Sang Wuyan walked to the side, raised the umbrella, and gave him half of the space.
He noticed and turned around.
"It's me," she said.
"It's okay, the rain isn't heavy." He declined gently.
"I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway." Sang Wuyan continued to be shameless.
So the two of them stood under the privet tree, holding an umbrella. He didn't like to talk much, and she couldn't chat alone, so she simply kept silent to avoid being annoying.
Sang Wuyan also learned to close her eyes. Then, she heard the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella, and occasionally the sound of cars speeding past on the driveway.
Is this how he experiences life
And... She suddenly smelled the fragrance of flowers. She opened her eyes and looked up, and found that under the cover of the green leaves of the privet tree, some small flowers had already bloomed.
There are always many privet trees planted on the sidewalks of the roads in City A. Probably due to the climate, the privet trees here bloom earlier than in other places and have a longer flowering period.
Tiny white flowers will bloom all over the street, and when it rains, the fragrance mixed in the moist air seems particularly fresh.
It turns out that spring has come without us noticing.
"Oh, the privets are in bloom." Sang Wuyan exclaimed.
"Privet?" Su Nianqin asked.
"Um."
"Someone once told me that this tree was holly," he murmured.
"Privet is not the same as holly."
To prove what she said, she handed the umbrella to Su Nianqin, looked up and walked around the tree, finally found the shortest branch, then jumped up and picked a leaf.
Because of the vibration, the rain water accumulated on the leaves of the privet tree suddenly fell down like a bead curtain without a string, hitting Su Nianqin's umbrella with a crackling sound, and naturally soaking Sang Wuyan's body as well.
Sang Wuyan wiped the rain from her forehead and walked back under the umbrella. She took Su Nianqin's right hand and said, "The simplest thing is that the leaves are different. Feel them."
She guided his index finger to the edge of the leaf. "This one is smooth. Holly leaves have jagged edges."
"The aloe vera that day was also zigzag-shaped," he said.
"Yes." Sang Wuyan nodded and smiled at the studious child in front of him.
After a while, the car that came to pick up Su Nianqin had stopped by the roadside.
On the way back, Yu Xiaolu glanced at Su Nianqin two or three times in a row, and finally couldn't help asking: "Why are you pinching a leaf all the time?"
"Nothing." Su Nianqin replied indifferently, then opened the car window and let go of his hand.
The leaves of the privet tree flew away with the wind.
Psychology seems to be a hot field, but it's hard to find a job.
Knowing that Sang Wuyan had no hope of getting a job, her family asked her to go home without looking for a job and to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination for half a year.
Mother Sang said, "Four years ago, I asked you to go to such a faraway place to study. Now that you have graduated, you have to come back no matter what. At worst, you can take the entrance exam to your father's school and then ask someone to review for you when you come back."
For this reason, Li Lulu often ridiculed her, saying, "It's different because your dad is a professor, and he can keep all the wealth within his family."
Li Lulu is also preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and the school she applied for is the M Normal University in B City where Sang's father teaches. The psychology there is well-known throughout the country.
However, if she wanted to go back to City B, she should have taken the postgraduate entrance examination seriously last time. Why would she go through so much trouble
"I want to stay here. The work at the radio station is not bad. I..." Sang Wuyan explained on the phone.
"No!" Before she could finish her sentence, Mother Sang rejected it immediately.
That afternoon, Sang Wuyan finished her class and came out of the classroom pulling a rattan chair. Xiaowei suddenly called her bravely, "Teacher Sang."
"What's the matter?" Sang Wuyan bent down and looked at her.
"Tomorrow, Saturday, we have an event in our welfare home with many performances, and I will also be on stage. The director said that we can invite our teachers to participate. I would like to ask if you are free?" She spoke fluently, which was not very similar to her usual shy image. It was obvious that she must have thought about it for a long time before she said it.
Sang Wuyan thought that it was okay for him anyway, so he agreed with a smile.
"Ten o'clock in the morning."
"completely fine."
Xiao Wei nodded contentedly, and added: "I'll wait for you at the door."
"It's just me? Where's Teacher Li?"
"Teacher Li's child is sick and can't come."
"Where's Teacher Su?"
"I didn't invite Teacher Su because I was afraid that she would be busy. Besides, the dean said to invite the class teacher. Teacher Li is the class teacher, and you are the deputy class teacher, but Teacher Su is not."
