Chapter 12 Your hair loves me more than you do.
The second semester of the ninth grade in the Affiliated High School is also their last spring study tour activity at the Affiliated High School.
He Dongli was responsible for the receipt and fee collection for this study tour. Zhu Fengchun repeatedly reminded students to try to participate in class activities unless there were special circumstances or physical reasons.
After so much procrastination, Zong Chi was the only one left in the class without a receipt for his study abroad letter. She went to ask him, but Zong Chi sat in his seat, spinning a basketball on one finger, and remained silent. He Dongli told Lao Zhu that whether he went or not, he had to submit a receipt signed by his parents, and that if he didn't give it to me by tomorrow morning, she would hand it in.
Zong Chi ignored her and let her stand beside his desk for a long time until the class monitor called He Dongli. Someone had scraped off a corner of the school blackboard, which was the section they were responsible for. The class monitor asked He Dongli to help him fill it in.
After He Dongli went there, several boys in the back seat joked and talked about it, saying that He Dongli really listened to Wei Chenyang. She did a lot of work, but the credit was taken by the class leader, while some people were still running around like fools.
Someone retorted, well, what if they are willing to do so?
Who is it? He...
The boy who was talking was suddenly kicked hard off his chair by Zong Chi behind him, sending him and his chair careening forward. Zong Chi stood up calmly and ignored them, asking if they were using the excuse of a study tour to write a letter to their parents. The boy in front of him looked puzzled and said, "I've already handed it in."
Zong Chi went out the back door before he finished listening.
Before the evening study session ended that day, he slapped the signed letter to his parents on He Dongli's desk, along with the tuition. She was packing her schoolbag when she called out to Zong Chi, who was about to leave without a word, but he didn't even turn around.
He Dongli's alert tone, Zong Chi, forged a parent's signature...
The person who walked to the door suddenly turned around with a threatening look in his eyes, but He Dongli didn't care at all. After collecting the schoolbag, he put it on one shoulder, holding the letter to the parents in his hand, and walked towards Zong Chi. Then he moved away and a voice passed by his chin like a startled swallow, saying outside.
In the corridor, He Dongli faced the night sky. She reminded Zong Chi that if he didn't want to go, then he didn't have to go. It was no big deal. However, for forging the parents' signatures, Lao Zhu would definitely contact the parents to find out the situation. The "crime" conveyed by the head teacher was serious at least.
Zong Chi thought that his imitation of Lao Zong's signature was so good that it was indistinguishable from the original. When he was playing a prank, he signed the documents that Lao Zong brought back, and even Lao Zong's secretary couldn't see through it.
However, He Dongli saw through her plan in an instant.
She returned the letter to report her parents, but Zong Chi did not take it and even denied it, claiming that he wanted to give it to her in the morning and she ran away.
He Dongli rectified his name. "Why am I running? It's like you don't have ears and can't hear me." I'm too lazy to say anything more to someone with poor hearing.
Zong Chi sneered, saying so much without saying anything else.
He Dongli angrily retracted the letter to the parents, folded it again in half, and put it in her bag. She said calmly that she would keep it well and give it to Lao Zhu tomorrow morning. She also told Lao Zhu that she had reasonable suspicion that Zong Chi's parent's signature was forged...
Zong Chi was about to grab the thing from her hand without saying a word. Seeing her put it back into her bag, he reached in to grab it. In his desperation, he almost pulled half of it out from between her fingers.
Her first reaction to this nerd He Dongli was, you said you didn't fake it, you're feeling guilty!
Zong Chi fought for it for a long time, then unfolded it and saw that the upper half, the half with the signature, was still in her hand. He was furious. He Dongli threw the other half back to him in a bad mood, and said in a threatening manner, like an old Zhu lackey: "Go if you want to, don't go if you don't want to, don't go, don't use these flowery words, Zong Chi, if you had just been honest for once, you wouldn't have been called out by old Zhu every time!"
