Chapter 27:

Today is the last day of the semester. Haishi No.1 Middle School has always been generous to the holiday. Perhaps I think the students are eager to take the holiday. The school skipped the time for the evaluation papers and directly held the closing ceremony.
The results have not been corrected. According to the teacher, they will be sent to the parents' mobile phones in the form of text messages during the holidays.
The classmates complained one by one, saying that it would be better to die early and live longer.
But after all, the Spring Festival is coming.
The school closing ceremony was held in the small auditorium. After the end, everyone returned to the class. The teacher sent out the winter homework and said a few words symbolically, announcing the end of the semester.
The classroom is like a pan exploded, and the noise is endless.
Cheng Chu slowly packed the things in the lockers, because the classroom had to be renovated during the holidays and everything had to be cleaned away.
She likes to stuff things into the cabinet on weekdays, so she wastes a lot of time organizing.
The class gradually left more than half of them. The cold winter wind blew into the empty classroom. Cheng Chu squatted on the ground, shaking with the cold.
Suddenly, Gu Miao walked to her side.
He pursed his lips slightly, squatted down, and silently helped her sort out the useless test papers.
The winter school uniform of No. 1 Middle School is actually not warm. In the cold winter like Haishi, it is as thin as paper. Many people wear a down jacket on their school uniform jacket or a thick sweater in their school uniform.
But Gu Miao didn't. The wide and thin winter school uniform was put on him like this. He was already a long figure, but now he was a little thinner.
He squatted on Cheng Chu's left side, facing the wind vent in the corridor, and he had blocked most of the cold wind for her.
"I'll do it myself." Cheng Chu looked at his pale lips and reached out to grab the paper in his hand.
But Gu Miao was agile, and she avoided it all at once.
He lowered his eyes, looked at her somewhat messy locker, and said, "It's okay, let's get together, tidy up, faster."
Cheng Chu knows that rejection is just a waste of time. He has always been stubborn. Unless he voluntarily gives up what he wants to do, others can't help him.
She pursed her lips, lowered her head and speeded up her hand in silence.
The speed of the two people's sorting together is indeed much faster. After a while, the stacked waste papers are sorted out.
"I'll send it, you can go back." Gu Miao said.
This is probably the last time to send her off. When she returns to the key class next semester, there will be no chance again.
There is very little snow in the sea, and the January wind is damp and cold, and the cold seems to penetrate into the bones of people.
The two walked side by side.
The holly trees beside the trail are still lush and lush. Gu Miao didn't ride a bike today. He thought that maybe he could walk with her longer.
The winter sun shines through the crevices of the holly trees, looming around them.
Cheng Chu felt warmer.
She raised her head and said to Gu Miao, "Did you work in the milk tea shop yesterday?"
A few rays of sunlight reflected on the young Qingjun's face, he lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.
Because it is located next to the school, the fan shop is generally not open during the winter and summer vacations, so he can only find a new job.
Cheng Chu smiled: "Yesterday's bread was delicious, thank you."
When she got home yesterday, she found that there were several breads in the bag containing the record.
"Did you do it?" she asked curiously.
Gu Miao shook her head. He was just admitted to a milk tea shop yesterday, but he can cook, cook flour, and make bread.
In the winter, there was a wave of waves in his eyes, like a few breeze blowing across the calm lake.
"Wait next time, I will bring it to you, I will do it." He said this with a low voice, with a slight expectation in his eyes.
Will she be willing to eat?
The holly tree on the roadside dropped a few green leaves, whirled, and fell on the girl's shoulder.
A light smile came from her faintly peachy eyes, "Okay, remember to bring it to me."
Gu Miao lowered her head, her fingers curled up unconsciously.
Start of school...
The hope in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Will there be a chance to see her again after school starts?
After stealing ordinary time, he was immersed in joy, like a drug addict addicted to drugs, and the happiness that was gradually rising in his body burned his little reason.
