Shengdian breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll be relieved."
"Wow-"
Meng Shengnan didn't understand the meaning of his words and heard him call her name again.
On the desktop, Penguin rang again.
Once Fu Song caught her again and ran away.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"philosophy-"
There was silence in the air for a few seconds.
After sending the letter, she walked back absent-mindedly. As she walked, she patrolled the streets and didn't encounter that figure again until she returned home. In the afternoon under the sun, Meng Shengnan sat on a small bench in the yard, listening to the ceremony and talking about gossip. When he got to the interesting part, Sheng Dian stopped knitting and smiled: "I heard from your aunt that Kang Di will be back at the end of the year."
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
Nie Jing rubbed her hands while doing the questions: "Why is it suddenly so cold today?"
"I heard that Song Jiashu had a very hard time pursuing Qi Qiao. Is that true?"
That night, no substantial results were reached on that topic. However, the words "Grand Ceremony" awakened the dreamer, and Meng Shengnan began to go all out to write this story about him and her. Every time I typed a word, maybe there was a bit of good feeling buried in me that I don’t know if I liked it or not. In her second year of high school, she was only 16 years old. Shengdian said that if he likes you, it doesn’t matter whether you are an excellent student or a poor student.
Meng Shengnan sighed, thought for a while and said, "I wrote a review recently. I have some ideas that I am not sure about, so I will ask you."
"They fell in love so blatantly, did the family know
Shengdian sat by the bed: "Do you still feel it?"
The distance was very close, and there was also the smell of cigarette smoke on his body.
Fu Song suddenly smiled: "I won't confess."
"Oh, Meng Shengnan—"
"Extremely mixed."
After a while.
"Deep sea boy." Meng Shengnan replied.
"Then what?"
Meng Shengnan nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Mom."
Meng Shengnan pretended to check the address and zip code. The person next to him scribbled a few words and then stood up and left. She immediately turned back to look for the figure, and saw the boy slowly throwing the postcard into the mailbox that was as tall as his chest, and then walked away with one hand in his pocket.
Nie Jing was still dumbfounded: "What three views?"
"I don't like boys."
“…”
Meng Shengnan thought for a while: "Yeah."
"Mom, I didn't expect you to be so powerful."
Meng Shengnan curled her lips and said, "Wait."
Shengdian added: "Let's not talk about whether he has a girlfriend or not. Just one question, does he like someone like you?"
"have no idea."
Meng Shengnan took a deep breath and said, "Mom."
Shengdian rubbed her head and stood up: "Okay, let's not talk anymore. Go to bed early."
A week after the beginning of winter, the cold wind passed through.
Meng Shengnan: Yeah.
Meng Shengnan took advantage of her mother's daze and ran upstairs to close the door. Every time there was a grand ceremony, she would get a headache. All the parents in their alley were looking forward to telling Kang Dai about their daughter. Li Wan was only nine years old at that time, and her biological mother, a lawyer, began to give Kang Di a baby and kiss her. It seems that the influence of top students at Peking University Medical School is really extraordinary. Later when he was studying, Meng Shengnan described him as a man in Yi Shu's works, gentle and unassuming.
Meng Shengnan knew what he was going to ask, so she made a smiling emoticon and replied: I just sent it at noon.
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh', "I heard that he seems to have a girlfriend."
The ceremony looked calm and composed.
"Do you dare to chase me?"
"Who can't make progress in studies?"
Hearing this, Shengdian slowly smiled.
"Um."
"Kind of."
Meng Shengnan pouted.
She glanced at the name on the postcard from the corner of her eye.
"Why don't you say anything?" Meng Shengnan realized later.
"It's over."
In the past few days, she would often go to the science building to look for Qi Qiao, while An An would take a look at what he was doing. Almost several times, I encountered him and a group of boys gathered around the corner at the back door of the classroom, smoking and chatting freely.
"ah?"
The post office aunt asked her to fill out the form, and Meng Shengnan lowered her head and wrote the address: Bu Ya Magazine, No. 675 Julu Road, Jing'an District, Shanghai. She smiled and carefully wrote the zip code 200040 on the lower right side.
He smoked and skipped school and had sex with his girlfriend in broad daylight in an Internet cafe and stayed up all night at the KTV. Meng Shengnan took a breath and didn't dare to say anything.
Meng Shengnan went out and asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Shengnan was in a daze in his room when the door to the room was pushed open.
Grand Ceremony: "But the person who can make my daughter like her is not far behind."
"Um."
