Jiang Mingzhen did not become a parallel line that had no intersection with him as He Yu expected.
In the next week's "civilization class", Jiang Mingzhen's class was selected again, and she once again accepted the award on behalf of the class without exception.
This time He Yu didn't look at the stage again.
He stared at a touch of emerald green on the treetop, thinking about how to render the curly shape with shadows if he moved it to the drawing paper.
"He Yu."
A classmate named Fang Jianjie standing in front called him.
"When I saw that ugly girl, I remembered. You asked me where her nickname came from, so I asked my sister."
He Yu thought for a while before remembering that this happened. Although he doesn't care much now, he still remains polite and listens to Fang Jianjie.
"My sister said to call her Zhenzi because she is ugly, and her name is Jiang Xiaozhen."
It should be called Jiang Mingzhen. It's been a long time, but he won't remember her name wrong.
He Yu wondered: "Pearls?"
Fang Jianjie shook his head: "Zhenzi's Zhen."
Jiang Xiaozhen, He Yu recited it silently.
He felt that her previous name was better, the jewel in the palm of the Jiang family, the supreme treasure, which suited her very well.
What did you change your name to
Not long after, He Yu learned the reason.
Thanks to the good business of the clothing store, He Yu's family plans to buy a house of their own. Since he came to study in the city, they have been living in a rented house. Now that they have money, they plan to live more comfortably.
When he is free on weekends, He Yu goes out with his mother to look at the furniture.
Accustomed to living a poor life, Fan Xiuhui always felt uncomfortable when she went shopping in the furniture store, the prices above were too expensive.
"This kind of chair is in our country, and you can make it with leftover materials. How can you sell it for hundreds of dollars? It's a money grab."
He Yu persuaded his mother that he would make a lot of money in the future, so she should not worry about money.
Fan Xiuhui was still not happy: "I don't feel comfortable sitting on such an expensive chair every day."
Without any explanation, she pulled He Yu out of the furniture city.
Then I started running around the city for a long time, comparing prices in various furniture stores, and wandering around.
He Yu accompanied his mother patiently. He knew her well, and she would only accept it willingly after he finished visiting the places he could: a chair of a few hundred yuan is not too expensive.
It was getting late when we walked to "Rongmei Furniture". It was a store in the community. The red signboard installed on the outer wall of the residential building was exposed to the wind and sun, and the wooden characters beside the banyan and the family characters had disappeared. not see.
"This kind of decoration is not high-end, maybe there will be an affordable price."
Fan Xiuhui led He Yu in.
Rongmei furniture is not difficult to find, it is on the first floor as soon as you enter the community.
"Hello, do you want to see the furniture?" A middle-aged woman in a shirt greeted them warmly when she saw them coming in.
"Yes, you're not closed yet, are you?"
When the woman came closer, Fan Xiuhui glanced at her face, and then she couldn't move her eyes away.
"No, we're early, what type do you need..."
"Mrs. Jiang's!" Fan Xiuhui called her happily after she was sure that she was right.
The woman's expression changed instantly.
Her face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a step back.
"I'm not."
Fan Xiuhui rushed over and held her hand affectionately: "Why not? You don't recognize me. I'm Fan Xiuhui. I used to work as a nanny in your house."
The woman was held tightly by her, and her eyes swept back and forth several times on her face, and finally remembered vaguely.
"Aunt Fan?"
"Think of me." Fan Xiuhui smiled.
She calmed down, smiled at her, and looked at the young man behind her: "This is, your little boy?"
"Well, do you still remember him?" Fan Xiuhui waved and asked He Yu to come over to say hello.
He bowed slightly and said hello politely.
"Yeah," the woman smiled even bigger, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes showed deeply, "he's already this big, he's not a little boy anymore. He looks so good-looking, like a movie star."
No one doesn't like their children being praised, but Fan Xiuhui still said: "It's too exaggerated."
When children grow up, adults naturally grow old too.
Fan Xiuhui remembered that Mrs. Jiang's family was a famous beauty in the past, but the years did not favor her, allowing wrinkles to creep up on her face indiscriminately. She had lost a lot of weight, her cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, and her complexion was dark yellow. Her hair was no longer as shiny as it was when she was young, and was combed back, as dry as a broom.
What damaged her temperament the most was the salesman's shirt on her body, with a large "Rongmei Furniture" printed on her chest.
Seeing that line of words, Fan Xiuhui remembered the purpose of their trip.
