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Chapter 396

In addition to the band aid, No. 8 took another thing out of his collar.

"My cell phone?"

Lin Xiaoxian's eyes lit up. The Meizu machine he took out on the 8th is not the one he gave her, but the one he left in his bedroom before the accident.

"So you returned to No. 7 middle school this afternoon?"

"Well, do your homework."

Nodded on the 8th. It turned out that her task in the afternoon was to go to No. 7 middle school.

Of course, helping Lin Xiaoxian get his mobile phone back is definitely not a task, just by the way.

"Thanks!"

Lin Xiaoxian is very grateful. Since the accident, all the students of No. 7 middle school have taken a holiday and are required to leave the school. They are not allowed to enter the school at will.

This is not only the requirement of the school, but also the requirement of students' parents.

Because a message has been spread among major wechat groups, that is, it is said that most of the school's projects except for the accidents of the teaching building are carried out by the same construction team building the podium, including the dormitory building.

As for the evidence, someone took photos of the restoration project of the falling off of the gable of the dormitory building.

One stone aroused thousands of waves. Even if the school did not want to, the students' parents strongly demanded to take their children home until the professionals tested the safety.

As a result, the school was closed, and Lin Xiaoxian couldn't get help to go back to get his mobile phone.

Fortunately, No. 8 is not an ordinary person.

"Alas..."

Lin Xiaoxian opened the lock screen and saw rows of missed calls, wechat and QQ messages.

Adversity shows true love. Without this time, Lin Xiaoxian really didn't know that so many people would care about themselves deeply or shallowly.

Aunt and sister don't say that.

Li Chi, Chen Ming, Liu Wei, Ma Weiwei, Miss Du, Miss Wang

In addition to the familiar faces of this class, there is Lin Ling, a yellow haired sister who hasn't met for a long time.

Lin Ling: are you okay

Lin Xiaoxian doesn't remember that he added her QQ. It seems that Lin Xiaoxian didn't add her because he hasn't been interested in playing black with Lin Ling and Li Chi. Obviously, he didn't know when to add her.

[Lin Xiaoxian: Thank you for your concern. I just got my mobile phone back. I'm fine. I'm in the hospital with a slight fracture.]

Lin Xiaoxian copied and pasted this text and replied to SMS, wechat and QQ one by one.

Including the braided girl from class 5 of the campus radio station, Aunt Wang next door, Guo long from No. 7 middle school, and the teacher leading the team

And wechat in summer and autumn.

[Lin Xiaoxian, Zhou Jia came to see you. I just called her. It's great if you're all right!]

[I'd love to see you too, but I can't]

[Lin Xiaoxian, the teacher really has something urgent. Trust me]

……

[in fact, I can't say it's urgent. It's my mother who has to let someone take me back! I'm so bored!]

Summer and autumn may be really annoying, so that later they hurriedly launched voice.

"Lin Xiaoxian... Lin Xiaoxian..."

Her voice sounded anxious and guilty, and tried hard to suppress the feeling of crying:

"... Lin Xiaoxian, are you seriously fractured? I... I really can't find you today. Don't blame me, don't hate me, I am... If you really want to blame me, just blame my mother! "

"... my mother sent a little girl to take me back. I can't... you can't believe it. She's so strong!"

"... Lin Xiaoxian, you saved me, I..."

"... Lin Xiaoxian, teacher, I'm sorry for you..."

……

In terms of time, the second cargo didn't know that Lin Xiaoxian had lost his mobile phone in his bedroom. About after Lin Xiaoxian just woke up from suspended animation, he received the notice from the study committee, leaving a sentence "have a good rest" and there was no movement.

These wechat messages are intermittent and fragmented. Xia luoqiu's inner feelings do not need to be explained by the surface meaning of these words and words. Lin Xiaoxian can actually experience that complex mood from her messy expression.

Compared with this, he was even more surprised at No. 8:

"You went to pick up summer and autumn this afternoon?"

"Yes."

There's nothing to hide on the 8th. Compared with those things that needed to be kept strictly confidential, these so-called "tasks" are now more common than doing housework.

"Monica told you to go? She knows summer and autumn? "

"The teacher is working. It's part of the job..."

Work

Lin Xiaoxian recalled what her aunt said about Monica looking for a job that day and what Xia's group was her employer.

"So, Monica is actually working under Xia luoqiu's father now?"

"It's mother."

"Mother? Is Xia's group her mother's? "

Lin Xiaoxian was surprised that Xia's group was surnamed Xia. It turned out that Xia luoqiu followed his mother's surname

"I see..."

……

Single mother, Xia luoqiu, Xia's group, Monica's work, send No. 8 to take home

When Lin Xiaoxian doubted Xia luoqiu's family background, he should have connected one or two clues.

But at that time, I didn't think so rich, and I didn't think that the single mother in my stereotype was actually the owner of the famous Xia group.

Now that the chain of evidence is complete, Lin Xiaoxian is no longer surprised why he is so extravagant in some aspects of life.

Imported kitchenware can be thrown at will.

It's a few steps away. I need a ride.

From time to time will wear expensive clothes.

……

It seems that when we meet again, we have to call her "Miss Xia"

It's a teacher.

It's a student sister.

Now it's the eldest lady again.

It's only summer and autumn, but one person has played so many roles.

Tut, it's quite suitable for playing Cosplay

……

"Huh?"

Thinking about it, the 8th pulled Lin Xiaoxian's chin.

"What's the matter?"

The 17-year-old boy has strong hormone secretion. In addition, Lin Xiaoxian is born with a beard. He hasn't taken care of it for two days, and his chin has sprung up. Therefore, after pulling his chin on the 8th, he touched her beard curiously.

Lin Xiaoxian let her touch it with great interest. She thought that if she had a daughter in the future, she would pull her father's beard curiously.

Patter

A cool water stain suddenly dripped on Lin Xiaoxian's chin.

Just a drop, when Lin Xiaoxian didn't have time to observe, No. 8 quickly went down the bed. Although she covered her movements, with Lin Xiaoxian's eyesight, she could clearly see her little hand flying across her face.

"Are you leaving?"

No. 8 nods with his back to Lin Xiaoxian.

"Will you come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, before I leave the hospital?"

No. 8 nodded and shook his head again.

On the 8th, I'm not sure. Lin Xiaoxian still wants to say goodbye, but she has flashed out and left ward 404 again.

Lin Xiaoxian stared thoughtfully at the shaking door leaf for a while, and the scene of "little puppet" wiping his eyes with his back lingered in his mind for a while.

If I remember correctly, I met Monica that day and said that my father on the 8th was a Chinese truck driver in Armenia. He died in an air raid on the 8th when he was younger.

Lin Xiaoxian carefully took his hand from the study committee member's arms, twisted the moisture on the stubble, his eyes were soft, and then picked up the two new band aids left on No. 8 on his chest.

"Does this thing... Really work that well..."

Leaving aside some astringent figure references in Lin Xiaoxian's reader group, the usage of band aid No. 8 really has a very practical function.

For example, when running a marathon, people stick band aids on small spots because they need to exercise continuously and wear light clothes.

If not, it will rub, bleed and be infected by sweat and stains.

Lin Xiaoxian thinks that this must be the reason why No. 8 is the same. Besides, girls' small points will be especially prominent. If you want to sacrifice underwear for portability, anti friction is really necessary.

Lin Xiaoxian expressed his solemn understanding of this kind of writing.

Then, like last time, carefully wrap two pieces of band aid with a paper towel and decide to hide it this time. It's best not to be caught by my sister again.

After all, it's such a special gift. It smells delicious. It's a pity to throw it away.