By December, the sea market finally entered winter.
Cheng Chu found that Gu Miao had changed.
The boy's iron-like airtight heart seemed to have a small hole pierced.
He began to be willing to speak.
Although most of the time, the words spoken are still intermittent, but at least they are no longer um, oh, well, such words.
Cheng Chu knew that the boy's life was difficult, so he built a high wall in his heart, wrapped himself with indifference and sharpness, and hid the softness in his heart.
But this kind of softness, only she knows.
In the cold winter, everyone changed into winter school uniforms with fleece, and some people still wore down jackets outside.
But Gu Miao had nothing.
After class, Cheng Chu went to the canteen to buy two hot water bottles, added boiling water, and handed one of them to him.
The girl's school uniform was wrapped in a fleece jacket. Under the heavy scarf, she showed a small, pure white face and a pair of peach blossom eyes, which made her heart sway.
Gu Miao moved his fingers, feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Take it." Cheng Chu saw that his hands were a little red from the cold, and hurriedly put the hot water bottle into his hands.
The hot water bottle was covered with a light beige fleece cover, the same color as her coat.
The warmth slowly spread from the fingertips to the bottom of my heart, Gu Miao looked down at the hot water bottle with the bear pattern, her eyes were a little hot.
My uncle's family is not wealthy, and my cousin was hospitalized a few days ago, which emptied the only money he had.
When the boy was growing up, the clothes of the previous years could not be worn long ago, and his aunt and uncle would not buy him new ones.
I can only wear a thin winter coat every day, shrinking my body, and looking forward to the early passing of winter.
This is the first time that someone is willing to give him warmth.
Gu Miao held the hot water bottle tightly in both hands, and her fingers that were red from the cold were suddenly warmed, and there was a slight pain.
It was at the end of get out of class when Gu Miao raised her head slightly and looked at the girl's back.
The warm winter sun dyed her waist-length hair a warm chestnut color, and a few strands of it fell mischievously on his desk.
The classroom was very quiet, except for the occasional rustling of books.
Gu Miao stared at the hair on the desk fascinatedly, her eyes showing nostalgia.
After a long while, he stretched out his hands tremblingly and carefully touched the strands of hair that fell on the desk.
Suddenly, the girl ruffled her hair, and those strands of hair slipped away from her fingers in an instant.
Gu Miao retracted her hand in disappointment, but her fingertips were hot like fire.
He rubbed his fingertips slightly, recalling the touch of the soft strands of hair—
Warm, with spring-like warmth, just like her.
The class bell rang in the classroom, and the teacher entered the classroom.
Gu Miao returned to her senses, stood up half a beat slowly, and said with the whole class, "Hello, teacher."
As he sat down, he saw hairs in the corners of the table, slender, warm chestnut-colored by the sun.
Gu Miao stretched out her hand, quietly picked up her hair, found a piece of clean paper, and quietly wrapped it in it.
This class was a physics class, and it was about electricity, which happened to be the one that Cheng Chu was least good at.
Halfway through the class, the teacher asked everyone to divide into groups of four to discuss a circuit design problem in the book.
Cheng Chu and Luo Qianqian turned around holding the book and saw Zhou Ran who was also frowning.
"Can you?" Rosie asked him.
Zhou Ran shook his head. Luo Qianxi was a standard academic scumbag. Except for chemistry, everything else was a mess.
Cheng Chu, who is not good at electricity, also shook his head.
The three looked at each other.
There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and only their corner was silent.
Cheng Chu quietly raised his eyes and looked at Gu Miao.
The young man lowered his head and looked gloomy, as if isolating the noisy class.
Both Zhou Ran and Luo Qianxi knew that he was like this and never participated in any group discussions, so they didn't plan to ask him at all.
But Cheng Chu didn't know.
In the past few days, she found that Gu Miao was willing to talk to her a few more words, so she always talked to him.
Listening to her endless questions, the young man always lowered his eyes and his ears turned red, but he still stammered to answer her.
Cheng Chu thought that he was beginning to open his heart, at least not like before.
But she didn't know that the boy's cold and hard heart was only soft to her.
I just want to open my heart to her alone.
There was some noise in the classroom, Cheng Chu moved the chair back a little, raised his eyes slightly and looked into the dark eyes of the boy.
She asked softly, "Gu Miao, can you?"
Gu Miao glanced down and nodded.
"Then can you tell us about it? Wait, the teacher seems to be picking someone to give a lecture." Cheng Chu was a little embarrassed.
The young man lowered his head and did not speak, his dark eyes hidden under the dull frame, it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.
The air stopped for a moment.
