Today is the last day of the semester. Haishi No. 1 Middle School has always been generous with holidays. Xu Shi felt that the students were eager to have a holiday.
The grades have not been corrected yet. According to the teacher, they will be sent to parents' mobile phones in the form of text messages during the holiday.
The classmates complained one by one, calling out that it would be better to die sooner rather than later.
But all in all, the Spring Festival is coming.
The closing ceremony was held in the small auditorium. After the end, everyone returned to the class. The teacher handed out the winter vacation homework and said a few symbolic words to announce the end of the semester.
The classroom exploded like a pot, and the noise was endless.
Cheng Chu slowly packed the things in the locker, because the classroom was going to be renovated during the holidays, and everything had to be cleaned up.
She likes to stuff things into the cabinet on weekdays, so she wastes a lot of time tidying up.
More than half of the people in the class gradually left. The cold winter wind blew into the empty classroom. Cheng Chu squatted on the ground, shivering with cold.
Suddenly, Gu Miao walked to her side.
He pursed his lips slightly, squatted down, and silently helped her sort out the useless test papers.
The winter uniforms of No. 1 Middle School are actually not warm. In the cold winter like Haishi, it is as thin as paper. Many people will wear a down jacket on the school uniform jacket, or wear a thick sweater under the school uniform.
But Gu Miao didn't. The wide and thin winter school uniform was put on him like this. He was tall and long, but now he looked a little thinner.
He squatted on Cheng Chu's left side, facing the air vent of the corridor, blocking most of the cold wind for her.
"I'll do it myself." Cheng Chu looked at his pale lips and reached out to grab the paper in his hand.
But Gu Miao was agile and quickly avoided it.
He lowered his eyes, looked at her somewhat messy locker, and said, "It's alright, let's organize together, hurry up."
Cheng Chu knew that pushing and refusing was just a waste of time. He was always stubborn, and unless he gave up on his own initiative, no one could do anything to him.
She pursed her lips and lowered her head silently to speed up the movements in her hands.
The speed of sorting out the two together was indeed much faster. After a while, the stacked waste papers were sorted out.
"I'll take it, you can go back." Gu Miao said.
This is probably the last time I will send her. When she returns to the key class next semester, she will have no chance.
It rarely snows in the sea market, and the January wind is dank and cold, and the cold seems to seep into one's bones.
The two walked side by side.
The holly trees beside the trail were still lush and lush. Gu Miao didn't ride a bike today, so he thought that he might be able to walk with her for a longer time.
The winter sun shone through the gaps in the holly trees, and it was reflected around the two of them.
Cheng Chu felt his body warmer.
She raised her head and said to Gu Miao, "Did you work in the milk tea shop yesterday?"
A few rays of sunlight appeared on the face of the young Qingjun, he lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.
Because it is located next to the school, the fan shop is usually not open during the winter and summer vacations, so he can only find a new job.
Cheng Chu smiled: "Yesterday's bread was delicious, thank you."
When she got home yesterday, she found that the bag containing the records was stuffed with several pieces of bread.
"Did you do it?" she asked curiously.
Gu Miao shook his head. He was just admitted to the milk tea shop yesterday, but he can cook, make flour, and make bread.
In the winter, his eyes were slightly turbulent, like a few breezes blowing across the calm lake.
"Wait next time, I'll bring it to you, I'll do it." He hoarsely said, with a slight look of hope in his eyes.
Will she be willing to eat it
The holly tree by the roadside dropped a few green leaves, swirled, and landed on the girl's shoulder.
A shallow smile bloomed from her bright peach eyes, "Okay, remember to bring it to me."
Gu Miao lowered her head and curled her fingers unconsciously.
School starts...
The hope in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Is there any chance to see her again after school starts
For the stolen time, he was immersed in joy, like a drug addict who was addicted to drugs. The happiness that gradually rose in his body burned his little remaining rationality.
He gradually forgot what a horrible person he was.
Like a mouse in a gutter, living humblely in the shadows, never seeing the sun for a lifetime.
The knuckles of Gu Miao's hand hanging on his side were already white, and the pain was like a rising tide, gradually rushing to the tip of his icy heart.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl.
The morning light fell through the gaps in the holly trees, and the girl was looking up at her, her peach blossom eyes shining like clear water, reflecting his appearance brightly.
Gu Miao's heart trembled.
He opened his mouth, his voice repressed and hoarse, "Well, school starts, bring it to you."
Cheng Chu's home was so close to the school that Gu Miao felt that it had only been a few seconds.
In the early morning, the community was clean and bright. The fountain at the entrance was sprinkled with clear water, and the fine mist raised in the sun formed a beautiful halo.
"I'm here." Cheng Chu said.
The boy's pale face was hidden in the shade of the tree, and after a while, he raised his eyes to look at her.
