It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

When the child turns ten years old, he has to do a big deal. This time Wen Ai, his father and mother gave him a birthday banquet in his own restaurant. Relatives and friends, neighbors in the neighborhood, and those who are close and distant are invited. A lot of them, and finally asked Wen Ai to call all the teachers and students in the class.

Over the years, An’s father’s business has grown bigger and bigger. Several branches have been opened in succession. He was also interviewed by a newspaper in this city. His wealth accumulated and he ran up banquets for his son. Most of them were people. Catch up to join in.

Compared with these crooked adults, children are much simpler. These days, you have to pay for meat and oil. Most families eat plainly, and the children are greedy. Last year, at Yue Xiao’s birthday party After experiencing a handful of delicacies from the sea and mountains, I wished that the two brothers would celebrate their birthdays every day. Now that they can go to their big restaurant to eat delicious food, everyone clapped their hands with joy.

There were a lot of guests, and there were twenty tables at the banquet. Father and mother were busy greeting people. Yue Xiao also helped. After running, the little birthday star Wen Ai didn’t do anything and didn’t worry about anything, so he put his hands in his pants pockets. Inside, from time to time stretched out to receive a red envelope from the elders.

This home is his biggest card!

An father and An mother vacated a few tables for the children alone, wondering if no adults were present, they would be more free to play around.

The three large round tables side by side were already full of vegetables. Yue Xiao led the classmates to let everyone sit down. Wen Ai also casually picked a place to sit down, squeezed his pants, and the paper shell red envelope in his pocket hurt his thigh. .

Wen Ai took out all the red envelopes and stuffed it into Yue Xiao's hand next to him: "Help me keep it."

"Okay." Yue Xiao straightened out the large stack of red paper shells and put them into the inner pocket of the jacket, lifted two glass bottles from the drink basket on the ground, and shook them against Wen Ai, "Orange water or Coke?"

Wen Ai pointed to the left: "Coke."

Yue Xiao used the bottle opener to pry off the bottle cap twice, leaving the orange water, and the Coke handed him, "Don't drink it all at once, eat more food first."

"I know." Wen Ai took two sips, hiccupped his mouth, and gave him a sideways look. "It's really long-winded."

Yue Xiao looked at him and smiled dozingly.

"Get out of the way! You are so fat that you would squeeze Miaomiao!"

"No! I'll sit next to Miao Miao!"

The children at a few tables started to use their chopsticks to grab food, and Luo Dongdong and the little fat man were still arguing about the seat.

Miao Miao and Little Fatty belonged to the class next door. Luo Dongdong only met Miao Miao at Yue Xiao’s birthday party last year. The little girl was good-looking and could dance. Luo Dongdong belonged to the one who looked at the face. People are good friends, and they often fight back and forth with the little fat guy. No, I’m fighting again today.

Miao Miao and Wen Ai had been playing in mud since they were young, and they must sit together. As a result, there is only one place next to her. The little fat man is fat, but he is flexible in dancing the national standard dance, and he seized the opportunity with his ass, leaving Luo Dongdong with a dazed face with a little curly hair.

The two quarreled endlessly. Yue Xiao went up to persuade him, and finally pushed Luo Dongdong on the seat next to the little fat man, not very far from Miao Miao, isn't it?

The kids had spoiled the dishes on the table, An Mu brought a big cake, and the kids stood up and watched her cut them. One or two of them had their necks stretched out, usually only across the department store window. The rare food you can only see, I can finally taste it today!

The current domestic cake craftsmanship is immature, the cakes are baked hard, and the pink cream has become a hard crust.

Wen Ai broke off the butter shell and used it as a biscuit. It was a bit interesting to chew. After eating, he still licked his mouth intently.

"Eat mine." Yue Xiao pushed his plate of cake to him, "Clean, I haven't moved it yet."

Wen Ai glanced at him, broke away the butter crust, and pushed the remaining cake embryo along with his share: "Fair exchange."

