Chapter 71 Chapter70 What a pity it's not you

On January 9th, City H ushered in the first snow in 2003, and it flew like catkins, which was no different from the spring feast. I wonder if it has raised too many talented scholars and beauties, and the whole ancient city is doing things day after day The sun and the earth are read poetically. Ah Heng accidentally slipped and fell when receiving water in the morning, broke the kettle, and poured water all over his trouser legs.She couldn't laugh or cry, so she had to throw away the old one to buy a new one. On the way, I met the squad leader, Xiaopang, who was eating steamed stuffed buns. Seeing her, he pulled his pigtails and asked, "Son, how is your study going?"

Ah Heng: "Little Fatty, monitor, do you believe that I can't do it once? I was really a good boy before." Xiaopang blushed from the cold, sniffed his nose, and stuffed the bun: "You pull it down, I will go crazy if I believe you. Well, don't go anywhere today, go to self-study with brother." Xiao Pang is a child who can squeeze into a steamed stuffed bun with a few folds when he smiles. He is kind-hearted and responsible, and he is loved by everyone.But too domineering, in the class is an absolute one-party dictatorship, the master of what he says.He said that Ah Heng was going to go to self-study, and our child had to go. If you were a second late, you would be ashamed and shameless, and you would not be given probation for treason today and treason tomorrow.

Really, old domineering. So Ah Heng could only "oh", carrying the new pot, followed Xiaopang, and wandered to the study room. Near the end of the period, there are many people in the study room, and half of the building is full.Finally, on the fifth floor, I finally saw a person with few people. Just about to go in, Xiao Pang pointed to the two people in the corner of the last row: "Hey, isn't it Senior Brother Gu, that, Du Qing?" Ah Heng took a look, nodded and said yes. Xiaopang wondered, "How did they get together?" Ah Heng smiled: "Where in life do you not meet again, you eat a bun and I buy a pot and I can meet you."

Xiaopang muttered, yes.Suddenly he changed his mind, closed the door, and said righteously: "No, you can't enter this classroom, Wen Heng can't see Gu Feibai." Ah Heng couldn't help but laugh. Wen Heng couldn't see Gu Feibai.This sentence is Xiaopang's famous saying, implicitly expressing Wen Heng's objective embarrassment that he would rush to Gu Tiancai at any time. Little Fatty patted Ah Heng on the shoulder: "Don't stick to him so hotly. It will not be fresh at that time, and your mind will easily grow crooked. Sometimes you cry. Brother is a man, so I know what men think."

Ah Heng said, "Which eye did you see that I was clinging to him?" Xiaopang patted the snow on the schoolbag and said, "It's not sticky either. How should I say it? It should be that you rely on him, and you can't see him...you get flustered, let me tell you." Ah Heng: "It's really... hit the nail on the head." She has been locating her feelings for Gu Feibai, and found that the ones she likes and loves seem to be too far away from her, but she can't see him, and she will unconsciously recall the feeling of being hungry on the bridge with a suitcase in her arms.No security, no security, it's really... hard.

So, reverse thinking, a member of a Wildlife Conservation Association in City B, I don’t know if he thinks the same way, he can really be sure that he doesn’t like it, but he will think of the delicious feeling of ribs. Fatty said: "Have you thought about the future? It's like I'm hurting you by making you study hard. Every day you think about how to earn an extra dollar or two, and if you lose a dollar or two, will you starve to death or something. Teacher Gu Can you be the same brother? If you don’t work hard, let alone follow in the footsteps of others, you will be thrown out of the Sahara. Just for a little money, short-sighted and vulgar!”

Ah Heng bowed his head: "I'm really going to starve to death. I can do anything less." A deflated belly, and a deflated... self-esteem. In the evening, Xiaopang stretched his waist and let him go. Ah Heng hurried back to the dormitory, put down the pot and changed his clothes, and was about to go to work. Du Qing has already returned, and everyone else in the dormitory is also there.Everyone's expressions were a little strange, looking at her, hesitating to speak. Ah Heng was puzzled: "What's the matter?" He lowered his head and found a mess under the bed, the place where the box used to be enlarged was empty.

Ah Heng looked around but didn't see it, and compared the size of the box: "My box, have you seen it?" The mistress in the dormitory has always been outspoken, and couldn't hold back her mouth: "Ah Heng, it's not about you, why didn't you discuss it with everyone when you put such an unlucky thing in the dormitory?" Ah Heng lowered his head. She has no home, where should she put it? Xiaosi said lightly: "Ah Heng, you didn't do it right. Leaving aside the matter of the box, why didn't you explain clearly to everyone about the matter of the second sister and Gu Feibai? She has been wronged a lot, you can't fight I want everyone to love you and ignore the sisterhood."

