Because the school bell had not yet rang, and Lin Nianhe and the others had not arrived at the village primary school, the news of her return had spread to everyone in the village primary school.
Therefore, when the three of them rode two bicycles to the school, many people were already gathered around the school gate.
Among them were Principal Wu, who was full of worries, and Zhou Chujiang, whom Su Yuncheng was looking for.
"Has the fever subsided? Have you prescribed medicine? Have you eaten? You look so pale, why didn't you come here after a good rest? Be obedient and come back to class after you've finished."
Principal Wu grabbed Lin Nianhe's arm, and after testing her body temperature, he felt that Lin Nianhe's face was not good, so he frowned and urged her to go back to rest.
Lin Nianhe held her arm with a smile: "I'm fine, principal. My fever went away last night. I also had lunch. I had chicken stewed with mushrooms at a state-owned restaurant... You see, I can run and jump. If you don’t delay class, at worst I’ll just sit and give lectures.”
Principal Wu frowned. Just when he was about to speak, he felt his throat was itchy. He turned away and covered his mouth, coughing several times in succession.
Lin Nianhe quickly patted her back and said, "Look, you are talking about me. You are the one who really should rest."
Principal Wu coughed a few times, regained his breath, and said harshly: "I'm just choking, nothing's wrong."
Her cough is an old problem. The weather has been cold recently and her cough has become more frequent. It is much better than in previous years.
Without Lin Nianhe opening her mouth, Wang Shumei parked her bicycle and held onto Principal Wu's other arm: "You have to take a good rest even if you're choking. The doctor said Nianhe is fine, so don't worry about her."
"That's right, I'm fine..."
The two of them sang and talked in harmony, and helped Principal Wu into her room.
Zhou Chujiang's eyes followed Lin Nianhe's movement. Before he took a few glances, his eyes were occupied by an earthy color.
He took two steps back and took a closer look. It was an envelope.
Looking along the hand holding the envelope, Su Yuncheng's face came into view.
Zhou Chujiang opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Su Yuncheng handed the envelope to him: "Your uncle asked me to bring you a letter."
Zhou Chujiang was surprised.
His old, rough uncle who only scolded him would actually write to him? Has the sun come out in the west?
Zhou Chujiang took the letter in a daze, and when he saw the crooked words on the envelope, he curled his lips in disgust.
This kind of calligraphy, where every stroke falls unexpectedly, is indeed his uncle's handwriting.
He didn't read the letter, but glanced at the students who were scattering, and then at Su Yuncheng.
He licked his lower lip and couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him for a long time: "So, Comrade Su, are you and Teacher Lin in a relationship?"
Zhou Chujiang's stay in the educated youth spot was not in vain. At least he knew that Xie Yufei and Lin Nianhe were just good friends since childhood.
So Su Yuncheng...
Zhou Chujiang thought, since Xie Yufei had a misunderstanding, why couldn't Su Yuncheng also have a misunderstanding?
Su Yuncheng frowned and looked at the idiot in front of him, and a strong urge to slap him to death welled up in his heart.
"Brother Yun Cheng."
Lin Nianhe's soft voice sounded behind Su Yuncheng.
The annoyance in Su Yuncheng's heart was swept away, he turned to look at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Are you busy this afternoon? Are you busy?" Lin Nianhe walked up to him and looked at him with his head slightly raised.
There was a smile on her lips. There were many people nearby, but she only had him in her eyes.
Su Yuncheng didn't know if she heard Zhou Chujiang's question, and he didn't care.
He said: "I'm not busy. I've finished my work and there's nothing much going on recently."
He will be at ease until the next task arises.
Lin Nianhe looked at him expectantly: "Then can you help me move the table in our classroom? Uncle Li's materials are too solid, I can't move it."
Su Yuncheng agreed without thinking: "Okay, let's go."
As soon as Lin Nianhe raised his lips, he heard a sentence coming from somewhere not far away: "You can't lift a hammer... Isn't it time for you, a melon girl, to hold a cow baby and make noises?"
Lin Nianhe's smile froze for a moment and then continued to rise. She looked at Su Yuncheng as if nothing happened, as if asking: I can move it, but I just want you to help me, okay?
Su Yuncheng didn't seem to hear what Wen said. He took Lin Nianhe's book and asked her, "Is it too late now? How about I help you move it during the next class break?"
"Okay, then where will you wait for me?"
"Can I go to your classroom?"
"Aren't you bored?"
"No, I like to watch you...lecturing."
"That's good."
The two of them walked away as if no one was around, leaving Zhou Chujiang standing there holding the letter, quietly listening to the sound of heartbreak.
His question no longer needed an answer.
His heart was broken into countless pieces.
A student passed by, saw his sad face, and asked with concern: "Teacher Zhou, are you okay?"
Zhou Chujiang came back to his senses and tried to maintain his strong character: "It's okay, I just miss my brother-in-law." After saying that, in order to match his words, he immediately tore open the envelope.
A thin piece of letter paper was filled with messy words like "dog crawling".
"You little bastard, get as far away from Comrade Lin as I can. My mother-in-law has a rival. If you dare to get in front of him, I will break your legs..."
After Zhou Chujiang read this letter without even a signature, he was extremely sure that it was written by his brother-in-law.
This tone, these dirty words, these typos, this style of breaking things if they don't agree with each other... can only be the handiwork of his brother-in-law.
Zhou Chujiang held the letter and suddenly felt that the whole world was against his love.
ah!
His lover!
It's gone before you even touch it!
ah!
His sorrow!
Bigger than the rice eaten by sparrows!
…
In the first-grade classroom, Lin Nianhe suddenly shivered.
Su Yuncheng asked her: "Is it cold?"
Lin Nianhe shook his head: "No, I just feel like I'm being targeted by resentment."
Su Yuncheng laughed dumbly and said softly: "Don't believe those idealistic rhetoric."
Lin Nianhe turned around, looked at him and whispered: "Idealism also has some benefits."
"Huh?" Su Yuncheng looked at her with interest, "What's the benefit?"
"for example--"
"I can look forward to seeing you again in the next life."
Lin Nianhe's eyebrows were curved, and her black and white eyes looked at her reflection in his eyes.
For a moment, Su Yuncheng felt that Lin Nianhe's words kept lingering in his ears, hitting his heart over and over again.
He felt like he might have a fever too, and his breath was extremely hot.
His ears were red and his face was red. He looked at Lin Nianhe and didn't know how to respond to this sentence.
However, Lin Nianhe refused to let him go.
She asked, "What do you think of this benefit?"
Su Yuncheng's breathing became more rapid.
His lips moved, and even though he hadn't thought about it yet, he still let out a short "hmm" in a low voice.
He was afraid that his slow answer would make her misunderstand that he didn't want to see her again.
But after the answer, he was not satisfied. Such a simple word seemed to be too much to deal with.
But he was not good at words, and he racked his brains and couldn't figure out how to express her better.
Su Yuncheng frowned unconsciously and thought hard.
(End of chapter)
