Chapter 77 unspeakable happiness

"Teacher's treat?" "Well, it's past two o'clock in the afternoon. Everyone is starving to death. The other students will go back to school first, and the physics teacher will take the eight of us for the experiment to a nearby KFC." Yu Zhouzhou thought for a while, "Wen Miao, tell the teacher, I have something to do, I have to go home, I must... go home." "go home?" Before Wen Miao finished speaking, Yu Zhouzhou had already turned around and strode out. The High School Affiliated to the Normal University was next to the Normal University, and she passed the main entrance of the Normal University on the way to the station.Yu Zhouzhou slowed down, and suddenly remembered the bustling parents and students here on a cloudy morning, and the expectations in their eyes.

Where are those who participated in the Mathematical Olympiad now?Was the longing and ambition at the beginning consistent? Yu Zhouzhou, who was still in a daze, suddenly heard the sound of the erhu in a barren accent. As if a string had been touched in his heart, Yu Zhouzhou turned a corner and easily found the old beggar under the bridge hole who was wearing the same suit of clothes and the same pair of sunglasses as that year. "...Why are you still here?" And the violin is still so bad.Yu Zhouzhou swallowed the second half of the sentence. The old beggar lowered his head as before, looking at her through the gap above the sunglasses, with deep wrinkles on his forehead.

After scrutinizing it for a long time, he suddenly laughed, with golden yellow teeth inside the big cracked mouth. "Girl, I remember you." Yu Zhouzhou smiled.It's another winter.The little girl who had nowhere to cry because of the Mathematical Olympiad and future problems was lost in the torrent of time.Although now it seems that those worries at that time were so naive, in fact, it is not impossible for her to enroll in the High School Attached to Normal University - but Yu Zhouzhou knows that it is useless to criticize herself, and looking back, it is no big deal. She suddenly wanted to use the time machine of the Doraemon to travel back, wondering if she could still meet her original self-could Yu Zhouzhou at that moment be crying and despairing all the time?

"Do you still want to listen to the music I wrote?" Yu Zhouzhou shook his head, "I didn't bring any money." The old beggar curled his lips, "Don't fool me, you don't want to spend money to bring it down. Our song is specially performed for those who are willing to spend money to listen to it. Girls don't know how to play." Yu Zhouzhou smiled, "Besides the stupidity I used to be, do you think anyone else can listen to your crappy song for five dollars?" The old beggar smiled mysteriously, "You don't understand that, do you? Last winter, there was a kid who was 50. He stood here without moving for 20 minutes, and he insisted on listening to the song you were listening to."

"What?" Yu Zhouzhou was stunned. "I don't know which song he wants to listen to. I can't fit the works I have in one basket after another. I am so talented and overflowing. He just stood here and described it to me for a long time," the old beggar imitated the boy. He said in a tone, "'That's the little girl who gave you money to play the violin, so tall, with a ponytail, wearing a black coat and a red scarf'..." After finishing speaking, he smiled narrowly, Yu Zhouzhou's eyes dazzled by his bright golden teeth.She suddenly felt her nose sore, and the feeling of grievance that was stuffed in her chest because of Lin Yang's indifference and meanness just now but was suppressed by her was instantly released.

"I said, if you don't want to listen, someone else must know the goods..." The old beggar was still babbling and showing off, but when he raised his head, he found that the sidewalk in front of him was empty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yu Zhouzhou was in a hurry to go home because this night was very important, and she needed to ask for leave to go home early to "get ready" because her mother said that she wanted her to meet an uncle on Christmas Eve. There are always pursuing uncles around my mother, no one has ever been introduced to Yu Zhouzhou, and they do disappear easily.

When she was a child, she would also ask, why didn't Uncle XX call? Mom always patted her head and said, if it’s gone, it’s gone, as if it never appeared. So today's uncle must not be someone who would disappear casually. Yu Zhouzhou will pay more attention to the people her mother values.As she grew up, the mother and daughter sometimes mentioned some issues in this area when chatting, including some taboo past events. So Yu Zhouzhou strongly hopes that her mother can be happy.There is a kind of happiness in the world that Yu Zhouzhou cannot give to her mother, no matter how diligent and sensible she is.

