Chapter 7 Section 7

"Jiang Yanrong!" At noon, monitor Li Yan came in with a stack of corrected homework books, and yelled, "Kang Nan told you to go get your diary from him!" Cheng Xinwen shrugged, looked at Jiang Yanrong and said: "Kang Nan likes it like this. Instead of handing your diary to the class monitor, you have to get it yourself, pretending to be mysterious!" Jiang Yanrong stood up from her seat, and suddenly lost the courage to fetch the diary alone. She ran to Behind, Zhou Ya'an was pulled out of the classroom together.Zhou Ya'an walked with her arm, humming an English song briskly.Jiang Yanrong looked at her for a few seconds and said, "You haven't been quite right these two days."

"You're not quite right either." Zhou Ya'an said. "Me?" Jiang Yanrong raised her eyebrows: "I don't think there's anything wrong with me. What's the matter with you?" "You'll scold me if you tell me," Zhou Ya'an said, "The misunderstanding between me and Xiao Xu has been resolved." , We have made peace." "God! What is a misunderstanding? His girlfriend?" Jiang Yanrong said. "Yes, he denied that it was his girlfriend. He said that it was just an ordinary classmate who met on the street and walked together by chance!" "Do you believe it?" Jiang Yanrong asked.

"I don't really believe it," Zhou Ya'an avoided Jiang Yanrong's gaze, "But I force myself to believe it." "Why do you want to do this?" "I can't help it," Zhou Ya'an said, looking at the stairs under his feet, frowning: "I love him, and there's nothing I can do about it." Jiang Yanrong remained silent, and said after a long time: "You remind me of the book Maugham's Shackles of Humanity. You have been locked up. Zhou Ya'an, you have to be tortured by him. You probably owed him a debt in your previous life!"

Zhou Ya'an didn't speak, they walked to Kangnan's door, Jiang Yanrong was about to reach out to knock on the door, Zhou Ya'an stopped her and said, "It's time for me to ask you, you have been in a trance for the past two days, what's the matter?" "Nothing happened." Jiang Yanrong said. "Is that student from the attached middle school still waiting for you in the alley?" "Still." "You haven't talked to him yet?" "Stop thinking about it, I'll talk to him in my next life!" Jiang Yanrong said, reaching out to knock on the door.The door opened, and Kang Nan looked at Jiang Yanrong, a little surprised that she would bring a companion along.Jiang Yanrong stood at the door, not intending to go in, she said:

"I'll get the diary." The voice was faint. Kang Nan turned around, hesitated, and finally took out Jiang Yanrong's diary from under the pillow.Seeing Kang Nan put Jiang Yanrong's diary under the pillow, Zhou Ya'an quickly glanced at Jiang Yanrong, but Jiang Yanrong's face was expressionless.Kang Nan handed the notebook to Jiang Yanrong, and she took it silently. With a quick glance at Kang Nan, she met a pair of very gentle eyes.Holding the notebook, she thanked her in a low voice, and dragged Zhou Ya'an away almost in a hurry. Walking out of the single dormitory, outside the grove on campus, Zhou Yaan said:

"Let's sit by the lotus pond." Jiang Yanrong walked over noncommittally, and they sat down on the stone beside the lotus pond. Zhou Ya'an picked a red bud from a camellia tree next to it, and fiddled with it in his palm.Jiang Yanrong opened the diary, and a piece of letter paper folded into a square fell out, and she immediately picked it up.Zhou Ya pretended not to see it, and went to the small bridge to look down at the water below.Jiang Yanrong held the letter paper tightly, feeling her heart beating abnormally, opened the letter paper, and she read it: "Child:——" Seeing this address, she felt an inexplicable excitement.After a long time, I continued to read:

"child: You are willing to tell me your troubles and sorrows, which shows that you don't regard the teacher as a wooden clock!You're the smartest kid I've ever taught, and I can hardly believe that a kid like you doesn't get the love of their parents, I think, or maybe it's because you're so smart that your smarts are killing you.The first time I saw you, I thought you were light, delicate, and extraordinary. Afterwards, many places have confirmed my opinion.You are a child living in fantasy, you weave many fantasies for yourself, and then crave the things in the fantasies in reality.As a result, your pain is more than the share of troubles you originally had.Children, not everything in this world is as you wish.I wish I could help you beyond just empty words of encouragement and comfort.Reading your diary made me unable to read it several times.You must not be too demanding on this world. No parent will not love their children. Although love is biased, you still have a happy family, and many people will envy you!If you really can't get the favor of your parents, why bother to beg?You are a very talented kid, I predict you will have a successful day!Leave all your troubles behind!You are still young, and you have a long life ahead of you. I believe I can see you succeed.At that time, I will recall your diary and your sorrow with a smile.

