Chapter 13 Thirteen. Do you like Teng Zhen?

Does she like Teng Zhen? Zhang Xiaoman stood there quietly. He didn't say a word about Liang Shengmei's attack. Was it out of guilt like me? So what about the panic at the moment? Like me, does she like Teng Zhen very much? The tide of discussion is receding from me.I remembered how I felt when I first met Teng Zhen. Vertigo made me sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and when I heard his greeting, I turned my head, raised my face, and saw the lights behind him, outlining a dazzling silhouette. I had no feelings for this lively half-grown boy in the crowd, but I still remember that when I saw him fourteen years later, my heart suddenly ached tenderly.

I'm not sure if Zhang Xiaoman, who has been to Taiwan and her parents are too busy to bring her meals, will grow up to be me more than ten years later without deviation, I'm afraid not. However, she looked at Teng Zhen's eyes. After the event in Shanghai, when I got home, I received an email from the organizer in my mailbox. The photographer they invited took pictures on the cruise ship, and one of them was me and Teng Zhen. There is only one back view of Teng Zhen, and I am facing the camera.With my arms leaning on the railing, my back slumped down like a cat stretching its waist, the soft luster of my long hair seemed to invite the other party to touch my head, I turned my face sideways, raised my head slightly, and the light in my eyes was brighter than in the background every light of the

When a person has love in his heart, it will overflow from his eyes and cannot be hidden. I've looked at him that way.Did he see it? Now I see love clearly in the eyes of another Zhang Xiaoman. I should have expected it.This morning, when Teng Zhen showed up at the door of the class to tell me to get out, she was secretly nervous and excited, although she tried her best to hide it, there was still nothing to hide. Girl, what are you panicking about now?Are you afraid that Teng Zhen will misunderstand you as an informer? "Shut the fuck up!" I used up all the remaining strength in Wang Pingping's body and roared to the audience.

"it's me." Everyone looked at me quietly and blinked. I looked at Zhang Xiaoman, hoping she could understand my intentions. "I was the one who pulled the inside of my pants yesterday." Xing Guizhi suddenly raised her head and stared at me blankly. "Impossible!" The Communist Youth League Secretary who was very supportive of me jumped up first, "Your pants obviously—" "Zhang Xiaoman and Xing Guizhi helped me get the same pair of pants," I explained, "I'm sick so I just came to report now. The sequelae of the illness is a little incontinence, but it's almost gone. Just in case, I always I have several pairs of trousers. Yesterday was my first day of school and I was so nervous that I fell ill."

The league secretary couldn't believe it, and couldn't keep his mouth shut. "I apologize to everyone. I was wrong yesterday. Don't blame each other because of me. I can't stand it. I'll take the initiative to say it." I turned to Jiang He: "Don't blame Xing Guizhi, it has nothing to do with her. Both she and Zhang Xiaoman kept secrets for me, so they couldn't defend themselves. So I have to stand up." After I finished speaking, the preparatory bell for the first class in the afternoon rang. Teachers walked over from the office building one after another. The students dispersed with a bang and went back to their respective classes.

I heard the party secretary was still arguing with the girl with glasses at the same table, and the party secretary firmly believed that it was not me, and the woman with glasses scoffed: "It's not her, why did she take things on her? Are you sick? It's an honor to pull your pants?!" What a sharp girl! I was also planning to follow the crowd into the class, and I accidentally bumped into a certain classmate with my shoulder, and he bounced off instinctively, avoiding me a long way, and covered his nose with his hand, as if I still had shit on me. I couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Although they are all little bastards that I don't know and don't care about, it would be a lie to say that they are not sad. Do you know how charming and popular I am? Forget it, you won't know. The crowd poured into the class from both sides of me in the posture of Moses dividing the Red Sea.As a lonely transfer student, no one spoke to me.In the end, only Zhang Xiaoman, Teng Zhen, Jiang He, Liang Shengmei and Xing Guizhi were left in the corridor. Jiang He faltered and didn't know what to say, and in the end he couldn't form an independent sentence. He scratched the back of his head and returned to work as if fleeing.

Liang Shengmei seemed to be struck by lightning, and now she was relieved, looked at me suspiciously, moved her lips, and pushed Xing Guizhi, who was squatting on the ground and petrified, and asked in a low voice: "What she said is true ?” Xing Guizhi didn't speak. In fact, I really want to know how Liang Shengmei and Xing Guizhi became friends. Many years later, there was no Liang Shengmei in the group photo of Xing Guizhi's wedding banquet guests, but it seems that their relationship is very good now. Zhang Xiaoman came over suddenly and took my hand, very like a bestie, with sweaty palms.

