Even if the whole world doubts you, I will still stand by my boy's side and be with you.
----------Song Zhaoning
Get up early in the morning, Song Zhaoning got up early.
Sitting at the dining table and looking at the dishes, she wanted to bring some nutritious food to Nan Jingyuan.
Her boy is too thin, his hair is yellowish, and he is obviously malnourished.
"Dad, can you pack me a piece of breakfast today?"
Song Qian, who was in the kitchen with his slightly fat figure, stretched out half of his body in the kitchen, wanting to listen. Qing's daughter's request.
"Why do you need to bring food to school?"
"Dad, I made a good friend at school, but his parents gave him food in the morning, so I I want to bring him some food."
These words dispelled Song Qian's doubts. After all, his daughter has always been kind.
"Okay, dad will pack it for you now. If his parents don't give him food in the future, you can bring it to your friends. Our family still doesn't lack these things."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qian continued to be busy in the kitchen, still remembering Song Zhaoning's request.
"Thank you, Dad. Dad is so kind."
Song Zhaoning felt warm in her heart and shouted loudly towards the kitchen.
"Why is my father so good, but my brother so bad? You are a heartless little girl."
Song Zhize stretched himself and came downstairs, and heard Song Zhaoning praising his elder brother. Dad, I can't help but compete with him for favor.
"Brother, my brother is the best."
Seeing the handsome and lazy Song Zhize and Song Qian busy in the kitchen, Song Zhaoning felt really satisfied. The scene is really warm.
How great it would be if her teenager also grew up in such a warm home!
Song Zhize gently touched Song Zhaoning's soft hair.
My sister is the cutest.
After breakfast, Song Zhaoning hurried to school. She came a little late today.
The girl's hair was tied into two small buns with red bows on them, which trembled as she ran.
The figure not far away watched the girl run into the school, and he followed her into the school.
Classroom
"Teacher, Nan Jingyuan was the last one to leave the classroom yesterday afternoon. He must have stolen the class fee."
"Yes, His family is so poor, he must have stolen it."
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Before she entered the classroom, she heard someone in the corridor. The boy who slandered her.
When Song Zhaoning heard these words, there was only anger in her big watery eyes, and she clenched her clothes tightly with her white and tender little fists.Hem.
They actually said this about her young man and slandered him so much. He was so kind and simple, so he would not do such a thing.
In the end, Song Zhaoning still couldn't bear to listen. They slandered Nan Jingyuan and pushed in the door.
"Do you have evidence? Are you framing your classmates based on mere speculation?"
No one thinks that Song Zhaoning's statement is correct. They will only recognize what they think. become a fact.
"Do you need evidence? His family is so poor, he must have stolen it."
Squad leader Tang Jinpeng stood up and refuted his words.
Song Zhaoning's fair and tender face turned red because of her anger.
"Okay, students, stop talking. Our class's surveillance system was installed yesterday, so whoever got the class fee will come to me after class. If we check the surveillance system, who stole the money?" "My classmates will criticize me publicly."
At this time, the head teacher Yang said, his voice was calm and authoritative.
He hates children whose hands and feet are dirty the most. The parents of such children will not be of very good character either.
His eyes lightly scanned the movements of everyone in the class, and even the slightest movement escaped his eyes.
There must be something wrong with the child who avoids looking at him.
"In my class, if you have such sneaky thoughts, it is best to put it away and return to your seats. The teacher will not wrong any student, nor will he let go of any unruly person." Clean students, you better pay attention to me."
"Song Zhaoning, go back, the teacher will find out the truth about this matter."
Song Zhaoning did not expect Teacher Yang. He is a selfless teacher. I really appreciate that he did not favor other good students because of his one-sided words towards Nan Jingyuan.
"Thank you, teacher."
She bent down sincerely to thank Teacher Yang.
Nan Jingyuan, who was originally following Song Zhaoning, didn't react much when he heard someone slandering and insulting him. He was used to such voices.
But they actually let his little girl hear it. His eyes were full of panic. She would also hate him!
Nan Jingyuan's body was shrouded in a gloomy aura, like the hostility emanating from the abyss.
When everyone doubted him, she was the only one who stood up to defend him.
When the young man looked at the stubborn figure confronting others, his heart felt slightly sore and his throat moved slightly. He seemed to have found the hope of living again.
After the first class, she still didn't wait for Nan Jingyuan to come to class, and the rice she brought in the morning was almost cold.
She held her chin in distress and looked at the door eagerly, feeling quite starry-eyed.
Without Nan Jingyuan in class, Song Zhaoning only felt that it was very long. She finally waited until the end of get out of class, but Nan Jingyuan still did not show up, which made Song Zhaoning a little worried.
She sat down on her seat today and wanted to put her schoolbag in the desk, but she didn't put it in, so she took out the snacks she gave Nan Jingyuan yesterday.
Yesterday he only ate one piece of bread and left the others untouched. There was still five dollars in her desk.
The bread only cost two yuan, so he gave her double the money.
Nan Jingyuan is really heartbreaking.
Song Zhaoning's eyes couldn't help but turn red when she saw the five dollars, and she felt even more sorry for Nan Jingyuan. She really wanted to give him all the good things in the world. In front of you, let him know that he is worthy.
After hesitating for a while, he still accepted the five dollars, but put all the snacks back into his desk. At the same time, he wrote a sticky note for him and put it on the lunch box. Go inside his desk.
"Zhaozhao, do you like Nan Jingyuan? You are so brave today, you dare to argue with the monitor."
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After class, Qiao Lele looked at Song Zhaoning with admiration. She really admired Song Zhaoning.
