When Bei Yao returned to school, the campus was broadcasting an apology to Pei Chuan.
Chen Feifei was dumbfounded: "Isn't he, he really got the exam by himself?"
Not only Chen Feifei but also Wu Mo were surprised. A teenager with a not-so-famous reputation in Third Middle School was able to get the first place in the city!
The sixth school apologized very sincerely and indicated that the red list will be changed, but the holiday will be tomorrow, and there is no way to change it now.
It makes no difference to Chen Feifei who is the first year. She is even more looking forward to the next vacation.
"Yaoyao, tomorrow you. Will your mother come to pick you up?"
Bei Yao said: "No, I moved some of my things back last month. I have very few things left and I can take them back by myself. My brother is in preschool, and my mother has to pick him up."
Chen Feifei curiously asked: "Your family is patriarchal? I tell you, my grandma is patriarchal. Every time I go home for the New Year, she never gives red envelopes, and then quietly gives the red and white plugs to my cousin. In a blink of an eye, my cousin came to show me off again, you don’t know how annoying it is!"
Bei Yao thought of Bei Jun's "women's clothing", and some wanted to laugh, she shook her head: "I don't have this phenomenon in my family."
Even if the grandmother prefers sons to daughters, but not living together after all, the impact is not big.
Sure enough, as Bei Yao said, Zhao Zhilan took Bei Jun. After all, five-year-old children must be picked up by their parents. Bei Yao went home by herself and took the final grades and officially entered the winter vacation.
Not long before the Spring Festival, the community was deserted this year than ever.
Zhao Zhilan rubbed her hands to keep warm, and sighed: “The popularity of the community has been every year. Zhao Xiu’s family moved away, and then Police Officer Pei’s house. Chen Hu and his family seem to have the intention to buy a house in other places. The community is even more deserted."
Bei Licai likes to be quiet, but feels nothing: "You can drop by."
Zhao Zhilan sighed. This year, her natal family can't go back and have a look. What happened to Zhao Xing. If Bei Yao's grandmother couldn't afford to give up her son, Zhao Zhilan would not have this natal family.
Zhao Xing was in a drug rehabilitation center this year, and his wife was also divorced. A child of the couple followed his mother.
At the age of thirty or forty, Zhao Xing can be said to have nothing at all.
Zhao Zhilan watched the public service advertisements for drug rehabilitation on TV. Drugs can be said to be harmful. Once cigarettes were sold in Humen, the national humiliation should not be forgotten. Drugs must not be taken!
Just look at Zhao Xing's fate.
Without her natal family, Zhao Zhilan had a terrible year.
Bei Yao happened to be there when the dumplings were being made, and Zhao Zhilan spoke to her daughter: "I heard Zhao Xiu say that she plans to let Minmin go on a blind date this Chinese New Year."
Bei Yao was very surprised, she pinched the side of the dumpling: "Blind date? Min Min is only seventeen years old."
Zhao Zhilan also laughed and laughed: "Yes, Zhao Xiu’s mind is really hard to say. But it’s no wonder she had this idea. The first college student in our village before, and later went abroad as a doctorate. He came back this year during the Chinese New Year. The son was nineteen years old, and that college student had a good relationship with Zhao Xiu at the time, so Zhao Xiu had the idea of getting married."
Zhao Zhilan was also boring and gossiping at first, but when she thought that her daughter had reached the age when she was in love with her, she would talk about these problems with her, and Zhao Zhilan immediately shut up.
Bei Yao didn't take it to heart. She said: "Minmin is very assertive now, unlike when she was a child, she doesn't listen to Aunt Xiu in everything. She also has very good grades, which is ahead of me in this exam."
Zhao Zhilan nodded her daughter's forehead affectionately: "Everyone surpasses you, so you don't feel oppressed."
Bei Yao just smiled, her eyes gentle.
The mother and daughter panicked, making too many dumplings. There were so many fans, and the Bei Jun used them as plasticine.
A few years ago, Bei Licai posted a couplet at the door, and red lanterns were hung up lively in the community, which was a bit of a Chinese New Year.
Chen Hu's family was the first to come to visit the New Year, and Bei Yao took out the New Year's goods prepared at home to entertain Uncle Chen and Chen Hu.
Chen Hu coughed: "Aunt Zhao, Bei Yao, I changed my name last week."
Chen Hu's father explained: "This stinky boy, he thinks his name is tacky, and he didn't dislike any stinky doggies when we were back then."
"Dad, what's your age, what's our age? It's no longer interesting to have a bad name to feed it."
Everyone laughed.
Bei Yao said, "What is your name now?"
Chen Hu was a little embarrassed, but also a little expectant: "Chen Yingqi, how is it, it sounds nice?"
Bei Yao seriously thought about it and said, "It sounds good."
Chen Hu, no, it's Chen Yingqi. He likes Bei Yao's character and never disappoints.
Chen Yingqi’s father patted the back of his head: “I think about this all day long, it’s better to reduce your body fat.”
Chen Yingqi's mouth is not forgiving. "You say me, you haven't reduced it for decades! Isn't the gene to blame me?"
So Chen Yingqi slapped again on the head.
When the father and son went out, Chen Yingqi quietly turned back: "Bei Yao, come here."
Bei Yao walked over, Chen Yingqi quickly glanced around, and then whispered: "Will Fang Minjun come back this year?"
Bei Yao said honestly: "I don't know."
Chen Yingqi's eyes were a little bit depressed, and Bei Yao comforted him: "If you want Minmin, you can go see her, take a car from the gate of the community, and it will be there in more than 30 minutes."
Chen Yingqi exploded his hair all at once, and his face flushed: "Who misses her! Don't talk nonsense."
Bei Yao: "Oh... oh."
