Childhood sweetheart is a delicate word.
When we talk about who and who are childhood sweethearts, it seems that there will be some inexplicable intimacy mixed in, that is, we will default to the fact that these two people have an affair.
So Jiang Xiaozhen's original words are that they have known each other since childhood.
"You two are childhood sweethearts?" The girls chattered, and the pot exploded in chaos.
"No," she emphasized again: "I have known you since childhood."
"I really want to be my childhood sweetheart with him too!" Sun Qin howled while clutching her heart. She was the most excited about this gossip. She had heard of He Yu before she entered their high school, and she didn't expect her deskmate to know him so well.
"What was Senior He Yu like when he was a child? Isn't he cute? He was versatile when he was a child, and he was so good at painting? He must not be as gentle when he was a child. Photo?"
Jiang Xiaozhen herself was a little concerned that Sun Qin still used the wrong word.
However, she looked around, it seemed that no one would match her and He Yu so imaginatively. Even the "childhood sweetheart" only refers to a childhood acquaintance, as innocent as Qingshui.
Everyone was emotional, but Jiang Xiaozhen only had one mouth.
She sat on a chair in the store, took a sip of water unhurriedly, and answered questions for the girls in front of her like a teacher answering questions.
"When he was young, he looked very ordinary, except for his round face, nothing special about him."
Jiang Xiaozhen recalled the face in her memory while talking.
In fact, she liked He Yu better at that time. He Yu had the eyes of a puppy when he was a child, and he was easily scared. When she bullied him, his face became wrinkled, his mouth was flat, and his expression was aggrieved... But when they get along In the later stage, she bullied him more and more, and on the contrary, she was often angry with him.
"Is he very good at drawing now? All I know is that his previous drawing won the first place in the preschool class. At that time, we were about five or six years old. The teacher said he was good at drawing, and I and I were the same After reading it at the table, we all thought his painting was too ugly."
In turn, Sun Qin answered Jiang Xiaozhen's questions: "It must be that you have no taste, the gold medal in the national competition, can you say it is good?"
"It's not just that!" They've all heard about He Yu's legend: "Someone wants to pay for him to hold a solo exhibition, and he has published two albums. He Yu was interviewed and appeared on TV when he was a senior in junior high school."
Jiang Xiaozhen had no idea.
He Yu in my memory is the little boy who could spend an afternoon painting and drawing in the nanny's room.
The one they said is like the leading star in a movie.
what else...
"Ah," Jiang Xiaozhen vaguely remembered: "He can blow on leaves, blowing on and shining brightly."
"Pfft, so cute!" the girls heard with great interest.
"He doesn't seem to be doing anything wrong."
Other things he does well, for example: he can pick up shuttlecocks, help his mother wash rice, clean up, ride a bicycle, and secretly take her out to buy dried sweet potatoes.
The current He Yu would definitely not take her to sell dried sweet potatoes.
Jiang Xiaozhen's mind was full of the phrase "I look down on you" he said to herself just now, with a cold expression and a harsh tone.
"Why do you say he is gentle?"
"Hey, it's a little difficult to express. Next week is the third year of senior high school. Senior He Yu belongs to the student union. You can see him in the school. You can see that he is very nice..."
Thanks to He Yu, the attitude of the girls towards Jiang Xiaozhen today is much better than usual.
In the past, she kept looking for topics to talk about and approached them, but they didn't pay much attention to them, and sometimes they would deliberately avoid her when they got annoyed. Today they all gathered around her, listening to her tell stories about He Yu's childhood.
This was undoubtedly the one they envied the most among the experiences she had "shown off".
"It suddenly occurred to me," Xiao Lin patted the table and remembered something: "Didn't senior He Yu look at you in the cafeteria that time? Didn't you recognize him?"
Jiang Xiaozhen shook her head: "I didn't recognize it, I have high prescription glasses, and he has changed a lot."
"Then did he recognize you?"
He Yu had answered her this question.
Jiang Xiaozhen hesitated for a moment, then said to them, "Probably not."
"Uh, it should have something to do with your appearance."
The girls around said bluntly: "If I were senior He Yu, I wouldn't want to recognize you."
Jiang Xiaozhen opened her mouth, ready to answer her confidently as usual: Is there anything you don't want to admit, I'm so beautiful.
The words came to my lips, as if they were stuck.
"If you don't recognize it, you don't recognize it, and I don't care."
This time this sentence is not as good as usual, anyone can see that she is being stubborn.
Jiang Mingzhen crossed her hands and looked out the window.
The transparent glass window reflected her appearance, her fat face was squeezed by glasses, and there were many pimples on it; plastic hairpins of different colors were pinned all over her head, she was crazy.
She was the same in his eyes that day, this face.
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The next week, as they said, Jiang Xiaozhen saw He Yu on duty on campus.
When standing next to boys of the same age and wearing the same uniform, he was set off even more prominently.
It's like a group of potatoes mixed with a white radish, and a male protagonist appears among the crowd of passers-by.
The duty team stood in a row, and he could be found at a glance.
With a spring-like smile on her face, there was an indescribable kindness and kindness between He Yu's eyebrows.
With such a pleasing appearance, both students and teachers passing by will look at him more naturally.
Students who have questions and need help on duty, including saying hello, everyone will subconsciously turn to He Yu. As a result, even though several students on duty were free, people gathered around He Yu, waiting for his help.
On Monday, Jiang Xiaozhen passed the school gate four times.
Go to school, lunch break, lunch break back to school, after school.
On the way to school, there was a female teacher walking in front of her, holding her little doll. When passing by the school gate, the kid stared at He Yu with his big watery eyes.