Those eyes that were like a silent night seemed to pass through the icy wind of the sea market and gently fell into her eyes.
Cheng Chu still couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes that seemed to be dripping with depression.
Is it because you can't meet each other for a winter vacation, so you're reluctant
She lowered her head slightly, took out a record from her bag, and handed it to him.
The teenager seemed a little surprised, he lowered his eyes and looked at the record in his hand, "This is?"
"For you, a New Year's gift." The smile in the girl's eyes was as bright as the rising sun in the harsh winter.
It was a very beautifully packaged record, with a few big block letters on the plastic cover—
The Complete Chopin Nocturnes.
The girl's clear voice swayed in the cold winter of the sea city, "There is the song I played for you last time. If you like it, you can listen to it when you go back."
Gu Miao's hand holding the record trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times before he said solemnly, "I, I haven't, I will prepare a New Year's gift for you."
He lowered his head as he spoke, his eyes filled with disappointment and remorse.
"The bread you gave me yesterday should be used as a New Year's gift." Cheng Chu said with a smile.
Gu Miao pursed her lips slightly, "Then, how can it be done."
Such a sloppy and worthless gift, how can you get it
"If you don't think it's enough, just bring me your own bread when school starts."
Her voice was clear and lingering, with a pleasant smile, and the cold wind around her seemed to bring warmth.
But Gu Miao's heart was filled with bitter pain.
These three words for the next semester were like a poisoned knife, piercing into Gu Miao's heart, causing him to feel the shattering pain in his breath.
Not far away, the shallow mist of the fountain seemed to ripple on his face, bringing a slight chill.
He lowered his eyes, and it seemed like a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, next semester, I'll bring it to you."
After a few days off, the results came out.
Cheng Chu actually took the second exam in the class this time, and he was fifty years old. This result was enough to enter the key class.
Fu Rong was very happy to see the results, and with a big wave of her hand, she transferred 100,000 yuan to Cheng Chu as a New Year's money plus a bonus.
After her brother Cheng Yue heard the news, he also transferred 100,000 yuan to her. In just one day, she had a lot of money in her account.
Feeling like she was flying into the sky, she forwarded the short message of the results from Fu Rong's mobile phone to her mobile phone and read it several times.
The number one in the class must be Gu Miao! She looked at the small number 2 at the back of the class ranking and thought excitedly.
After the exam, the two of them also got the answers to the English exam correctly. Not surprisingly, Gu Miao was able to take over 100 English exams this time.
So the number one must be him.
Thinking of the scene where the two of them transfer to the key class next semester, Cheng Chu rolled on the bed excitedly.
Fu Xun knocked on the door and said, "Auntie said the guests are coming and told you to go down."
There are always people who pay New Year's greetings during the Spring Festival.
The Cheng family's business is very big, and there are countless business friends who come and go. They usually choose to visit their home on the eve of the Spring Festival.
The family name here today is Dong.
When the red-faced middle-aged man saw Cheng Chu coming, he smiled kindly: "I haven't seen you for so long, Chu Chu has grown taller and lost a lot of weight."
Fu Rong, who was on the side, hurriedly connected, with a bit of smugness in her tone, "Aiya, we are so sweet, we just study too hard. Normally, we have to study in the middle of the night every day."
"Oh, I'm so envious of me. The kids in our family are really mad at me. They don't study hard. They usually know how to play games."
Fu Rong smiled so much that her face bloomed, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes opened lightly, "Your child is only in junior high school, you are not in a hurry, it is not yet determined, like our eldest, your grades in junior high school were not good, As soon as you get to high school, it's like getting enlightened, and soon you will be admitted to Haida."
Cheng Chu pouted slightly, her brother has been doing well since he was a child, hasn't he
Mrs. Dong, who was on the side, laughed when she heard the words, "I'm relieved when you say that, that bastard in our family has a smart mind, but he's just impatient, like that piano, he won't learn it for two days. , which is like Chu Chu, stick to it until now."
Fu Rong has never let go of the grinning corners of her mouth since the beginning, but now she is happier after hearing what Mrs. Dong said, and she waved to Cheng Chu, "Come here, come here Chuchu, the adults are just here, you go to Dong Uncle Dong and Auntie play a song."
Cheng Chu never thought that the stage of performing a show for parents would appear at her age.
The four pairs of eyes were so straight, staring at her with nowhere to hide.
She stiffened, sat down at the grand piano by the living room, and played the simplest piece of music.
The crystal lamp in the living room reflected a dazzling light, the music gradually subsided, and Mrs. Dong was the first to applaud.
"It's really good." She praised repeatedly, then turned her head and asked Fu Rong, "I heard that Chu Chu won a lot of awards when she was a child, how about it, are you going to take the Haiyin exam, or another music school?"
"Hey, the road of music is not easy to go. I just hope that the children are safe and sound, and it's fine to go to an ordinary university." Fu Rong said.
