Chapter 58: That classmate is very world-weary

See Chen Xiang waiting for him there.

The boy's steps did not quicken at all. He moved slowly and lazily as before.

After a moment, he came to the front of the car and stood still.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he lowered his eyes and said with his slightly red lips: "A sweet potato."

Chen Xiang pointed at two kinds of sweet potatoes and asked, "Which one do you want?"

The boy's face remained unchanged.

His red lips twitched again, and he said in a very indifferent tone: "A sweet potato."

Chen Xiang gritted her teeth: "..."

You deserve a beating!

She picked up a large sweet potato bag and handed it over, saying, "Three cents."

"Um."

He responded lightly through his nose, took the sweet potato, tore off a corner of the rice dumpling leaf, and without fear of being burned, he lowered his head and took two bites, chewed it two or three times, and then swallowed it.

After the boy finished eating the sweet potato, his chest rose and fell noticeably and he let out a long sigh.

It's like being alive again.

He pursed his lips, then raised his eyes to look at Chen Xiang and asked her directly: "How old are you this year?"

Chen Xiang: “…”

Somewhat speechless.

Is this a student from school?

Why are you asking her age right away like a little hooligan?

Chen Xiang held out her hand and said unkindly, "Three cents for the sweet potato, thank you!"

The boy raised his eyelids and looked at her lazily.

At the same time, Chen Xiang's gaze also fell on his face. After taking such a close look, she realized that the boy in front of her was extremely handsome.

However, this face is not popular now.

If it were in the future, it would definitely be a standard world-weary face.

The boy's hair was slightly messy, covering his brows and making his eyes stand out more.

His eyes were large, with eyelid wrinkles that ended abruptly at the end of his eyes, and his eyelashes were densely curled, all of which seemed to perfectly highlight the strong features of his lower whites.

The boy's eyes were light brown, without any emotion in them, and he seemed to have a strong sense of alienation.

In addition, there is a black mole under the left eye.

It made his whole face look even colder, more expressionless, and more repulsive.

I have to say...

This mole is like the finishing touch to a painting.

The boy had a baby face, a high nose bridge, cold white skin, and perfect, slightly red lips.

When he raised his eyes, he revealed a kind of world-weary and broken aura.

It’s hard not to love…

In short, it meets Chen Xiang's aesthetic taste.

Hmm...

It’s not impossible to ask him to eat a sweet potato.

As the two looked at each other, Old Xie pushed the door open and came out of the guard booth. He greeted the boy, "Are you awake?"

The boy heard the sound, blinked, and turned his head to look over.

Seeing that Lao Xie looked familiar, he bit his lip.

The next second, he pointed at Chen Xiang and asked Lao Xie: "How old is she this year?"

Chen Xiang: “…”

Old Xie was also stunned. He glanced at Chen Xiang and said with a smile, "She is much older than you. You should call her sister."

Seeing that he couldn't get an answer, the boy looked away and said in a distant voice, "She is not my sister."

Then he took out a fifty-cent bill from his trouser pocket, threw it on the car, turned around and left without saying anything.

Chen Xiang picked up the money and while looking for change she shouted to the boy from behind: "Little classmate, don't leave. I haven't given you your change yet."

At this time, Mr. Xie said to her, "Don't shout, he can't come back."

"Why?"

Chen Xiang was stunned when she saw the money, feeling a little puzzled.

"There's something wrong with his brain and he looks weird, so no one can get close to him." Old Xie said as he pointed into the house, motioning Chen Xiang to come in.

When Chen Xiang came in, she asked curiously, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know the details, I just know that this kid has been in the county high school for four years. He started in the first year of high school when he was thirteen. At that time, there were no dormitories in the school. He went to and from school alone every day and never walked with his classmates."