The afternoon sun made people feel hot all over. Chen Nian quickly walked into the bamboo forest path and suddenly felt a shady area.

The rockery and pavilions lead to the back door of the teaching building. Chen Nian walked halfway and met Zeng Hao's friend, who passed the notes to her in class.

Chen Nian knew that she was here to find her, so she stopped.

Zeng Hao's eyes were swollen like apricot kernels, and he looked at Chen Nian: "Why don't you reply to my notes?"

Chen Nian shook his head silently, indicating that he had nothing to say.

Zeng Hao clenched his fists: "They also asked me several times because I am Xiaodie's best friend. But I really don't know anything and can't help at all."

As soon as she said this, tears came up unyieldingly, "Xiaodie was weird in those days. Everyone can see that she no longer likes to talk and has a lot of worries. I don't know if it's because of the worse relationship with my classmates, but I don't think so. I asked her, but she denied it, saying it was something else. Later... "

Chen Nian had a expressionless face and turned her head to look at the classroom. The bamboo leaves were shaking in the wind, and the sunlight jumped on the thin leaves, like white water.

"I don't believe Xiaodie will... but they said that when Xiaodie died, the campus was empty and there were no outsiders. The suspicion of the security guard was also ruled out. If it was really suicide,"

Zeng Hao looked up, "Chen Nian, you are the last person to see Xiaodie alive. Did she tell you what she said?"

Chen Nian shook his head.

"Chen Nian, you are talking." Zeng Hao almost collapsed.

Chen Nian muttered for a moment and slowly spoke: "No. I am not familiar with her... I don't know you... I don't know, how could I know?"

Zeng Hao insisted: "If she commits suicide, she will never fail to say anything to others."

Chen Nian looked into her eyes and asked back, "What are you saying?"

Zeng was so stunned, yes, what were you talking about?

"Chen Nian, are you saying true? She really didn't tell you anything?"

Chen Nian: "Really."

The older you get, the better your lying skills are. This is like it is learned naturally.

Zeng Hao looked at Chen Nian, her face was as pale as ever, like a person who was always in winter; her eyes were pitch black and very calm, like a snowy night.

Zeng Hao's shoulders collapsed, and he didn't know whether it was frustration or confusion, and said, "Okay."

Seeing that she was lost, Chen Nian wanted to remind her that the college entrance examination would be in less than two months, and the key was to review well. She also wanted to tell her to stay away from Li Xiang. But in the end, she said nothing.

Walking into the stairwell, Zeng Hao caught up behind her and grabbed her arm, speaking quickly: "Can it be because of Wei Lai? I always thought it wouldn't be, but I can't find any other reason, is it her?"

The boss rummaged through the drawer and was not fifty. He turned around impatiently to find money in his bag and turned around and stuffed Chen Nian a lot.

Chen Nian counted carefully, ninety-eight cents. She looked at the ten and twenty cents of banknotes, and then checked the fifty cents, watermarks, blind spots...

The coins were too old, and Chen Nian spent a while, and the customer behind him sneered: "Looking for so long, I'll bring a cash detector with me next time."

The boss also urged: "Don't block here, everyone behind is waiting for you."

Chen Nian was a little embarrassed and stuffed the bun into her schoolbag and lowered her head to leave.

After walking calmly for a while, I still felt uneasy in my heart, so I took out the fifty dollars and looked at them again.

Before I could see the famous one, I saw a familiar person. It was a group of bad boys who surrounded the white T-shirt and asked for money that day. They gathered together and laughed while walking and sucking the clouds and smog.

Chen Nian's heart skipped a beat, and she quietly clenched the money into her fist, then moved it back to her school uniform pocket.

She grabbed her schoolbag and wanted to turn around and take a long way, but when the other party saw her, he recognized her: "Hey, stop!"

Chen Nian stopped with a tough bullet.

"I heard you are a stuttering." The boy in the lead laughed, "Say, say, say a few words, words, I, let's listen."

Everyone laughed.

Chen Nian stood among them with his head down, like a kitten surrounded by a group of rats. He was clumsy and had nowhere to escape.

They laughed for a while and said the main topic,

"Are you rich?"

Chen Nian shook his head.

"No?"

"Um."

"Hmph, it's so easy to let you go last time. Don't be honest with me."

Chen Nian bit her lip and shook her head again.

"Then search for it."

Chen Nian was about to run away and was caught back.

