"Ruochun and Jingming" Jiu Yuexi
"Volume 1: Ruo, Chun and Jingming"
chapter 1
Du Ruo sat on a hard seat for 33 hours. When she got off the train, her feet were swollen like steamed buns soaked in water. When she walked a few steps, she felt tingling and numb.
Beijing West Railway Station is crowded with people, which is comparable to the grand occasion of driving thousands of ducks at her grandmother's house in the countryside.
She was thin and slender, like a bean sprouts that fell into the pile of ducks, and was dragged off the platform and rushed to the train station hall.
The phone in his pocket vibrated and screamed. When Du Ruo took out his mobile phone, someone beside him looked back, wondering that Nokia still exists in this era.
Du Ruo whispered, "Hello?"
"Where are you?" On the other end of the phone, the boy's voice was a little impatient.
"Get off the train."
"Ask where you are!"
She looked around for signs: "Hall. North Plaza Hall."
"The parking lot in the third north district, 0209 in district a." The other end put it down after finishing speaking, as if making this call was too much trouble for him.
Du Ruo met Jingming.
Four years ago, the Jing family went to the southwestern border to give love to poor students and took their son Jingming with them.
The fourteen-year-old boy was tall, thin, white and clean, and Du Ruo and his dark and skinny children were dumbfounded and dared not approach him.
The good-looking boy who looks like an angel only cares about playing with his ipad in the car. When his mother pulled him out of the car, his brows and eyes were raised with disgust, and he looked at the people and things around him like looking at garbage.
The original plan was to have a light meal at Du Ruo's house, but Jing Ming refused, not even touching her water glass, so the Jing family and his wife gave up and returned soon.
When Jing Ming got into the car, the reporter from the TV station gave Du Ruo a bouquet of flowers and asked her to send it over.
The boy was sitting in the car, with a warning look in his eyes, she didn't dare to go forward.
He slammed the car door shut.
Du Ruo asked all the way while dragging a huge and heavy box, and finally found the parking lot in the third north district.
There is a white car parked in Area A 0209, which looks arrogant like a tank.
Jing Ming is thin, wearing a white shirt and jeans, leaning on the hood of the car to play games. He wears sunglasses and earphones, and chews his gum once or twice with his jaw.
"Hold!"
"Fucking idiot!"
"Will you fucking know how to play!"
Du Ruo was sweating all over, clutching the trolley case with wet palms, and walked towards him.
Jing Ming shook his phone quickly with both hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone approaching. His face turned slightly, covered by his sunglasses, his eyes could not be seen clearly, and there was almost no expression on his face.
He didn't react until she came and stood in front of him. The steep brow peak on the sunglasses raised slightly.
Behind the black glasses, the teenager looked wary and glanced up and down at her.
Her hair was wet with sweat, her shirt was wrinkled, her complexion was bad, and she was in a state of embarrassment. A pair of black and white eyes stared at him, like a duckling that had wandered away and returned.
He finally remembered what he was here for. The mobile game has shown signs of decline, and he said disappointedly: "I don't play anymore, I withdraw it."
He pulled off the earphones and stuffed them in his jeans pocket: "Du Ruochun?"
Du Ruo said softly, "I changed my name."
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Duruo."
The corner of his right lip lifted up.
I thought, huh, Du Ruo
Du Ruo still like this? Dogtail grass.
He took out the car key from his pocket and pressed it, and the trunk popped open. He pointed at his chin, motioning for her to put the suitcase in.
Du Ruo didn't say a word, walked to the back of the car with his head down and picked up the suitcase, but couldn't lift it. Her brow was sweating and her face was flushed.
Jing Ming glanced at her, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed and twisted into a pimple, and the words "rejection" were written all over his body.
He finally couldn't stand it anymore, walked over, grabbed the box in her hand and wanted to throw it on the car, but he didn't expect that the box was so heavy that he almost dropped his hand and hit his foot. That would be a big joke.
Jing Ming blushed and threw the box into the trunk, and couldn't help baring his teeth and cursing: "Fuck! It's so heavy."
Du Ruo explained in a low voice: "I brought some gifts for my uncles and aunts."
Jing Ming became angry for no reason: "What gift? A stone from your hometown?"
"..."
She was silent.
He approached her, grabbed the trunk and slammed it shut, his tall figure blocked the lights in the parking lot for a moment. He smelled the train carriage on her body and wrinkled his nose again in disgust.
Du Ruo didn't realize it, and said flatteringly, "You...you're so tall."
Jing Ming secretly mocked her clumsy flattery, and said disdainfully, "Have we met?"
"I've seen it. Four years ago, my uncle and aunt took you to our house."
"I don't remember." He said, "Don't get close."
Du Ruo shut up.
The car detoured in the underground parking lot, and the alarm in the car kept beeping. Jing Ming got tired of hearing it and said, "Fasten your seat belt."
"Um?"
"Fasten your seat belt!"
She hurriedly pulled out the strap next to the seat and fastened it, and found that this man had an unusually bad temper and an extraordinary dislike for her. She was also a little at a loss. This cramped sadness and embarrassment is the same as that after being admitted to a prestigious school, reporters from TV stations and newspapers took turns going to her home to interview and bombard her, forcing her to give a speech of thanks.