When she appeared at the door of the revolving restaurant, fully dressed and holding her mother's hand, she felt a little nervous.Mother's hands are still soft and warm, and they are constantly passing on strength to her. "Hello, Uncle Qi." She looked up at the tall middle-aged man in front of her and smiled sweetly. "Hello Zhou Zhou." Uncle Qi patted her head gently with his big hand, as if she was a small animal. Uncle Qi, who was sitting at the dining table, frowned and stared at the menu seriously for a long time, then suddenly laughed heartily, scratched his head in embarrassment and said to Yu Zhouzhou, "Zhou Zhou, you and your mother can order, uncle eats whatever."

Yu Zhouzhou was a little surprised, leaned forward and asked, "Then uncle, don't you have anything you like to eat?" "Yes." Uncle Qi's smile resembled Huang Rihua's version of Guo Jing, "I like to eat fried noodles made by your mother." "Not serious." Yu Zhouzhou's mother gave him a blank look. Yu Zhouzhou froze for a moment, nodded his head as if pounding garlic, "I like it too. Uncle, you really have taste." Uncle Qi is different from those delicate uncles.He has no pretensions or style, and he smiles a bit silly, but he has a warm feeling.

It's just a warm feeling.Like a real dad. And he likes watching cartoons, martial arts novels and detective novels, more importantly, he is an engineer, and he is very good at mathematics... When I got home, my mother was still running the bath water, so Yu Zhouzhou rubbed his face in the bathroom and smiled, "Uncle Qi is quite cute." A man of forty-two was called cute, not sure if that counted as a compliment. "Did you skip class in the afternoon? I saw you at home when I came back from work." "Hey," Yu Zhouzhou resolutely implemented the tactic of changing the topic, "Can I let Uncle Qi accompany me to buy a computer?"

