Sure enough, Xu Shuyi raised his hand and slapped Jiang Yunfeng.

After five years in the house, she has never been able to take off her mistress’s hat. She will be pointed at by someone when she visits relatives during the Chinese New Year and the holidays. Xu Shuyi really hates the word poison.

"If you talk nonsense, don't eat the food I cook!"

Jiang Yunfeng was rebelling, "Mom, I am your biological child, why did you look at that little bitch? And wasn't this what you told me?"

Xu Shuyi looked up at Jiang Zhiyu with guilt and smiled flatteringly: "Zhiyu, your brother is ignorant."

Jiang Yunfeng felt even more aggrieved in an instant, crying and making a fuss.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't even look at the mother and son. He slammed the bedroom door and the world suddenly became quiet.

When she took a shower, Jiang Dachuan also came back. The internal strife between the mother and son outside came to an end with Jiang Dachuan saying "What's the matter? Get out of this house if you make a fuss."

It was so called reunion dinner that it was impossible to eat, and Jiang Zhiyu went out with a casual intention.

"Why are you doing so late?" Jiang Dachuan was in a mess.

Jiang Zhiyu raised his hand and pointed to the alley not far away, "I'll go see the fruit stall."

The fruit stall was left by her mother and is now transferred to Liu Bo next door.

Liu Bo is old and always sleepy at night. The naughty kids on the street often carry watermelons to steal grapes.

In the past, she was the one who came to help watch the stalls. Later, she went to study in the city, but she didn't know if Liu Bo was compensated or not.

Jiang Dachuan obviously spread all his dissatisfaction on her, "Every time I go home, I run there, and I am not so diligent in attending the funeral for your father."

Jiang Zhiyu paused her feet and turned around, her face was full of indifference, "Try it?"

"You!" Jiang Dachuan was so angry that he fell to his back, and his fat body trembled slightly.

Xu Shuyi once again took out her unique skill of sowing discord and gently patted Jiang Dachuan's back to make him feel relieved, "Oh, what are you scrupulous about with a motherless child?"

In this family, Jiang Dachuan's only taboo is his deceased wife.

The woman who obviously married him but still thought of another man.

Sure enough, his face turned red with anger and his breathing was rapid. "Rebellious girl! I should have strangled you to death! I made you angry at home and embarrassed me when you go out. Just say, "I had to go to No. 1 Middle School in the city to make trouble, do you want to join the stepfather you found by your unfamiliar mother!"

It’s another familiar link, and such questions are staged every week.

Next to him, Jiang Yunfeng had already started to speak: "That's right! How can people like her be matched with such a good school!"

These noisy and noisy did not give Jiang Zhiyu any expression. At least, she could not really force Jiang Dachuan to the point of abandoning her.

There is one more year, the last year.

Bear with it any more.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes, ignored the family of three's glaring eyes, reached out, opened the door, and "bang" to isolate all the bad things outside the door.

True purity.

The temperature at night had dropped a little. She tried to open one hand and let the evening breeze blow away the irritability of her body. She smelled the fragrance of the fruits and vegetables, and walked slowly to the alley.

The fruit stall was still open, and a blurry figure sat under the dim chandelier, and his upright back did not look like Liu Bo.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned forward and tried to see clearly, but saw the figure moving.

"Jiangzhiyu." A familiar male voice was faintly surprised.

"Duan Chi?"

After confirming who the figure was, Jiang Zhiyu put the book in his arms on the electronic scale, skillfully took out a small stool in the corner and sat down, "Where is Bo Liu?"

The boy still looked like he remembered, with a pretty face, a little dark skin, a little shy, and didn't like to laugh.

"The old man is sleepy, so he goes back first. Why are you back at this time?"

Duan Chi is not a stranger. Jiang Zhiyu relaxedly picked up a small piece of watermelon cut on the table, took a light bite, and the juice was sweet, "We want to have a classroom for college entrance examination candidates."

Duan Chi touched his head embarrassedly, "I almost forgot that Quancheng No. 1 Middle School is a college entrance examination test site."

Jiang Zhiyu is not good at greetings with others. Just a few words were because the two of them were junior high school classmates and high school classmates before.

She didn't say it, he didn't ask.

Two young men of the same age each held a book, she read tutoring materials, and he read prose novels.

The familiar motorcycle roared again, and the streets echoed in the quiet night. An aunt upstairs opened the window and cursed: "It's big night, I'm going to die!"

The sound of about to penetrate the eardrum stopped in front of the stall, and Jiang Zhiyu subconsciously raised her head.

In front of him, the boy named Shen Si easily took off his helmet, stretched his long legs slightly forward to the ground, and his school uniform had been replaced, with simple white work clothes and black pants, looking lazy as if he had not woken up.

"Didn't it disturb the people?"

In the back seat, a girl sat with her hands tightly holding his waist, and her well-developed chest, tightly clasped, silk, stitched, and sticked to his back.

Hearing this, she took off her pink helmet and showed a bright face.

Jiang Zhiyu is not unfamiliar with this face.

This is Wang Yuyan, a school beauty in the No. 1 Middle School that the boy mentioned eight times a day.

She had seen it on the good news on the school bulletin board.

Admission to Beijing University.

"Asi, how do you know that there are fruit sellers here? Why don't we just want the kind in her hands?"

Shen Si raised his eyes as Wang Yuyan's fingers, accurately locked Jiang Zhiyu's face in the hazy night, and curled his lips and smiled:

"Hey, that little girl who eats melons is open."

Duan Chi, who was standing aside, put the book in his hand aside, took the initiative to get up and help select watermelons, and turned his head from time to time and whispered:

"You know each other? How come you can touch our alley at night?"

Jiang Zhiyu slowly finished the last bite of melon, threw the peel into the trash can, and shook his head:

"Who knows, maybe I've been here before."

Duan Chi didn't think much about it, so he just packed the watermelon cut into a plate and handed it over, "17.6 yuan, WeChat or Alipay?"

The boy on the motorcycle didn't answer, but took out a lighter in his pocket, ignited the fire like boringly, and then went out. Under the broken hair on his forehead, there were a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling.

Jiang Zhiyu subconsciously turned his face, but the ostentatious eyes crashed into his teasing eyes.

He was joking about her pretending not to know him.

The girl in the back seat was already shaking impatiently: "Asi, hurry up, Xiao Yang and the others are still waiting for us to go up the mountain to set up a tent."

He tskated, turned his head and raised Wang Yuyan's chin. The young man's handsome face was full of unswerving teasing:

"What are you urging me to talk to other girls?"
Chapter completed!