The Healing Sunshine

Chapter 7

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Two years later, Ji Yi and Nuannuan were admitted to the attached high school at the same time.

She was assigned to the only science experimental class, and Nuannuan's parents also used some relationships to make them classmates again. Zhao Xiaoying's mother searched for a lot of relationships but failed to succeed. In the end, she went to find Nuannuan's mother and paid another 40,000 yuan before she was able to enroll.

Forty thousand yuan is only a normal class.

This year, university fees have been completely unified, and there will no longer be free universities.

The four-year university tuition fee does not cost so much, and the 40,000 yuan is only the sponsorship fee of the attached high school. Zhao Xiaoying began to like to listen to classes more and more, but became more and more incomprehensible. The attached middle school was under great pressure, and she lost a lot of weight after only half a semester.

Ji Yi never knew how to describe this feeling.

When I was very young, there were few vegetables in Beijing in winter, and every family ate Chinese cabbage and tomatoes that were pickled in summer. There is no computer, no mobile phone, no famous car, there are dragonflies and geckos, and there are children who gather to play with fire, roast potatoes, roast sweet potatoes, or even set fire. Children who grew up in the era of poverty will always miss those lives...

At that time, most people were happy.

Even if you have troubles, not all of them are born out of money.

After Ji Yi was in high school, he chose to live on campus.

Later, in winter, she regretted it a little. The morning jogs arranged by the school are just the "welfare" for these students who live on campus, and the day-students and Zhao Xiaoying will be lucky and don't have to suffer this torture.

On this day, she got up late again, and when she ran out with Yin Qingqing who was sleeping on her upper bunk, she had been thrown out by the morning running troops for a long time.

"Ji Yi, what are you doing?" Yin Qingqing opened the zipper of the down jacket with her hand, sticking out her tongue with heat.

Standing by the moat, Ji Yi held on to the wall of bricks and cement, and whispered, "I want to run over the ice."

"Isn't the ice solid..." Yin Qingqing was frightened and leaned on the low fence, looking at the river.

Several old men are wearing roller skates and walking on them.

It seems to be quite safe

She continued to run, and walked across the glacier, decisively choosing the latter. Yin Qingqing is a good boy. Despite all kinds of envy, she still shouted: "Be careful, I'm waiting for you at the place where the chapter is knocking." Then she ran away.

There are no steps here, just a big slope. Summer is full of green grass, and winter is full of withered grass.

Ji Yi jumped to and fro, avoiding the dirty snow and broken ice, and ran to the river, stretched out his foot to step on the ice surface, and ran over after he was determined to be safe. The skating uncles behind him Seeing her, she kept saying that the girl runs slowly. She turned her head and made a grimace, not forgetting to remind the old man who almost slipped: "Master, you are also careful."

She climbed to the other side and hid behind the pine tree, preparing to run over with the classmates, and then followed to the end of the team pretending to be panting. I was planning to be happy, suddenly felt that someone had patted my shoulder, and immediately wilted: "Mr. Zhao... I was wrong..."

Looking back, pretending to be repentant.

Confession... but froze on his face.

"Sixi," the man in front of him called her name, "I'm Ji Chengyang."

"Well... I know... Little... Ji Chengyang." She whispered his name.

He is the same as then, and not the same.

When I looked at him when I was a child, I saw the very superficial qualities of his skin color and double eyelids. And now... I saw him again, only to notice his calm gaze and calmness.

"How come over on the ice?"

"I don't want to run in the morning," Ji Yi was a little embarrassed, "so came over from the ice."

He just wanted to ask again.

Ji Yi hissed suddenly, pulled his sleeves and pulled him to him, and then the cat waist hid in the barrier formed by him and the pine trees. She quietly propped up Ji Chengyang's arm, and saw from the gap that the motivated young squad leader Xu Qing, leading the first echelon of the class, had already ran over.

Ji Chengyang looked back.

Ji Yi immediately begged for mercy with pity.

He had to put on another posture of leaning against the tree to smoke, fetched a cigarette very skillfully, lit it, and took a sip. Such a familiar taste... I don't know why, Ji Yi always feels that the faint aroma on his body is mixed with the smell of smoke, which no one can replicate. She took a breath, as if returning to the summer vacation when she graduated from elementary school.

"Alright." His voice was like deep pool water, cold, indifferent and alienated.

Unfortunately, it didn't work for her.

She exhaled and stood up straight: "When did you... come back?"

Ji Chengyang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why don't you call me Uncle Ji?"

"I've grown up," her eyes floated and floated, and she continued to observe the distance, "and... you are not that old."

Obviously, he should be called brother.

He smiled but didn't say anything, and squeezed out the smoke on the pine trunk and threw it to the ground.

Throw it away after only two mouthfuls? It's not like him.

The two people said a few words, and Ji Yi repeated the old tricks to hold him in front of him. But the classmates who ran over this time, her, and Ji Chengyang all discovered an amazing thing, that is, the dead grass at their feet was burning. Ji Yi screamed, exposing his hiding place, watching the burning grass in the morning breeze, not knowing what to do...

Ji Chengyang quickly took off the short black down jacket and threw it to Ji Yi. Then, at a very fast speed, he tore off the connected withered grass, and kicked some soil to separate the fire and the withered grass.

The fire went from flourishing to extinction, and gradually there was only the sound of babble, and ashes a few meters in length.