Mom sighed, turned off the shower head, and the sound of rushing water stopped abruptly. "Zhou Zhou, do you really like him?" Yu Zhouzhou raised his eyes, his mother's face, which hadn't removed her make-up, could barely see the traces of age, and it was still smooth and flawless.Only Zhou Zhou knew about the puffy bags under the mask and the fine lines around the eyes.When she walks between home and office in ten-centimeter high heels like a superwoman, all Yu Zhouzhou can do is not increase the burden—so she desperately hopes to wait for someone who can really lighten the burden for her mother. Anyone can, as long as he has a straight spine, a thick chest and a warm smile. She knew that her mother didn't want to see her pretending to cater and be magnanimous for some reason, as if she didn't mind her mother's remarriage-but she really didn't care, and even looked forward to it very, very much. "I like him. I like anyone you like." Yu Zhouzhou said solemnly. Mother froze, raised her hand to push away Yu Zhouzhou's fine bangs, the hot water drops from her fingers rolled down and dripped on Yu Zhouzhou's fine eyelashes, blurring her vision. "Zhou Zhou, you don't have to..." "I have conditions." Yu Zhouzhou interrupted her mother's sad mood with a smile, "When I look for a boyfriend in the future, you must also have this mentality." The hand that was still stroking the cheek a second ago turned around and pinched it fiercely. Yu Zhouzhou yelled exaggeratedly and took a step back. Her mother smiled and scolded her, "Damn girl, do you have a goal?"Vaccination here? Yu Zhouzhou smiled dryly and shook his head, Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it. There are words that cannot be said.I dare not speak out about the hard-won happiness, for fear of being taken away again by the jealous gods. Mom, you want to be happy. A warm tear rolled down Yu Zhouzhou's heart while smiling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Third place special prize. When the physics teacher brought the news, the whole class was excited.The first thing Yu Zhouzhou thought of was, would Shen Qi be happier when he heard the news? On the first Saturday make-up class after the open class, Yu Zhouzhou and Shen Wei still acted as if nothing had happened, there was almost no conversation, if there was, it was just "Excuse me, I'll go out" and "Okay".However, to Yu Zhouzhou, Shen Qi was no longer mysterious or indifferent.The ardent dream of this girl is the same as that of Yu Zhouzhou, and it is also the name that the students of the 13th Middle School are unwilling and dare not say. Although the award for the open class is only a group award, Yu Zhouzhou sincerely hopes that this result will make Shen Xi feel better-to some extent, it can show that Thirteen High School is not such a bad school. There is not such a big gap between the students of the University High School. Of course, only a certain degree of proof.Including Wen Miao, everyone deeply realized the gap when observing the English class of the High School Attached to Normal University, not just the gap in grades.That kind of confident attitude is not only brought about by grades. After the public class, Wen Miao was also inexplicably silent for a while. He always looked at Yu Zhouzhou with weird eyes.Yu Zhouzhou turned around to bicker with him as usual, but she always got a boring response. As time passed, she also consciously restrained her behavior of smiling in front of this person. The psychological impact brought by the stage on Christmas Eve morning was not so easy to get over. The only ones that have not changed are Xin Meixiang and Ma Yuanben. Whenever Ma Yuanben started to make weird noises in the self-study class, Yu Zhouzhou would always pinch him severely, and what he got was "dead 38" with tears and laughter.What also left Yu Zhouzhou with lingering fear was Ma Yuanben's dandruff, which could almost glisten in the bright sunlight, but she couldn't be picky about it, because it would hurt people to speak out.Sometimes when he is in a good mood, Yu Zhouzhou will also sing to him the Cantonese version of "Congratulations, your house is flooded". Whenever this is the case, Ma Yuanben always laughs like a hen about to lay eggs.Of course, although every time the papers are handed out, he will stack them neatly, the forgetful Yu Zhouzhou will still stretch his claws to his desk from time to time to find blank papers or calculation papers.During the quiz in class, he would lie on the table and check some simple calculation problems for her.She did the next big question with peace of mind, and he followed the steps to check the decimal point of each step.If it was a Chinese paper, he would open the book, point to Yu Zhouzhou's ancient prose and fill in the blanks, saying, "This word is spelled wrong." Occasionally, when Xu Zhiqiang and others asked him to run errands, Yu Zhouzhou would softly say to him, can't you be tough and say "no" to them? Every time at this time, Ma Yuanben would look at Yu Zhouzhou with the eyes of a monster. "They are my brothers." He said solemnly. They are just playing with you.However, Yu Zhouzhou buried these words in his heart.Some things can only make the other party more sad when they are broken. Maybe when Ma Yuanben ran downstairs happily to buy snacks or cigarettes, what filled her heart was the happiness of being needed, and she had no right to take away this happiness, even if it was actually just an illusion. Ma Yuanben would often ask Yu Zhouzhou why Zhang Min always scolded him and Xin Meixiang, but never pursued Xu Zhiqiang and the others for failing. Aren't everyone dragging down the average score of the class? Yu Zhouzhou shrugged, "Because you are not hopeless." She believed that no matter how confused Zhang Min was, he would be able to see clearly that Ma Yuanben had a kind and simple youthful heart. It's just that the bruises on Xin Meixiang's face made Yu Zhouzhou very worried.Now in all courses, as long as you "drive the train" from the first row to the back, teachers and students will bypass her by default.Once she was sitting in the last row and just stood up, another group of girls in the first row had already got up and started a new "train".Xin Meixiang stood where she was, silent for a minute, then sat down quietly. She never stood up again after that. As for the bruises on her face, she almost didn't need to ask to know that it was her mother's masterpiece. "Chen An, sometimes I think, for Xin Meixiang, is it happier not to have been born?" When Yu Zhouzhou was lying on the table writing his diary, he suddenly heard screams and curses coming from behind him. "I TM asked you to hand over your schoolbag, are you MB deaf?!"