Passersby who have passed by quickly speed up their pace to leave the place of right and wrong, but no one dares to pay attention to it. Courage has always been a luxury.

Soon, he took out fifty dollars from her left pocket and forty-eight dollars from her right pocket.

"What is this? Ah?" The boy in the lead grinned and raised his hand to wave Chen Nian to slap him. Without hitting him, Chen Nian rushed up and grabbed the money in his hand and wanted to take it back. That was her living expenses.

The boy didn't expect that Chen Nian was very strong, and he held the money and even clenched his hands. He grabbed Chen Nian's collar and lifted her up: "Is there any more?"

Chen Nian pale his face and tried his best to say, "No more..."

"This bitch is not honest." The boy slapped her face hard and said to his brothers, "Schoolbag!"

Chen Nian struggled, holding her schoolbag tightly and not turning it over, saying word by word: "No... it's... it's really! It's... it's!" She spoke very hard, as if she was swearing, and as if she was swearing.

She hopes they believe her lies.

But they pulled her schoolbag over, unzipped her zipper, and shook her backwards. Chen Nian saw the chemistry book with money falling out. She saw a corner of money, and a loud bang in her mind. She felt a sense of despair and pain.

"These fifty is fake!" A shout turned everyone's attention. One of them held the fifty he had just snatched away and said angrily, "This money is fake."

The money was turned around in everyone's hands, and everyone was sure: "Fake." "Fake." "So it was fake."

The look at Chen Nian became resentful, as if she was deliberately deceiving this cunning girl.

"Take us with fake money!" The leader raised his hand and wanted to hit him. Chen Nian hugged his head.

"Hey." The cold male voice.

The slap fell.

Chen Nian's eyes were seen from under her arm. It was the boy in the white T-shirt, standing in the colorful glow, his left hand was white and slender, holding a cigarette, and the smoke was curling.

Not long ago, he was their defeated man. He was insulted by them with his mother in the most obscene words.

Chen Nian thought the situation would worsen, but the group of people actually restrained themselves and threw the bag and the fake coin on the ground, preparing to withdraw.

"Give her the money back." He exhaled a breath of smoke, and his fingers flicked, and the ashes fell at his feet.

The other party threw a roll of money on his schoolbag and left.

Chen Nian didn't quite understand, but she didn't want to understand. She saw another piece of broken skin on his eyebrows and a fresh and terrifying wound on his arms. She thought he was bullied, but it turned out that they were the same.

The white T-shirt stood there and looked at her, without any intention of helping her clean up. Chen Nian squatted down, picked up the money, took off the dust from the book, put it in her schoolbag, and carried it.

He walked over to her and his figure enveloped her.

Chen Nian could only see his chin when she looked straight. She didn't plan to look up at him. She turned her shoulders, and her body language was all about to leave.

"Hello."

Chen Nian lowered her head and was stunned, thinking that she would have to thank her no matter what.

The white T-shirt frowned, unable to stand her disregard and said, "Hey, stutter."

Chen Nian raised his head and looked straight at him.

He snorted and said, "There are still."

He picked up his chin and pointed to the fifty banknotes on the ground.

Chen Nian picked up the money, stroked the blind spots and lines on the corners with fingers, spreading flat and without any concave feeling. She felt cold in her heart, disgusted with her carelessness and her cheap self-esteem when she was in the bun shop.

She said: "Fake."

The boy's face changed and he snorted coldly: "Fake it?"

Chen Nian knew that he was misunderstood and wanted to explain something, but opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She took out two other wrinkled but new fifty notes from her pocket, reached in front of him and showed it to him, pointed at him, and made a gesture, indicating that these two fifty notes were given by him.

"Your..." she said hard without stuttering, "really."

The boy's unhappy expression dissipated and he asked in dissipation: "Where did this fake money come from?"

Chen Nian didn't answer, took out thirty yuan of change and handed it to him, whispering softly, and slowly said: "Return...you."

He looked at her for several seconds, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and the unhappiness came back. Finally, he took the money and put it in his pocket.

Her face was hot, she lowered her head, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Thank you."

The young man snorted, as if he was disdainful and as if he was mocking.

Someone was calling a name on the street, and he looked back and walked towards it.

It is a group of angry boys, his companions.

Chen Nian tied his hair again, took out the bag of buns, and walked in the opposite direction.
To be continued...