Ah Heng looked at Du Qing, stretched out his hand, his face was pale: "Where is the box, where is my box?" Du Qing bowed his head: "Aheng, I figured it out, Fei Bai, I won't argue with you anymore. Gu Feibai said that I am stronger than you, and I can be happy without him, but you are different. You have always had a lot of trauma in your heart. Watching Dad suffer a heart attack, from struggling to dying..." I know better than you who wants to listen to you. Ah Heng looked at her, his blood was cold, his heart ached when he inhaled, the knife was gouged out, and after a while, he yelled, "Where's my box?"

Where's the box? She looked around the bedroom blankly, the desk, umbrella, kettle, mirror, slippers, everything was there. But what about the box? where's dad... Xiao Wu couldn't bear it, closed his eyes, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. Ah Heng walked over, step by step, with cold handles, in an unbearably narrow space. On the ground, her big boxes were scattered. A ticket, a ticket to bring her here. A filial piety dress, which she wore when mourning for someone else's father. A wooden sign, the position of the loving father Wen Anguo. Often, when she couldn't bear it, she hid here and cried while hugging her father.

Dad, I also really want to be the good kid everyone likes.But how hard is enough? The floor is so cold, yet they put you on the ground. She turned around and slapped Du Qing hard. "I will never forgive you, never!" she said. She once said: "Dad, I seem to have five more sisters, and they treat me very well." Suddenly, looking at them, the pain in his eyes was no longer there. The big box, the one when it comes, and the one when it leaves, after all, it is still the same one. City B. On the evening of January 9th, Yan Xi had a show, which was an entertainment program. It analyzed a person's program in a comprehensive, multi-level and three-dimensional way. At what age did you still wet the bed, and at what age did you learn to wipe your own butt after defecating? A program that satisfies the audience's bad taste. Yan Xi scolded: "Who came up with such a bad idea?" The director was helpless: "Your fans said that if you are not allowed to appear on this show, ten websites, large and small, will be hacked." Yan Xi was powerless: "Those little girls just love me so much." The director burst into tears: "You don't need to hate us if you love you!" Yan Xi stretched out her hand: "Where's the script?" The director is serious: "We have never had a script for this show. As long as the host masters the progress and rhythm of the show, you can play as you like. Ah, by the way, we will invite two show guests." Yan Xi raised her eyebrows: "Who?" The director was mysterious: "You will know when the time comes. The purpose of our program is to create unexpected effects. By the way, DJ Yan, I remember you can play the piano, and there will be a link to show your talents." Yan Xi said, "What time will it be recorded?" The director muttered: "Live broadcast, probably until the early morning of the 10th." Yan Xi twitched: "I want to know how high the ratings of your show are. You're all asleep in the middle of the night. Who will watch it?" The director said: "Probably on the same rating scale as your Sometime." Yan Xi: "There are so many idle people who don't sleep at night..." After thinking about it, he thought for a while and said, "I'll go to prepare the piano first. Is it ten o'clock tonight? I'll be there on time." Then, he nodded politely, bid farewell and left, finally growing from an arrogant young man into a little gentleman look like. It seems that last night, he was still talking childishly and thinking that violence is innocent, but now, he finally learned to calm down and restrain his emotions, and said "please advise me". Time is a terrible thing. When doing a show at night, the host must say that he knows everything without saying nothing. Yan Xi smiled: "When I was three years old, I secretly hid lollipops and stuffed them under my pillow. My grandpa told me that if I ate the candy, there would be worms in my mouth, and the worms would knock my teeth with a small hammer all day long. I was young and ignorant at that time. , I knew everything without saying anything, but I was beaten up by my grandfather, which directly caused me to have a shadow of these eight words now." The host laughed: "DJ Yan is really humorous." Knowing that he was not as easy to handle as other guests, he restrained himself and asked some online survey questions, such as favorite colors, animals, food, unforgettable experiences, and so on. Yan Xi answered one by one, how to be serious. The director was in a hurry and winked at the host. The host changed the subject and asked Yan Xi: "Recently, the scandal between you and the host Chu Yunchu has been very hot. Is it true?" Yan Xi smiled and didn't speak. The host was curious: "Is it true?" Yan Xi said: "If I tell the truth or lies, the show will have no effect. It's better not to speak, but you will be more curious." The host cursed inwardly: Damn it, it’s obviously a tragedy for someone who relies on his mouth to make fun of me.But with a smile on his face, he said: "Then about this issue, what can we Miss Chu say, and what can DJ Yan's good friend, Lu Shi's Shaodong Luliu say?" So, not enough topics, beautiful and handsome men came over to join in. Yan Xi embraced her chest, looked at the two people who appeared from the other side, and raised her eyebrows. Chu Yun was wearing a beige Chanel dress, which happened to be given to her by Yan Xi last time.Her face is not as