"Yes, I want to be friends with Nan Jingyuan, so I hate people who bully my friends. Lele, you are also my friend, and I will not let others bully you."
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Song Zhaoning looked firm and serious in her commitment.
Qiao Lele did not expect that this cute and cute little girl would say such things. Children are like this and she will be nice to anyone who is nice to her.
"Zhaozhao, I will also protect you. If you want to be friends with Nan Jingyuan, then I will be friends with him and I will protect him."
"Hehe, Thank you, Lele.”
Finally, at the end of the second period, Nan Jingyuan appeared.
Song Zhaoning, who had just finished using the toilet with Qiao Lele, saw Nan Jingyuan sitting quietly on his seat.
"My deskmate, my deskmate, you're here. I brought you breakfast, but it's all cold."
I quickly walked to my seat and watched and waited for two periods. Nan Jingyuan and Song Zhaoning, who had just appeared in class, could not contain the joy in their eyes, which were as curved as crescent moons.
I couldn’t help but feel disappointed when I remembered that the breakfast I had brought for him was cold.
Listening to her voice, Nan Jingyuan went from happy to depressed, feeling a little inexplicably irritable.
"It's not... your fault."
"It's a bit cold. It's not good for his stomach if he eats it."
After all, he still doesn't want to upset his stomach. Feeling uncomfortable, he reached out to take away the lunch box from his desk.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone grabbed his wrist.
Some are puzzled;He looked up at Nan Jingyuan with misty eyes.
"I'm...hungry and want to eat."
The girl's clean eyes reflected Nan Jingyuan's figure, making his heart beat a little faster. He was still holding the girl's wrist in his hand, and it felt soft and tender like touching fine suet jade.
He hates contact with people, but he does not reject Song Zhaoning's approach at all, and he even takes the initiative to contact her.
He quickly released her wrist and awkwardly turned his head away from looking at her.
Song Zhaoning was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening, and a smile appeared on her face again.
"Okay, then eat less."
Song Zhaoning's smile seemed to have a magical power, falling in Nan Jingyuan's eyes like a clear spring, as if she wanted him to drown. In her smile.
When Nan Jingyuan picked up the lunch box, Song Zhaoning's eyes never left his body.
There is also a sticky note she wrote to him on the lunch box, and the beautiful handwriting reveals her concern.
[Tablemate, please have breakfast (*^▽^*)]
His eyes moved slightly, and he opened the lunch box pretending to be nonchalant and ate the rice brought by Song Zhaoning one by one. .
"My tablemate, you can tell me what you want to eat. You can order it."
"Yeah"
Ahhhh, from childhood. Nan Jingyuan is so cute, he is indeed the person she had liked for several years in her previous life.
The interaction between them was all seen by squad leader Tang Jinpeng. He didn't understand why someone like Song Zhaoning liked someone so dirty and disgusting.
"Song Zhaoning, why do you want to play with such a disgusting person like Nan Jingyuan? He is a beggar and he picks up rags every day. If you want to play with him, then you are dirty."
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For a child to be able to say this kind of thing, he must have learned it only after the adults at home talked to him.
Tang Jinpeng was chubby, and his classmates were all afraid of him. He used his size to bully his classmates, and the one he bullied most often was Nan Jingyuan.
His words made Nan Jingyuan, who was still a little shy, stiffen and turn pale.
Forgot, he is a person living in the mud, how can he be friends with such warm sunshine.
Oops! ! !
"Say it again, believe it or not, I will beat you to tears."
She does not allow anyone to talk about her Nan Jingyuan, and this time she will risk her life to keep him alive. Happiness under the sun.
The usually soft and cute little face was looking at Tang Jinpeng seriously at this time, the small mouth was tightly pressed together, and the watery eyes like a deer were filled with anger at this time.
Tang Jinpeng was a little scared to be stared at like this, but he was the boss and couldn't be embarrassed.
Pretending to be calm, he continued to speak.
"He is obviously a beggar, and he stole the class fee. He is a beggar and a thief with unclean hands."
The little follower behind him in the class echoed loudly and insulted Nan with a smile. Jing Yuan, Tang Jinpeng couldn't help but feel proud when he heard their agreement.
"Do you have evidence? If Teacher Yang checked the surveillance and said that Nan Jingyuan stole it, then I have nothing to say and I apologize to you, but there is currently no evidence that Nan Jingyuan stole the class. So I apologize to Nan Jingyuan."
Song Zhaoning looked at these somewhat arrogant people, her watery eyes were like spitting fire.
But he still firmly defended Nan Jingyuan.
The high wall built in the young man's heart cracked, and a sliver of light shined through the crack into the abyss in the young man's heart, and there was a hint of warmth in the endless abyss.
His lips moved slightly, and he reached out and gently pulled Song Zhaoning's corner.
Feeling such a slight movement, Song Zhaoning patted Nan Jingyuan's shoulder soothingly.
"Don't worry, you haven't done it before. I believe you."
Looking at the girl standing in the light in disbelief, her eyes were pure and clear. The warm light and her firm protection made Nan Jingyuan so moved that he wanted to cry.
"Why...what?"
I asked the question in my heart with some trembling, but I was afraid that what I heard was not the answer I wanted to hear.
Song Zhaoning felt even more distressed. As long as her boy was kind to him, he would be extremely moved. What kind of malice he had experienced in his previous life.
"There is no reason. I believe you didn't take it. Even if everyone doesn't believe you, I believe it."
"I believe whatever you say, and I will only stand. On your side, my deskmate, don’t let me down.”
Facing Nan Jingyuan’s dark eyes, Song Zhaoning smiled even more tenderly.
She wanted to give him the courage to face the world.