I once had a daughter who was born in the 30th year of the Republic of China and died in the 32nd year of the Republic of China. I have no daughter to teach in my life!If I can, I hope I can give you a father's love and watch you grow and succeed! I wrote this letter with a pen after drinking, and it was messy and incomprehensible.I hope you can understand my painstaking efforts to write this letter with tears in my eyes when I was drunk. One day, you all succeed, and I have nothing else to ask for! Connan" After reading the letter, Jiang Yanrong sat there blankly, putting her hands in the folds of her skirt.It was a very short letter, but she felt a big and turbulent wave that rolled over her and submerged her.Her pale face became even paler, but there was a layer of dream-like brilliance in the black eyes, which was strangely bright and beautifully bright.She read the letter again.There seemed to be a flame from a cigarette butt floating in front of my eyes. On the flame was a wisp of misty green smoke. Inside the smoke was a bewildering face; with a broad forehead and thick and slightly frowning eyebrows, the pair of eyes were like a sea. The profound and unfathomable eyes are full of wisdom and arrogance, and the bow-like mouth is full of stubborn and conceited firmness.She lowered her head, feeling a smothered passion burning in her heart.She stroked the letter paper with her fingers, and whispered to herself: "Kangnan, if you have some kind of affection for me, it is definitely more than a father's love for a daughter, you don't need to deceive yourself! If I have some kind of affection for you, and it is definitely more than a daughter's love for her father!" Zhou Ya'an walked over, put his hand on Jiang Yanrong's shoulder and said:

"How is it? Have you finished reading it?" Jiang Yanrong raised her head and stared at Zhou Ya'an, her burning eyes were bright and moist.Zhou Ya'an sat next to Jiang Yanrong, suddenly held Jiang Yanrong's face, stared into her eyes, and said with a smile: "They all said we were gay, now I really have this kind of feeling, seeing you like this makes people want to kiss you!" Jiang Yan didn't move, and continued to look at Zhou Ya'an.Say: "Zhou Ya'an, I have a dream. There is a shadow in the dream. For several months, this dream has been blurred, and this shadow has been blurred. But now this dream makes me trance, and this shadow makes me unsteady. Zhou Yaan, what should I do?"

Zhou Ya'an let go of Jiang Yanrong, looked at her for a while and said: "Don't talk so nonsense, dream, shadow. You're in love! I'm so glad you'll be in love, too, and have a taste of it! A few months ago, you were still laughing at me!" "Don't say Nonsense, tell me what to do?" "What should I do?" Zhou Ya'an said lightly, "Catch the shadow and turn the dream into reality, isn't that enough?" "It's not that simple. If it were that simple, it wouldn't be called a dream or a shadow!" Jiang Yanrong said, He looked down at the letter paper on his lap.

