands on her hips, panting.Xiaochun got off the bicycle, carried the bag up, and tied it firmly with a strap.So one person rode the bicycle slowly, and one person walked slowly along the side.Sometimes Xiaochun also said some nonsensical things, which can be regarded as cold jokes.Anhao, I'm so poor, my family can't even afford rice.Anhao is serious, yes, so poor that only money is left!Then Xiaochun was in a daze, we are all poor people.Then the two laughed nervously.

As always, Xiaochun came to the safe seat with a rice bowl and ate with her.Xiaochun's dishes today are stir-fried bitter gourd and scrambled eggs with chili.All right, let's eat.Xiaochun carried a large piece of egg and delivered it to a safe lunch box.It was also at this time that Anhao discovered Xiaochun's hidden secret.Xiaochun had bruises on the back of his hand.How is this going?An Hao asked.

Well, accidentally bumped into it.Xiaochun withdrew his hand.Eating blankly.

show me.Intuition tells Anhao that things must not be as simple as being careless.

It's really all right.Eat quickly, it's getting cold.Xiaochun didn't intend to show her the wound on her hand, and still ate alone.

Anhao looked at Xiaochun who was buried in his meal, feeling inexplicably sad.What is Xiaochun trying to hide?Snapped!The lunch box on the table suddenly fell to the ground.Food is everywhere.It belongs to Xiaochun.When An Hao grabbed Xiao Chun's wrist, maybe it was because of too much force, which made Xiao Chun feel painful.Her hand holding the lunch box trembled suddenly, and the box fell to the ground.The students who were eating around looked over one after another, and all kinds of voices were heard.But Anhao still didn't let go, she rolled up Xiaochun's sleeves, half of Xiaochun's arms were bruised and purple, and there were places where the skin was cracked, no wonder she was in so much pain.Xiaochun... Pu Anhao looked at her.Xiaochun actually smiled and said, you are really stubborn.How could she not care so much.Pu Anhao's tears fell down in big ones, like a flood breaking a bank.At that moment, Pu Anhao truly realized that the words "hurt on your body and hurt on my heart" are indeed realistic.The moment she saw the injury on Xiaochun's arm, she really felt the pain on her skin.I wish I could hurt instead of her.

It took a long time to calm down.what is the problem?

...Xiaochun remained silent.

Who is this, pouring so much rice on the ground!Whoever pours it will sweep it!A sharp female voice spread in the air.An Hao turned around, it was Wu Mei.She is on duty today to clean the classroom at noon.Can scan, don't worry about it!Anhao replied coldly.

Then hurry up!Rubbish!The dance beauty is not forgiving.She has long been displeased with Park An, since the day the competition started.If it wasn't for her, why would he not be able to enter the finals.

Kind of you say it again!Xiaochun suddenly slammed the table.Because of too much force, she clearly felt the wound on her arm split open again.The pain hit like a huge wave.

Rubbish!Rubbish!What did you say?You haven't been beaten enough, right? Wumei's eyes are full of disdain and pride.The surroundings gradually filled with onlookers.The atmosphere became more tense.

No one expected that Park Anhao would do that.But she did.Everyone saw it.She threw her lunch box hard at Wu Mei's face.The tense air suddenly exploded: Hurry up and call the teacher, there is going to be a fight!Wu Mei, who was originally arrogant, was completely frightened, and she squatted on the ground and cried loudly.Pu Anhao looked at the bewildered dancing beauty, and then at the stunned Xiaochun, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Later, the head teacher came and took Wumei to the infirmary for an examination.Fortunately, there were no scratches on the face, just a slight bruise.All three were called to the office, and the teacher asked the ins and outs.It's just the usual jealousy between the girls, as long as they educate and communicate well, they can reconcile as before. How can there be such a deep hatred among teenage children.So the class teacher finally said that the matter was over.Each of you write a [-]-word self-criticism.Give it to me next Monday.

(End of this chapter)