It was getting dark, and the penguin in the lower right corner of the computer suddenly beeped.
The other side said: Today is the 21st.
"Mom, don't you object to my puppy love?"
Shengdian was stunned: "Who said that?"
"Seeing his heart beat faster?"
Shengdian said slowly: "You can talk if you want, but don't affect your mood and studies."
She shook her head.
"No wonder."
Meng Shengnan seemed to understand.
Meng Shengnan almost burst out laughing.
As Meng Shengnan listened, someone knocked on the window next to him.
Under the soft silver light at noon, she carefully and neatly copied the text on the desktop computer on white paper, put it together with the registration form into a stationery bag, and ran out to the corner post office to send a registered letter.
"Come out for a moment." Qi Qiao shouted.
Meng Shengnan glanced at her and smiled.
"What's wrong?"
Shengdian moved towards her and said, "It's normal for you to feel this way at your age, but you can't let it go. Many of the feelings at this time end in vain, you know, and good feelings are a feeling that almost every middle school student will have. , so you can’t take it too seriously.”
"Can it be done?"
"What happened tonight?"
"I called you several times, you know, right?"
"I didn't give him a good look either, so Pi Tou asked if you would like me to give you a nice word."
The person being asked was stunned for several seconds.
"Xiao Xue?"
Zhou Ningzhi asked what it was called.
"Mom, aren't you asleep yet?"
"What's the matter? Tell me. Maybe I can give you some good advice."
Meng Shengnan was wearing a thick sweater and doing Huanggang simulations in the classroom. It was difficult to compete one by one. In the study room, the surrounding windows were closed tightly, and even the slightest breeze could not help but shiver.
Meng Shengnan put down the repeater he was playing with to read the news, and it turned out to be Zhou Ningzhi.
So, under the pressure of all kinds of chaos and frantic rush to write the manuscript to spy on the military situation, Meng Shengnan finally finished writing the manuscript about him and his secret love at two o'clock in the morning on November 20th.
Shengdian asked: "Which kind of person do you like? Do you like him now or do you have to have him?"
"Seasonal terms."
During those days, Meng Shengnan stayed up late at two or three o'clock, and occasionally went on class trips.
Meng Shengnan thought for a while and said, "I have a good impression."
Meng Shengnan's head buzzed, and he hesitated to explain: "That - no, I -"
Zhou Ningzhi: I just returned to Nanjing yesterday.
"Is it-"
Someone came in to buy postcards, and their voice sounded exactly like him. The aunt asked which one to buy, and he said whatever. Then he took Zhang and leaned slightly to take the pen from the box next to Meng Shengnan. She didn't dare to look up, she had already frozen, and her heartbeat could not be suppressed.
Meng Shengnan didn't know how to ask two questions in a row. Fu Song spoke at this time: "According to scientific research, people spend most of their lives worrying about other people's affairs. Use your own three views to judge, and this kind of judgment is often made without using your brain, which is the so-called eating the melons. Mass consciousness.”
Zhou Ningzhi smiled at the computer and replied: Type
Meng Shengnan's thoughts wandered for a moment, and she thought of the boy, and replied: Cliché.
"World outlook, outlook on life and values."
Sheng Dian’s voice was gentle: “Then we were together.”
"That's what Li Wan's aunt said."
Xue Lin: "..."
"Why not?"
"Um."
Meng Shengnan immediately shook his head.
"However, sometimes this feeling is very weak, and sometimes it is very strong."
Meng Shengnan: Then you can’t review my manuscript, Master.
"Did you finish writing?" Sheng Dian nodded toward the desktop computer.
Meng Shengnan: "For a while."
At that time, the wind blew against the glass, and a shallow knocking sound spread throughout the house. Meng Shengnan turned his head towards the darkness of the night, and seemed to see the boy in the school uniform slung over his shoulders far away under the sky, leaning against the wall, lowering his head and smoking a cigarette.
Fu Song just looked at her and said nothing.
Nie Jing showed her face, "Have you practiced?"
"Who knows why the Chinese teacher is crazy? He said that he wants to teach reading composition and so on. Get me the talented girl quickly."
"Um."
Shengdian did not continue the topic, smiled, and said: "Don't stay up late in the future, it is not good for your eyes and health. Writing stories is one thing, but I will be angry if it hurts my body. Back then, Lu Yao wrote about the ordinary world , yes, he became famous, but how long did he live? He died in his early forties, you know it was caused by staying up late every day, right?"
The weather was really good that day.
"You're not laughing at me, are you?"