"Is it him?" Zhou Ya'an picked up the letterhead and asked. Jiang Yanrong nodded silently.Therefore, Zhou Ya'an also fell silent.Half a day later, Zhou Ya'an said to himself: "I've anticipated the possibility of this a long time ago! People say that he is partial to you. Others only criticize one or two sentences in their weekly diaries, but you have so many criticisms. He will write a poem on your composition, and then he will go to the three I came upstairs to give it to you! This feeling probably happened a long time ago, didn't it?" "I don't know," Jiang Yanrong said distressedly, "I hope nothing happens, I hope that there is no me in this world!" "You're talking stupid again!" Zhou Ya'an said, holding Jiang Yanrong's hand: "What should come will definitely come, don't run away! 'Love' itself is innocent, isn't it? It seems that you said this before .Remember your own argument? Love has no conditions, no age, money, status, race, all restrictions!" Jiang Yanrong lowered her eyes, looked at the letter paper, suddenly laughed and said: "He wants me to be his daughter!" Zhou Ya'an picked up the letter paper: "Can I see it?" she asked.Jiang Yanrong nodded, Zhou Yaan finished reading it, put it back in Jiang Yanrong's hand, and said in confusion: "This letter is very strange, isn't it? Probably even he himself doesn't know his feelings." The class number rang.Jiang Yanrong stood up and patted the dust off her body.Suddenly, all troubles left her, a strange feeling penetrated into her veins, she seemed to be surrounded by a warm tide, every cell and pore seemed to wake up from sleep, preparing to meet A new, wonderful outside world.Her heart is a sail full of wind, full of tenderness.She stretched lazily, put away the diary and letter paper, and said with a smile: "Let's go upstairs!" That night, Jiang Yanrong was sitting alone in her room, the silvery moonlight shone through the light green curtains, the whirling leaves cast vague shadows, and the gentle night wind gently touched her lips. window sill.The surroundings were filled with silence, and the cabin seemed to be covered with a dreamy veil.She smiled peacefully, opened the curtains, she could see a bright moon in the clouds, and the twinkling stars in the sky.She felt that countless tenderness filled her bosom, at this moment, in this mysterious night, she was willing to embrace the whole world, cheering out all the feelings in her heart! She reopened the batch of diaries with scarlet letters. Under each paragraph she wrote, Kang Nan carefully wrote a poem. She read it line by line and secretly recited every word. In this small booklet , Connan also spent a lot of energy!Kang Nan, this lonely person, vaguely, she seemed to see Kang Nan walking on this long journey of life lonely, conceited, and proud.In school, he doesn't have a single friend, and outside school, he doesn't have any relatives, his wife and children are separated, his family is ruined, what else does he have in his life?She asked herself, and answered for him with a smile: "There are still some things, such as cigarettes, wine, and students!" "He is like a lone crane," she thought, "a lone crane that has lost its companion!" Looking up at the black sky outside the window, it seems that the lone crane is circling there.The cold wind blows in, and the winter night is already quite cold. Mrs. Jiang came in, and the bitter wind made her shiver. She looked at the open window in surprise, and shouted, "Yanrong, it's so cold, why are you opening the window? Close it quickly!" "Yes, Mom." Jiang Yanrong agreed with a surprisingly gentle voice.She stood up lazily, closed the window, looked out of the window with infinite nostalgia, sighed softly, and drew the curtains.The world outside the window was shut out again. She sat down, put away her diary in a daze, and took out a copy of Fan's Great Algebra. Mrs. Jiang took a deep look at Jiang Yanrong, the child's lazy demeanor made her angry, "She is going to be admitted to university, but she is still so lazy, she doesn't know what to think about all day long!" She went to the kitchen After pouring boiling water, after pouring the boiling water, I passed Jiang Yanrong's room and found that she hadn't opened the algebra book yet, and was staring at the algebra book in a silent trance.Mrs. Jiang walked over and said angrily: "You have to seize the time and work hard. I don't know how much time you spend in a daze every day. How can you do your homework well? If you say you don't pay attention, you won't admit it. See for yourself how you do your homework? You are so old, do you still need me?" Follow me and take care of you, hurry up and open the book!" "Okay, Mom." Jiang Yanrong said, still gentle and gentle.He opened the book slowly.Mrs. Jiang looked at Jiang Yanrong strangely. What's the matter with this child?That gentle tone made one's heart sore. "A good child." She thought, suddenly a strong maternal love sprouted, "in the future, you should blame her less, she is a sentimental child." She looked at her softly and walked out of the room. Jiang Yanrong watched her mother walk out of the room. She leaned down, looked at the white porcelain little