Chapter 11:

By December, the sea market finally entered winter.
Cheng Chu found that Gu Miao had changed.
The young man's impenetrable heart seemed to have been poked a hole.
He was willing to talk.
Although most of the time what I said is still intermittent, it is no longer um, oh, well, such words.
Cheng Chu knew that the life of a teenager was difficult, so he built a high wall in his heart, wrapped himself with indifference and sharpness, and hid the softness in his heart.
But this kind of softness, only she knows.
In the cold winter, everyone put on velvet winter school uniforms, and some people even put on down jackets on their hoods.
But Gu Miao had nothing.
When class was over, Cheng Chu went to the canteen to buy two hot water bottles, added boiling water, and handed one of them to him.
The girl's school uniform was wrapped in a fleece jacket, and under the heavy scarf, she showed her pure white face, and her peachy eyes were swaying.
Gu Miao moved her finger, a little at a loss.
"Take it." Cheng Chu saw that his hands were a little red from cold, and hurriedly stuffed the hot water bottle into his hands.
The hot water bottle is covered with a light beige flannel cover, the same color as her coat.
The warmth slowly spread from the fingertips to the bottom of her heart. Gu Miao lowered her head and looked at the hot water bottle with the bear pattern, her eyes a little hot.
My uncle's family is not rich, and my cousin was hospitalized a few days ago and even emptied his only money.
When a teenager was growing up, he couldn't wear clothes from the previous years, and his uncle and aunt would never buy him new ones.
She can only wear a thin winter coat every day, shrinking herself, hoping that winter will pass sooner.
This is the first time someone is willing to give him warmth.
Gu Miao held the hot-water bottle tightly in both hands, her fingers warmed from the cold, and a slight pain came out.
At the end of get out of class, Gu Miao raised her head slightly and looked at the girl's back.
The warm winter sun dyed her waist-length hair into a warm chestnut color, and a few strands of it fell on his desk mischievously.
The classroom was very quiet, with only a few rustling sounds of flipping books occasionally.
Gu Miao looked at the hair on the desk foolishly, her eyes showing nostalgia.
After a while, he stretched out his hands tremblingly, and carefully touched the hair that was hanging on the desk.
Suddenly, the girl tucked her hair, and the strands of hair slipped from her fingers in an instant.
Gu Miao withdrew her hand in a sense of loss, but her fingertips were burning like fire.
He rubbed his fingertips slightly, recalling the touch of the soft hair
Warm, with the warmth of spring, just like her.
The class bell rang in the classroom, and the teacher walked into the classroom.
Gu Miao returned to his senses, stood up as if half a beat slowly, and followed the whole class saying, "Hello teacher."
When sitting down, he saw the hair in the corner of the table, slender, fainted into a warm chestnut color by the sun.
Gu Miao stretched out her hand, picked up her hair quietly, found a piece of clean paper, and quietly wrapped it inside.
This class was a physics class, and it was about electricity, which happened to be what Cheng Chu was not good at.
Halfway through the class, the teacher asked everyone to divide into groups of four to discuss a design circuit problem in the book.
Cheng Chu and Luo Xixi turned around holding the book and saw Zhou Ran who was also frowning.
"Will you?" Rosie asked him.
Zhou Ran shook her head, Luo Xixi was a standard scumbag, except for chemistry, everything else was a mess.
Cheng Chu is not good at electricity, and shook his head.
The three people looked at each other.
The classroom is full of noise, only their corner is silent.
Cheng Chu quietly raised his eyes and looked at Gu Miao.
The young man hangs his head and his brows are cold, seeming to isolate the noisy class.
Both Zhou Ran and Luo Xixi knew that he was like this and never participated in any group discussions, so they didn't plan to ask him at all.
But Cheng Chu didn't know.
In the past few days, she found that Gu Miao was willing to say a few more words to her, so she always talked to him.
Hearing her endless questions, the young man always lowered his eyes, his ears were red, but he still stammered to answer her.
Cheng Chu thought he was willing to open up, at least not like before.
But she didn't know that the boy's cold heart was only soft to her.
I only want to open my heart to her alone.
The classroom was a little noisy, Cheng Chu moved the chair back a bit, raised his eyes slightly, and looked into the boy's dark eyes.
She asked softly, "Gu Miao, do you know how?"
Gu Miao lowered her head and glanced, then nodded.
"Then can you tell us something, the teacher seems to be asking someone to talk about the topic." Cheng Chu was a little embarrassed.
The boy hung his head and said nothing, his black eyes hidden under the dull frame of the picture, his emotions were difficult to distinguish.
The air stagnated for a moment.
Rosici laughed awkwardly, and said roundly, "Forget it, we won't necessarily be drawn."