He gradually forgot how unbearable he was.
Like a mouse in a gutter, living humblely in the dark, without seeing the sun for a lifetime.
The joints of Gu Miao's hands that had been clenched on his side turned white, and the pain was like the rising tide of sea water, gradually surging up to his cold heart.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl.
The morning light fell through the crevices of the holly trees, and the girl was looking up at her. The sparkling peach eyes were like clear water, reflecting his appearance brightly.
Gu Miao's heart trembled.
He spoke, his voice filled with suppressed dumbness, "Well, school starts, here you are."
Cheng Chu's home is very close to the school, and Gu Miao feels as if only a few seconds have passed.
In the early morning, the community is clean and beautiful, and the fountain at the entrance is splashed with clear water, and the fine mist raised in the sun creates a beautiful halo.
"I'm here." Cheng Chu said.
The young boy's pale face was hidden in the shade of the tree, and he raised his eyes to look at her for a long while.
Those eyes, which were like a silent night, seemed to pass through the January icy wind of the sea, gently into her eyes.
Cheng Chu still couldn't understand the gloomy emotions in his eyes that seemed to drip.
Is it because you can't meet during a winter vacation, so you can't bear it?
She lowered her head slightly, took out a record from her bag and handed it to him.
The boy seemed a little surprised. He looked down at the record in his hand, "This is?"
"For you, a New Year's gift." The smile in the girl's eyes was as bright as the rising sun in a cold winter day.
It was a very beautifully packaged record with a few large letters on the plastic package
The complete works of Chopin's Nocturne.
The girl’s clear voice swayed in the icy winter day in the sea, "It contains the song I played for you last time. If you like it, you can listen to it when you return."
Gu Miao's hand holding the record trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times before he said Shen Shen, "I, I haven't, I will prepare a New Year gift for you."
He lowered his head as he said, his dark eyes were disappointed and blamed.
"You gave me the bread yesterday as a New Year gift." Cheng Chu said with a smile.
Gu Miao pursed her lips slightly, "Then, how can it be done."
How can you get such a sloppy and worthless gift.
"If you think it's not enough, just bring me your own bread when school starts."
Her voice was clear and lingering, with a pleasant smile, and the cold wind around her seemed to bring warmth.
But Gu Miao's heart felt bitter.
In the next semester, these three words seemed to be a sudden poisonous knife, inserted into Gu Miao's heart alive, making him feel broken pain in his breath.
Not far away, the shallow water mist from the fountain seemed to flood his face, bringing a cold chill.
He lowered his eyes, it seemed that after a long time, he said dumbly: "Okay, next semester, I will bring it to you."
The results came out within a few days of the holiday.
This time, Cheng Chu actually passed the second class in his 50s. This result is enough to enter the key class.
Fu Rong was very happy to see the results, and with a wave of his big hand, he transferred 100,000 yuan to Cheng Chu as the new year's money plus bonus.
After hearing the news, her brother Cheng Yue also transferred 100,000 yuan to her. In just one day, a lot of money was in her account.
Feeling like flying into the sky, she forwarded the result text messages from Fu Rong's phone to her phone and read it several times.
Gu Miao must be the first in the class! She looked at the small number 2 at the back of the class ranking and thought with joy.
After the exam, the two of them got the correct answer to the English exam. Not surprisingly, Gu Miao was able to test more than 100 English this time. His Chinese has always been at an intermediate level and his science subjects are top-notch.
So this first place must be him.
Thinking of the scene where the two would transfer to a key class together in the next semester, Cheng Chu rolled on the bed excitedly.
Fu Xun knocked on the door and said, "My aunt said that the guest is here, telling you to go down."
There are always people who pay New Year's greetings during the Spring Festival.
The Cheng family's business is very large, and there are countless business friends. They usually choose to visit home on the eve of the Spring Festival.
The family who came today was named Dong.