My ears were really too sensitive that day.
Shengdian reached out and stroked the soft hair beside her ears, and said, "Forget it, take your time."
After Qi Qiao got the test paper and left, Meng Shengnan returned to his seat. Xue Lin and Nie Jing were chatting animatedly, and the topic turned out to be Song Jiashu. Meng Shengnan pricked up his ears and listened to a few words, shook his head and smiled without saying a word.
"The time has not come yet."
Meng Shengnan was thinking about the plot of the story, and asked him without thinking: "If you like a boy, will you take the initiative to confess to him?"
"It's been two weeks, why do you want it?"
"It doesn't seem like that." Li Yan is such a coquettish person that she can't imitate him.
Just after typing the last word, the bedroom door was pushed open.
After class, four people, three women and one man, chatted at the front and back tables. Of course, Fu Song basically just listened and occasionally expressed his opinions. Compared to him, Nie Jing was more active and full of energy.
Shengdian laughed again: "I remember when my mother was young, your grandfather told me that doctors and majors were officials, but I just fell in love with your father. At that time, he was still a demobilized soldier. He had no money to work and was not hanging around all day. But my mother fell in love with him, and it turns out that my vision is not bad, right?"
Throughout the evening self-study that day, Meng Shengnan was a little out of sorts. I have read it three times in English, but I still can’t figure out the central idea. This state lasted until I returned home at night and was discovered by Sheng Ceremony.
"How much do you like it now?"
"You've been quite unusual during this period. Is there something on your mind?"
Meng Shengnan made a hissing expression, Jiang Langcai was not easy to mess with.
Shengdian laughed: "Are you in puppy love? Unrequited love is more like it."
"Lend it to me quickly."
"I-"
"Did you have a conflict with your classmates?"
Nie Jing came closer and said, "Your handwriting is very beautiful."
Meng Shengnan was startled when Sheng Dian walked in with her coat on.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Shengdian walked in, closed the door, and sat by the bed.
“…”
"Want a theory?"
Shengdian ruffled her hair and smiled: "Ah, what? Didn't your first draft lack a theme? I think this is a good idea?"
Meng Shengnan lowered his head to read, with the corners of his mouth raised. To be honest, Fu Song is quite interesting. The words he spoke were very philosophical, and he felt a bit like a poor scholar who was literate. He drew his sword to help, and he was enough of a friend.
Meng Shengnan was silent.
Lu Si closed in the north.
Fu Song asked: "So this is the reason why you have not been able to make progress in your studies during this period?"
Zhou Ningzhi: Jiang Jin said that
"Why?"
Nie Jing pulled her and asked.
She didn't quite understand. Shengdian smiled and rubbed her hair, and said, "Your hard work and pride will make many boys afraid to approach you and they won't have the heart to drag you down to earth, but in this way they will cherish you more."
“…”
"-do what?"
Sheng Dian's brows were full of romantic memories from his youth: "But at that time, your dad was afraid that I wouldn't look down on him, so he would never hear from me after meeting me once. I was so anxious at that time that I rode a bicycle and ran to his house alone. , he was sitting at the door smoking at that time, and when he saw me, he was so stupid that he dropped his cigarette on the ground."
Ever since she was a child, it was almost impossible to guess what she was thinking about during many events. Perhaps because he has been a teacher for more than 20 years, he is very good at exchanging ideas with Meng Shengnan. Their family meeting once a month is not for nothing.
Meng Shengnan thought about the question and replied: "It will snow in two days."
Shengdian rubbed her hair: "Many things are not as difficult as you think. There is nothing to be shy about pursuing when the time comes. But there is one thing, you have to make yourself better to have this confidence, you know?"
Fu Song looked at her for a long time.
It says:
Meng Shengnan: "..."
The boy asked: Are you there
The boy interrupted her: "Who do you like?"
"nervous?"
That night, I finally had a good dream. When I woke up the next day, the eight or nine o'clock Saturday morning sun was shining into my bed. Meng Shengnan turned over lazily, stared for a while and then got up from the bed. The tape on the repeater on the table is spinning, and Leo Ku is singing "Be a Cat, Be a Dog, Not a Lover" in "Love and Honesty".
"I seem to like a boy." She said slowly.
"Um?"
Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes.
Qi Qiao said with a grimace: "I remember you got 123 in Chinese during the last simulation, right?"
Meng Shengnan laughed even harder.
"Kind of."
Meng Shengnan nodded and smiled, "Will Dad be a fool?"
"You're not paying attention."
After a second, the topic disappeared.