He Dongli's honest advice still didn't work. The next day, Zong Chi handed in the official letter to his parents. On the day of the study tour, he called Lao Zhu and said that he had a stomachache and couldn't go.
Zhu Fengchun contacted Zong Jingzhou's secretary without saying a word.
As a result, when they were on the mountainside, Zong Chi was personally escorted up by his father's secretary. Also coming with him was a classmate of his from before he transferred to the same school, Lin Jiaoyu.
In the lush green mountains not far from the Buddha, Zhu Fengchun, while spreading his merit, lashed out at Zongchi. But that wasn't the end of it. He'd skipped school to play games without telling his family. After climbing the mountain, he'd have a meal of bamboo shoots and pork on his way home.
During the free time at lunch that day, everyone exchanged and shared the food they brought for the spring outing.
Only Zong Chi and his good friend, who had not made any preparations, were there with empty hands. They discussed what to buy, but there were only a few things to buy in this tourist spot, and they were not only expensive but also tasted terrible.
Zong Chi complained that the bread Lin Jiaoyu bought was as hard as his dead father.
Lin Jiaoyu is even more ridiculous, maybe he came to Qi Zongchi specifically, what, have you eaten your dead father?
He Dongli happened to come over to throw away the garbage. Lin Jiaoyu had seen her a few times before and greeted her cheerfully, calling her He Ali.
Zong Chi warned his friend in a bad mood, since you like chatting up girls so much, just go to the girls' team.
He Dongli walked over very frankly and asked them if they wanted some sandwiches. Lin Jiaoyu immediately patted the crumbs in her hand and reached out to ask her for some. He Dongli nodded and went back to get them.
When she came over with a lunch box, Zong Chi was gone.
Lin Jiaoyu said he was going to the bathroom and asked not to bother with him. He pointed at the box in He Dongli's hand and asked if it was all for him.
He Dongli nodded. In the box were a few bacon, egg and ham sandwiches, as well as a few pieces of honeydew ham and air-dried beef.
Lin Jiaoyu was truly touched, and she also praised her mother's craftsmanship, which was meticulous and exquisite.
He Dongli didn't say anything, just told them to return the box to her after they finished eating.
When Zong Chi came back, he said coldly behind her, "Just ask him to wash it clean, don't count me in."
He Dongli hummed, and in a tone that sounded like he was starting over, he asked Lin Jiaoyu to wash the box and return it to him after finishing his meal. Finally, he didn't forget to ask his name.
Lin Jiaoyu was muttering to himself, angry that she didn't even know his name, while introducing himself.
He Dongli asked again, which Yu?
The "Yu" in Zhou Yu. Lin Jiaoyu is shameless.
Zongchi’s bad friend is the Yu in the saying, “If I had Yu, why would I have Liang?”
He Dongli said nothing more and returned to her girls' group.
Several things happened during the study tour that day. The weather forecast said it would be sunny, but it suddenly started to rain, and the large group was caught off guard and had to take shelter in the mountains. A classmate from the next class was playing and accidentally rolled into a rocky valley on the side of the mountain, causing his knee to be skinned and exposed to the bone. He happened to meet a female military doctor who was returning home to visit relatives during the Qingming Festival. She cleaned the wound and bandaged the patient and immediately sent him to the hospital for treatment.
However, in their Tianwen (1) class, a fight broke out at this critical moment.
Not long after He Dongli returned to the team, her classmates reminded her that someone was looking for her. Before she could get up, two very bright and respectable students appeared in front of her:
She recognized the girl; it was Xu Xilin from the racing class.
The boy introduced himself as Xu Xilin's brother, who was studying in the high school department of No. 1 Middle School.
Xu Xize was also studying in the mountains today. With his tall and long legs, he sat down on the picnic mat of his female classmates from the affiliated high school. Xu Xilin, who was standing next to him, was very dissatisfied with her brother's behavior and blamed him for not being nice to her.