I don't have to owe you favors.

Yue Xiao smiled: "Okay, fair exchange."

The younger brother is happy.

When Luo Dongdong saw the two of them being exchanged, the scholar's ills came up again. He grabbed his own cake, passed the little fat man, and threw it into Miaomiao's dish: "I'll eat it for you!"

The little fat man gnawed the cake for a long time, and was embarrassed for a long time. Finally, he was stimulated by Luo Dongdong Yaowu’s majestic eyes, and reluctantly gave up the half of the cake that was still stained with saliva in his hand: "Miaomiao, mine is for you too!"

Miao Miao glanced at them silently: "Naive!"

The little girl is following the fashion, thinking about keeping in shape all day, so she doesn't eat these things that are easy to grow meat.

Seeing that she didn't want it, the little fat man picked up his own cake and then gnawed at him. By the way, he also took Luo Dongdong's share back: "Here, yours."

Luo Dongdong looked at the cake, then turned to look at the little fat man: "Hey! What is your name?"

"Chen Feiyang." The little fat man wiped the cream off his mouth, "My name is Chen Feiyang."

The classmates were eating cakes around the table, and the study committee suddenly suggested: "Let’s say a blessing to the class flower alone, don’t bring duplicates!"

Everyone said yes, they will come one by one in the order of seats.

"I wish the class will do everything they want!"

"Academic progress!"

"Good luck!"

"Longevity!"

"..."

After most of the circle came down, it was the turn of an introverted little girl who was particularly inexperienced in Chinese. She held back for a long time, and finally squatted and said: "I wish Ban Hua... a hundred years of good harmony... He Ban Cao..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"This word is not used like that!"

"A hundred years are good! A hundred years are good!"

At this moment, the classmates clapped the table and laughed and knocked on the chopsticks to make a fuss, making Wen Ai blush, half angry and half ashamed.

Yue Xiao turned his head and saw Wen Ai's head hanging down like a cute red fruit. Suddenly, he felt that it would be appropriate to apply a hundred years to them. He would protect his brother for the rest of his life.

At the end of the birthday party, An's father helped Wen Ai bring a lot of gifts from the children home. Wen Ai squatted in the room to open the gifts. Halfway through the opening, he was too tired to move. There was everything in the house, and there was nothing lacking. He had the kind of intention to lead the big guy.

Wen Ai stood up and backed up until his calf touched the edge of the bed, opened his hands and fell back, lying on the bed comfortably.

Yue Xiao came back from the shower, looked at the unopened gift box in the corner, and walked to the bed to sit down while wiping his hair: "No?"

As soon as Wen Ai touched the bed, he was too lazy to say: "Yeah."

Yue Xiao put the towel around his neck and turned to look at him: "Don't you like it?"

Wen Ai closed his eyes and let out another "um" anger.

After a while, Wen Ai felt that he was about to fall asleep, and suddenly heard Yue Xiao say: "Actually, I also prepared a gift."

"You?" Wen Ai opened his eyes and sat up, "Why did you hide it, why didn't you give it to me?"

"I'm afraid you don't like it." Yue Xiao bent over and lifted the schoolbag on the ground, digging out the stationery box, twisting a necklace made of thin red cord from the inside, and sending it to Wen Ai, "Here."

Wen Ai did not pick it up, and touched the pendant hanging under the red rope with his hand. A small pony carved out of bamboo, running lightly with its hoof, the bamboo is thick, the front is blue bamboo, and the back is rice. White, the edges and corners are polished very smoothly, not at all.

Wen Ai remembered that he was born in 1978, and he happened to be a horse.

Yue Xiao was a little nervous: "Do you like it?"

Wen Ai raised his eyelids and looked at him, his head lowered and his body at a 120-degree angle.

Yue Xiao carried the necklace and looked at him, not understanding what it meant.

"Why are you stupid?" Wen Ai urged, "Help me put it on!"