Luo Qianxi laughed awkwardly, and said, "Forget it, it may not necessarily draw us."
"Yes, if we think about it again, maybe we will come up with it." Zhou Ran also echoed.
Both were afraid that Gu Miao's silence would embarrass the girl.
A few wisps of cold wind crept into the crack of the window, and the pages of the book floated gently.
The young man paused his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Yes."
He paused for a few seconds and continued, "Yes, I can tell you."
Luo Qianqian and Zhou Ran's eyes widened, looking at the usually silent boy who was not a living person. He was pulling out a notebook from the desk and drawing a circuit diagram on it with a pen.
The two hurriedly approached, and the four heads came together, listening intently.
The boy's voice was low and deep, with a bit of magnetism. Although it stuttered, it didn't make people feel irritable.
He spoke slowly, but in a clear manner, so everyone listened carefully.
This time, no one interrupted him.
Gu Miao put down her pen and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are amazing." Rosie looked at him admiringly.
She is a scumbag. In fact, she only understood it in the first minute. She simply gave up when she encountered such questions.
Zhou Ran, who was beside him, nodded his head as if he didn't understand, and said, "It's really amazing."
This type of question is difficult and is usually placed at the end of the test paper as the finale.
Gu Miao just pursed her lips and did not speak.
Such straightforward and enthusiastic compliments rarely appeared, he felt a little strange, and more of a sense of overwhelm.
So what did she think
After all, the desire in his heart could not be met, Gu Miao raised her eyes quietly.
Under the bright sunshine, the girl propped her head up, and her bright peach blossom eyes were filled with joy, mixed with a faint adoration.
Gu Miao's ears blushed instantly, and secret happiness floated in her heart.
For the first time, he felt that the group discussion was no longer a burden, but so lively and interesting.
The discussion in the classroom gradually faded, and the teacher patted the podium to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Does anyone take the initiative to talk about this question?" the teacher asked.
No one spoke, most of them bowed their heads and avoided eye contact with the teacher, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be the next to suffer.
"Well, if you don't want to take the initiative, I'll pick someone." He paused and said casually, "Then number three."
Cheng Chu stood up tremblingly.
Across the aisle, she heard Yu Yinzheng humming softly.
"Oh, it's a new classmate, can you do this question?" the teacher asked lovingly.
"Teacher, she will definitely, she is from the key class." Yu Yin coaxed loudly.
Seeing her hesitation, the teacher didn't intend to be embarrassed. She just raised her eyes and asked, "Yes, if not, just sit down."
He also knew that this question was a bit difficult. Most of the girls who came out of the key class lost in reason.
Cheng Chu looked down at the questions in the book, recalled Gu Miao's stumbling explanation just now, and tried his best to scrutinize his thoughts.
In fact, she can choose to say that she will not sit down, but after the number three is the number four. What if the teacher clicks directly on the student number
Speaking in front of so many people, Gu Miao must have stuttered, and without even thinking about it, he could know how Yu Yin's gang would laugh at him.
Cheng Chu hesitated in his heart, but after a while, he pursed his lips and said with difficulty, "Yes."
"Okay, then you can go to the podium and talk while drawing pictures." The teacher was delighted, looking at her expectantly and encouragingly.
Cheng Chu moved the chair, and was about to walk to the podium with the textbook, when a ball of paper was stuffed in his hand.
She quietly clutched the paper and stepped onto the podium.
There were dozens of eyes in the audience, staring straight at her, some of them malicious and some looking forward to it.
Cheng Chu slowly found a piece of chalk and looked at the paper stuffed into her palm.
The paper has been kneaded, and now it is naturally not smooth.
On the wrinkled paper, a clear and neat circuit diagram was drawn, with ideas written next to it.
The cold wind was blowing in the classroom, but Cheng Chu felt that the tattered paper in his hand seemed to be warm, and quietly calmed her uneasy heart along the cold fingertips.
She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and copied the drawing on the blackboard, and then explained the steps written on the paper.
The girl's voice is clear and clean, like the cleanest mountain spring in summer, clear and lingering, just listening to it is a kind of enjoyment.
She combined her own understanding and Gu Miao's clear points. The question that was originally difficult is now explained in a simple way.
The teacher nodded approvingly.
"Well said, come, let's give some applause."
There was a warm applause, and the eyes of the audience were full of admiration.
The winter sun was shining brightly, she stood on the high podium and saw Gu Miao in the crowd.
The teenager wore heavy black-rimmed glasses, but couldn't hide the glittering light in his eyes.
Cheng Chu's heart suddenly felt sour.
She remembered that his eyes were so bright on that goodbye night.
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