Zheng Yucheng, who suffered from a severe cold, was lying alone in the room. If his sister Zheng Yuqi, who was a nurse in Ancheng Hospital, could come to visit him at home, she would definitely put a cold towel on his forehead and give him medicine, but she chose not to. He refused Yucheng's request because of his busy family affairs. At this moment, the pain all over his body was already too much for him to endure, and to silently endure the second devastation from his soul alone was undoubtedly the saddest thing in the world for him.
"Hey! Mom, you said Seungmei came back to your place with her two children, right?", "I know she is afraid that I will infect my children with illness, but what about me! Has she ever thought that I can't even I don't even have the energy to pour a cup of hot water! I might have to lie hungry all night, and then go to work with a more serious illness!" If it were normal, even if Li Chengmei took the child back to her parents' house after a disagreement, he would Not that angry, but this night was really hard.
"Senior, I felt something was wrong with your face while eating. Are you sick? Doesn't it matter?", "Why haven't you replied yet? Are you asleep? Or?", "Remember to receive the red envelope after you wake up! It's not much. , I just want to treat you to a nutritious breakfast." This is the first time in ten years that I have tasted the feeling of being held in someone's hand. Every word flying from Song Zhuxuan's fingertips is like a little spring rain soaking the body. Generally soothing.
"I feel really bad, and I really want to see you right away." A line of words was typed quickly on the phone screen, but when he was about to press the delivery button, Zheng Yucheng hesitated. "Are you kidding me? Since I can't promise her future, why should I give her hope?" In the end, Yucheng's nails left a deep mark in the dialog box. He knew that no matter how much he wanted to see her, he couldn't change the fact that it was a done deal.
In less than two seconds before he quickly deleted the text, two pictures of geraniums once again floated into his eyes that were blurred by fever. According to the encyclopedia, the flower language of red geraniums is "You are in my world and can never be erased." The meaning of pink geraniums is "I am always behind you, happy for your happiness." I also thought of this when I saw it, Zheng Yucheng's heart twitched involuntarily. Gradually, he began to lose control of his thoughts, and tears fell on the dark phone screen.
It was so quiet in the room, and gradually there was only quiet and even breathing...
Tick-tock-tock, that was the sound of the second hand moving, click-click, click-click, and at the moment when the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand were about to overlap, Zheng Yucheng's dark eyes gradually took on a brilliant color.
The university campus was so quiet that the only sound was the soft sound of rapeseed flowers swaying in the wind. The blue sky slipped through the gaps between the trees, and the sun dropped thousands of golden threads among the students after class. Pei Kemian and Zheng Yucheng, riding bicycles one after the other to catch up with the school workers in the cafeteria, became the only two moving points in the static scene.
On the same evening, Song Zhuxuan, known as the campus beauty of Ann University, was sitting in the music classroom quietly playing the piano. The colorful rays of sunlight dispersed the night and formed a dazzling halo on the top of her hair. Along with the rhythm of gurgling water, Song Zhuxuan kept swaying her exquisite curves, and the corners of her clothes fluttered gently in the wind, slowly revealing her skin that was more flawless than a gardenia.
Under the increasingly deep and distant sky, dark leaves swayed gently on the tall branches. Across a wide road, Pei Kemian and Zheng Yucheng looked at each other and smiled, then drove to different intersections.
"Finally, there is only the last box of lunch left. The address is the music classroom, and the pick-up person is Song Zhuxuan.", "Song Zhuxuan! It's really her, that's great. I only volunteered in the cafeteria to meet the goddess!" Zheng Yucheng turned to look at the light-filled window. At that moment, the face of the goddess Song Zhuxuan emerged from his heart, and was looming in the flying white window screen.
After running up the stairs quickly, Zheng Yucheng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fair forehead and hands. Just when his fingertips were almost touching the edge of the ajar door, Song Zhuxuan inside the door began to use A sweet voice whispered to the piano.
The door opened and closed like a fan in the breeze. Sitting facing the window, Song Zhuxuan's fingers, as delicate as white porcelain, were slightly glowing with a bright silver light, which was still faintly flashing on her black hair. Silver starlight. Just looking at the graceful back, that charming face slowly floated out of his heart and gradually melted into Zheng Yucheng's eyes. At that moment, the sound of the piano in the door seemed to be testing someone's bottom line. Zheng Yucheng's chest began to thump like a drum, and his hand couldn't help but slowly stretched towards Song Zhuxuan's shoulder.
