In the middle of the night, Gu Miao walked into the house with a heavy backpack.
There is no moon tonight, and the house is pitch-dark. After he hastily washed his clothes, he lay on the wooden bed with a throbbing pain in his empty stomach.
After a busy day, the bowl of porridge in the morning was the only thing he ate today.
As it approached midnight, Gu Miao still managed to get up and boiled a pot of hot water for herself.
There was a thick mist of water vapor floating in the kitchen. He mixed some cold water into the boiling water and took a sip. The pain in his stomach finally eased.
He took a few sips and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.
It was already twelve o'clock, and thinking that he would have to get up early for class tomorrow, he hurried back to bed.
But after a while, the strong throbbing pain in the stomach returned.
He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that he would fall asleep as soon as possible to resist the surging pain in his stomach.
With the cold wind whistling outside the window, Gu Miao thought of the warm bowl of porridge in the morning and the clear and moving eyes of the girl in her confused thoughts.
That was someone he once thought was blasphemous even thinking about it, but now they were so close.
Gu Miao knew that she must have long since forgotten herself, and the pitiful stuttering boy.
The gentleness and kindness before were just because she was a kind girl.
But she was warm and warm like the sun in winter, illuminating his cold and lonely heart.
She must not know what that means to herself.
The darkness seemed to magnify all senses, and for a moment, Gu Miao could clearly hear her heartbeat louder than one, as fierce as a monstrous wave.
School life is murky for Gu Miao.
He was like a soulless walking corpse, floating on the campus. The ridicule of his classmates and the ignorance of his teachers were like a sharp sword, piercing his dark heart with holes.
But from the moment Cheng Chu came back to his life, he began to look forward to those unavoidable times in the past.
He longed to sit behind the girl, and when he looked up in class, he could see her back, and his breath was filled with the faint fragrance of her body.
That night, Gu Miao had a good dream.
Before six o'clock on Monday morning, Gu Miao woke up.
After getting up and taking a shower, the sky outside was still gray.
He sat at the desk and turned on the lamp.
A warm yellow light illuminates the dark, cramped room.
Gu Miao opened the textbook and began to read the text in a low voice.
He was reading "Xiaoyaoyou" in the Chinese textbook. Although he deliberately slowed down his speech, it was still intermittent.
"There is a fish in the north, Beiming, its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is."
The boy's voice was low, like a silky and melodious cello.
The clock in the bedroom ticked, accompanied by his intermittent reading.
Twenty minutes had passed by the time Gu Miao stumbled and stumbled through this short-length ancient text.
He looked up at the clock, his eyebrows drooping in anticipation.
It took so long.
He recorded the time in a small notebook, packed his schoolbag, and was ready to go to class.
This was the first day Gu Miao practiced speaking.
He had never expected anything from this before.
Deep down in his heart, he always seemed to escape, thinking that as long as he didn't speak, others would lose the ability to laugh at him.
But since seeing the girl in the hospital yesterday, Gu Miao's dead heart seemed to have fallen into a seed, and he gradually had a thought—
He wanted to speak fluently, or perhaps more accurately, he wanted to speak to the girl fluently.
Gu Miao knew that the girl had long forgotten him.
So does it mean that she has forgotten that she is a stammer
He fantasized that the next time they spoke, even if he couldn't speak to her fluently, he wouldn't be as miserable as he was a year ago.
The early morning wind was cold, like a mist of water sprayed all over the sky, and brushed against Gu Miao's face without any force.
But his heart was burning like a fire, and he fantasized over and over again in his mind that he was talking and laughing with the girl.
Just like a dream.