I was taken aback. "Let's go back to class," she said calmly, glanced at Liang Shengmei and Xing Guizhi, and finally her gaze stayed on Teng Zhen, and she bowed slightly, "Goodbye, senior." Teng Zhen nodded with a serious face, and glanced at me complicatedly. What a fart.It's none of your business, you see, it's been so lively for a long time, and the elders still love to gossip so much. But as soon as I entered the door, Zhang Xiaoman let go of my hand. We walked one after the other, and I tried my best to ignore the indescribable stares of the whole class. Fortunately, I sat in the first row and could face everything with the back of my head.

The first class in the afternoon was a politics class, which was very boring. The teacher was very old, wearing reading glasses, and read according to the textbook, regardless of the buzzing voices in the classroom.Behind me, the girl with glasses used a voice that she thought was very small but could still be heard by me, pulling the group secretary to discuss what kind of sequelae of the disease can make people incontinent, and whether I will become incontinent again in the next few days, and whether Wang Pingping can help Think about it, everyone, come back to class after a complete recovery...

Zhang Xiaoman still lowered his head coldly to write the math workbook, using the politics class as a self-study class. Hey girl, what's the matter with you, I've done you such a big favor, why don't you say thank you to me? Why is she so cold?Is she me? Was she possessed by a ghost when she went to Taiwan? I groaned angrily for a while, but soon couldn't hold it anymore.I suffered from insomnia last night and was forced to get up early today. I couldn't bear the routine of a high school student at all, and I was so sleepy that I wanted to die. Just go to sleep, sleep until school is over, and stop entangled with these little bastards. I leaned my face against the table and lay down peacefully.With my eyes half-opened and half-closed, I seemed to see Zhang Xiaoman looking at me hesitating to speak, and only for a moment, he returned to the state of concentrating on working on the exercise book, as if it was an illusion before I fell into a dream. I don't know who bumped into my table when passing by, which woke me up.The classroom was very noisy. I felt that I should be drooling, and the corners of my mouth were cold, so I didn’t get up in a hurry. I just groped in the desk with my hands and took out a tissue, covered my mouth, and then slowly got up. Wipe the table without a trace. Glancing at the wall clock above the classroom, school is over, and the students on duty are cleaning the blackboard, making dust in the front row, and Zhang Xiaoman is standing beside him collecting his schoolbags. I fell asleep in the four middle classes of politics, mathematics, English, and self-study.How afraid are the teachers of this school that Wang Pingping will seek death? Can they let her be so arrogant? After thinking about it, I fell down on the table again.I'd better wait for these students to leave and I'll get up again. I don't want to make eye contact with them. It's safer for Wang Pingping to be beaten by everyone now. By the way, when I close my eyes, I can still recall the dream just now. I dreamed of Teng Zhen. It was Teng Zhen when he was a teenager.Wearing a white shirt that is standard for school grass all over the world, sitting on the abandoned wall filled with weeds, smiling slightly, he said to me, how about you draw me. So I really started to draw him, conscientiously composed the picture, outlined the outline, my hands were shaking a little, and the tone was not straight. I only remember this scene, looking down is him out of shape on the drawing board, and looking up is the boy with a gentle smile. Just like the day when I was thirty, the setting sun shone from behind him, dazzled my eyes. The color of the dream faded quickly, but I could still feel the throbbing. Suddenly Zhang Xiaoman touched my arm and asked softly, "Can I talk to you?" I went with her to the rooftop of the office building where I chatted with Xing Guizhi yesterday.The sun has not yet set, and half of a face is exposed on the horizon at the end of the wasteland, like a drop of red ink that is about to soak. The sky is full of red clouds. "I really didn't say anything about Xing Guizhi behind my back." Zhang Xiaoman stood on my left with his head half down, and started with this sentence. "I believe it." I shrugged. "Why? Why do you trust me?" "Tell the truth or lie?" I teased her. She tilted her head and looked at me innocently, it was so cute. I can't help but admire my skin again. "I'm not kidding you. It's a lie. I think everything is a misunderstanding. How could you do such an immoral thing!" "...The truth?" She frowned. "You are prettier than her, and you have nothing against her. What's more, she likes Jiang He, and Jiang He likes you. Putting all these together, no matter how you reason, she should be the one who cheated you, not you, right? You're ruining her reputation." What are you trying to do? You can never do a leak-proof thing like a whistleblower, and you will be so stupid if you make your whole body dirty for nothing?" She probably didn't expect that someone could evaluate the relationship between people in such a straightforward and shameless way.When we were students, everyone still had moral shackles. They all wore fig leafs and declared that everyone is equal. Beauty on the outside is not as beautiful as the beauty on the heart. As long as you work hard, anyone can get the first place in the exam... Refusing to admit it, this is also a small bloodthirsty society with hierarchies and unfairness. Even if she is not Zhang Xiaoman, but some other beautiful woman who has nothing to do with me, I will still speculate like this.Of course, if Xing Guizhi's role was replaced by Liang Shengmei, I might not be so sure. Slandering the big beauty Liang Shengmei is probably what the little devil in every girl wants to do. Zhang Xiaoman was silent for a while, and said slowly: "When Liang Shengmei accused me, oh, Liang Shengmei is that good friend of Xing Guizhi, you may not know her. She targeted me, but I didn't defend myself, because I had no intention of offending her before. It was my fault, so I don't want to argue with her.