Seeing Cheng Chu's arrival, the red-faced middle-aged man smiled kindly: "I haven't seen him for so long, Chu Chu has grown taller and lost a lot of weight."
Fu Rong, who was on the side, quickly picked it up, with a bit of triumph in her tone, "Oh, we are pretty, but we study too hard. Normally, we have to learn until midnight every day."
"Oh, I am really envious of me. Our kids really want to me off. They don't work hard. They usually know how to play games."
Fu Rong smiled so that his face was blooming, and the crow's feet wrinkled in the corners of her eyes were shallow. "Your child is only in junior high school. Don't be in a hurry, it's not qualitative yet. Like our boss, his grades in junior high school were not good. As soon as I arrived in high school, I was just as open-ended, and I was admitted to Haida in no time."
Cheng Chu curled his lips slightly, how is her brother clearly doing well since childhood?
Mrs. Dong on the side also laughed when he heard the words, "I'm relieved when you say that. That in our family is clever, but impatient. Like that piano, he won’t learn it for two days. , It’s like Chu Chu, stick to it till now."
Fu Rong has never let go of the corner of her grinning mouth. Now she heard Mrs. Dong say that, and she was happier. She waved to Cheng Chu, "Come and come to Chu Chu, just because the adults are all there, you go to Dong Uncle Dong and Auntie played a song."
Cheng Chu never expected that the part of performing programs for parents would appear at her age.
The four pairs of eyes were straight in this way, staring at her with nowhere to hide.
She stiffened, sat down in front of the grand piano by the living room, and played one of the simplest pieces.
The crystal lamp in the living room refracted a dazzling light, and the music faded away. Mrs. Dong was the first to applaud the venue.
"It's really good." She praised again and again, then turned to ask Fu Rong, "I heard that Chu Chu won a lot of awards when he was a child, how about it, are you going to take the Haiyin exam, or another conservatory?"
"Hey, the road of music is not easy. I just hope that the children will be safe and stable. Just take a college entrance exam." Fu Rong said.
There was a moment of silence in the living room. Cheng Chu froze her hands. She was overwhelmed by Fu Rong's words. She stood in a corner dazedly, without saying a word for a while.
"Yes, too." Mr. Dong on the side should say peacefully.
After the two had left, the spacious living room lost its popularity and was empty.
Cheng Chu pursed his lips and said to Fu Rong who was cleaning the tea set: "I want to test Haiyin."
Fu Rong's hand stiffened, and her tone was a little unnatural: "I'll talk about this later."
She is in her second year of high school, and she should start preparing for the entrance exam to the Conservatory of Music.
Cheng Chu had a stubborn temper and said coldly, "Why do you want to talk about it later?"
"Chu Chu." Fu Rong put down the tea cup so sharply, the white porcelain cup knocked on the glass table with a crisp sound, "How do you talk to mother?"
"I'm doing it for you, how hard it is to learn piano, so many talented and hardworking people are rare to be successful, you go to a normal university, and later you graduate into the company at home, with your brother and your father under the shelter. Find another right person to marry. Isn't it okay to be safe and secure?"
"Not good." Cheng Chu shouted with tears in his tears: "That's not the life I want to live."
Fu Rong has always been like this, arranging her life according to her own wishes, and she doesn't understand what she really wants.
It's like a long time ago, she had already received a submission from the High School of Music.
The day when the news was received, the sky was just fine, and the sky was clear. She ran home happily. Without taking off her schoolbag, she ran into the bedroom and told Fu Rong the news.
But Fu Rong just smiled comfortedly and advised her to go to a better one.
She was full of unwillingness, but Fu Rong said that she could still play the piano if she entered in the name of a musical specialty.
So in the end, she compromised.
But Cheng Chu didn't understand until today. From the beginning, Fu Rong didn't support her to continue playing the piano. For her, the piano was just a pastime, a tool for friends to show off after a meal.