"Hey! Classmate, I told you to come in, don't stand in this blockage!" Just as Zheng Yucheng's feet touched the marble floor of the music classroom, a loud noise came from behind him, and then Two more gusts of air came from his shoulders, which were stronger than the strong wind brought by the propellers of a helicopter. Everything in front of him lost its luster at the moment he fell.
The melodious music of the piano stopped suddenly. Song Zhuxuan took a breath of air in shock, turned around and looked outside, and saw Zheng Yucheng staring back at her with his arms stretched out and trembling eyes. Perhaps it was because Zheng Yucheng's bitter smile that stood on end made a stronger impression on people than those students who rushed forward to express their feelings. A charming smile gradually appeared on the corners of Song Zhuxuan's lips, and there was a little moisture in his eyes that seemed to be shrouded in night dew.
"Classmate, are you okay?" The moment Zheng Yucheng raised his hand high to touch the door handle, a warm hand traveled through the dreamland and gently covered the back of his hand. Suddenly, Zheng Yucheng's whole body was tingling with excitement. , as if he might fall into coma at any time.
"When rapeseed flowers are all over the mountains and fields, it would be such a beautiful scene if I could put on a windbreaker and walk on campus with Song Zhuxuan!" Zheng Yucheng, who was completely immersed in the fairy tale world, smiled secretly, and his chest was about to burst.
"Classmate, classmate, are you okay?" Song Zhuxuan looked at Zheng Yucheng in confusion. For some reason, the reckless boy was so happy that he could not breathe coherently.
"Classmate, let me help you get up. The ground is cold." Zheng Yucheng's eyes were filled with confusion. Song Zhuxuan slowly approached him and his face became increasingly crimson like the burning clouds that day.
"Joohyun!"
Just like Zeus who turned into a golden rain and fell beside the beautiful Danai in Greek mythology, Zheng Yucheng's admiration for Song Zhuxuan was unreservedly revealed at the corner of his mouth. Song Zhuxuan tightened his fingers, and then slowly pulled away the hand that was touching his cold palm.
Zheng Yucheng's dreamy eyes couldn't help but become frightened, and Song Zhuxuan showed him an unpredictable smile. When the shadow gradually enveloped her rose-like face from left to right, her whole body once again exuded a sense of arrogant indifference. And according to Zheng Yucheng's visual inspection, she didn't seem to be walking towards him, so "damn it" she was dreaming again just now.
"Oh! That music classroom is very spacious, and even the floor is so smooth. By the way, junior girl, what you just played was Mozart's serenade."
Song Zhuxuan laughed silently and nodded slightly. Her fingers returned to the keys again, but she did not turn around, but looked at Zheng Yucheng's face carefully.
Zheng Yucheng has thought about the scene of staring at the goddess countless times, especially now that Song Zhuxuan is no longer a distant dream, it is at least a one in ten thousand possibility. At that moment, the twinkling spots in Zheng Yucheng's eyes turned into two huge pearls.
"It's indeed a serenade. But senior, you are here to deliver food. If it breaks, it will break. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Because I have been losing weight. The most important thing is that none of these meals were ordered by me. of."
"And from now on, any meal with my name on it, senior, please take it back to eat or help me dispose of it."
The air suddenly became suffocating. Song Zhuxuan was indeed staring down at him, but the aura emanating from her body was arrogant and domineering. Thinking of his reckless behavior just now, Zheng Yucheng, who was immersed in happiness, suddenly changed from the joy on his face to worry.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for delaying your practice time. I'm sorry." Zheng Yucheng's back suddenly became stiff. He stood up hurriedly, glanced at Song Zhuxuan for the last time, and then staggered back.
To Song Zhuxuan, Zheng Yucheng's depressed face was as twisted as white window paper. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she smiled maliciously.
"Ah!" Unknowingly, Zheng Yucheng's tight body had hit the chin of Meng Tingchen (a rich man and a fan of Song Zhuxuan). Just when Meng Tingchen's fists and kicks were about to break out like a rainstorm, Zheng Yucheng, who had rushed behind, hugged his abdomen.
