Peach and Plum Do Not Speak

No matter how unwilling it is, the summer vacation will soon pass. Hot sun, bicycles, cold drinks, desserts, movies, rainstorms. An Zhi's memories of this summer vacation are all these. But I can see Yang Mengmeng in the new semester, and I am looking forward to it.

Yang Mengmeng was the first friend An Zhi made.

Junior high school life is still not as interesting as An Zhi imagined. The homework in the first year of junior high school was also extremely simple in her eyes. The mid-term and final exams of the monthly exams of the big and small exams are the first in the grade without any change. They have never been surpassed, and are tied at most.

She still didn't take advantage of her height, because she just turned 12 years old in skipping grades, although 1.5 meters is not short for this age group. But the classmates are much taller than her. An Zhi has never made friends at school. In her kindergarten and primary school years, she felt that her classmates were naive. Now in junior high school, her classmates are older than her, not so naive, but it seems that there is always a layer of estrangement.

The girls in junior high school would gather together and chat about what clothes look good, who put on foundation today, and which boy looks good. A small group and a small group are colorful and blooming. But no one ever invited An Zhi to join.

An Zhi felt that they were boring.

Because of the influence of Yan Xi and Liu Yiyi, her aesthetic standards for dressing are already much higher than those of her peers. When other girls are still chasing small lace flowers, she already understands the golden rule of "lessismore", "regardless of the trend, what suits you is the most important". And the words of you, the maintenance maniac and cosmetic surgeon, are: "Beauty is beautiful in the bones, beauty in the charm, beauty in temperament, beauty in eyes. These are not things that can be artificially created by surgery and simple makeup. ."

But although not interested, An Zhi sometimes envies these little gangs. Especially in the first year of junior high school, she was not used to it, and she was alone for a while. In addition to class is homework. go home after school.

Yang Mengmeng was transferred from another province in the first semester of junior high school, and was arranged by the head teacher to be An Zhi's deskmate. At first, An Zhi thought she was very introverted, and they hadn't spoken at the same table for more than two weeks.

Until one time, An Zhi secretly took out his cell phone during class to send a text message to Yan Xi. When she turned her head, she saw that her thick lenses flashed with an extraordinarily enthusiastic light.

Anzhi: …

Shouldn't she complain to the teacher?

Yang Mengmeng stared at the phone with star eyes: "Can you let me play?"

Anzhi: …

The school does not allow mobile phones, but it still cannot resist the desire of students to play with mobile phones secretly. At that time, An Zhi felt that if she didn't give it to her, the phone would be caught on fire by Yang Mengmeng's fiery eyes.

Yang Mengmeng took her mobile phone and played for a while, and then they became familiar.

Yang Mengmeng's appearance is very quiet, the girl with two pigtails and thick glasses is a rotten girl. In his small body there is a burning passion for **** rot. She will talk about topics that An Zhi has never heard of!

What is Danmei, pure love, and Gintama Black Basket between her and An Zhike! What a bottle of evil! What is attacking and receiving! What are 0 and 1.

She also introduced a magical website - Jinjiang to her.

Yang Mengmeng's grades were good. In her first monthly exam when she transferred to another school, she took the third place in the class and the top ninth in the grade. According to her, her parents are very strict with her grades. If she loses the ranking, she will have no money to recharge to read the text, and she cannot play with her mobile phone.

She looks like the kind of girl who is very good and quiet, but when she talks about these things, the light from her eyes is about to shatter the lens!

An Zhi thinks she is very interesting.

An Zhi listened curiously as if she had discovered a new world, which undoubtedly satisfied Yang Mengmeng's desire for popular science. She couldn't wait to drag her into the circle of rotten girls, and then put all the sugar in her cute CP circle into her mouth. .

Yang Mengmeng has a strong ability to collect information. The day after she sat next to An Zhi and became her tablemate, she

Knowing that her deskmate is a primary school bully, a little beauty, a high-cold primary school bully + a beauty. Why emphasize "small", because her tablemates are several years younger than them.

She is particularly aloof, still a kind of inconspicuous coldness. Although she also smiles at others, she never participates in small groups and gangs of girls. Ask her questions and she will tell you carefully, but you can feel a sense of contempt for your IQ in her eyes.

But it's not annoying, one is that he is really a scholar, and the other is that he is beautiful and cute, especially with a deep dimple that will appear when he speaks. Many classmates asked her questions in order to see her dimples under the pressure of her contempt for IQ.

Cold and cute.

In the hearts of boys, they are still their classmates.

Although the girl didn't admit that she was a class flower, she didn't hate to exclude her.