Grievance mixed with anger instantly rushed to Cheng Chu's heart, with a slight enthusiasm in her eyes. She lowered her head like a cover, wiped her eyes, and quickly ran back to her room, "Bang" shut the door. .
The world quieted down instantly, so quiet that she seemed to hear the sound of plum blossoms fading in the garden.
Cheng Chu lay on the bed, feeling the pillow gradually getting wet.
The heating is on in the room, which is a comfortable and pleasant temperature, but Cheng Chu has chest tightness and shortness of breath for no reason.
She sat up, wiped her tears, picked up her wallet and mobile phone from the table, and walked out of the room.
"Where are we going?" Fu Rong sat elegantly on the sofa on the first floor, holding a cup of freshly brewed rose tea in her hand, the light in the living room reflected on her well-maintained face, she raised her eyes to Cheng Chu .
The peach blossom eyes that looked exactly like her were cold.
"Go out and turn around." Cheng Chu pursed his lips, lowered his head and put on the snow boots, turned around and closed the door with a "bang".
The cold air in the winter was like a knife, and it was instantly scratched on Cheng Chunen's face. She only wore a thin sweater and rushed into the icy winter day in the sea.
The door behind him was opened, and Fu Xun chased it out.
"Where are you going?" The young man who is always lazy on weekdays now has anxious voice in his voice.
"I'll just walk around, you can go back." Cheng Chu said.
"Aunt like you will be very worried." Fu Xun looked at the girl's face with a smile on weekdays with coldness, and said with caution, "I will let the driver take you there."
As he spoke, he called the driver directly.
Cheng Chu was shivering with the cold, but she was too awkward to enter the door now.
Although it was noon, the weather today was gloomy, with only the cold wind whizzing past.
The driver quickly drove the car over and got off the car graciously and opened the door for Cheng Chu.
"Don't follow me." Cheng Chu got into the car and quickly said coldly when seeing Fu Xun bending down and preparing to get into the car.
"Aunt let me follow you." Fu Xun said.
The rebellious reaction in his heart suddenly surged, and Cheng Chu had to "bang" to close the car door. Through the gap of the car window, he said loudly: "Don't, follow, follow me."
"Go to Changming Road." She turned her head, slowed her voice, and said to the driver.
The driver's hands on the steering wheel were stiff, he looked sideways at the young master standing outside the car, hesitating.
Is this open or not?
Unexpectedly, the young master said nothing, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left.
The car scented the car, and the faint fragrance of flowers filled the car. Cheng Chu looked at the crowd passing by outside the car in a daze, but felt bored and irritated.
"Here." The driver stopped the car, looked at Cheng Chu's condensed face from the rearview mirror, and said carefully.
Cheng Chu came back to his senses, "Thank you."
Without waiting for the driver to open the door for her, she got out of the car.
On the cold street, twos and threes of pedestrians hurriedly wrapped in thick clothes.
The New Year is approaching, and the prosperous sea market has lost its flashy coat, revealing its original peaceful beauty.
The cold wind was whistling, and the dead branches on the roadside trembled slightly. Cheng Chu gathered his clothes and stepped into the milk tea shop on the corner of the street.
The shop was empty, with only a few people sitting in the corner.
"Hello, what do you want to drink?" the clerk asked politely.
Through the glass window, Cheng Chu saw that the young man was bowing his head, his stern eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his well-knotted hands were rubbing the snow-white dough vigorously.
"Taro ball milk tea." Cheng Chu said with a low eye.
He is working and can't disturb him. Cheng Chu thought to himself.
In the gloomy winter day, the bright lights in the store made Cheng Chu feel strangely better.
"You guys, what time do you get off work?" She raised her eyes and looked at the young man working hard in the glass window and couldn't help but ask.
The clerk was a little surprised, he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.
Under the bright light, her small white porcelain face was slightly tilted up, and a few strands of broken hair hung on the side of her face half-hiddenly. The best thing is the peach eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, and she says no. Out of the moving.