There was a moment of silence in the living room, Cheng Chu froze, confused by what Fu Rong said, she stood in the corner stunned, and didn't say a word for a long time.
"That's right, that's right." Mr. Dong, who was beside him, said in harmony.
After the two left, the spacious living room lost its popularity and was empty.
Cheng Chu pursed her lips and said to Fu Rong who was cleaning the tea set, "I want to test Haiyin."
Fu Rong's hands froze, her tone a little unnatural: "We'll talk about this later."
She is in her second year of high school. If she wants to take the conservatory exam, she should start preparing at this time.
Cheng Chu's stubborn temper also came up, and said coldly, "Why do you want to talk about it later?"
"Chuchu." Fu Rong put down the teacup suddenly, and the white porcelain cup made a crisp sound when tapped on the glass table, "How do you talk to mother?"
"I'm doing it for your own good, how hard it is to learn the piano, there are so many talented and hard-working people, very few who can succeed, you go to an ordinary university, and after you graduate, you enter your family's company, with your brother and your father protecting you, Wouldn't it be nice to find someone of the right family to marry again?"
"Not good." Cheng Chu shouted while holding back tears, "That's not the life I want to live."
Fu Rong has always been like this, arranging her life according to her own wishes, and she has no idea what she really wants.
It's like a long time ago, she has already been submitted to the music attached middle school.
The day when she got the news was just right and the sky was clear. She ran home full of joy, without even taking off her schoolbag, she ran into the bedroom and told Fu Rong the news.
But Fu Rong just smiled gratified and advised her to go to a better No. 1 middle school.
She was full of reluctance, but Fu Rong said that she could still play the piano when she entered in the name of a music student.
So in the end, she gave in.
But Cheng Chu didn't understand until today. From the beginning, Fu Rong didn't support her to continue playing the piano. For her, the piano was just a pastime. It was a tool for friends to enjoy and show off after dinner.
The grievance was mixed with anger, and instantly flooded into Cheng Chu's heart, with a slight warmth in her eyes. She lowered her head as if to cover up, wiped her eyes, and quickly ran back to her room, closing the door with a bang. .
The world fell silent in an instant, so silent that she seemed to hear the falling plum blossoms in the garden.
Cheng Chu lay on the bed and felt the pillow gradually become wet.
The heating was on in the room, which was a comfortable and pleasant temperature, but Cheng Chu felt chest tightness and shortness of breath for no reason.
She sat up, wiped her tears, picked up her wallet and phone from the table, and walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" Fu Rong sat gracefully on the sofa on the first floor, holding a cup of freshly brewed rose tea in her hand. The lights in the living room reflected on her well-maintained face, and she raised her eyes to look at Cheng Chu .
There was a hint of coldness in those peach blossom eyes that were exactly the same as hers.
"Go out and walk around." Cheng Chu pursed his lips, lowered his head and put on his snow boots, turned around and closed the door with a bang.
The cold air in the winter was like a knife, and instantly slashed on Cheng Chu's tender face. She only wore a thin sweater and rushed into the cold winter of the sea rashly.
The door behind him was pulled open, and Fu Xun chased out.
"Where are you going?" The boy, who was usually lazy, was anxious now.
"I'll just walk around, you can go back." Cheng Chu said.
"Aunt like you will be very worried." Fu Xun looked at the girl's usually smiling face with a cold expression, and spoke with caution, "I'll ask the driver to take you there."
He said and called the driver directly.
Cheng Chu was shivering with cold, but she was too useless to enter the door now.
Although it was noon, the weather was gloomy and gloomy today, and only the cold wind whistled past.
The driver quickly drove the car over, got out of the car diligently, and opened the door for Cheng Chu.
"Don't follow me." Cheng Chu got into the car and said coldly when he saw Fu Xun also bent down to get into the car.
"Aunt let me follow you." Fu Xun said.
The rebellion in his heart surged up in an instant, and Cheng Chu had to close the car door with a "bang", and said loudly through the gap in the window, "Don't, follow, come, me."
"Go to Changming Road." She turned her head, said slowly to the driver.
The driver's hand on the steering wheel froze. He looked sideways at the young master standing outside the car, hesitant.
Whether this is on or off.
Unexpectedly, the young master said nothing, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left.
There was a car aromatherapy in the car, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeated the air. Cheng Chu looked at the crowd passing by quickly outside the car, but his heart was depressed and irritable.
"It's here." The driver stopped the car, looked at Cheng Chu's condensed face in the rearview mirror, and said cautiously.
Cheng Chu came back to his senses, "Thank you."
She got out of the car without waiting for the driver to open the door for her.
On the cold street, pedestrians in twos and threes hurriedly walked in thick clothes.