"Actually," Sang Wuyan thought, "Teacher Su is a teacher, and he is not busy at all. If you invite him, he will definitely be happy to do so."
At this time, a group of boys rushed out of the classroom, bringing with them a gust of wind and noise.
"These boys are so annoying." Xiao Wei muttered. At her age, she hates the opposite sex.
"But Xiaowei really likes Teacher Su."
"Of course, Teacher Su is different from them."
Sang Wuyan thought, yes, even a ten-year-old girl knows the difference between men and boys.
"Xiao Wei doesn't want Teacher Su to go?"
"I want to!" Xiao Wei nodded, "But Teacher Su is not coming to school today."
"That's easy, I'll make the call for you." Sang Wuyan touched his cell phone.
"But... I don't know how to say it."
"What you just said to me is very good. Just say it again to Teacher Su."
As soon as the call was connected, Xiaowei repeated the words she had memorized by heart.
"Okay, I'll go." Su Nianqin said.
Sang Wuyan secretly hung up the phone and laughed, she was indeed a black-hearted queen, very evil.
Saturday? Not tomorrow.
Saturday, March 5th.
The weather forecast says: cloudy with light rain.
Printed on the calendar are: China Youth Volunteer Service Day, Lei Feng Memorial Day.
However, the imperial calendar says: Everything is not going well.
At 9:50, when Sang Wuyan arrived at the entrance of the welfare home ahead of time, he saw Su Nianqin was already there. Today, Xiaowei was dressed very beautifully, with a red mole on her forehead.
Su Nianqin squatted on the ground and talked to her, as if he was listening to Xiaowei singing. He nodded slightly and focused. When he heard something wrong, he opened his mouth to correct her.
I didn't expect him to be so gentle with children.
Sang Wuyan looked up and saw the slogan hanging at the gate: Warmly welcome the Youth League Municipal Committee to organize young volunteers to come to our hospital for a performance. She couldn't help but feel dizzy when she saw this. So there was such a thing, no wonder they wanted to find someone to show their support.
They all became extras.
The welfare home has two buildings, one is used for office activities, and the other is a dormitory and canteen, with a large open space in the middle.
A stage has been set up in the open space, and several rows of plastic stools have been placed below as audience seats. The first row is the VIP seats, with tablecloths spread on the tables, teacups placed on them, and the names and positions of the guests present.
Sitting in the back were the children, teachers and "guests from all walks of life who care about and support the welfare cause". Regardless of whether it is true or not, this is what the director said.
She sat with Su Nianqin.
"What a coincidence." Sang Wuyan said.
"Really?" Su Nianqin was silent for a moment and asked back.
Sang Wuyan suddenly felt as if he had seen through her, so she blushed and lowered her head. She thought again, he couldn't see her expression, so why should he avoid her
It was already less than ten o'clock and the audience and actors were ready.
But it was not until half past ten that the leaders arrived, like stars surrounding the moon, followed by a group of reporters from newspapers and television stations.
Then a secretary of the Municipal Youth League Committee came to the stage to speak.
"Comrades, young friends, children, on this day in 1963, Chairman Mao wrote: Learn from Comrade Lei Feng..."
The reporters in the audience kept taking pictures, and the camera also squatted in front of the leader to take close-ups.
Then, the leaders kindly distributed the stationery, sports equipment and other gifts they brought to the child representatives of the welfare home one by one.
Facing the camera and reporters, the leaders pinched the child's face, then picked him up and took a group photo.
In this happy and peaceful atmosphere, some reporters took their children to interview them.
Xiao Wei had just gotten rid of the reporters. She was holding a box of colored pencils in her hand and was led to the back by a classmate, shouting, "Teacher Sang! Teacher Su!"
"We are here." Sang Wuyan waved.
The companions brought Xiao Wei to them.
"Wow, what a beautiful pen." Sang Wuyan teased her.
“They said I could use it to paint colorful pictures.”
Su Nianqin touched her head.
"Don't leave, I have a show to perform. I've been practicing for a month, you have to stay and watch."
Before the three of them could say a few words, Xiaowei was called away by the dean.
"This is Su Xiaowei," the director told the media reporters. "She was six years old when she came to us. Her biological parents took her to the city hospital to treat pneumonia. Later, because of her serious condition, she was transferred to hospital for treatment. After the second day, her parents never showed up again. She was sent to us later and was definitely abandoned."
The dean spoke earnestly, and the reporters shook their heads and sighed.