His cheeks flushed involuntarily, "About six o'clock in the evening."
"Oh." The girl nodded a little disappointed: "It's so late."
"Is everyone so late, including the bread inside?" The girl suddenly looked up and asked again.
"Ah, he, he can leave work at three o'clock in the afternoon."
Cheng Chu looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was ten ten points.
There are less than two hours.
The worries in her heart disappeared in an instant, and a smile wafted from her eyes, "Okay, thank you."
She was holding the freshly made taro ball milk tea, and after walking a few steps, she turned around and said, "Don't tell him."
The cashier brother looked at the girl sitting in the corner and curled his lips in disappointment.
Okay, it turned out to be waiting for others.
There was soothing light music flowing in the store, and there was a spider plant in front of where Cheng Chu was sitting, and the long green leaves were hanging down, just blocking his vision.
While drinking milk tea, she looked at the kitchen through the gaps in the leaves.
The kitchen lights were bright and clear, and the boy was wearing a snow-white chef's clothes against his clean eyebrows. His dark, heavy eyes were drooping, like obsidian hiding the brilliance.
In fact, he is very good-looking, and Qingjun's face is full of youthfulness, which is very different from the silent and majestic President Gu in the future.
Cheng Chu remembered that when they first got married, the two moved into his new villa. There was an antique grand piano in the living room. She thought it was just for decoration.
It wasn't until one day when he was eating, the reticent Mr. Gu changed his silence. He curled his eyebrows, his jaw was tight, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he pondered for a while before he asked: "That piano downstairs, why have you never played? Ever?"
Cheng Chu only looked up at him in surprise, and then said coldly: "I don't like playing the piano."
He listened to her answer, but lowered his head and didn't speak any more.
Later, she learned that he had gone abroad specially for himself, begging an antique piano collector for a long time before asking for it.
He bought the piano with great pains, but he has never played it once.
The milk tea in his hand has long since run out of temperature, with a hint of boring sweetness.
However, bitterness gradually surged in Cheng Chu's heart. She raised her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall, only to realize that it was already three ten ten.
There was no longer a tall and tall figure in the glass window. Cheng Chu put down the milk tea and stood up anxiously.
The door next to the cash register opened with a "creak", Gu Miao was holding the paper bag in her hand, with fatigue in her eyebrows, and she ran into the girl's eye unexpectedly.
His hands trembled unconsciously, and the fragile paper bag also trembled a few times, making a soft noise.
She is wearing a simple beige sweater, her long black hair is like splashing ink, and her bright peach eyes seem to be embellished with the bright spring light throughout the winter.
The winter in Haishi is a bit gloomy, and the window is gray.
But she stood there pretty playfully, like the only beam of light in the dark world, rushing into his heart like this.
Gu Miao's heart trembled, and involuntarily, he blinked, as if to confirm whether everything in front of him was real.
"Gu Miao." The girl ran up to him, raised her face and looked at him, "Are you off work?"
The crisp voice followed his eardrums and slowly drifted into his heart.
It turned out to be true.
Tiredness seems to be the winter ice and snow that has touched the sun. From his eyes, the tremor in his heart has not stopped. He hoars and replied softly: "Yes."
"What, when did you come?"
Cheng Chu smiled, "It didn't take long, ten minutes, and it didn't bother you to see you at work."
Gu Miao lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly at a loss, "Next time, come, directly, call me."
"Okay." The girl nodded solemnly, "Where are you going next? Have you had lunch? Or let's go eat together?"
He didn't know how to answer a series of questions, so he could only look at the girl in a daze and say, "It's all right."
As long as I'm with you, anything is fine.
He lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes revealing a gentleness not in winter.
Cheng Chu's heart trembled by the hot eyes.
"Let's go, let's go, did you ride your bike today?" She lowered her head in disguise and asked casually.
"Ride it."
"Then I will take the back seat of your bike."
"it is good."
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