The Chinese New Year is almost here, and the bustling sea market has lost its flashy coat, revealing its original calm beauty.
The cold wind howled, and the dead branches on the roadside trembled slightly. Cheng Chu gathered up his clothes and walked into the milk tea shop on the corner.
The store was empty, with only a few people sitting in the corner.
"Hello, what would you like to drink?" the clerk asked politely.
Through the glass window, Cheng Chu saw that the young man was bowing his head, his stern brows were slightly wrinkled, and his kneaded hands were vigorously kneading the snow-white dough.
"Taro round milk tea." Cheng Chu said with low eyes.
He's working, don't disturb him. Cheng Chu thought to himself.
In the gloomy winter day, the bright lights in the store made Cheng Chu feel strangely better.
"What time do you get off work?" She looked up at the young man working hard in the glass window, and couldn't help but ask.
The clerk was a little surprised, he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.
Under the bright light, her small white porcelain face was slightly tilted up, with a few strands of broken hair hanging on the side of her face half-covered. The best thing to look at were those peach blossom eyes, the ends of the eyes were slightly raised, with a smile that said no. out moving.
His cheeks flushed involuntarily, "About six o'clock in the evening."
"Oh." The girl nodded in disappointment: "It's so late."
"Is it all so late, including the bread maker?" The girl suddenly raised her head and asked again.
"Ah, he, in his words, he can get off work at three o'clock in the afternoon."
Cheng Chu looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was ten o'clock.
Less than two hours left.
The annoyance in her heart was instantly swept away, and a smile rippled from her eyes, "Okay, thank you."
Holding the freshly made taro ball milk tea, she walked a few steps and turned back and said, "Don't tell him."
The cashier brother looked at the girl sitting in the corner and pouted in disappointment.
Okay, it turned out to be waiting for someone else.
There was soothing light music flowing in the store, and there was a spider plant in front of where Cheng Chu was sitting. The long green leaves were hanging down, just blocking his sight.
While drinking milk tea, she looked at the kitchen through the gap in the leaves.
The light in the kitchen was bright and clean, and the boy was wearing a snow-white chef's uniform, which reflected his clean eyebrows.
In fact, he was very good-looking, with a youthful look on his face, which was very different from the silent and dignified President Gu in the future.
Cheng Chu recalled that when they first got married, the two moved into his new villa, and there was an antique grand piano in the living room, which she thought was just for decoration.
Until one day during dinner, the taciturn President Gu changed his silence. He frowned, his jaw tightened, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he pondered for a while before asking, "Why didn't you play the piano downstairs? Pass?"
Cheng Chu only looked up at him in surprise, and then said coldly, "I don't like playing the piano."
After listening to her answer, he just lowered his head and said nothing.
Only later did she find out that he had gone abroad for his own sake and had been begging an antique piano collector for a long time before he got it.
The piano he bought with all his hard work, but he has never played it once.
The milk tea in my hand has long lost its temperature, and it has a dull sweetness.
Cheng Chu's heart gradually filled with bitterness. She raised her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall, only to realize that it was ten past three.
Cheng Chu put down the milk tea and stood up anxiously.
The door beside the cashier opened with a creak, Gu Miao was carrying a paper bag in her hand, and her brows were still full of exhaustion, so she caught the girl's eyes off guard.
His hands trembled involuntarily, and the fragile paper bag trembled a few times, making a soft sound.
She was wearing a simple off-white sweater, her jet-black hair was like splashes of ink, and the bright peach blossom eyes seemed to be adorned with the bright spring light of the whole winter.
The winter in Haishi is a bit gloomy, and the window is gray.
But she stood there pretty, like the only ray of light in the dark world, rushing into his heart like this.
Gu Miao's heart trembled, and involuntarily, he blinked, as if to confirm whether everything in front of him was real.
"Gu Miao." The girl ran to him, raised her face and looked at him, "Are you off work?"
The crisp voice swayed slowly into his heart along the eardrum.
It turned out to be true.
Exhaustion seemed to touch the sun's winter ice and snow, and it melted from his eyes. The tremor in his heart hadn't stopped. He hoarsely replied, "Yeah."
"What, when did it come?"
Cheng Chu smiled, "It didn't take long, ten minutes, I didn't bother you when I saw you were working."
Gu Miao lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, "Next time, come, call me directly."
"Okay." The girl nodded solemnly, "Where are you going next? Have you eaten lunch? Why don't we go to eat together?"
He didn't know how to answer the series of questions, so he could only stare at the girl in a daze and say, "It's fine."
As long as I'm with you, anything will do.
He looked down at her, his eyes showing the tenderness that was not found in winter.
Cheng Chu's heart trembled because of the heat in his eyes.
"Let's go, let's go, did you ride your bike today?" She lowered her head in disguise and asked casually.
"Ride."
"Then I'll take the back seat of your bike."
"it is good."
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