dignified as she usually looks on the camera, but instead has a lot of vivacity and casualness. Her facial features are exquisite and her fair complexion makes people feel good. As for Lu Liu, he wore a blue suit and an iron gray tie. People made of jade were generally not happy or angry. Seeing him, he smiled slightly. Yan Xi didn't really mind being on the show, and said flatly, "Why are you here?" The tone pointed directly at Lu Liu. Lu Liu's slender hands formed a tower-like shape and placed on his chin, as if no one else was there: "I happen to have time, so I come to see you. Why, you are not welcome?" Chu Yun sat down between the two of them, separated their eyes, and smiled at the host: "Chairman Huang, you can continue." Yan Xi frowned, stretched out his fingers and gently pushed Chu Yun: "Hey, don't you think it's crowded? Isn't there a set of sofas opposite." Chu Yun lowered her head, her eyes sparkled, and her voice was very small, she said, "Yanxi, I'm not afraid of Lu Liu, really, you don't have to worry." Yan Xi stroked her forehead with five fingers, and smiled: "Please, miss, the one next to you is my youngest." The host's glasses were reflective, and he was cunning: "The two are whispering something, and they seem to have a good relationship." Chu Yun smiled: "DJ Yan and I are good friends who can drink and eat meat together, watch movies, and give each other gifts. Don't think too much about it." Yan Xi: "..." Lu Liu smiled lightly, with gentle eyes: "Yes, Yan Xi often hangs out with Miss Chu, and often ignores gatherings among friends because of this." Yan Xi twitched. Chu Yun glanced at Lu Liu, hypocritically: "No, I often persuade him to play with you." The host was completely excited: "This is basically a relationship. Sure enough, the two of you have indeed come together." Yan Xi fluttered: "You came to a conclusion a little too quickly." Chu Yun blushed: "Yanxi, have you forgotten what day is today, uh, January 9th?" Yan Xi squinted: "What day?" "That's right, the day when I first met you. At that time, we were doing shows and playing games, two of us were on three legs, and we were in a group..." Yan Xi was puzzled: "And then?" Chu Yun smiled: "Then, I fell in love with you at first sight." Everyone is stupid, after all, it is an entertainment program, not many people will make fun of their own reputation. After a pause of three seconds, the host came to his senses, congratulated the two of them, and asked Yanxi how he felt. So, what else could Yan Xi think about, he said: "Thank you, anchor Chu, for your love, I really didn't expect today to be so meaningful..." He lowered his head, drooped his limp hair, and gritted his teeth, "Chu Yun, you're not smoking, aren't you?" ?” Chu Yun held his head high and held his chest high: "I have to be worthy of the Chanel you gave me." Lu Liu had fun, leaning on the side of the sofa, crossing his long legs, watching the little movements of the two of them. The host said: "It's rare that our big beauty takes the initiative to confess, has DJ Yan expressed anything?" Yanxi, oh, I realized that I was talented, and then said: "I will play a piano piece and give it to Chu Yun, uh... and our anniversary." Naturally, the piano was already prepared.Yan Xi looked down at the time on the watch, adjusted the distance of the piano bench, and lifted the piano cover with slender fingers. He thought for a while, looked at the black and white piano keys under his fingers, his black hair covered his expression, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but with a rare tenderness. "Devotion's My Prayer," he said. The warm and delicate sound of the piano sounded. At the beginning, it was a monologue: Dear God, I know that she's out there, the one I'm supposed to share my whole life with. And in time, you'll show her to me. Will you take care of her, comfort her, and protect her, until that day we meet. And let her know, my heart is beating with hers. (Dear God: I know that the one I want to spend my life with, she, is no longer here. But I believe, at some point, you will let me see her again. Can you please help me take good care of her , make her comfortable, and bless her until the day we meet again. And, let her know that my heart is with her.) Smooth fingering, slowed down voice, as if pampering someone wholeheartedly, but helpless to that person. Dear God, the tone of confiding, the delivery of the whole heart, all the tenderness, to the God who gave it to. The stopped key, the cool finger, the pipa sound following, the pale color. Silence, blankness, soothing direction, loss at the end, white snow outside the window. The unstoppable breathing sounded again, warming the room, praying. My Prayer, my prayer. He said, I don't believe in the existence of God in this world, but if there is such a person, I would like to be grateful, humble my flesh and blood and pride, and regard him as God. He said that he didn't even have to bring that person to me, as long as he cherished it and cherished it, I was still grateful. After a long time, the stretched shoulder blades were finally retracted.When she raised her eyes again, there was already indifference and distance in her eyes, the tenderness just now was gone. Turning around, his big eyes filled with a powerful soul, he looked at Chu Yun, smiled, and said clearly: "To the lovely Miss Chu, for your love at first sight." Chu Yun blinked: "I think God has arranged the best actress by your side." Lu Liu smiled lightly and looked at the wall clock in the studio: "I'm sorry, but I have to remind you two that it's 06:00, January 10th."