—It's true, don't you believe?" "I believe." The hesitation caused by Taiwan has dissipated a lot.Zhang Xiaoman in front of her was carrying the same guilt as me. Fortunately, she told me that it turned out that I did not repay Liang Shengmei for nothing. "You took such a big scapegoat today, why? For Xing Guizhi or...me?" "Of course it's you. If I don't come here and try to get the bottom line, how can you explain it to everyone? Besides, that idiot Jiang He is jumping up and down to help. I have to shut you up first." I laughed, "I can't do it for Xing Guizhi." "It's worth it for me?" She looked puzzled, "Once you admit this kind of thing, it's impossible for you to go back on your word. What are you doing? We just met yesterday." I looked at her, and suddenly took out a pencil case and a few pieces of draft paper from the schoolbag at my feet, put them on the guardrail, and wrote a line. "Would you believe me if I told you that we are the same person?" Zhang Xiaoman just glanced at it at first, then smiled helplessly. The moment he was about to hand the paper back to me, his expression suddenly changed. Have you noticed, girl, our handwriting is exactly the same. I have practiced calligraphy since I was a child, and the fonts have been formed in elementary school, and there is no change until I grow up. All the hard corners are as sharp as swords. Looking at Zhang Xiaoman's pale lips, I don't know if she was frightened or regarded me as mentally ill. The joke was a little rushed, and it would be bad if she was too scared to talk to me anymore.Just imagine who can accept that a person who looks different from himself appears out of thin air and says with a shy face that I have the same soul as you-I will call the police if it is me. I hurriedly pulled the words back: "Just kidding, I was also surprised when I found out that our writing is very similar. Look, maybe this is fate." Zhang Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, gave me a white look, and laughed out loud. Very good, keep going steadily, and if I work harder, I might be able to follow her back to No. 6 Ming'an Street to visit my parents as the number one best friend in a while. "By the way," I asked her bluntly, "Do you like Teng Zhen?" Zhang Xiaoman was caught off guard, and his ears turned red instantly.The sun has already set, so she can't lie to me that it was sunburnt. "Don't worry, I won't tell others, just ask." I had already sensed that the sixteen-year-old Zhang Xiaoman was very guarded, and I didn't expect her to reveal her heart to me, so I decided to accept it as soon as I was good, and picked up my schoolbag to signal her to leave the school together. "I met him before school started." Zhang Xiaoman said suddenly. I looked back at her, her clear eyes were full of eagerness to confide. "Before the start of the school year, the school allows the top ten freshmen to register in advance. Every year, there will be a handover ceremony in the first middle school. Wear your badge. I'm here for rehearsal. "The graduates didn't come back, and the seniors from the new senior year took the place of the rehearsal. I saw Senior Teng Zhen at a glance, and I don't know why, but I felt... my heart was pounding." I don't know why, because he is handsome, girl, how about facing your desire? I heard it funny, but there was a sour tenderness in my heart. "When I was queuing up, I intentionally counted the number of him, and I ranked the number of freshmen, so that it happened to be him who wore the school badge for me. "But my efforts were in vain. Before the game, the teacher reorganized the team and asked everyone to line up from one to ten according to the test ranking. Among the freshmen, Liang Shengmei was the first, and among the sophomores, Teng Zhen was the first." She was a little lonely, but soon remembered something and smiled happily. "But I saw him again after the rehearsal! The teacher knew that I was good at painting, and the province was going to hold a painting competition called 'Campus in My Eyes', so I was left alone and asked me to go around the campus and finish the work as soon as possible. .I transferred in school, wondering if it was possible for him not to leave, and if it was possible for the second year of high school to make up classes during the summer vacation... After transferring for a long time, I didn’t see anyone. Later, I was walking on the edge of the playground in a daze, and suddenly someone called me. " My heart was also beating fast - I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a picture in my memory, and it came back to life with her words. "It's Senior Teng Zhen. He said he looked familiar to me, was he from the freshman team just now, and asked me what I was doing. I pretended not to recognize him, and he was a little frustrated." Zhang Xiaoman was a little proud and a little shy, and tied the broken hair around his ears. "I said, the teacher asked me to participate in a drawing competition and draw the most beautiful scenery on campus in my eyes, but I turned around and didn't know what to draw. You would never guess, he actually said—" "He said, how about you draw me." I connect.