Wen Shuqin remained silent.
He looked at the characters, which were even more beautiful and fluent than his own, and fell into deep thought.
Is this not very good?
What should I call the one I wrote myself?
Wen Shuqin put down his pen, crumpled the note in his hand, and threw it into the trash can at the back.
Little Yuzu looked at him, puzzled: "Why do you throw it away after you finish writing it? You need to keep it so you can see your progress!"
Wen Shuqin: ...
Wen Shuqin then realized that he had been too impulsive.
That's right, there are still four blank spaces on the back of this paper that haven't been filled in yet, it's a waste.
Wen Shuqin got up and walked to the trash can.
The bag in the trash can had just been changed that morning, and it only contained crumpled paper that Wen Shuqin had just thrown out.
I glanced at the sincere-looking little pomelo.
Wen Shuqin pursed his lips and remained silent.
It wasn't until the long break, when everyone came back, that Xiaoyouzi saw Wen Shuqin secretly picking the crumpled paper out of the trash can.
After turning around and being seen by everyone, Wen Shuqin returned to his seat without changing his expression and picked up his pen to practice calligraphy.
"Wen Shuqin, the top student, did you go out to collect trash?!"
There is a small group of boys in the class who have bad tempers and average grades.
They've always been at odds with the top students.
Upon hearing Shuqin's actions, one of the boys immediately announced this 'interesting' matter loudly, and then mocked, "Is your family so poor, you top student? You need to pick up trash?"
"Why don't you tell us a few people, and we'll sponsor you a piece of paper!"
Faced with everyone's ridicule, Wen Shuqin kept a straight face and didn't say anything.
Little Yuzu frowned slightly: "Why are you like this?"
“Brother Shuqin just picked up a piece of paper that he accidentally threw into the trash can, and you said it was because you were picking up trash.”
"So why did you secretly pick up someone else's cigarette butt this morning and put it in your schoolbag?"
Little boy: !
The boy, whose lie had been exposed, stared wide-eyed at Xiaoyouzi in disbelief: "You, what nonsense are you spouting!"
Little Yuzu snorted: "I'm not lying. Open the outermost compartment of your backpack and let everyone see, then you'll know if I'm lying or not!"
The little boy who often bullies others encounters the strong-willed little Yuzu for the first time.
His secret habit of picking up cigarette butts to smoke is about to be discovered.
The boy immediately cowered: "I don't know what you're talking about."
After saying that, the little boy stormed back to his seat.
They made no mention of Wen Shuqin's garbage-collecting incident.
Wen Shuqin said coldly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Little Yuzi smiled and gave a simple, honest laugh.
After school in the afternoon, Xiaoyouzi felt uneasy.
She glanced at it coldly and saw a white van parked not far away.
That car looked a bit old; I saw it after school yesterday.
I don't know who they're here to pick up, and there's no one getting on or off inside.
I thought about it carefully.
Little Yuzu recalled the TV dramas and news reports.
It's often mentioned in the news.
Human traffickers like to drive vans and those vans that sell fried dough twists when they kidnap people.
That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas too.
Could that be a human trafficker's car?
Little Yuzu stood there, gazing intently.
"Hello."
Wen Shuqin, who was next to her, nudged her: "What are you thinking about?"
"nothing."
Coming to her senses, Xiaoyouzi shook her head.
"Little Pomelo!"
"Uncle Zhao!"
Zhao Bin's voice rang out, and Xiao Youzi responded.
She turned around and said goodbye to Wen Shuqin, looking at the van with a suspicious gaze, walking with a nonchalant air.
"What are you looking at, little pomelo?"
Zhao Bin looked up in confusion, glanced around, but saw nothing unusual.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.
Xiao Youzi looked up, her bright black eyes meeting Zhao Bin's, and suddenly smiled: "It's nothing."
One last glance at the van, and Little Yuzu got in.
"What do you want to eat tonight, Little Pomelo?"
Zhao Bin asked as he started the engine.
Little Yuzu's gloomy gaze drifted through the window to the van.
The car remained parked quietly without moving.
"Bang!"
Just then, a car not far away shook slightly.
Little Yuzu's anxiety grew stronger.
What's there?
"Little pomelo?"
Coming to her senses, Xiaoyouzi smiled and said, "If you want to eat something delicious, then I'll trouble Uncle Zhao Bin to take me there!"
"No problem, I'll order takeout and have it delivered to your door."
Little Yuzu completely forgot about what important matter was.
The car started and slowly drove away.
Suddenly, the sound of a car came from behind.
Xiao Youzi turned around abruptly and saw the van start up, flash its lights, and drive out in the direction Zhao Bin was heading.
Little Yuzu pursed her lips and remained silent.
Fortunately, the van didn't follow for long before they parted ways.
But Xiaoyouzi didn't feel relieved; she still felt depressed.
When they got home, Xiaoyouzi remembered something when Di Xing rang the doorbell again.
"Hehehe, I forgot, the takeout has arrived again."
Little Yuzi looked at Di Xing with a grin.
Di Xing shook his head helplessly: "Come on, let's eat."
*
The next day, I went to school.
"Have you heard? Someone from the third grade has gone missing!"
"Impossible, he must have skipped class!"
"Who's missing? Is it that famous senior from the third year, the fiercest one?"
"It's him! His grandfather found out he was missing and came to the school to make a scene yesterday. His parents came today!"
"I saw the police officer!"
The first-grader doesn't know much, but for some reason, he's incredibly gossipy.
Everyone was filled with anxiety, a mix of confusion and curiosity.
As soon as Xiaoyouzi returned to school, she saw everyone discussing it.
She returned to her seat and asked Wen Shuqin curiously, "Brother Shuqin, what are they talking about?"
“A third-year student went missing yesterday.”
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyouzi's heart tightened.
Wen Shuqin, who was standing nearby, noticed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I feel that person was probably..." Xiaoyouzi stopped herself before she could finish her sentence.
As Master San once said, you can't say things without evidence.
Even if you know the answer, it's not acceptable without supporting evidence.
Then let's take another look this afternoon.
Wen Shuqin said from the side, "Say what's on your mind, don't keep it to yourself."
"It's nothing serious, it's alright."
Xiao Youzi remained silent, and Wen Shuqin did not press her further.
After school in the afternoon, Xiaoyouzi looked outside.
The van is gone.
For more than a month afterward, she did not see that van again.
It was as if it had vanished into thin air...
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