"Yes, no matter how much we think about it, maybe we will figure it out." Zhou Ran also echoed.
Both were afraid that Gu Miao's silence would embarrass the girl.
A few gusts of cold wind penetrated the window, and the pages of the book floated gently.
The boy paused, hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Yes."
He paused for a few seconds and continued: "Yes, I can tell you about it."
Luo Xixi and Zhou Ran opened their eyes wide, looking at this normally silent young man who was not like a living person. He was pulling out the notebook from the desk and drawing a circuit diagram on it.
The two hurriedly leaned over, and their four heads were brought together, concentrating on sounding.
The boy's voice was low and heavy, a little bit magnetic, although it was stuttering, it didn't make people feel irritable.
He speaks a bit slowly and clearly, so everyone listens very carefully.
This time, no one interrupted him.
Gu Miao put down the pen and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are amazing." Rosie looked at him with admiration.
She is a scumbag, in fact, she only understood it in the first minute, and she gave up on this kind of test.
Zhou Ran on the side also nodded, and said, "It's really amazing."
This type of question is difficult, and is usually placed at the end of the test paper as the finale.
Gu Miao just pursed her lips, but didn't talk.
Such straightforward and enthusiastic praise rarely appeared, and he felt a little strange, and more of a kind of bewilderment.
What does she think?
After all, it was beyond the desire in my heart, Gu Miao quietly raised her eyes.
Under the bright sunshine, the girl propped her head, joy was hidden in her shiny peach eyes, and there was also a trace of faint worship.
Gu Miao's ears were instantly red, and secret happiness floated in her heart.
For the first time, he felt that group discussions were no longer a burden, but so lively and interesting.
The discussion in the classroom gradually became quieter, and the teacher patted the podium to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Is anyone taking the initiative to talk about this topic?" the teacher asked.
No one spoke, most people bowed their heads, avoiding eye contact with the teacher, for fear that if one is not careful, the next one will suffer.
"Well, if I don't want to take the initiative, I will pick someone." He paused and said casually: "Then number three."
Cheng Chu stood up tremblingly.
Across the aisle, she heard Yu Yinzheng humming softly.
"Oh, it's a new classmate, will this question be relevant?" the teacher asked with a loving face.
"Teacher, she definitely will, she is from the key class." Yu Yin yelled.
Seeing her hesitation, the teacher didn't intend to be embarrassed, but raised her eyes and asked: "Will you? If not, just sit down."
He also knows that this question is a bit difficult, and most of the girls who come from the key classes lose in theory, so it is understandable that it is not.
Cheng Chu looked down at the title in the book, recalling Gu Miao's stumbled explanation just now, struggling with his thoughts desperately.
In fact, she can choose to say that she will not sit down, but the number three is followed by the number four. What if the teacher just taps the student number?
Talking in front of so many people, Gu Miao couldn't help stuttering. You can know without thinking about how Yu Yin's gang would laugh at him.
Cheng Chu hesitated, but after a while, he pursed his lips and said with difficulty, "Yes."
"Okay, then you go to the podium and talk while drawing pictures." The teacher was happy, looking at her expectantly and encouragingly.
Cheng Chu moved his chair, took the textbook and was about to go to the podium, with a ball of paper in his hand.
She quietly grabbed the paper and walked to the podium.
Dozens of eyes in the audience stared straight at her, some of them malicious and expectant.
Cheng Chu slowly found a piece of chalk and looked at the paper tucked into her palm.
The paper was crumpled, and now it is naturally not smooth.
On the wrinkled paper, a clear and neat circuit diagram was drawn, with ideas written next to it.
A cold wind blew in the classroom, but Cheng Chu felt that the tattered paper in his hand seemed to be warm, and quietly smoothed her uneasy heart along the cold fingertips.
She breathed a sigh of relief, first turned around and copied the picture to the blackboard, and then explained the steps written on the paper.
The girl's voice is clear and clean, just like the cleanest spring water in the summer, the clear Lingling, just listening is a kind of enjoyment.
She combined her own understanding and Gu Miao's clear points, the originally difficult questions are now explained in a simple way.
The teacher nodded approvingly.
"Very good, come on, everyone give some applause."
There was enthusiastic applause, and the eyes in the audience were full of worship.
The winter sun was shining, and she stood on the high podium, and she saw Gu Miao in the crowd.
The boy wore heavy black-rimmed glasses, but he couldn't hide the shining light in his eyes.
Cheng Chu's heart suddenly felt sour.
She remembered that on the farewell night, his eyes were so bright.
The author has something to say: Gu Miao: Treasure her hair quietly
Sorry, everyone, something happened on Thursday, maybe it will be posted around 9pm! But Friday will be on time at 0:00