June is our farewell song

Chapter 36 Who Doesn't Long For Poetry And The Distance (I'm Back!)

"You, are you okay?"

The boy's hand in front of him was in a state of being outstretched, and he was very hesitant.

Chen Ying had a moment of amnesia, forgot who she was, why she was here, and where she was going.

The lights of the teaching building are like a moon hanging in the distant sky, far away.

"Hmm..." Chen Ying echoed with a single syllable, tried her best to stop her sobbing and stood up, and ran straight towards the teaching building. She had already caused a lot of trouble for everyone, and she couldn't go on like this.She didn't know the boy in front of her, and Chen Ying had every reason to believe that he would hold an umbrella for her just out of pity.

Running to the second floor of the stairs in one breath, Chen Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy in black didn't follow.

The moment the class bell rang, the world fell silent instantly.

Gao Lian stood alone in the rain holding a black umbrella, looking at the direction where Chen Ying was running away, pursed his lips, and slowly started to walk back.

No courage.

always like this.

"Ah, you're back." Gu Yuan greeted Gao Lian who walked into the classroom with the bell ringing, "Where did you go?"

"Downstairs, the wind is too strong, it just blew my things down." Gao Lian put away the wet umbrella and hung it on the shelf at the back door, then raised the brown enveloped pencil case in his hand.

There is no sign of rain on it.

Gu Yuan squinted at the pouring rain outside the window, raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not expose Gao Lian's lie.

Everyone has secrets, and there's no need to delve into little lies.

"Chen Ying, what's the matter with you? Why did you get yourself so wet?"

On the podium of Class [-], a bald middle-aged man frowned and looked at Chen Ying who was standing at the back door of the classroom. The girl's hair was drenched with rain, dripping wetly, and her hands and fingers were entangled. Turning around in front of him, with his head down and his chest in his chest, he didn't say a word under the gaze of the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Facing the questioning from teacher Jia Ping, the class teacher, Chen Ying did not make any answer.

"Hey, go back to your seat, let's start class."

Jia Ping sighed helplessly, then picked up the chalk on the podium and started writing on the blackboard.

Chen Ying nodded, and silently walked to the seat in the corner of the back row of the classroom.

The moment he sat down, a crumpled piece of paper was thrown over.

"What's wrong?" Juanxiu's handwriting was followed by a cute smiling face of a bear.

Chen Ying turned her head and saw that it was Roy.

Luo Yi is Chen Ying's deskmate, a naturally dull girl who has all the fantasies that a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl can have. Her grades are average, she is positive and optimistic, her emotions are always high for no reason, and she is always full of energy. The way he looks, he is a talkative friend with everyone in the class.

Naturally, Chen Ying is also included, but what is more special is that Luo Yi is Chen Ying's only friend.

"cheer up!"

Roy threw another note, this time a muscular man with his hands raised like a bodybuilder was drawn on the back, and beside it was written "cheer up!"

The lines between the words are filled with warmth that doesn't match this heavy rainy day, and Chen Ying seems to be able to hear Luo Yi's excited voice from those few Chinese characters.

She turned her head to look at Roy, smiled slightly, then shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

As a girl with twin ponytails, Roy returned her childish scissorhands, then opened her mouth and said silently, "How about going to eat dessert after class?"

Even without a voice, Chen Ying could still feel the tenderness conveyed by Luo Yi.

Even if people all over the world hate me, despise me and don't understand me, I don't have the burden at this moment, because I know that there is one of the most stupid fools in this world who will always treat me sincerely.Only she wants me to be happy from the bottom of her heart, only she can understand my slightly wrinkled mood, and only she will say to me "If you are not happy, tell me."

Having one such person in your life is enough.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he replied with a soft "hmm".

Self-study is over in the evening. After school, Chen Ying is walking home alone. The street lights have been turned on. People are coming and going on the wide street. The colorful lights on the square not far away and the neon lights of the surrounding buildings complement each other. bustling.

The colored lights shone in the depths of Chen Ying's eyes, making her feel as if she had fallen into a dream.

Due to her mother's insistence, Chen Ying became one of the few day students in Nanhua High School.

Every time Chen Ying passes through the gate with a blue access pass, Chen Ying will feel inexplicably happy, like a bird that has been in a cage for a long time and has returned to the vast sky.

Chen Ying looked up at the starless night sky. The dark blue sky above her head was dyed into a dark yellow with faint corners in the neon halo. The humid wind at night merged with the sounds of passing cars and people on the street. Together, cool and wet, the whole world seems false and philistine.

She didn't walk towards the urban area, but towards the further development zone.

On the gradually quiet road, the cool rain was caught in the wet wind and flowed over Chen Ying's face, arms and knees little by little. The temperature of hands and feet was slowly swept away, and the smell of autumn gradually became stronger.

a little cold.

When she walked to the gate of the community, Chen Ying rubbed the bare skin of her arms with her palms while walking.On both sides of the not-so-wide road are planted sycamores that have not been pruned, and the branches and leaves are swaying, covering the already dark sky.