Xu Xize ignored him, sat cross-legged, and then drove away the other female classmates on the placemat, saying that he wanted to talk to classmate He alone and asked the female students if it was possible.
Beneath the qingtan tree, flowers flew and rain fell, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle. Xu Xize didn't know what he said to He Dongli. He Dongli didn't move for a long time, and his face turned from red to white.
When Xu Xize finally stood up, he pointed at He Dongli's lunch box and said, "What a coincidence, they have these too today. No wonder. I said Aunt Lu made so much last night, but Linlin and I only had so little."
Xu Xilin didn't have the good temper of her brother. She couldn't tolerate He Dongli, whom she had heard of for a long time, because it was because of her father that this country bumpkin went to the same school as them.
Before leaving, she kicked the lunch box over.
It all spilled onto the back of He Dongli's hand. Lin Jiaoyu came to return the lunch box as scheduled. Seeing this, he immediately started yelling, "How can you be so uneducated? It's already outrageous to wear shoes on other people's mats, and you still put your feet on them. You dog, you have no hands!"
Xu Xize protected his sister at the first moment. Lin Jiaoyu threw the box in her hand and pulled He Dongli up. She had lost all the vigor and frankness she had when she brought them food just now.
He just kept his eyes open like a puppet, as if he couldn't breathe anymore.
Xu Xize wanted to leave, but Lin Jiaoyu refused to let him. During the struggle, (1) class suddenly united, alarming Zong Chi. When Zong Chi came over, he saw He Dongli, like a wandering spirit, silent. He was about to speak when Zong Chi interrupted him. He told those who came with bad intentions to clean the mat. Since you don't have hands, then lick it clean for me.
Zong Chi spoke rudely, and Lin Jiaoyu added fuel to the fire, saying that it was really eye-opening that there were such people in No. 1 Middle School.
He Dongli came to stop her, her face turned pale and she asked Zong Chi not to interfere as it was her own business.
Zong Chi was hungry. He had been scolded by Lao Zong all morning, urged by his mother's cross-border phone call, arrested by Lao Zong's secretary, and spitted on by Lao Zhu Xiong when he went up the mountain. Now, he was separated from his partner by the ungrateful He Dongli. How could he stop interfering?
Suddenly, he was furious and yelled at her, "He Dongli, you are quite good at sophistry with me, but you sprain your ankle when an outsider comes. Don't let me look down on you! Do you think I care about you? I just can't stand people coming to our territory!"
He Dongli was one year younger than them at that time, and her only stubbornness was not to cry in front of others.
Zong Chi was a bad-tempered man. When he caught Xu Xize, he didn't care that he was a few levels higher than them and told him to clean the mat, otherwise he would not be allowed to leave.
Xu Xize immediately pushed Zong Chi, but before Zong Chi could react, Lin Jiaoyu pounced on him and started fighting.
He Dongli had seen Zong Chi fight before, and today he had a new helper. At this young age, full of vigor and vitality, when they started fighting, every punch hit the flesh.
When Zhu Fengchun arrived, the situation was almost at its worst. An unexpected incident had occurred in the class next door, and the various head teachers were already on high alert. With everything happening almost simultaneously, Zhu Fengchun practically flew into a rage when he saw the people in the middle of the brawl.
Stop this immediately and make an example of someone. Zongchi needs to call the parents now. If your parents don't show up within an hour, expect a letter of expulsion from the school.
That afternoon, He Dongli followed Old Zhu all the way, taking the initiative to explain his situation and take all the responsibility on himself, saying that it was a personal dispute with a classmate from the next class, and that it had nothing to do with Zong Chi. He was just standing up for someone who was wronged.
He Dongli wrote a self-criticism for the first time in his life, but was unwilling to defend himself.
When Zong Chi found her and asked her what happened, she was still listless and refused to explain or talk. She only said that she had implicated him and that she had already clarified things with Lao Zhu.
