When the umbrella brim was lifted, revealing that face.
"If you ask which Shaozi rice noodles restaurant in Shanhai is the best... it should be Wo Ya Wa!" Luo Wei, who was still showing off his knowledge to others, suddenly widened his eyes, his mind went blank, and his voice suddenly changed.
Shu Jiexi's pupils turned into a circle. Su Hongdou and Marco looked at the man holding an umbrella coming towards them in astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost.
The seven or eight people around who had been listening to them attentively, all looked in the direction they were looking in surprise. It was obvious that Qiao Mai, who was the first to bear the brunt of this gaze, was a little at a loss, not knowing what to do. Then he turned his head to look at Cheng Ran, wondering if it was because of this transfer student
But how did these people know that he transferred here
Just when a group of people wanted to ask, "Who is this? Which one is it?"
Ma Ke yelled, "Cheng Ran!!..."
“… Why are you here!?”
"Ah..." Cheng Ran had already seen them and waved at them, "I'm just passing by."
At this moment, only one thought flashed through the minds of the four people at the same time, "Who are you kidding?"
…
There were a lot of things to do on the first day of registration. When paying the fees, the head teacher Sun Hui said directly to Jiang Hongshao, "Hongshao, let's continue the tradition of the old class and you will be the class monitor. No matter what elections other classes hold, the results will be almost the same no matter how we hold them." At this time, the class did not emphasize democracy and most of the time the head teacher directly designated them. However, what Sun Hui said was true. As a head teacher with a long teaching career, he had accumulated a lot of experience. In a place like No. 10 Middle School, it is not easy to be a male class monitor. If you don't have a lot of prestige, no one will give you money. Girls, especially pretty girls with good grades, have a lot of prestige and everyone generally gives you face.
Jiang Hongshao has been using this monitor for a year. According to Jiang Hongshao's preferences, Sun Hui also called her into his science class. He plans to continue using this monitor who can help him a lot.
As a result, Sun Hui noticed that Jiang Hongshao seemed absent-minded. After a while, Vice Principal Zhang Ting came in to find her and gave her a certificate for her social practice during the holiday. Jiang Hongshao went out for a while. Sun Hui looked at her back. At this time, he turned his head and found that many students in the class who had registered were waiting for the books to be distributed in their seats. His eyes were staring straight out the door...
Sun Hui couldn't help but laugh again, thinking that these bastards were so excited to see the girls, it seems that they didn't do enough questions...
"Director Zhao, who is in charge of the explanation, said that your explanation was excellent, especially the introduction to the foreign guests that day, which was almost at the level of a professional... Here is the certificate of honor. When the time comes, you will also have to write a personal report and hand it in to me..."
"Okay." Jiang Hongshao paused for a moment while holding the certificate, and then said, "Thank you for the commission during the holiday."
When she was a volunteer at the Zhang Daqian Museum, Jiang Hongshao asked Zhang Ting to arrange for Cheng Ran to change shifts... Actually, when she thought about it later, Jiang Hongshao wondered what she was thinking that day. It was a bit reckless. But it was Cheng Ran's fault. If he hadn't been so determined to give her a "surprise", she wouldn't have given him a "shock" in return.
The vice-president actually arranged this matter, so I should thank him at this time.
Zhang Ting smiled nonchalantly, "It's a good thing to help classmates... This student named Cheng Ran is a transfer student, right? He has very good grades. Is he here?"
"Maybe it will come later."
Zhang Ting nodded in approval, "Hongshao, if you have any problems in school in the future, just tell me. Also, I've told you so many times, you call me Teacher Zhang in front of outsiders, but in private, you call me Miss Chen. She and I have a good relationship, so just call me Miss Zhang!"
After the smiling Vice Principal Zhang Ting left, Jiang Hongshao felt... quite helpless.
At this time, she was in the corridor outside the classroom, which was the inner area of the tic-tac-toe teaching building. Outside the red pillars was the balcony, and below was the Central Ginkgo Garden and the corridor on the ground floor. As long as she looked down from the balcony, she could have a panoramic view.
From the moment she entered the school to the moment she entered the classroom today, she didn't even look back.
Just yesterday, she looked normal.
When she got up and changed her clothes this morning, she told herself that it was just a meeting with old friends.
Moreover, this old friend was so self-righteous that he wanted to play a prank or give her some surprise, so she wanted to "scare" him.
So with this mentality, Jiang Hongshao entered the school with confidence.
If he accidentally encountered it during the school registration process, then he would be out of luck. Seeing that he was not shocked, he would probably droop like an eggplant hit by frost.
Or just wait in the classroom for him to enter, then give him a nonchalant ambush with an "I knew I'd been waiting for this long" look on his face, and his attacking cavalry front would completely collapse.
As a result, Zhang Ting called her out of the door at this time... and stood in the corridor.
She has never looked back since entering the school.
But at this time, I walked back to the corridor... Why would there be such an arrangement
She immediately took two steps to the edge of the corridor, put her hands on the concrete railing, and then quickly looked outside.
My heart rate suddenly increased like a thief.
Then there is a great sense of relaxation and emptiness.
Nothing was found.