angel on the desk lamp, and said quietly: "Do you know me? Little angel? Mom doesn't know me. I have a big secret in my heart, do you know?" I tell you, you have to keep a secret for me! Lovely little angel, so few people know me, are you willing to be my confidant? I will give you a name, what shall I call you? Night It’s so quiet, I’ll call you Mi’er, Mi’er, Mi’er, do you know the burning emotion in my heart? Do you know?” She leaned her cheek on the table and put the open algebra book aside .In an instant, a faint sadness hit her heart, she stroked the little angel's face with her hands, and said softly: "Mi'er, even he doesn't know my feelings! This is annoying and fruitless, I I put myself in a dream again, Mi'er, what should I do?" The wind was blowing outside the window, and the wind was whistling through the treetops, making a loud noise. She lifted a corner of the curtain, and the moon had already disappeared into the clouds, and the stars seemed to be dimmed. The next morning, the wind and rain that filled the window woke her up from her deep sleep. The blue sky and the bright moon in the window last night had now turned into gloomy clouds and misty wind and rain.She put on a white shirt and black trousers, the school uniform, and a black coat, still feeling a bit chilly.The patter of rain in front of the window filled her with inexplicable melancholy.The small alleys and dilapidated houses she passed while going to school also made her feel lonely.The noise in the classroom made her even more irritable.Only in the Chinese class, she felt a little happy.However, those fifty minutes disappeared too quickly. In just a split second, Kang Nan had disappeared at the end of the corridor with his textbooks in his arms. Day, night, night, day, the days slip through our fingers.The camellias in the campus are in full bloom, the red ones are bright red, and the white ones are elegant and clean. Jiang Yanrong's textbooks are filled with heart-shaped petals of camellias.At the same time as the camellia came, it was misty and boundless drizzle, and the rainy season in northern Taiwan began.Wherever you go, it's rain and mud.Jiang Yanrong and Zhou Ya'an often stood on the campus with their faces up, welcoming the cool raindrops.Seeing the falling flowers wilting in the mud, she would say softly: "The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as fine as sorrow." The campus is deserted, and the students are hiding in the classrooms, and the doors and windows are closed.Only Jiang Yanrong likes to walk in the rain, while Zhou Ya'an sacrifices his life to accompany the gentleman, and often accompany her in the rain.Cheng Xinwen called them a "couple of psychopaths"!Then he shrugged and said, "Literati, you can't estimate how many eccentricities she has!" At night, Jiang Yanrong weaved her dreams in the sound of rain. In the middle of the night, she searched for her dreams in the sound of rain. How many mornings, she woke up in the sound of rain, put her hands on her head, and lay on the bed and whispered Nie Shengqiong’s words : "Looking for a good dream is hard to come by. Who knows what I'm feeling right now? The tears on my pillow are the same as the rain before the steps, and the rain drips through the window!" That night, Jiang Yanrong finished his homework, and it was already twelve o'clock in the night.She looked at her Mi'er, her mind was as clear as water, without sleepiness.She remembered a small incident during the day. She went to Kang Nan to make up the composition, but Zhou Ya'an didn't accompany her.Kang Nan opened the door, and was greeted with a smell of alcohol and a pair of blurred eyes.She handed in the notebook and looked at him silently for a while, and he also looked at her, this silence was suffocating.Turning around, she opened the door to exit. In the cold wind, she coughed. This is the result of the rain on the campus. She has had a cold for a week and has not recovered.Just about to step out the door, Kang Nan suddenly reached out to block the door and asked softly: "Do you want to try and eat a piece of APC?" He opened the drawer, took out an unopened medicine bottle, and poured a pill into his palm.Jiang Yanrong couldn't speak, and didn't know what to say. She just took the pills, and Kang Nan had handed her a glass of boiled water. She took the medicine and smiled.I don't want to thank them, for fear that this word of thanks will make them unfamiliar.She exited the door, feeling her heart beating so fast, she believed herself flushed. Now, in the stillness of the night, her face was red again.Looking at Mi'er, she asked gently: "Did he buy a bottle of APC just for me? Did he?" Sighing, she put the textbooks she will use tomorrow into her schoolbag.Two petals fell from the book. She picked them up and saw that they were two camellia petals, which were inserted into the book because of its fragrance and heart-shaped appearance.She was playing with the petals, and suddenly her heart was filled with unspeakable tenderness. She picked up the pen, and wrote a poem on each piece. The first one is "Recalling the King and Sun": "Flying flowers bring tears to the cold window, the night