Zong Chi didn't want to hear her say this, so he just asked her what had happened and where had your usual heroic and unyielding spirit gone, He Dongli.
He Dongli kept the person at a distance coldly, saying only that it was his own business.
For a moment, Zong Chi's face flushed. It was like when he was practicing shooting at the range. He always thought he had good aim, but he hadn't anticipated the gun's actual recoil. Even with his confidence, he almost dropped the gun. Or like when Lao Jiao asked him to play cards during Chinese New Year. He was so sure he'd win, but Lao Jiao cheated, stole the cards, and won big. The most embarrassing thing was that Zong Chi didn't remember the cards, so his opponent cheated, and he didn't even realize it.
He shoved all his cards aside, signaling he was done. Zong Jingzhou, however, insisted on teaching his son the dangers of the world. He told his son to treat card games as if they were just for fun, rather than playing with cats and dogs. "Your sitting down to play cards today is fake; the real deal is social etiquette." If you want to win, watch your cards carefully and be wary of the players in the hall. Never just focus on yourself, or you'll die without even knowing how.
At that moment, Huo Shan of Zongchi Lingtai saw He Dongli in the mirror as if he was looking in it. He despised this self-absorbed person and said, "It's your own business, right? Then go ahead and do it yourself."
After a moment of silence, he continued sarcastically: I'm leaving soon anyway, and I came to your affiliated high school just to have some free time. Who wants to care about your trivial matters?
He Dongli, who had walked down a few steps, turned around, looked up at him with a clear expression that could not hide the boyish envy. Finally, he nodded, tightened the strap of his schoolbag, and went downstairs.
From that time on, they didn't speak to each other again until they graduated from high school.
Zong Chi briefly contemplated her face, then instantly withdrew. He boomeranged his old classmate, the pleasure akin to a needle in the tail, better than nothing. Looking at her face, now sitting before him, all his anger seemed to vanish.
So, he tried to whitewash it. He was very good at this. Some unpleasantness or slight disagreement was over. He came to talk to you, which was already the biggest concession. In front of him, he saw He Dongli was choked by him and hesitated to speak.
Zong Chi, who had been sitting in his chair as he pleased, suddenly straightened his back and abruptly changed the subject, "Have you eaten? It's so late."
He Dongli still ignored it.
Zong Chi then came back to the point, as if he was going to ask her to solve the case now that it was over, "How did you figure out that I forged Lao Zong's signature back then?"
He Dongli had become thinner than when they separated. She had deliberately worn the watch on her left hand a little looser. She easily turned it around to check the time, then glanced up at him hurriedly, correcting him with a reminder, "I told you so."
"I forgot."
He Dongli was briefly lost in thought, then said with a hint of sarcasm, "Because with your personality, you would never tolerate something signed by your dad lying in your schoolbag for a whole day."
Zong Chi seemed to have truly lost his memory, but it was clear that his sense of humour hadn't improved. He laughed coldly before he even finished listening. He Dongli didn't mind teasing him again, "Also, your father's taste is obviously better than yours. The ink he uses to sign his name is much lighter than yours, and his brushstrokes are very sharp."
"Are you okay? Are you in school or the secret service? Studying the old man's handwriting, he's not Wang Xizhi."
"Well, if that's the case, I won't give your 'original' back to you so easily."
"What's the meaning?"
He Dongli stood up from the opposite side of the ancestral hall after finishing his words and said, "It's too late. I should go back."
Zong Chi was silent for a second before catching up with her thoughts. He had come down in such a hurry that he hadn't brought his phone with him. He gestured to the waiter to contact Mr. Chen on the top floor. "I'll send a car to take you there."
"No, it's more convenient for me to take a taxi." He Dongli took her coat back from the waiter and tugged at the cuffs of her sweatshirt to pull it on. Zong Chi remembered something and relayed it to her, "Lin Jiaoyu asked me to say hello. I blame you for being so ungrateful and deleting him."
