To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

The next day, Zhao Jiajia heard that the boy who fought with him asked for leave and went to the hospital. I inquired at the front desk, and it turned out that when I came back from the Internet cafe last night, I was beaten to the hospital.

As soon as Zhao Jiajia heard the keyword Internet cafe, Zhao Jiajia's heart skipped a beat, subconsciously thinking of Song Lingshu who ran to the Internet cafe without saying a word last night.

But the front desk said that the person might be a worker, wearing overalls and hard hat, Zhao Jiajia was relieved again.

When she got home at night, she mentioned the incident to Song Lingshu and asked, "Did you see who beat him?"

"No, no." Song Lingshu sandwiched the food for her without blushing, "asking what to do, what to do, could it be that you... want to find, find that person?"

"Yeah, find him and thank him, why don't you just beat him to death?" Zhao Jiajia said viciously.

Song Lingshu couldn't help laughing.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Song Lingshu's hair has grown again, but the ends are still dry and frizzy. She wants to cut it, but the barber shop in the town can only straighten and dye. The barber is the most cost-effective, but it is not good-looking!

Zhao Jiajia never imagined that she, who was always dressed as a tomboy, would care about whether she looked good or not?

"How about I cut it for you?" Zhao Jiajia volunteered.

"can you?"

"You doubt my skills?!"

"No, no, then...cut it." Song Lingshu tremblingly handed the scissors to her, then sat on the chair with a heavy face, showing the expression of going to the guillotine.

Zhao Jiajia excitedly found a piece of unused clothes and draped it behind her shoulders, facing the mirror on the closet, and began to cut her hair.

Kacha, once the knife goes down, Song Lingshu knows it's over.

However, Zhao Jiajia didn't realize the seriousness, and said in the tone of a professional barber, "What style do you want?"

"I think, want... a style that is not shameful." Song Lingshu asked humbly.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Song Lingshu: I'm just worried, big sister! Haven't you noticed that these knives have not been passed? If you want me to die, just say so, okay?

After clicking for a while, Zhao Jiajia looked at the whole body and found the problem: "Why is it not even? It seems to be bald?"

"..." Song Lingshu was numb.

"I'll fix it for you again, and I'll make sure it's all cut!" Zhao Jiajia wandered a few steps, and suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, he went to the pencil case and took out his ruler, and put it on her head.

"..."

"Don't move! If you move, you will mess up!" Zhao Jiajia bent over and carefully cut with the ruler, every cut was very cautious.

In the end, Song Lingshu looked at her new hairstyle and felt a little better. Although it was far from the hairstyle she wanted, this one is not bad now.

"You seem to be alone now." Zhao Jiajia walked around her a few times, and finally remembered, "Matilda, the heroine of "This Killer Is Not So Cold!"

The two of them just finished watching this movie a few days ago. For Song Lingshu, it was already a movie that could be memorized by heart, but it was Zhao Jiajia's first time watching it. The stamina was too strong, so I took her to review the plot together.

The original intention of watching this movie was actually to learn English.

Although there are English classes in junior high school, the content is not as good as compared with those in big cities outside. The school doesn't pay much attention to English, and the teachers have accents.

Song Lingshu heard it, and bought her a stack of CDs of foreign movies, so that she could listen to the authentic pronunciation and at the same time train her sense of language. Then I sent a lot of biscuits to Uncle Wang's wife, and won the opportunity to borrow the TV. Uncle Wang would watch it with them. Recently, he often said: "hello, howareyou"

Song Lingshu: "f, fine... thank you, and, and you?"

Zhao Jiajia: "I really convinced you!"

"Let's watch the movie again tonight, I want to watch it again." Zhao Jiajia said.

Song Lingshu nodded, and looked in the mirror. Her hair was short and she looked cool.

"I think you look better." Zhao Jiajia pressed her shoulders and looked around carefully, "The first time I saw you, you just huddled in a corner and didn't speak, your body was dirty and your clothes were ragged , like a beggar, still not daring to look directly at me."

"Because you, you are too dazzling. I... have never seen such a beautiful girl." Song Lingshu told the truth, but Yu Zhaodi didn't dare to look at her directly.

Zhao Jiajia smiled, put his arms around her arm, turned his head and looked at the mirror in front of him together, and laughed: "It's different now, we all look good."

"Um."

The afternoon sun shines through the yellowed glass and falls on the ground, elongating the shadow of the two standing side by side.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. On May 1st, Song Lingshu took out all the summer clothes to wash, and there were only a few sets in total, so she went upstairs to ask Zhao Jiajia if there was anything she wanted to wash.

Zhao Jiajia dragged two boxes of clothes out for her.

"..."

Zhao Jiajia finally chose a few pieces for her to help wash, and continued to put away the others.

Song Lingshu found a big red basin, soaked the clothes in it, then put a washboard in it, sat by the basin and slowly rubbed it.

Zhao Jiajia was doing homework in the back room, and looked up from time to time. After finishing a paper, she went out, squatted down on the other side of the basin, picked up a piece of clothing and began to rub.

"No, it's up to you, you go and do... your homework." Song Lingshu chased her away.

Zhao Jiajia's rebellion came up again: "I'm going to wash."

"Then you, still move a stool... sit and wash." Song Lingshu said, "You, you are still wearing... a skirt."

Zhao Jiajia looked down, only to realize that she had disappeared while squatting, she couldn't help but blushed, she went to move a bench over, clamped the skirt with her legs, then sat down carefully, and said angrily, "What's wrong with wearing a skirt? Girl, what am I afraid of?"

