[BL] The School Grass is Really Sweet

Chapter 12

After the last class, Ye Qingyang packed his school bag, ready to go home and continue to fight Ye Hong.

When passing by Lu Jingcheng, he patted Lu Jingcheng.

As soon as Lu Jingcheng turned his head, he saw Ye Qingyang standing behind him, he was a little confused for a moment, what did he mean?

Still want to go with him?

No bangs cut today.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye, Brother Lu." Ye Qingyang said with a smile.

Only then did Lu Jingcheng feel relieved, and felt a little lost for no reason, "Oh."

"See you tomorrow." After Ye Qingyang finished speaking, he turned and left the classroom.

Chen Wei watched him leave, sighed, and shook his head, "Look, how much he cares about you! He's cooking noodles for you, and he gave up my business for you. Now that school is over, He has to let you know, he clearly considers you as a friend!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Jingcheng said arrogantly.

"Hey," Bai Le on the side couldn't help but join in the fun, "Did you hear that? This is King Xiang's intention, but Goddess has no intention."

"It's too cruel." Dong Yu finally commented.

Lu Jingcheng: ...

Lu Jingcheng rolled his eyes at the three of them, picked up his schoolbag, and walked outside the classroom.

Ye Qingyang returned home and took the key to open the door, but found that the door was locked, no need to guess that it was Ye Hong who did it.

He was not in a hurry, he unzipped his schoolbag, took out the microphone he found yesterday, and pressed the switch.

Facing the door, he began to sing, "Little cabbage, yellow ground, thirteen and fourteen, no parents, following aunt, afraid of aunt, don't be human, abuse me~~"

Ye Qingyang sang again, the sound was recorded, and I tore a piece of homework paper from my schoolbag, and while playing "Little Cabbage, Yellow Ground" on the speaker, I sat at the door, ready to attack at any time.

Ye Hong listened to his song through the door, walked around the room angrily, and finally couldn't help but went to the door and shouted,

 "Shut up."

Singing voice: "Follow my aunt, but I'm afraid of my aunt, don't be a human being, abuse me~~"

Ye Hong has a good face, and always pretends to be good on the outside.

Now that I heard Ye Qingyang singing like this, I was afraid that people would overhear and the neighbors would talk about me, so I couldn't help shouting, "Ye Qingyang, shut up! Don't sing anymore, or you won't enter the house today."

Ye Qingyang didn't bother to talk to her, only the loudspeaker was still playing, "Little cabbage, the ground yellow~"

Ye Hong: ...

Ye Hong felt that his head started to hurt again.

Ye Qingyang was sitting on the ground when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, the sound was from far to near, like two people.

Ye Qingyang immediately pretended to be pitiful, and leaned against the door with his head down.

Soon, he felt that the light in front of him was blocked, and in the next second, someone asked him, "My child, why are you sitting here?"

Ye Qingyang looked up and saw an intellectual woman in her thirties, with an old lady in her sixties or seventies.

He blinked, tears welled up slowly, and the trumpet next to him was still singing: "Little cabbage, ground yellow, thirteen and fourteen, no parents, following aunt, afraid of aunt, not being a human, abuse me~~"

What a miserable picture of a teenager weeping.

The woman looked at him, heard the singing from the loudspeaker again, and asked, "Why don't you go home? Who is in your family?"

Ye Qingyang's eyes were full of sadness, "My aunt won't let me in, she locked the door."

" Why is that?" The old lady was puzzled, "Why didn't you come into her house?"

"Why can't you go back to your own house?" the woman asked.

Ye Qingyang stood up, bowed his head, and said softly, "This is my home."

 The woman sighed, there was nothing she didn't understand, everything was clearly sung in the song.

"Your parents are gone, so you live at your aunt's house, right?"

Ye Qingyang shook his head, "No, this is my house."

He looked at the person in front of him with clear eyes, "My parents are gone, let my aunt take care of me. My aunt is a good person. She was afraid that she would not be able to take care of me alone, so she took her husband and children to my house so that they could take care of me together.