"Mrs. Jiang, why don't you start a restaurant and sell furniture instead?"
She used "resale" as a euphemistic expression. According to the previous financial resources of the Jiang family, how could such a low-end furniture store match them, let alone let the hostess help with sales in this place.
"This store is not ours," Xu Meiyin twitched her lips, smiling like she was crying, "I'm here to work for someone else."
"Part-time job?" Fan Xiuhui was quite surprised.
"Well, the restaurant has already closed down."
"Where's Boss Jiang?"
"He also works part-time."
Xu Meiyin's eyes were lifeless and gray.
The atmosphere in the store fell into a strange silence, and the three of them were relatively speechless.
"No wonder, I can't contact you when I come to the city..."
Fan Xiuhui's voice became very quiet. Suddenly, she thought: "Where is Miss Zhen? I sent He Yu off to school once, and I seemed to see you at the gate of his school. Is she studying in a private high school in the city center?"
Xu Meiyin nodded: "Yes, she went to the best high school in the city."
The freezing atmosphere finally found a breakthrough for relaxation.
Fan Xiuhui breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said about this good thing: "Yes, the teaching and resources of that high school are all top-notch. I made a lot of effort to get He Yu to study in the city, just to let him go. Go to school there."
"The high school not only requires tuition fees, but also requires study." Xu Meiyin looked at He Yu: "Your grades must be good. You usually work hard, right?"
Fan Xiuhui waved her hand in denial: "Hey, he doesn't put much effort into reading, he likes to draw."
His mother was telling the truth. He Yu's brain is easy to use, he doesn't study very much, and his grades are enough to beat all the good kids who study hard. His strong point is drawing.
Speaking of painting, Xu Meiyin recalled He Yu's childhood.
"Ah, yes! He loved to paint when he was a little baby, and he painted and painted quietly with a box of watercolor pens all day long. Once Mingzhen broke his watercolor pen, he cried so badly , Jiang Yuan and I were frightened by him."
The two adults looked at each other and smiled, the previous scene was vivid in their minds, and they were both deeply impressed by that incident.
"You have to see Mingzhen."
Xu Meiyin clapped her hands: "You are from the same school, you are alumni. When you left when you were young, she cried for a long time. She will definitely be happy to see you."
He Yu hesitated to speak, it was not easy to tell her, in fact, Jiang Mingzhen met him at school, and she didn't recognize him at all.
Xu Meiyin led Fan Xiuhui inside.
Seeing that he missed the best time to refuse, he could only follow up.
Rongmei Furniture is a storefront converted from a house in the community. They followed Xu Meiyin, bypassing the messy area where furniture was piled up, and arrived at a rusty iron gate.
Xu Meiyin knocked on the door twice.
"Jane, you have old friends visiting you."
A girl's voice came from the door.
"Come on, who is it?"
She quickly ran over, opened the inner wooden door, and then opened the creaking anti-theft door outside.
He Yu expected that he would meet the plainly dressed Jiang Mingzhen.
Her family had an accident, and she lived in such a place... When he heard the news, he seemed to be thinking about a lot of things, but he seemed to be thinking about nothing.
He had seen her in school, she was dressed and behaved exactly like her childhood.
For him, a "Jiang Mingzhen in distress" is still not real.
She did indeed appear behind that rusty iron door.
The room is so small that it can be seen at a glance. A bed, a table, and a locker are less than ten square meters in total.
The obese Jiang Mingzhen was standing in the room, wearing a princess dress with a hairpin between her hairpins, like a large ornate ornament that had been misplaced.
Looking at He Yu and Fan Xiuhui outside the door, she looked blank.
"Hello." He stretched out his hand and greeted her first.
"I recognize you!"
Jiang Mingzhen patted her head, and found a familiar impression in their facial features.
"you you… "
She clapped her hands and clapped her head so loudly that she couldn't speak out in a hurry.
"What's your name?"
"He Yu." He said.
Facing the mist of doubt in her eyes that had not dissipated, He Yu added: "Live."
"Ah," now that it was the right number, Jiang Mingzhen showed him a big smile: "Hello!"
She took his hand and shook it vigorously up and down.
"Hello, He Yu!"
Jiang Mingzhen repeated it again, pronouncing his name correctly.
"How have you been doing all these years?"
He smiled and said, "Very well, how about you?"
"Me too." She replied without thinking.