Pan Shu gave Jiang Chen her phone number and told him to contact her if he got into trouble.
Jiang Chen looked at the string of numbers in his hand, as if he was looking at another layer of bond between him and his sister.
"Really?"
Can I really find you, sister?
Pan Shu curled her lips, "Don't be embarrassed, Jiang Chen."
Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, and he met Pan Shu's eyes with a smile in disbelief, "Sister?"
"Well, I remember now. I was the one who chose your name. We are destined to be together."
Jiang Chen uttered a soft "ah" and blinked slowly. After a long while, he raised his hands to cover his burning cheeks, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
My sister remembers him.
So Jiang Chen is not unimportant at all, right?
Although Pan Shu had left Jiang Chen her contact information, he probably didn't want to bother her, so the messages he sent were few and far between. Most of them were just reminders about the temperature drop and to remember to put on more clothes.
At the end of winter, Pan Shu opened her cell phone and saw a text message lying quietly in the phone.
Although there was no note, she knew it was Jiang Chen.
[Sister, our class will have a parent-teacher conference next week. I don’t have any parents. Can you come and help me with the meeting?]
Perhaps fearing she would be embarrassed, he followed it up with another line, "It's okay if it's inconvenient."
Pan Shu took a sip of strawberry milk and typed, "It's convenient, but I don't know if Jiang Zhao wants to hold a parent-teacher meeting."
They are from the same school and in the same grade. If Jiang Chen wants to hold a parent-teacher meeting, Jiang Zhao's class will probably have to hold one as well.
The other party quickly sent another message, "Jiang Zhao doesn't need it. I've asked."
If Jiang Zhao also had to attend a parent-teacher conference, I wouldn't bother my sister.
Panshu agreed to this matter.
When Jiang Zhao came back in the evening, Pan Shu asked him, "Are you going to have a parent-teacher meeting soon?"
Jiang Zhao raised his head and took a big sip of water. The transparent water stains ran down his delicate jaw and into his collarbone. He turned his head and said, "No need. We have had a parent-teacher meeting before, but I heard that Class 7 will have another one soon."
"oh."
"Why are you asking this?" Jiang Zhao approached her, the strong pine snow scent on his body surrounding Pan Shu, "You usually don't care about this."
Pan Shu slowly sipped the strawberry milk and said, "Nothing, just asking."
Jiang Zhao ruffled her hair and asked, "What are you eating tonight?"
"Don't touch my hair." Pan Shu dodged his hand, put her hands on her hips, and said arrogantly, "Jiang Zhao, I'm your sister, don't be disrespectful."
Jiang Zhao was a little depressed.
No brother goes to sleep at night thinking about his sister.
But he couldn't seem to say it.
Pan Shu didn't often go to Jiang Zhao's school. Sometimes, she was too lazy and even avoided parent-teacher conferences. Fortunately, Jiang Zhao had gotten used to it and didn't think it was a big deal.
She grabbed a student who was eating a pancake and was about to ask how to get to Class 7 when she heard the boy's surprised voice behind her.
"elder sister."
Pan Shu turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Jiang Chen.
"I was just about to ask for directions." Pan Shu looked up at the thin boy who was much taller than her with a smile on her face. "The parents' meeting is about to start, right? Let's go."
Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and stared at her soft and beautiful outline, his heart seemed to be gently tapped by a small hammer.
He didn't expect her to agree, he just wanted to give it a try.
But ah.
His sister was much kinder and softer-hearted than he thought.
The young man stood among the students, his eyes sweeping across the noisy crowd, accurately landing on the slender and beautiful figure.
She felt out of place in it.
She was too young, too beautiful, too dazzling.
"Who is that Jiang Chen? So beautiful."
"Isn't it said that Jiang Chen is a bastard without a father or a mother? Could that woman be the old woman who is rumored to be supporting Jiang Chen? But she doesn't look like him."
"Maybe, those who are kept by rich people are all good."
"Jiang Chen is full of viruses. I don't know why that beautiful sister fell in love with him. Is he really good in bed?"
The malicious whispers of the people around him reached Jiang Chen's ears.
For the first time, he felt angry.
I was already used to it.
The boy's outstanding appearance did not make him as popular as Jiang Zhao, but instead brought him great criticism and pain.
In addition to enduring the beatings and trampling of the old drunkard, he also had to endure the sarcasm and ridicule of his classmates.
Jiang Chen sometimes wondered if he had done something wrong.
So that no one likes him.
Jiang Zhao is a child of destiny and everyone envies him.
Jiang Chen, on the other hand, was the underground mud, dirty and smelly. Everyone wanted to step on him, and in the end they would blame him for being covered in filth and dirtying their feet.
Jiang Chen suddenly felt a little regretful for selfishly pulling her into his own world.
He lowered his eyes and prayed silently, hoping that his sister would not hear these voices.
As gentle and pure as his sister.
Pan Shu turned around and saw the young man smiling sweetly at her with his lips curved. She couldn't help but slightly curl her bright eyes.
In the middle of the parent-teacher meeting, Jiang Chen received a note.
--come out.
No signature.
Although Jiang Chen could still recognize his handwriting.
He quietly opened the back door and walked out, only to meet a pair of scarlet eyes.
Jiang Zhao's top class was some distance away from here. He seemed to be running over, with messy hair and fiery eyes.
Jiang Zhao raised the corner of his lips and used such a sarcastic tone for the first time, "Do you have no father or mother?"
None of them.
Jiang Chen thought. He had no father or mother.
It's a bastard that no one wants.
He dodged Jiang Zhao's fist by moving sideways, but how could the young man's anger be calmed down so easily?
Jiang Zhao rushed forward like a little leopard protecting its food and started fighting with Jiang Chen.
The noise outside the classroom finally caught the teacher's attention.
The two young men with similar eyebrows and eyes now regarded each other as their most hated enemy, wishing to pull out their tendons and marrow, drink their blood and eat their flesh.
Jiang Chen dodged mostly, so his injuries were more serious.
Because he knows.
Jiang Zhao was injured.
Panshu will be sad.
He didn't want his sister to be sad.
Jiang Chen once sneaked out from the old drunkard's house and hid in a dark corner. He saw Pan Shu crying while hugging Jiang Chen who had a fever. Because Jiang Zhao was sad, she was sad too.
But if she is sad, Jiang Chen will also be sad.
At that time, he envied Jiang Zhao so much.
Even if he was beaten to a bloody pulp, no one would shed tears for him.
Soon Jiang Zhao’s class teacher also rushed over.
The head teacher stood in front of Jiang Zhao without hesitation, and behind the cold glasses was a sharp look, sizing up Jiang Chen:
"Jiang Zhao is a good boy. He won't hit anyone on his own initiative."
The classroom was crowded with people, and several parents were crowded at the door to watch the excitement. Suddenly, Pan Shu saw a familiar figure, and she pushed through the crowd and walked out.
Seeing the two young men in front of him, he fell silent.
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