"I just asked, nothing else, I'm leaving."
His chubby body ran so fast, Bei Yao was curious for the first time. Chen Yingqi clearly missed Fang Minjun, but why did he say that he didn't want to.
Is it true that boys are all such duplicity
She thought of her "brother" Pei Chuan.
Bei Yao went back to the house and asked Zhao Zhilan: "Mom, will Uncle Pei visit the community this year?"
"You asked what this did, they moved there, they have to make good relations with the neighbors over there, won't they come back?"
"Our family has too many dumplings." Bei Yao's cheeks were a little red. "Mom, Pei Chuan did not move with Uncle Pei and the others. He can only celebrate the New Year alone. Take him to our house for the New Year."
Zhao Zhilan subconsciously refused: "No, what is it like. My parents are still there, there are two homes, what is it to receive ours?"
Two homes? But he obviously doesn't have a home.
Zhao Zhilan is not a sympathetic person, but she glanced at her daughter's delicate face and thought to herself, even if she was soft-hearted, she must not let Pei Chuan have any thoughts about Bei Yao.
It was fine to be a playmate when I was young, but I can't take my daughter for a lifetime.
Bei Yao was very disappointed, but after all, she was only a sophomore in high school, and the person in charge of the family was still Zhao Zhilan. Zhao Zhilan couldn't help but disagree with her.
At the end of New Year's Eve, Zhao Zhilan and Bei Licai were extremely sleepy.
The family stood up from the living room, and the Spring Festival Gala was still broadcast on TV.
Even Pei Jun has memorized the classic lines of this year's Spring Festival Gala. This year, the pace of life is slow, there are not many entertainment projects, and the Spring Festival Gala is particularly exciting.
The song is nice and can be popular for a year. The sketches are beautiful and always make people laugh.
Bei Yao picked up the dumplings that hadn't been cooked in the refrigerator and packed them in a box: "I'll go out."
Bei Licai asked casually: "What are you going to do?"
Beiyao whispered: "I'll go see Minmin and give them some dumplings." The word "conscience" suddenly popped in her mind, and her cheeks flushed for a while.
"Go, come back early for lunch."
Young people have good energy, so he and Zhao Zhilan have to make up for it. Bei Jun couldn't survive the years, he would have fallen asleep long ago.
Bei Yao opened the door and went out. The cold winter wind blew her face, with a bit of cold breath, dispelling the drowsy sleepiness.
She walked to the park that had been built and sat down. It was still under construction when she was in junior high school, so she regretted not building it earlier. Now many people have left, but the buildings are being repaired one by one.
Bei Yao called and waited for a long time, then the young boy over there sounded in a low voice: "What's the matter?"
"Pei Chuan, where is your home? I... My mother asked me to give you a New Year gift."
Pei Chuan frowned.
Aunt Zhao meant to prevent him from contacting Bei Yao? Of course he would not be as naive as Bei Yao, thinking that Aunt Zhao would let Bei Yao come over because of sympathy or gratitude.
The only possibility is that this baby sympathizes with him for coming over.
He bowed his head, holding the phone in one hand and buckling the belt button in the other.
"Thank Aunt Zhao for me, you..." Don't come.
These four words went round and round, but it was extremely difficult to say them. He gritted his teeth: "Where are you?"
"The park outside my community."
There was a long silence on the other side, and finally came the voice of a teenager.
He said: "I'll pick you up."
Even a prisoner, let him have the last supper in the new year.
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Pei Chuan did not keep the year old, he did not believe in any customs. The boy's movements were very fast, and he went out in just a few minutes.
Originally, Pei Chuan wanted to drive, but after thinking about it, in her eyes, he was very downright and pitiful.
He left the car keys at home and took a taxi to pick her up.
When he arrived, Bei Yao was sitting on the stone bench in the park and waiting for him.
Because of the cold weather during the New Year, everyone is at home. Wearing snow boots, she couldn't help but breathe in her hands.
Pei Chuan regretted the decision to let her wait for a moment.
But Bei Yao was very happy: "You came so fast, is your home very close?"
"Ok."
His home is very close to her.
On the 25th floor, a place where you can overlook the city.
Her little hands were red with cold, and she was still holding the box. Pei Chuan took it and took her to take a taxi. The New Year's car was not easy to use, and sometimes it was pure luck.
Bei Yao thought of Chen Yingqi and Chen Hu, and she wanted to laugh a little.
Beiyao was curious about what Pei Chuan thought. She stood beside him properly and said, "Pei Chuan."
He did not squint: "Yeah."
"My hands are so cold."
Pei Chuan felt helpless.
He is not afraid of the cold, and he does not wear down jackets or cotton jackets in winter. A simple black coat can handle it, and his body temperature is higher than most people. A teenager at this age is also an age that is not afraid of cold.
However, the girl is much more delicate, and the girl's physique is different from him, and she freezes after waiting in the wind for twenty minutes.
His fingers slumped to his side tightly.
Bei Yao said: "Can I keep warm in your pocket?"
He lowered his eyes suddenly, looking at her watery Myolie eyes.
Isn't it dirty
Bei Yao looked a little shy towards his dark pupils, and turned her eyes away.
Without saying a word, he suddenly opened the zipper, took off his coat, and put it on her.
He took off his jacket, and there was a thin layer of single clothes inside. It was so thin that the strong texture of a teenager could be vaguely seen. In the snowy city C, he was the coolest person who turned his head back 100%.
Bei Yao was stunned to put on his coat, okay, this time I really want to warm up my hands.
His clothes are very warm with his body temperature and smell.
Such a cold person has a very high body temperature.
Bei Yao is wearing a thick cotton coat, but his coat can still wrap her around.
Snow fell on his broad shoulders, his hands in his pockets, and he was silent again.