rain is desolate and the wind is violent, the loneliness is longer and the boudoir hates longer, it is too desolate, the dream haunts the soul and the heart is broken!" The second poem is "Like a Dream": "One night the wind choked, and it blew a thousand sorrows. When people were quiet at night, they also searched for Menger. The soul was broken, and there was tenderness in the sky!" After writing, she felt warm and heartbeat, and she couldn't help but think of Lin Daiyu in Dream of the Red Chamber. The thing about writing poems on handkerchiefs.She conveniently put the two petals in her Chinese notebook, turned off the light, and went to bed.On the bed, Yan Ruo, who was sharing the bed with her, was already in a deep sleep.In the afternoon of the next day, Kang Nan sat in front of his desk, correcting the notebook he had just received. As a habit, he took out Jiang Yanrong's notebook and read it first.Opening the book, a faint fragrance spread out, Kang Nan took a breath instinctively, Jiang Yanrong's elegant and refined face floated in front of him again, just like this fragrance, she was as elegant and clean as a small stream .He stood up and shook his head, trying to get rid of the shadow lingering in his mind.After making a cup of tea for himself, he sat back at the desk and asked himself silently: "Why are you so restless? She is just a cute little girl, and your feelings for her are not deviant, are you? She is like Your daughter, in terms of age, she is not too old to be your daughter!" Picking up Jiang Yanrong's notebook, he wanted to make up his mind to correct it.However, two petals fell down.He stared at the scattered writing on it, which was like a big wave, submerging him completely.A quick knock on the door woke him up, and he quickly put the two petals into his coat pocket, and opened the door.Outside the door, Jiang Yanrong ran in panting, looked anxiously and nervously at Kang Nan, and said uneasily: "You haven't changed your notebook, sir? I forgot something!" Kang Nan closed the door and looked at Jiang Yanrong silently. How cute is this pale little face!Jiang Yanrong's eyes widened, she looked at Kang Nan in panic, and rushed to the desk, she saw her open notebook at a glance, so she knew she didn't need to look for it.Turning around, she leaned on the table, stared at Kang Nan in confusion, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, give it back to me!" Kang Nan looked at her and didn't hear what she was saying at all. "This little girl, a little girl, is as pure as a little white dove." He thought, struggling with himself, trying to force himself not to look at her.However, her panicked eyes enlarged in front of him, the paler face floated in front of his eyes, and the trembling, pitiful voice drifted past his ears: "Teacher, give it back to me, please!" Kang Nan walked beside her and sat down on the edge of the bed.Take the two petals out of your pocket. "Is this it?" he asked. Jiang Yan looked at the two petals, but without reaching out to pick them up, she turned her eyes back to Kang Nan's face.Her eyes lit up, and the panic gradually disappeared, replaced by a dream-like brilliance.She stared at him fixedly, her pale face was completely illuminated by the pair of passionate eyes, her small lips throbbed slightly, her hand grabbed the armrest of a chair in front of her, her slender fingers almost sank into him. into the wood. "Oh, teacher." She murmured, as if in a dream. "Jiang Yanrong," he said with difficulty, his lips felt dry. "Take it." He put the two petals in front of her. She didn't reach out to take it, and she didn't look at the petals, her eyes still stayed on his face, not for a moment. "Teacher," she said, low, softly. "Teacher! What are you running from?" Kang Nan's hand dropped, he walked over and stood in front of Jiang Yanrong. "Jiang Yanrong, go out, leave this room!" He said hoarsely. "Teacher, do you want me to go?" She asked softly, stood up straight, and turned to the door.Kang Nan quickly pressed his hand on the back of her hand, and then, a powerful force like spinning dry and spinning conquered him. He clenched the hand tightly, trying to say something, but couldn't say it.Jiang Yanrong's eyes were burning, and he said vaguely and repeatedly: "Teacher, teacher, teacher." Kang Nan stroked this hand, which was cold. "You're underdressed!" he said. "I took off a sweater at noon and forgot to put it on in the afternoon." She said softly.There is a smile in the eyes.Kang Nan didn't speak anymore, just like that, they stood quietly for a while.Then, Kang Nan sighed and pulled Jiang Yanrong to his chest. He hugged her and let her small, black-haired head rest on his chest.He no longer struggled with himself, he whispered: "I have never been so eager to be younger!" Jiang Yanrong leaned against him tightly, with longing and longing for happiness in his eyes.She looked at the window, where the rain was running down the panes. "What a beautiful pattern!" she thought.The raindrops slammed against the window, "What beautiful music!" she thought again.She closed her eyes with a smile, and tried her best to experience this beautiful life with all her heart.