He Dongli hummed. She had no grudge against Lin Jiaoyu since they were in school. If there was any, it was just because he stood up for her. "Say hello to him for me too. If he really blames me, tell him that if I see him again, I will take the initiative to add him back."
The person who was talking put on her coat. Her commuting look today was very casual. Her low ponytail was tucked inside her coat, and she reached out to take it out.
Zong Chi saw it all, the memory lingering in his mind. He even felt a sense of shame as he recalled many similar actions and images of her from the past. When he came back to visit her, she was busy, or their classes were on different schedules, and He Dongli always came and went in a hurry. He had blamed her then. Pulling up your pants and ignoring someone is something men usually do. Please don't be better than me, okay? He Dongli, your hair loves me more than you do.
He Dongli put on her clothes and looked up at Zong Chi who was sitting there. She was about to say some goodbyes, but Zong Chi looked up at her calmly and told her again, "Wait a moment, Chen Xiangyang's car will be here soon."
"I can do it myself..."
"I'll take you there." Zong Chi remained seated, unhurried. During college, he'd played cards with Lin Jiaoyu and the others, gradually increasing the stakes, unconcerned about winning or losing; his only pleasure was playing with your mindset. "I've already stepped down from the table. If you're not happy that Chen Xiangyang sent a special ride, I'll do it. You don't need to disown me for even this small favor. No need, huh?"
He Dongli stood there, speechless for a moment.
Not long after, Chen Xiangyang's driver arrived. Zong Chi asked the driver for the car keys and drove the car himself. The driver leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Zong Chi nodded indifferently and immediately stood up to yell at He Dongli to get out.
The two of them went to the hotel lobby. Under the fragrant air, the waiter who had just contacted Chen Xiangyang for Zong Chi came in with a heavy bag that looked like a brown paper bag. He called him Mr. Zong and said, "This is something your friend asked us to pass on to Miss He."
Zong Chi tilted his head and gestured to the recipient. He Dongli stepped forward slightly and saw clearly that the brown paper bag contained a pot of Eighteen Scholars in full bloom.
It was given by Liang Jianxing.
He Dongli was stunned for a moment, but didn't decide to accept it. But Zong Chi was very kind, and when the driver wanted to help them carry it, Zong Chi took the lead and helped her carry it.
Although the brown paper bag was sturdy, the waiter still gently reminded him, "Mr. Zong, you have to hold it up a little bit..."
He Dongli watched from a distance. The revolving door not far away was like an enlarged tourbillon, carrying all kinds of people in and out, twisting and turning. Along with her, a wandering soul emerged from those mechanisms and turned to dust. This was the opposite of the outsider's attitude, the world was spinning.
In the past, Zong Chi couldn't tolerate even the slightest trace of someone else. He flew into a rage, snatched He Dongli's phone, and smashed it to pieces right in front of her. "He Dongli, who do you think I am? Who do you think you are? You'd better make it clear to me. I like you because you're perfect in every way, not because you're so damn good. If I don't like you anymore, you'll be nothing."
Zong Chi followed the waiter's advice carefully, raised the brown paper bag higher, and supported the bottom of the bag with one hand.
He looked at the people around him. He Dongli thanked him indifferently and walked forward. A flash of disappointment flashed across his eyes, disappointment at the boredom of overcorrection, disappointment at the fact that some memories cannot be anchored to each other at the same time:
He forgot that he had asked her how she had exposed him forging the parents' signatures.
It was natural to forget. Jiang Xingyuan often held drinking parties, and He Dongli rarely had time to go. When she did, she would just sit for a while and be called back to the hospital. But she loved to listen to the noise of her girlfriends. When women in their thirties get together, they love to listen to the poisonous Bible the most. They must listen to the unanimous principle, and the first one is:
Don't listen to or believe what a man says in bed.
When lust makes him lose his mind, he will bark at you even if you ask him to call himself a dog. However, if you try again after he pulls up his pants and gets out of bed, he will definitely say he forgot or doesn't remember.
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