On a rainy and foggy night, the fine rainwater shone diagonally through the delicate and dense rapeseed flowers on the light blue stone platform. Pei Kemian looked at Zheng Yucheng, while Zheng Yucheng looked at the rainy sky in trance. A breeze blew the leaves lightly, and then Zheng Yucheng The face as delicate as white porcelain and the straight nose were stained with transparent raindrops. He lowered his head and looked at the corner of his shirt that was blown gently by the wind.
"You were beaten until your nose was bruised and your face was swollen, but you still have time to think about good things?! Do you know? The top student at the same level as you is now so depressed that he is almost emaciated into a rib because he failed to be hired by the company of his choice! How about we leave school early and make two quick bucks to start a business?"
Pei Kemian held up an umbrella with one hand to cover Zheng Yucheng's face, and gently held his arm with the other. Zheng Yucheng limped along and gently covered his upper abdomen with his hands. Fortunately, Pei Kemian was in time and helped him wipe away the nosebleed in a secluded corner, so Zheng Yucheng's appearance did not fluctuate much. However, if you look carefully, you can see that there is a faint bruise on his forehead and a little redness and swelling on the bridge of his nose.
"Senior Zhuhyun, do you like shopping or watching movies?", "Muse, you look so good in purple, you are youthful and elegant.", "Muse, I heard that you also like to listen to symphonies, this is my new The tape I bought." "What's a broken tape? Zhuxuan, this is the latest bag. My father asked a friend overseas to buy it. Do you like it?" The flattering voice faintly reached Zheng Yucheng through the mottled shrubs. In the ears, there was a chirping and ticking sound, like two gears grinding against each other, becoming increasingly sharp and harsh.
"Why don't you answer my question? Brother Yucheng, when we make a lot of money, we can have a beautiful woman! Aren't you still tempted?"
Zheng Yucheng suddenly stared at Pei Kemian fiercely, as if his eyes were about to spew out lava. This also foreshadowed his next actions, but he did not stop when Meng Tingchen turned around angrily, but when Song Zhuxuan raised the corners of his lips mockingly at Meng Tingchen.
"It does look good, but it looks like a new bag I picked randomly at the counter." Looking at Meng Tingchen's tightened chin, Song Zhuxuan's smile became more and more unrestrained.
"Sorry, I only carry global limited editions. Perhaps this trivial point is the difference between a true aristocrat and a nouveau riche."
Song Zhuxuan was laughing at Meng Tingchen, who was known as the Prince of An. Her eyes lazily glanced down at the most eye-catching name tag on the bag, and then she wrapped the bag strap around her wrist like a ribbon. "It doesn't feel right, it looks like a high imitation. I think it must be a trick played by your father's friends." Song Zhuxuan's fingers slid to the bottom of the bag again. This time her voice was low, but it could still make people feel. Everyone around heard it.
Meng Tingchen almost ran away and was driven out of the pavilion. The umbrella he held had no holes, but the rain still flowed down his face, especially his long eyelashes, which were dotted with dense raindrops. Through his straight suit, his shoulders were shaking and his teeth were shaking. Gurgling and grinding.
"Did you see the girl walking towards us? She is Song Zhuxuan from the music department. She is the fantasy of all the boys in Andan University. I heard that she represented the school to perform at the Golden Hall abroad a while ago. I don't know yet. She is the goddess in so many people's dreams!" Pei Kemian said eloquently.
"They say that anyone with long eyes will definitely like her. Brother Yucheng, what you have in your eyes right now is..."
A breeze hangs down from the dense acacia trees. In addition to the fragrance of the trees, Song Zhuxuan's unique perfume is also floating in the wind. At the moment when Zheng Yucheng was stunned, Song Zhuxuan had already passed by him, but he was not in a hurry to walk away. Under the dim light, her skin was as clear as water, her eyes were dark and innocent, and the two blushes lit by fluorescent lights looked more like she had absorbed many rose-colored dreams.
Zheng Yucheng's body was trembling, he was so nervous that he couldn't even open his mouth, and his breathing was coming and going.