He stood there, rolled up his sleeves, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The girls in the same class who had already run over, as well as those from other classes, stopped watching. They didn't even know the origin of the fire. They only saw a young man wearing a thin shirt to put out the fire in the winter. Especially this man was born too handsome, it was completely different from the uncle who hurriedly walked by on the street to go to work, as well as the boys who were either stupid or passionate in school. In short, he was almost the same as the man who came out of the idol drama!

Huh

Isn’t the girl he turned to talk to Ji Yi from the experimental class

The girls' eyes were burning.

She was stared at and uncomfortable in an instant, handed her clothes to Ji Chengyang, bowed her head and said, "I'm leaving, and if I don't leave again, the physical education teacher must give me a missed run." So she was in front of all the other girls in the same class. Ran away.

When the physical education teacher knocked on the chapter, he was still suspicious. Why did Ji Yi, who had been walking back, suddenly speed up? Fortunately, the squad leader and the sisters in need of the upper bunk took care of all kinds of shortcomings, and she only took the morning running badge that morning.

Ji Yi wanted to ask Nuan Nuan when her uncle would be back, but he didn't expect Nuan Nuan to be sick today.

When she was eating in the classroom at noon, Xu Qing, the monitor of the class, unexpectedly cooked for her, and it was a small window meal that can only be enjoyed by the Muslims, and came to her specially.

"I can't eat so much." Ji Yi was a little surprised.

"That..." A serious squad leader unexpectedly squatted his words, "By the way, I am a Muslim anyway. Don't you and Nuan Nuan usually say that the dishes at the Muslim window are delicious?"

By the way

Ji Yi took a bite of his meal and looked at the monitor.

"Why didn't Nuan Nuan come today?" the monitor finally asked "casually" again.

"Nuannuan?" Ji Yi ate slowly, until she swallowed it completely, "I don't know. I live on campus and she goes to school. She doesn't spend time together except on weekends."

The monitor is gone.

She probably felt a little bit that this poor family, but very motivated squad leader, had a little thought about Nuan Nuan. Ji Yi continued to read "Unbelievable Game" and continued to eat. These were lent to her by people in the same dormitory. It seems that her childhood was a little more monotonous than others. For example, she read Japanese manga with little love and blood in junior high school, and she didn't really see it until her first year in high school.

But somehow, the comics that I usually watch very fascinatingly, today are always distracted.

When class was about to begin, she put the bookmark in and walked out of the teaching building with the lunch box.

At this time, the pool in the teaching building was full, but she knew a good place. There were very few people in the school's art center at noon. People from various folk orchestras, symphony orchestras and dance troupes came to train after school in the afternoon.

Who would have thought that as soon as she turned on the tap, she was caught by the orchestra teacher: "Ji Yi, have you been training for a few days?"

"... Teacher Lu, I will have my final exam soon."

When it was over, she could only turn off the faucet temporarily.

This is the teacher of the symphony orchestra, why do you care about her, a folk orchestra...

Teacher Lu shook her head and beckoned her to come over. She walked over and was caught by Teacher Lu's shoulders: "Excuse me? I heard that you have forgotten sleep and food while reading comics recently?"

"No," Ji Yi shook his head and whispered softly, "It's not Teacher Lu, I was wronged. Our history teacher asked me to make a list of chronological events, and then copy it to the class for review..."

The teacher laughed.

They were standing at the entrance of the training hall, and they heard the sound of a piano without saying a few words. Ji Yi is curious, who will come to the training hall to train at this time? Everyone is in the classroom at this time, right? She probed and found that the person sitting in front of the piano on the east side of the training hall turned out to be Ji Chengyang.

She was a little confused.

I heard Teacher Lu saying: "I have brought the best student before."

"He... used to be in the school orchestra? Isn't the school symphony orchestra without a piano?"

So few people play that piano, only occasionally in the orchestra who has this hobby.

"It used to be, but now it's gone."

Far away, the teacher seemed to want to continue listening, so he didn't call him right away.

So Ji Yi stood beside the teacher, looking at him, listening to him play. After a rush in the morning, the traces of anxiety and restlessness in my heart slowly disappeared... Perhaps the reason why the man playing the piano is attractive is because of the sitting posture and the feeling of his fingers on the black and white keys. It is completely different. In other ways of playing.

It would be great if I didn't give up playing the piano when I was young. Perhaps, I could sit here just like him, playing a piece of tune so perfectly under the pale winter light.

Introverted, joy and anger are invisible.

There is also a feeling of rejection from thousands of miles away.

No matter how he plays, there is still him.

At the end of the song, he seemed to touch the piano with nostalgia, got up and turned his head, saw the teacher and Ji Yi, was slightly startled, and then suddenly remembered that Ji Yi read his alma mater. He came over, and just about to speak, the preparation bell rang, Ji Yi opened his eyes wide: "I'm going to class—" She turned around and ran to the teaching building, and the class bell was on in one minute.

She climbed up to the fourth floor at the speed of a 100-meter race.

On the podium, the English teacher has already started copying the blackboard.

So she took the unwashed lunch box, in front of the top students in the experimental class, bowed her head, the cat's waist slipped in from the podium and sat down. Yin Qingqing sent a small note behind her: Where did she go

She quickly wrote: I went to wash the lunch box.

Throw the note back.

She couldn't help but look through the window to see the art center on the east side of the teaching building.

Finally feel that everything is real.

When you come back, will you still... leave