Song Lingshu snorted: "Xiao, Xiaoian, you still don't know much about..." Have you ever seen a female hooligan?

"Who knows less, you're the only one." Zhao Jiajia smiled and scolded her, slapped her hand, and squeezed her **** maliciously, "Small, small!"

Song Lingshu: ...So the female hooligan is by my side!

"Why don't you talk anymore? Are you angry?" Zhao Jiajia poked her face with his finger, and seeing that she had been silent, she puffed up her chest, "Otherwise you bullied me back?"

Song Lingshu: ...This question is too much for a female hooligan!

Such a difficult choice was placed in front of her, but she didn't know how to cherish it. She didn't regret it until she slapped the other party's hand away. If she was given Ji Hui again, she would definitely bully her back!

"Are you really angry?" Zhao Jiajia sighed in frustration, "How about I cook dinner tonight?"

"Okay." Song Lingshu immediately borrowed the **** to get off the donkey.

Zhao Jiajia threw down her clothes and got up to prepare dinner. After much deliberation, she decided on the simplest fried rice with eggs.

When Song Lingshu finished drying his clothes, when he entered the room and saw a plate of black things on the table, he slammed on the door in fright: "Are you... planning to eat charcoal tonight?"

"This is egg fried rice!" Zhao Jiajia emphasized.

"Where is the egg, where is the egg? Where is the rice...?" Song Lingshu stepped forward, picked up a black thing with his chopsticks, "Um... the egg The shell fell, but I found it after searching.”

Zhao Jiajia explained: "It's just that the fire is a little hotter, and the appearance is not very good, but it shouldn't affect the taste. You can try it."

"How about...you first, first try?"

"..."

The two stalemate for a moment, Zhao Jiajia picks up a chopstick, feeds it into his mouth, and spits it out expressionlessly. When he looked up, he found that Song Lingshu had also vomited, and said amusedly, "Aren't you afraid to eat?"

"You have to taste what you cook for the first time." Song Lingshu said.

Zhao Jiajia was a little touched, and she heard her say: "After eating this, there will be no suffering in the future. It is...you can't eat it."

Zhao Jiajia's face collapsed: "...Get lost!"

Time flew by in the small quarrels, and it was the eve of the June high school entrance examination in a blink of an eye. The teachers gave them blood with impassioned enthusiasm. Zhao Jiajia sat by the window, packed her schoolbag, propped her head up and looked up at the sky, and the teacher's words "Your future is created by yourself" sounded in her ears. There is also a piece of letter paper with a red line on a white background. The teacher asked them to write a letter to themselves ten years later.

The students have already begun to write passionately, and some even cried and wrote letters while sniffling.

Zhao Jiajia has not started writing for a long time. She doesn't know what it will be like in ten years, and she doesn't know where she will go in ten years.

But if you ask her about her recent wishes, she can tell a few, such as getting into a good high school, and Yu Zhaodi's business is getting more and more prosperous.

But when it comes to ten years later, she can only think of earning money, a lot of money, but how to earn it, she still can't think of it. Some people write that they want to be scientists in the future, some people write that they will become big entrepreneurs in ten years, and some people say that they will become mayors... They have no plans but wishes, and Zhao Jiajia even feels that they have no plans Not as good as Song Lingshu, at least he came over steadily step by step.

After the teacher put away everyone's letter paper, he announced that school was over, and then secretly handed these letters to the parents of the students, hoping that they could convey them on behalf of them ten years later. Of course, I also specially emphasized that it contains the dreams of these students for ten years later. I hope that parents can see their potential and support them in pursuing their dreams.

Zhao Jiajia's letter was naturally handed over to her mother. Her mother also wanted to know what the other party's dream would be ten years later. She opened the letter and looked at it for a long time, then sighed and cried alone in the room.

Song Lingshu and Zhao Jiajia went home in the evening, and the senior high school entrance examination was approaching, so she specially invited Zhao Jiajia to a restaurant, had a good meal, and returned home talking and laughing.

There is only one light bulb in the stairwell. It has recently broken, and it flickers from time to time, and no one has been repairing it. When Zhao Jiajia went upstairs to get the clothes, she happened to come across the flicker. She was startled and ran down quickly.

After Zhao Jiajia went to take a bath, Mother Zhao found Song Lingshu and handed the letter to her: "You can read it yourself, this is her dream in ten years."

Zhao Jiajia took a shower, wiped her hair, went out to search around, and found her in the stairwell.

The other party stepped on the ladder, with a small flashlight in his mouth, and was changing the light bulb.

"Be careful, don't fall." Zhao Jiajia stretched out her hands below, for fear that she would fall.

"Relax, don't worry." Song Lingshu said vaguely, screwed on the light bulb, and turned on the switch again, a warm yellow halo instantly sprinkled in the dark corridor. She took out the flashlight, jumped off the ladder, and carried the ladder downstairs.

When passing by her, she smelled a faint smell of soap. The other party had gotten used to bathing with soap for some time. Song Lingshu paused, and smiled at her: "Come on for the high school entrance examination."

"Oh..." Zhao Jiajia didn't understand why she said this inexplicably, but she hummed, and then went upstairs to get her schoolbag, preparing to make a few more papers.

Song Lingshu returned to the room, stood under the light bulb, and took out the letter paper that he had read several times from his pocket.

About the dream ten years later.......

On this letter paper, there are no flashy dreams, nothing to do with family members far and near, only a short sentence——

Ten years later, Yu Zhaodi and I can still be together.

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