Beacon Tower is a rare flat land here.
Many tourists rested against the city wall in twos and took photos in various poses. Gu Pingsheng unscrewed the bottle cap and drank his saliva: "Should I take a picture of you?" After speaking, he took out a thin card machine from his pants pocket. .
She quickly returned three words: broke up.
Then put away the phone, and dutifully reached out for the camera: "I'll take a picture of you. This is your first time here."
When the two people were pushing around, suddenly two foreign middle-aged women laughed and said in English that they would take a group photo for them. It was the first time that Tong Yan encountered someone who didn't ask for help. On the contrary, someone took the initiative to help take a picture. He was a little stunned. After looking at Gu Pingsheng, he just smiled and handed the camera to one of them, saying thank you.
When she took the camera back, she glanced at it, with the urge to delete it.
When Shen Yao was chasing stars before, he said, don’t stand and take pictures with celebrities. It’s just a realistic version of Beauty and the Beast. I think it can make you lose half a month. Now she sees the photo of herself and Gu Pingsheng, and she feels a little bit like this, especially her cookie-cutter scissors hands.
Gu Pingsheng took it and took a closer look with his back to the sun, but he was very satisfied: "The picture is good."
It’s just that you are good...
When I went back at night, Gu Pingsheng specially turned on the radio for her, and after teaching her how to adjust the frequency and volume, let her find some programs that she liked to listen to to pass the time.
In fact, these Lu Bei had taught her a long time ago, but when Gu Pingsheng said it seriously, she just pretended not to understand.
Until he finished speaking, she nodded and said: "Understood, please concentrate on driving, teacher. I am entertaining myself."
After the car drove on the highway, she tuned to the music station and began to listen to new songs hitting the charts.
Just when I was going to sleep in a daze, I heard Gu Pingsheng calling himself: "Tong Yan, please help me look at my phone, who is looking for me. It's in the right pocket of my shirt."
She stretched out her hand, leaned into the pocket of his clothes, and quickly touched the phone.
1 SMS has not been read.
If you want to see who it is, you have to read the text message. He should mean this, right
Tong Yan hesitated, slid the screen lock, and opened the entire text message.
TK, I remember that tomorrow is your mother's death day, and I will help you to get rid of all the activities at home, and rest assured.
ordinary.
Mother's death day
Tong Yan was completely stunned. Tomorrow is her birthday.
Of course, Teacher Gu would definitely not know. If I remember correctly, October 4 of that year was the day when the two met for the first time in Xiehe Hospital. It turned out that his mother really died that day.
"Who is it?" He turned his head to look at her.
Tong Yan held the phone in front of his eyes.
"Thank you." After a glance, he turned around and continued driving.
There is nothing unusual, from the look in the eyes to the expression, it is as calm as ever.
When he got out of the car, he insisted on sending her upstairs.
The sound-controlled lights are installed in the corridors, and the light bulbs on the third and fourth floors are broken. When the two people walked across the second floor, Gu Pingsheng deliberately walked a little slower: "I will buy two light bulbs tomorrow, and we will replace the broken ones during the day. Otherwise, your grandma will go away at night, and it will be easy to fall."
She wanted to say no, but it was dark all around, and it was useless to say it.
The two walked to the corner of the fourth floor, and finally saw each other's faces by the lights on the fifth floor.
She stopped and said to Gu Pingsheng: "Teacher Gu, please send it here. It's late, and you should go back and rest." She remembered that he said to change the light bulb, and immediately added, "I will buy it tomorrow. When you get back a few light bulbs, just ask the neighbor next door to help you replace them. You don't need to trouble you to run again."
With the lights on the fifth floor shining in his eyes, he just smiled and said, "It's okay, I won't have anything to do tomorrow."
Suddenly, there was a very light noise from the upper floor. Tong Yan raised his head subconsciously, and Gu Pingsheng followed her movements and looked towards the fifth floor.
A figure leaned against the wall and looked at them silently.
The eyebrows have not changed, even the waiting position has not changed.
He did the same before. I always like to stand here and surprise her.
At that time, it was not hard for them to love, except to avoid the eyes of the school teacher, almost all the memories were sweet. At that time, the most prevalent story of premature love in school was that of himself and him.
The key training target of high school is the most troublesome students in junior high school.
The most frequently seen scene is the good news of her contest winning on the left of the school bulletin board, and the punishment notice for his fights on the right... At first he always waited for her at the school gate, but later he got too bad and didn’t get into the high school of the school, so he left school every day. Ride a long way, come here to see her.
"Tongtong." He finally spoke and called her name.
Everyone called her Yanyan, but he thought he should be special.
Tong Yan seemed to be awakened and looked at Gu Pingsheng helplessly: "Teacher Gu, goodbye."
Gu Pingsheng smiled, "See you tomorrow."
After speaking, he turned and went downstairs.
In the sound of footsteps going further downstairs, Tong Yan plucked up the courage to walk upstairs and looked at the people who were getting closer... I didn't know what to say, it was quiet and disturbing.
Finally, she had no choice but to ask him painlessly: "You still wear short sleeves in autumn, aren't you cold?"
At that moment he seemed to want to say a lot, but because of her relaxed greeting, his eyebrows stretched out quickly: "It's not cold, happy birthday." He handed out a silver box.
She didn't answer: "How do you know I'm back?"
