...Xia Zhitao is practicing dancing in the dance studio at home. When she is tired, she sits down and turns on her phone to listen to Zhang Wanlin's songs.

It's strange, although each song has a different style, it is very healing.

After letting her listen, she was full of positive energy.

She didn't ask Zhang Wanlin to come out, but he was not interested.

No more than five words each time.

It's as cold as his reality.

The message sent this morning has not been answered yet.

It's been more than 4 hours, 33 minutes and 24 seconds! Humph, ignore him, absolutely ignore it! Xia Zhitao thought again, could it be because of low self-esteem?

He lives so badly and the environment is so bad. Will it be a burden to contact her?

For example, he would think: would he look down on him, would he laugh?

However, it is not that she can decide that she is so rich.

Xia Zhitao danced like this, absent-mindedly.

The mobile phone placed far away suddenly turned on, and a message popped up.

Isn't it Zhang Wanlin's return?

She walked over immediately and turned on the phone.

Unfortunately, it was not from Zhang Wanlin, but from the class group.

This is a small group they set up privately, without a head teacher, and of course there is no transparent person Zhang Wanlin.

Basically anything can be said.

A photo was posted in the group. The photo showed a construction site. Many workers on the messy ground were busy working in full swing, and there was a familiar figure inside.

Xia Zhitao recognized him almost at a glance.

Zhang Wanlin?

! It can't be him.

He is only sixteen years old and has not yet grown up.

Moreover, he is a student of Qinhai High School, and it is impossible for him to go to the construction site.

"Look at it, do you find anything?"

Lu Gang typed a line.

Several classmates returned.

"Isn't this the construction site? There are many places in Jiangcheng."

"The workers are also very ordinary, what's the significance of this picture?"

"I think this environment should be the old town.

Only there is dirty and messy. "

"When it comes to the old city area, it's really messy, it's all a bunch of people coming from other places.

If it were me, I would just drive these people out.

Jiangcheng was polluted because of these guys.

A mouse **** messed up a pot of good soup. "

Lu Gang sent a message: "Don't you guys pay attention to the point?"

He sent the picture again, this time a person was deliberately circled.

"Guess, who is he?"

Once this was circled, it was as if he had been magnified with a magnifying glass.

"How do I feel that he is so familiar?"

"I thought about it, it's him!"

"Who, just say it."

"Zhang Wanlin! This silhouette should be him."

"But Zhang Wanlin is a student of Qinhai High School, how could he come here?

And it's still a construction site. "

There are different opinions. More than half of the students think that this is just someone who looks like Zhang Wanlin, while the other part is still skeptical.

After all, Qinhai High School, even the poorest students will not be reduced to construction sites in the old city.

Lu Gang said in the group: "Don't guess, it's him! This person usually lives in the old town, and often works here on weekends."

This time the whole class was in an uproar.

"Is he so poor?

Also go to work. "

"He is so poor, how could he be admitted to Qinhai High School."

"No wonder he is usually so silent, because he and us are not the same world."

...Lu Gang said, "Everyone, I'll just start a live broadcast. Come in and have a look."

Having said this, I also specially @了夏之桃.

Xia Zhitao no longer wanted to watch the next content, and felt inexplicably painful.

He is so good, but he lives in such an environment and does such hard work.

Dare to ask who can put down his body and do something like him now?

Now she also figured out why Zhang Wanlin didn't reply to the news in the morning, because he really didn't have time to reply.

The more you learn from this boy, the more Xia Zhitao will feel distressed.

She stood up resolutely and walked to her sister's boudoir.

During the busy night last night, Xia Zhiyu slept peacefully in the bed.

Xia Zhitao sat down and said, "Sister, can you take me to a place?"

Xia Zhitao rubbed her eyes and said lazily; "Where do you want to go this weekend?

Ocean Paradise?

amusement park? "

"No, this time in the old town."

Xia Zhiyu sat up, "Are you serious?"

... Huang Mao led a group of people at Zhang Wanlin's residence and did not find him.

He twisted the collar of a resident and said fiercely, "Where was that person last night?"

"Who are you talking about?"

The man was shaking.

"Tm! Don't install garlic for me! Say or not."

When Huang Mao was about to draw a stick on this man's head, he quickly said: "I know who you are talking about, it's the boy.

He was at the construction site on weekends. "

"Which site?"

"It's the one on Anzhen Street that is easy to find."

Huang Mao waved his hand, and the group rode away on motorcycles.

Roughly counting the number of people this time, it was four or five times more than last night, and there were at least twenty or thirty people.

Everyone was tattooed, dressed in strange clothes, and carried controlled knives.

The man looked from the window and felt scared: "Zhang Wanlin is miserable this time, so many people are looking for him."

One person came out and said, "This group of people are tattooed with black dragons. They should be members of the nearby Black Dragon faction."

"Most of these people are young people, unemployed vagrants, no matter what they are doing, they just want to be prestigious and play loyalty."

"Not long ago, I had a conflict with a nearby merchant and stabbed someone else. I haven't been rescued yet."

One person said: "Then this young man is more ill-fortuned?"

"Yep.

Yesterday he beat others so badly, the other party must come back for revenge.

It's unlucky for him. "

"Hey, I think this young man is pretty good."

...At noon, the workers on the construction site are eating.

These are big pots of rice, and most of them have some small stones and other sundries, but they are all born in a farm, which is not in the way.

Zhang Wanlin sat with them, and he was hungry and hungry all morning, eating like a wind rolling cloud.

The rest of the people laughed: "Zhang Wanlin, did you not eat or something?"

"Haha, if you see a woman in the future, you are hungry now, didn't you just pounce on it."

"Don't talk about others like that, he is also a top student in Qinhai High School anyway."

When they are in their free time, the workers will always use him. After all, what is more interesting than a high-achieving student working with them?

Zhang Wanlin only looked at the phone at this time and buckled the only contact—a cute cat shaking.

"Morning~" is a message from Xia Zhitao at 7 o'clock.

Zhang Wanlin pressed his cell phone and sent a message, "Morning."

There immediately replied: "What's still early, it's noon! I'm very angry now!"

Asked again: "Where are you now?"

Zhang Wanlin didn't even think about it: "Work."