Fortunately, she was very happy when she came to the capital for the first time, and she was quickly attracted by the scenery outside the window.
Summer has not yet passed, and the poplar and plane trees on both sides of the road are lush and lush. Under the blue sky, there are many high-rise buildings, overpasses shuttle, and the hot wind blows into the car windows from the reinforced concrete buildings.
The wind is also hot and dry.
After going to school to report tomorrow, I will start a new life in this modern international metropolis.
Best capital city, best university.
She was overjoyed, uncontrollably excited.
Before that, she will go to Jing's house to visit her uncle and aunt. Her father died early and her family was poor. If it wasn't for the support from the Jing family, she would have had to earn a living, drop out of school and start a small business in a village in the city.
Although in an interview last month, she repeatedly expressed her gratitude in front of the camera, which made her embarrassed. But this kindness is sincere, and she keeps it in her heart.
The two did not speak all the way.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in a residential area. Old red-walled brick and tile houses, a row of small restaurants outside the community, such as Guilin rice noodles, braised chicken and rice, Chongqing noodles and so on.
When Du Ruo got out of the car, she was lamenting in her heart that the Jing family's living conditions were ordinary but they had been supporting her all the time, Jing Ming locked the car door and walked to a building on the side of the road.
She quickly followed and reminded: "My luggage is still in the car."
Without turning his head, he took three steps at a time: "I won't take it."
Du Ruo followed Jingming upstairs, but he didn't expect it to be an Internet cafe.
Jing Ming found a computer, put on the earphones and started playing games.
He stared at the screen with bright eyes, and his slender fingers flew quickly on the keyboard, crackling the keyboard, spitting out a few dirty words from time to time.
On the screen, the little people were killing and killing, and the light waves exploded randomly.
Du Ruo couldn't understand and was not interested, so he could only sit and wait.
After one round, he won and was in a good mood. He laughed and laughed with his companion on the other side of the screen, and turned to see Du Ruo sitting beside him in a daze.
Without saying a word, he reached out and turned on her computer.
It was only then that Du Ruo noticed that there was a long pale golden dragon-shaped pattern on the sleeve of his white shirt, winding from the shoulder to the cuff.
I also saw a small square silver-gray embossed pattern on the inside of his shirt cuff, which was faint and the finishing touch. Each button is made of cypress wood, with micro-carving, and the subtleties are unique.
The fabric of the shirt is very textured, and it looks great on him. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary white shirt, but upon closer inspection, there are exquisite and rare famous products hidden everywhere.
She lowered her head and hid the thread from her shirt sleeve.
Jing Ming continued to play the game.
Du Ruo turned on the computer and had nothing to do. She was too tired from running around all day, so she yawned a few times and unconsciously fell asleep lying on the table.
Jing Ming glanced at her in the middle of playing, she fell asleep peacefully, her brows were light. The eyelashes hang like small brushes, black and long.
On the computer screen is her school's official website.
He looked back expressionlessly.
The virtual world is full of fighting, and the sky is dark, no matter how the sun outside is getting shorter.
Du Ruo had been asleep for an unknown amount of time when someone pushed her shoulder.
She woke up and opened her eyes. Jing Ming took off the earphones, and she asked, "Finished?"
He handed her a hundred dollars and said, "Go, buy a bowl of instant noodles." He put on the earphones again.
Du Ruo glanced at the computer screen, it was seven o'clock in the evening. She didn't say anything, got up with the money and went.
It was dark outside the window, and the Internet was full of young people wearing earphones, sitting in front of the computer and fighting.
There were a few girls at the front desk who were shopping, and Du Ruo was at the back of the queue. While waiting, she inadvertently glanced at the mirror beside her and was startled.
In the mirror, she has greasy and messy hair, haggard and yellow cheeks, and a thin and slender figure. She is wearing a white shirt and jeans that are too loose.
Du Ruo understood what the lingering emotion was after meeting Jingming—humbleness.
Both white shirts, both jeans, but it's not the same thing. One delicate, one ugly, are different breeds.
He was so beautiful and handsome that he was shining. And she...
She thought of his frowning again and again along the way, and she was immediately ashamed.
…
Du Ruo soaked two bowls of noodles and went home, and put ninety-five yuan on the bottom of Jingming's bowl.
Jing Ming picked up the noodles and started to eat, glanced at the money left unintentionally, and asked casually, "Two bowls of noodles only cost five yuan?"
"My own money."
Jing Ming was stunned for a moment, and half a moment later, he raised the corners of his lips, smiled strangely, and continued playing games without saying anything.
Du Ruo's face became hot instantly, and she understood what his smile meant.
Her money is not hers, it is his family's.
Jing Ming's phone keeps ringing, but he doesn't care, he just plays games.
Until he finally had enough fun, went to the front desk to pay, walked out of the Internet cafe, and went down the stairs. The phone rang again, and he picked it up impatiently: "I got it....What time is it, what time can I do if the train is late?...Okay, I'll be right back."
Looking back at Du Ruo: "When they go home and they ask, do you know how to answer?"
Du Ruo nodded again and again: "I know. My train is late."