"There are too many things at home during the holidays, so I'll drive your grandma a few boxes," he said, still holding the box, "how do you plan to celebrate your twentieth birthday?"
This question, at the end he left, she did not answer him.
When I walked in, my grandma was already asleep, and the lamp in the living room was still on, which was reserved for her.
As expected, seven or eight cardboard boxes were placed in a small place.
She used the light to identify the patterns on the boxes one by one, including fruit drinks and vegetables. There is no elevator in this building. He should have carried him up by himself. She took out the scissors, unpacked the boxes, put everything into categories, and he could even see him holding the boxes upstairs. Look like.
A person who was once lazy has become so laborious.
In the end everything was put away, and there were four boxes of drinks left.
She unpacked a box of tape, took out a can of Sprite, sat on the ground, and slammed open the tab.
Sprite, which is not iced, is not so refreshing to drink.
On the contrary, the throat became sour and uncomfortable because of the sweet and greasy liquid. I don't know why, just now he smiled and said goodbye, but he made the same voice as when he couldn't cry.
She couldn't forget that he was sitting on the side of the road that night, crying like a child of several years, but he kept saying Tongtong you don't want to go to Shanghai. Everyone at the bus station looked back. No matter adults or children, they all looked at him inexplicably. I guess no one has seen a big boy cry like this.
And he squatted halfway in front of him, but he didn't shed a single tear.
Tong Yan drank half a can of Sprite and found that his face was wet.
She picked up the phone and looked at the time, but she didn't know when she had received a text message.
It’s Teacher Gu: I’ll take you out for dinner at noon tomorrow, okay? TK
She wanted to refuse, but thinking of the special to him tomorrow, she hesitated for a while before replying: OK.
When Gu Ping was born the next day, grandma was very surprised and asked how Teacher Gu knew that today was Tong Yan's birthday. Gu Pingsheng was also surprised and glanced at Tong Yan.
"I don't celebrate my birthday very often." Tong Yan can only explain that.
As a result, the dinner was very rich. When the roast duck came up, Gu Pingsheng naturally wiped his hands, wrapped a portion and handed it to her: "Happy birthday, little birthday star."
She took it and bit into her mouth. The sweet noodle sauce was mixed with the aroma of roast duck, which warmed people's hearts. Soon, he carefully packed another portion, adding ingredients, and carefully asking whether grandma would eat green onions? Garlic? Or shredded carrot
The look and tone of this kind of eyes really resemble a doctor, that kind of very gentle doctor.
"Is it delicious?" He turned around and asked her, "Ordinary people say that the roast duck here is better than Quanjude, and this is my first time here."
"It's delicious," she quickly took the dough, filled with four or five pieces of duck meat, rolled it and handed it to him, "Thank you, Teacher Gu." Maybe because it is a holiday, the nearby tables are all For family dinners, the whole restaurant is in a harmonious atmosphere.
I haven't felt this way for a long time. Although she would bring her grandma out to eat every time she came back, the two grandparents always felt that they were not lively enough, and even more deserted.
Finally, the clerk asked if the duck shelf should be taken away. Gu Pingsheng seemed to have remembered the habit of grandma feeding stray cats and asked the elderly to take them back to feed the stray cats.
When he sent them home in the evening, his grandmother enthusiastically left him as a guest: "Yesterday's classmate Yanyan sent a lot of fruits, I'll go wash some."
Elderly people like to have fun, especially those who have been teachers.
Grandma was busy washing the fruits in the kitchen, while chattering. The general idea is that Yanyan’s classmates have a very good heart, and they always drive to deliver a lot of boxes during the holidays: "I was too embarrassed to accept it at first, but the kid always said that he had made up lessons before and helped him a lot. And again. Saying that the family sends out a lot of things every year, and it’s a waste not to finish eating..."
Gu Pingsheng suddenly asked her: "Was your classmate who waited for you yesterday?"
Tong Yan glanced at the figure in the kitchen, and was silent for a while, then said softly: "It's my old boyfriend," she said, feeling that her tone was too low, and immediately joked, "I used to be very It’s a headache for school teachers, and the whole school knows that they fall in love with each other."
He looked at her thoughtfully: "Did I say something wrong?"
It turns out that loss cannot be hidden.
Tong Yan smiled: "Yes, it brought back my sad past, what should I do?"
She just picked up the conversation casually, and wanted to quickly skim over the topic, but she didn't expect that Gu Pingsheng would take a sip of water apologetically: "I will give you a piano song as a birthday gift for you."
His eyes fell on the piano by the window.
That is the biggest piece of furniture in Tong Yan's family. It was sent by a student of his grandmother's back to China. In fact, given the level of grandma’s elementary school music teachers, most of them are playing "Yellow River Cantata", "Internationale" or something, which is already very difficult, and the utilization rate is not high at all...
She looked at him in disbelief.
Then I saw him put down the cup and walked over until he sat down in front of the old-fashioned piano by the window.
Eight out of ten people in this era can play the piano. Next to her, Shen Yao is the first school orchestra in the country to recruit pianos. So she has long been insensitive to this instrument.
It was still very surprised to hear Gu Pingsheng say he wanted to play.
He could not hear, but he played well.
It's a pity that she doesn't know how to play and doesn't understand it very well. But just looking at the way he played the piano, he felt sore in his eyes. His world was completely quiet. No matter how good the music was in his fingers, he couldn't hear it at all...