Nothing...
What am I doing...
Jiang Hongshao turned around. It was raining outside at this time. Ginkgo leaves fell all over the ground. The first time I felt the distance of time and space deeply was when I went to visit my aunt in America on the other side of the Pacific Ocean when I was in elementary school. Although my aunt lived in Los Angeles, she prioritized education over tourism. She took her to visit various art galleries and universities. When she was at the University of California, Berkeley, because the school had no fence, her careless aunt stopped in front of the teaching building to take her to see it. She was persuaded by a kind Chinese policeman to leave, otherwise she would be fined for parking in the school.
Later, her aunt took her to the Golden Gate Bridge to calm her nerves. They ate giant crabs at Pier 39 and went to the Golden Gate Bridge viewing point at night to see the lights of sailboats dotted across the Golden Gate Bay under the stars. At that time, her aunt said that across this ocean, 11,000 kilometers away, was the city of Chengdu in southwest China. In the past, when steamships were invented to allow people to travel across the ocean, it took three months to get from there to here.
Later, as I traveled to more places and saw more things, I found it difficult to keep up with my peers. It was like when many people were still talking about something based on word of mouth, she knew that it was biased after experiencing it herself. Therefore, sometimes in order to adapt to the surroundings, I could only deliberately make myself a little more ordinary. But even so, with the changes in family circumstances, whether in Shanhai, Chengdu, or Beijing, the environment around me began to increase with many people who were insincere or whose thoughts were hard to guess.
Therefore, she understood at that time that the farthest distance between people is actually in the heart.
Later, I met that boy on the eve of my junior high school graduation. He was very special. Later, I unexpectedly solved a kidnapping case with him by accident. Looking back, I still feel scared, but I was very calm at the time. However, the consequences were very bad.
The pressure from the family intervened, and she had to leave. That was a real separation. When all this really happened, in fact, those bold words between young people were just a temporary vent to comfort themselves at the time. What they really had to face was the separation of different lives.
The connection between people will become more and more distant with the passage of time, distance and their respective circumstances, until they can no longer compare with each other.
She was at Chengdu No. 10 Middle School and once thought about the moment when Cheng Ran walked in.
I thought about it when there was a magnificent sunset, when it was pouring rain, when the incandescent lights were beeping in the classroom in the early morning, when I stopped under the big-leaf banyan tree outside the school, and when I was standing on my balcony looking at Bailuzhoutou at night.
But those were just thoughts.
In the end, what you often see is just the endless sunset glow, the gloomy rain lines, the faces of people coming and going but still difficult to recognize, or the sky covered with dark clouds.
The person that can be reached through phone calls and letters seems to be the one that will never come.
It's like guarding an isolated city by yourself.
…
But now that he was coming, it still felt unreal for a moment. It was like a dream, terribly real, but the contrast after waking up was even more depressing.
Even at this time, Jiang Hongshao had a feeling...
So... it can't be true
Jiang Hongshao stuck her head out again and looked down the corridor. With just a glance, she saw the man walking into the corridor of the patio and closing his umbrella.
Cheng Ran folded his umbrella, but the ribs suddenly bounced back and splashed water on his face and clothes. He reached out to wipe it off and smiled helplessly.
That moment.
It seemed as if countless images were pouring out.
On the ring road around the lake in Shanhai, I sat on the back of his bicycle, holding onto his white shirt and riding downhill against the wind. In the forests of the mountains, he asked me to "take off my clothes!" When he faced the gangsters in Heilongtan, he rushed down and shouted "Da Zhuang sells sweet potatoes!"
Scene after scene.
Behind the wall, she and I painted the cultural wall. On the eve of graduation, the scent of tea in the courtyard of Shanhai City Hall. Walking on the road at graduation, she joked to me that she would come to No. 10 Middle School to find her. The mess of singing downstairs when I went downstairs and then running away.
They talked on the phone about the interesting things that happened to each other at night, the hiking trails they took holding hands on Mount Li during the holidays, and the time she sat next to his desk on her way back to Shanhai No. 1 Middle School.
Scene after scene.
Like a flood that broke through a dam.
Cheng Ran didn't say anything, but Jiang Hongshao also knew Cheng Ran's personal and family situation, so when Cheng Ran said that he would come to Rongcheng No. 10 Middle School that night, she actually thought that was his most immature moment. It was like a bold statement that he didn't want to be separated.
It's exciting, but it doesn't help and it just seems stupid.
Then, the stories about the adults she knew, which her family members had told her intentionally or unintentionally, those instances where she could be summed up as "fate's tricks on people", were all obstacles more distant than the mountains and the darkness of night.
So when this man appeared in this world of rain, his action of closing his umbrella looked a little ugly and awkward.
But in Jiang Hongshao's eyes at this moment, there was a moment of dizziness and confusion.
The distant mountains and seas, and the words that the young man said back then: "You go to Chengdu No. 10 Middle School first, and I will follow you."
And now, with this promise, he set foot here, like a ray of light that dispelled the silent nights and eternal loneliness.
The dust is gone and the light shines.
Shining through thousands of mountains and rivers.
It's about details, and it's slow to write. This chapter is late.
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