His eyes narrowed into crescents, and he smiled at the children.
The little boy waved to him, and He Yu waved back seriously.
Then, he saw Jiang Xiaozhen coming up from behind.
She looked at him,
He put away his smile and waving hands, and looked elsewhere with a solemn expression.
During the lunch break, Jiang Xiaozhen was hungry, and when the bell rang, she was the first to run out of the classroom.
When passing the school gate, the students of the duty team had just taken their positions.
He Yu bit a piece of biscuit and put on the duty cuff with his left hand to help his right glove.
Jiang Xiaozhen slowed down, watching his arm go in, hold on. Finally free, he pushed the biscuit into his mouth, biting it with a crackling sound.
She passed him and he noticed her.
The chewing movement stopped abruptly, and He Yu lowered his head to adjust the cuff.
She walked away, and the click sounded again behind her.
When Jiang Xiaozhen went back to school during her lunch break, He Yu was not at her post.
Passing through the small playground behind the laboratory building, she planned to go to the cafeteria to find her friends.
"Can you really do it, will it be all right?"
The little girl's voice was full of tears, she clasped her fingers and rested her chin, looking up anxiously at the old locust tree.
"fine."
Jiang Xiaozhen heard He Yu's voice by accident.
"I'm watching it here to see if I can get it off, and you can call the teacher for me."
"Oh good," the girl told him worriedly, "Don't climb any higher, you will be in danger."
The girl hurriedly ran to do what he asked, and Jiang Xiaozhen approached the locust tree.
Fragments of sunlight shine through the green leaves, casting a shadow on the ground.
She covered her eyes with her hands and raised her head. The world on the tree was like a maze.
Going around the lush and intertwined roots, she found He Yu's shoes standing there near the half-waist position of the big tree.
"Meow, meow." A kitten was calling, not sure if it was for help or a demonstration.
"Meow." This sound is anthropological, not like a kitten at all.
He may have noticed the failure of the imitation himself, and cleared his throat twice with "cough cough".
"Meow..." The human cat has made rapid progress, and this time it obviously sounds much better.
"Meow?" Kitty Maomao answered him.
"Meow meow." He learned better and better.
Probably seeing that the kitten's mood had stabilized, he shook the tree cautiously.
The kitten seems to have the intention to move.
Jiang Xiaozhen under the tree looked worried.
She wanted to ask He Yu if she wanted to help, but she was afraid of scaring him or the cat by speaking.
Actually, what could she do to help? But she can't climb trees, and someone went to call the teacher.
Fortunately, the communication between the powerful human cat and the kitten has gradually become effective.
Jiang Xiaozhen saw the kitten, it was a fat orange kitten, and the pads of its tentative paws were pink.
"Meow, can you come over to my brother's place? Meow."
Half meow, half human language, there was a hint of coaxing coquettishness in his guiding tone.
No matter how bad the rebellious kitten is, it will obediently fall into his arms.
The pink flesh pad stepped on the branch, it jumped lightly, and he quickly grabbed it.
The little fat man was successfully hugged tightly by the human cat. He scratched its little head twice, and taught it viciously: "Next time, you can't run so high for fun, do you know?"
Little Fat Orange said, "Meow Meow Meow."
"Yeah, you said you knew you were wrong, right?" He Yu interpreted it on his own, as if he really understood.
"Meow!" The kitten asked and answered him.
"Okay, then it's done, I can't climb the big tree to play anymore."
He Yu's tone of speech to Fat Mao Mao was very serious, fearing that Mao Mao's attitude was not correct, he kept his words and smiles serious throughout.
"Let's go down together."
He held it in one hand, held on to the branch with the other, and climbed under the tree.
It was only then that Jiang Xiaozhen realized that she was observing them in a daze, looking at them, and stretched out her hands.
What is she thinking? If he really fell, she wouldn't be able to support him...
He Yu seemed to climb trees very steadily, and he was a veteran.
Jiang Xiaozhen retracted her arm in embarrassment, and when he reached the main branch of the locust tree safely, she fled away first.
The girl who went to call the teacher has already arrived with the dean.
The dean walked all the way, scolding the girl all the way: "Oh, I am really convinced by you little girls who are overflowing with sympathy. What do stray cats have to do in the trees? They climb trees all day long and are so flexible You ask the classmate on duty to help, he is just a student on duty, not a school security guard. If he falls, he can break his leg, do you know that?"
The girl's expression was about to cry, and she followed beside her obediently, not daring to speak back.
"He saved the cat." Jiang Xiaozhen told them.
"Really?" The girl's frown suddenly relaxed.
She nodded.
The girl and the dean continued to walk in the direction of the old locust tree.
Jiang Xiaozhen lowered her head and smiled, and went to the cafeteria.
When school was over, He Yu was on duty at the school gate again.
She routinely took out the class trash, and the school cleaning bell rang for the last time before leaving the school gate.
He and another boy were alone at the school gate, and they were closing the gate.
"Someone, wait a little longer." He Yu said to the boy.
The boy stood by the door, waiting for Jiang Xiaozhen to come over.
And He Yu took a few steps back, casting his gaze at the empty distance with no clear meaning.
Jiang Xiaozhen quickened her pace, walked through the door they left without looking sideways, and walked out.
She didn't thank him.
The two of them didn't meet eyes.
She told her friends that she knew him, and she could tell vivid stories about his childhood.
But Jiang Xiaozhen thought: With He Yu now, it's too late to avoid her.
Her treatment here with him is not as good as that of a strange classmate, or even that of a strange cat!