Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 412 The first belongs to me (3)

As she spoke, the girl violently thrust the entire bag directly in front of the boy.

"Take it."

"Zhou Ye, I can't ask for this."

Zhou Ye frowned and raised his face. The facial features on his small face were compact and just right. Although it was a little dark, it was so bright and flamboyant that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

She was a bit forceful, and threw the bag directly at the boy's feet, turned around and left without saying a word.

"you……"

The refusal was fruitless, Zhou Ye had already walked away, and his slender figure made people can't help but think of the strong pullet in the yard who was protecting its cubs.

The wind on the mountain was getting stronger and stronger. The boy looked at Zhou Ye's back, and finally picked up the cloth bag on the ground and followed with his long legs.

When he reached the village, Zhou Ye didn't give him a chance to speak, and turned around quickly and neatly, and entered the yard.

The boy followed to the yard, looked at the closed gate, and finally put down the cloth bag decisively, then turned around, and continued walking up the mountain alone.

"Yu Jun, why didn't you go to school today?"

A voice sounded from behind, the boy turned his head and saw the person walking towards him.

With a black schoolbag on his back and a clean T-shirt, he walked up the mountain in a leisurely manner.

Facing the dusk, two boys of about the same age walked side by side.

"Yu Jun, let me lend you today's notes."

"Thank you."

"Just now I saw you coming from Beishan with Zhou Ye, why are you free to play with her?"

Yu Jun lowered his eyes and said lightly.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

The boy walking aside paused for a moment. Hearing Yu Jun's inhumane answer, the boy shrugged and stopped walking up with him.

On the top of the mountain, there was a small house, bathed in the orange sunset, Yu Jun walked slowly towards the sunset.

Zhao Shang withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked down the mountain, walking all the way to the courtyard gate of Zhou Ye's house, turned his eyes sideways, and saw the cloth bag placed in the corner.

The bag was full of round and big cherries.

Looking at the bag of cherries, Zhao Shang stepped forward with a blank expression, raised one foot, and kicked it hard.

Just like that, a bag of cherries was kicked over, and the red fruit rolled to the ground.

Before walking away, the boy stepped forward again, stepping on the cherries with both feet, splashing red syrup under his feet.

Before it got dark, the whole village fell into silence.

In the rough house on the top of the mountain, Yu Jun walked out of the kitchen, holding a slice of fried red and green peppers in his hand, and then placed the peppers on the wooden table in the yard.

Along with a plate of chilli, there was a plate of steamed taro on the table, next to a fish that was almost skeletonized.

After setting the dishes and chopsticks, Yu Jun turned around and shouted at the room.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat."

After a while, a hunchbacked figure trembled out of the dark room.

Grandpa Yu, who is nearly 80 years old, is almost unable to walk. His thin body is supported by a wooden stick. When he walked over, the old man was wearing a gray hat. His mottled and old face was like a dead tree, his cloudy eyes could hardly be opened, and his voice was trembling.

"Xiaojun is back."

"Well, grandpa, come and eat quickly, come and sit down."

Yu Jun got up, helped his grandfather to sit down, bent down and stuffed the chopsticks into his hands, and handed him the cooled taro.

"Eat, grandpa."

"Xiaojun, how was your class today?"

"Well, everything is fine."

(End of this chapter)