"Oh!" Yue Xiao was overjoyed, smiled and hung the necklace around Wen Ai's neck, "Okay!"

"Stupid, stupid, waiting until my neck is sore." Wen Ai raised his head and turned his neck a few times, fiddled with the little bamboo horse on his chest, and whispered, "What kind of horse is green..."

"Well..." Yue Xiao hesitated, "I will cut off the top layer of bamboo for you? The wood inside is light-colored."

Wen Ai's fingers rubbed the smooth bamboo skin twice and shook his head: "Forget it, that's it."

Yue Xiao laughed: "Sure, I listen to you."

Wen Ai grabbed the small bamboo horse into the palm of his hand and glanced at Yue Xiao's hand: "How many days have you been doing this?"

Yue Xiao's hand immediately closed like a mimosa, and all ten fingers were hidden in the heart of his fist and couldn't come out: "About a week, two of them were mainly carved and scrapped. It took time..."

"Sculpted with a utility knife?" Wen Ai shifted his gaze to Yue Xiao's face: "Not injured?"

"The utility knife is easy to break." Yue Xiao shook his head, "The file I took from Dad's toolbox was sharpened slowly."

"Oh." Wen Ai moved to the bottom of the bed and took out his pajamas from the closet. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Go." Yue Xiao sat on the bed and looked at him. When he was about to walk to the door, he suddenly said, "The bamboo is not afraid of water, you don't need to take it off."

"understood."

Closing the bathroom door, Wen Ai lowered his head and looked at the little bamboo horse many times.

System: "The carving is so cute, the male protagonist has a pair of hands."

Wen Ai disdain: "He? His hands are dyingly clumsy."

The system was surprised: "Meow meow? Then you come out better?"

Wen Ai turned the bamboo over to reveal the beige back, and pointed to a small red dot on the tip of the horse's tail: "He must have filed his hand!"

The system heard something wrong: "Do you feel bad?"

"What's so distressing." Wen Ai denied quickly, "I don't check it before sending it. It's too distracting."

The water heater at home needs to run for a while before it gets hot. Wen Ai turns on the shower, puts out the cold water first, stands aside and undresses, hesitates for a while while pulling the red rope around his neck, and finally looks at the pony For such a lovely sake, I barely left it.

The country implements nine-year compulsory education. Which school you go to in junior high school should be marked according to the address on your household registration. Of course, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao went to the same school, and with that little fate, they sat in the same classroom and became the same again. table.

The entire junior high school is dominated by puberty, and the students who are developing physically and mentally have opened up, began to pay attention to appearance, began to pay attention to the opposite sex, and began to discuss who likes whom.

The grass in Yue Xiao's previous class was not in vain. After six years of elementary school, he didn't say anything, but moved closer to the level of grass in the school, and he looked more handsome.

In this implicit age, love letters are already the most daring show of love, and Yue Xiao’s desk can have a few more pink envelopes out of thin air every day. He feels that it is not good to throw them in the trash can, so he takes them all home. Eat ashes in the corner.

On this day, Yue Xiao came back from his physical education class, reached into the desk to touch the water cup, accidentally brought out the love letter, and fell on the foot of Wen Ai who was fanning his collar to dissipate heat.

Yue Xiao picked up the letter and patted it ashes. Wen Ai raised his eyebrows: "Open it and have a look?"

Yue Xiao was taken aback: "You know I never watch it."

Wen Ai pursed his lips: "Keep it and keep it, let's see."

Yue Xiao thought he was bored and wanted to have fun, so he tore open the envelope.

The girl writes mediocre handwriting. It is estimated that she is a restrained person, without enthusiastic confession, only a love poem from the newspaper.

"The writing is a bit ugly." Wen Ai stretched his neck to look at it and added, "It's a good match for you."

Yue Xiao was choked in his throat, and it was very uncomfortable not to get up.

Especially innocent.