On the left side of the road is the magnificent high-tech industrial area, and on the right side are residential buildings that look old and in disrepair. The contrast is sharp, like an oil painting that was abandoned by the author after half of the coloring. It is a waste product with only scribbled line draft.

I heard from my father that the place will be demolished soon, but Chen Ying grew up from ten to 16 years old, and the clear dividing line of the city still hasn't moved a bit.

My eyes are sore and swollen, and my throat is burning. I've been drenched in too much rain today, so I don't know if I will have a fever.

Chen Ying sniffed silently and continued walking forward.

"Yo, isn't this Xiaoying? You came back so late."

When I walked downstairs, I met Aunt Wu who lived upstairs. This chubby aunt with wavy hair is always enthusiastic and always greets others with her loud voice.

Just like Luo Yi, Chen Ying thought, although the two are completely different in reality, she just couldn't help thinking about it.

"Well, the evening self-study get out of class just ended." Chen Ying replied in a very soft voice, 45:[-], it was already very late, and she didn't want to disturb the neighbors who were already resting.

"It's hard, isn't it? As expected of a student in a key high school, he has to study until late every day, unlike the kid in my family, who idles around every day and doesn't know what he is doing. Look at you, you have only been in school for less than two months, and you can't wait until now. I've lost so much weight. Well, it would be great if Wu Xin could work as hard as you, and his father and I wouldn't have to worry so much every day..."

Aunt Wu said to herself, this is probably one of the skills that middle-aged women in their 40s are best at. Even if no one is talking to her, she can continue to speak impassionedly.The fat body is producing words continuously, even if the brain sometimes cannot keep up with the progress of production, the mouth will spit out all of them without stopping.

"Actually, it's okay." Chen Ying echoed. Aunt Wu's child used to be a junior high school classmate with her. Although they were in different classes, Wu Xin's name was known to everyone in that small junior high school.Fighting, skipping classes, forming cliques, almost all things related to bad students, all things that violate school spirit and discipline, Wu Xin will not be absent.

Chen Ying doesn't like Wu Xin, but Wu Xin likes Chen Ying.

"Xiaoying, if you have time on weekends, can you help with Wu Xin's homework? Although he is in a vocational high school, his father and I still hope that he can learn something seriously." When we parted, Wu The aunt smiled and asked, "I told his father that he would not listen to him if he taught him, but this child has listened to you since he was a child. Maybe you can teach him that he can listen to it."

"Well... goodbye, auntie." Chen Ying nodded, and then closed the door.

The moment the iron door closed, all voices were silenced behind him.

Chen Ying leaned back against the door, the cold touch slowly flowed through her heart like spring water, gradually soaking her body...

"Huh—" She let out a long breath.

"Xiaoying is back?" The voice with a prolonged ending came from the kitchen. A woman with a single ponytail and a dirty pink apron was making egg custard in the kitchen. It was Chen Ying's mother Liu Lin.In her impression, her mother seems to have always been such an energetic image, no matter when she was teaching in junior high school or at home.

My father was sitting on the sofa watching TV. In the news, a man with handsome features in a suit was broadcasting every detail of what happened in the world today in the most standard Mandarin.

Seeing his daughter coming back, the father stood up from the sofa and walked to the door, only to find that the daughter was carrying a schoolbag on her shoulders.

When his fingers touched the jagged shoulder bones, his father's heart trembled involuntarily.

"It's been hard work... let's rest for a while."

"Xiaoying, come and eat this. I just made it." The mother came out with the egg custard, "take a rest, and then go back to the room to do the set of math papers. I made a special trip to visit my boss today." Classmate, according to the information I got from him, it is said that this paper was written by a famous math teacher in your school, named Zou Ming, Xiaoying, do you know?"

"A Lin, Xiaoying is so tired, don't let her do the paper." The father frowned and said, "Look at how thin she is."

"Isn't studying just hard work? As a teacher, I don't know. Alas, but suffering is just three years of hard work. Only by suffering can you be a master." Mother supported Chen Ying's shoulders and let her She sat at the dining table with a gentle tone, "Eat more to make up."

"That's what I said, but it's also..."

"Don't talk about it. With your education, don't talk to me as a teacher about how to educate children. Xiaoying can be admitted to Nanhua High School. I have to have half of the credit except for her own efforts. Enjoying such a good time How can education resources be wasted?"

In the 90s, my father failed the college entrance examination and did not pass the undergraduate course, but went to a junior college, while my mother went to Beijing Normal University.

The suppression of academic qualifications, coupled with economic pressure.The mother, who is the main source of income for the family, has always had the absolute say in the family.

"I'm done eating. I'm going to make papers." Seeing what her father wanted to say, Chen Ying drank the egg custard in one gulp. The hot touch burned her throat and tongue, and the moment she pushed open the door of the room, Tears flowed down involuntarily again, trickling down the cheeks and into the corners of the mouth.

It tastes like egg custard with soy sauce, salty.

(End of this chapter)