Yang Mengmeng concluded: Her little roommate is incredible! !

After they got acquainted, in most cases, Yang Mengmeng was talking and An Zhi was listening. Yang Mengmeng felt that her little roommate was not aloof at all, she had a pair of big eyes like a deer blinking at her like this, she was so cute. And Yang Mengmeng also likes her parents very much. She had seen Yan Xi several times. The first time was when school was over on a Friday, she chatted with An Zhizheng and walked to the school gate.

An Zhi was talking to her, but suddenly his eyes lit up as if he saw someone.

Yang Mengmeng followed her gaze and saw that she was a tall woman with long curly hair, sunglasses, a white silk shirt, paired with hemp yarn nine-point wide-leg pants, and long and straight legs! There was a hint of a smile on the lips under the bean paste-colored lipstick. Wave to them.

She led them to eat eel rice and matcha ice cream.

Yang Mengmeng originally thought it was her little roommate's mother, but she thought she was too young and beautiful. When she took off her glasses, she realized that she was younger and more beautiful, and she didn't look like a woman who had given birth to such a big child as her little roommate.

He looked a little bit kind, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Her little roommate didn't have any obvious name for her either. It seems to be called "auntie", but Yang Mengmeng has an aunt himself, and it doesn't feel like this way of getting along.

Especially when her little tablemate dug a spoonful of ice cream to feed her naturally, the other party also ate it naturally.

At present, Yang Mengmeng Food, give up gossip.

When she smiled and called her: "Meng Meng, right? Thank you for taking care of Tao Tao."

The sound is so nice.

It's so nice to smile.

The smell is so good.

Ah, this big sister is really likable...

Although he was already roaring in his heart, Yang Mengmeng controlled a quiet and shy smile, "You're welcome, An An and I are good friends!"

The big sister took them to dinner and went back to work. And give them money to go shopping! She also called her parents, explained the situation, and called a driver from home to pick them up after they finished shopping!

What a parent!

Yang Mengmeng was moved to tears!

envy, jealousy, hate!

"I envy you so much! My parents only give me a little bit of money every month! After I buy Jinjiang coins, I don't have any snacks!"

“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！你知道我手机还是我老爸的小米，而且他们都不准我拿，我每天写完作业才能玩。你的苹果真好看，手机壳也超多款式的！ Ah, I want an iPhone too!"

"Your aunt is too kind to you, isn't it? Oh my god, she treats you like a little princess! And your family is too rich, and there is a driver!"

Yang Mengmeng first bowed her head and smiled when she saw her little roommate, as if she was a little embarrassed by what she said. Soon his eyes dimmed slightly, and even the dimples on his cheeks lost their vitality.

"actually…"

Only then did An Zhi realize that she was also looking forward to and envied her classmates. I envy them that they have a complete family, and they have the little troubles of getting along with their parents in one way or another. There was originally a huge wound in her heart, but because there was something wrong, it gradually shrunk into a small corner of low self-esteem that was difficult to detect.

She will have a desire to talk to her peers, to share little snacks and little secrets. When peers talked about their parents, people they looked up to, she wanted to join in. I want to show off Yan Xi to them, and I want people all over the world to know how good and good Yan Xi is. It's not that she has not made such an attempt. Once she tried to speak, the other party asked: "An Zhi, where are your parents? Why haven't you seen your parents?"

She suddenly didn't know how to speak.

There may really be a relationship between people.

An Zhi felt that she could become good friends with Yang Mengmeng.

So she told her. Her grandfather, her background, her parents. She stumbled, with a long pause in between.

This is an unchangeable fact buried deep in her heart, like a huge and terrifying monster described in a fairy tale, hidden in a heavy door. The young An Zhi was unable to fight alone, and did not dare to make it public.

She tried hard to tell that she had surprised and distressed Yang Mengmeng, who was full of emotions and good at brain supplementation. She didn't expect that her classmate of Gao Leng Xueba would have such a life experience.

Yang Mengmeng, who has a happy family and still dislikes too much parental control, can't imagine it. She hugged An Zhi with tears in her eyes, and didn't even go shopping.

"Woo woo, An An, An An..."

When Uncle Wang, the driver, came to pick them up, the two little girls got into the back seat and hugged each other with tears in their eyes.

When talking about Yan Xi, An Zhi felt much smoother. She curled the corners of her lips, her dimples were delicate. Every day in the past six years is worth telling and sharing with others.

It's nearly seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and the lights are like a sea. The young girls gathered together in a whisper and exchanged their thoughts. Uncle Wang knew that this age was the best and most carefree time to grow up. He smiled slightly, slowed down the speed of the car, and did not intend to disturb.