Chapter 17
Kang Xingxing didn't dare to look Zhou Yue in the eye for a long time. Zhou Yue said that he was like a timid little girl, and she herself was a bully who robbed a woman, no, it should be said that she robbed a man.
Whenever this happened, Kang Xingxing would always try to explain himself, saying that he was not embarrassed, it was just that he happened to be looking somewhere else when Zhou Yue looked at him.
"So are you willing or not?" Zhou Yue lay on the sofa like a mermaid princess, her long curly hair wrapped around her white arms and slender waist like seaweed growing in the blue sea. But the princess kept stuffing food into her mouth, which was not very elegant.
Kang Xingxing sat in front of her, smiling like a young bride-to-be. She stared at the TV for a long time before she mustered up the courage to look back at her.
In the sunlight, he turned into a dark-gold bronze figure, his dense eyelashes also golden, fluttering, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, looking at her mouth, cheeks, and finally stopping at her eyes, and said, "Yes."
In this way, their junior high school life was relatively peaceful. At that time, the transition from primary school to junior high school was divided into districts, and the children of the Audit Office's staff compound were all assigned to a key junior high school in the city.
But when being assigned to a school, one has to pass a test in Chinese, math and English. Kang Xingxing and Zhou Yue were assigned to key classes with excellent grades. There are three key classes. Kang Xingxing's last name is Kang, so his first letter comes first, so he was assigned to Class 13, and Zhou Yue was assigned to Class 14.
It's not that there are no hooligans in a good school, but that there is a clear distinction between good students and hooligans. The school attaches great importance to good students and completely gives up on hooligans, because the parents of hooligans are either idle hooligans or well-known hooligans. The former kind of kids are hopeless, and the latter kind of kids are not only hopeless, but also can't be messed with.
But no matter which one, the best way is to spoil them. It’s good too, and everyone is happy.
The Dean of Studies was a middle-aged man, nicknamed "Mediterranean." He was a stocky fellow with a shiny, greasy head and a black leather jacket. He wandered around with a pointer in hand. He would cough in disgust when he saw people hugging and kissing in the corner, and yell at the leader of a fight at the school gate, "Get out and fight!"
After school, he would stand by the iron gate with his hands behind his back, and in the vast crowd, he would grab the bangs of a member of the Funeral Love Family, pull them out, and scold them: "Were you struck by lightning? Huh? I haven't seen the left side of your face all semester! You must let me see your left side tomorrow, or I'll shave it all off!"
After that, he kicked the person on the butt, neither lightly nor heavily, "Still burying love? I'll bury you!" This caused a burst of laughter.
So in the end, the teaching stick never really fell on anyone.
As for girls, he completely ignored them, his eyes passing over their faces as if they were obstacles. What was there to see in these little girls? Their faces were covered with acne, they were fat as if they had taken hormones, or they were as thin as bamboo poles.
But except for one or two, especially a little girl in the key class, who always attracts people to look at her twice during each physical exercise, it is impossible not to look at her. Her white face is glowing under the sun, her eyes are small as a palm, and her eyes are round and big, with a slant at the end of her eyes. This is just lively, but the most fatal thing is that her long, black, curly eyelashes fly up along the end of her eyes, as if flying into her hair. She becomes charming with a touch of lively. If Daji were alive, she would be just like this, mixing in the crowd and following the rhythm to do the movements. Others doing the same movements would look dry like dead wood, but she has a graceful posture as if she is dancing, and her school uniform becomes a sleeve. When she bends over, half of her snow-white skin is exposed. Oh... what will she be like when she grows up?
Thinking about it this way, it’s no wonder that King Zhou had such a beautiful concubine. Which emperor wouldn’t have a short night of spring and never attend court again?
During the break, a bunch of teachers gathered together, standing solemnly at the edge of the playground with their hands behind their backs, but they talked as much gossip as the aunties at the village entrance. Looking at the crowds of students on the playground, wearing the same school uniforms, doing the same movements to the same rhythm, they didn't realize that they had already been divided into different levels in the hearts of their beloved teachers.
"Hey, what's the name of that student in Class 14, Zhou What?" The head teacher raised his chin and looked towards the other end of the playground, tapping his leg lightly with the pointer, and asked casually.
"Zhou Yue." The teacher next to him adjusted his glasses and glanced at his shiny bald head. They were all men, so how could they not know what he was thinking? But he was a cultured man after all, so he saw through it without saying anything, only saying leisurely, "There's another brother, in Class 13."
"Brother? My dear brother?" The dean of studies retracted his gaze and glanced at the people around him in surprise. Family planning was so strict in the 1990s, especially in the north. "Why isn't my dear brother in the same class?"
"Yes, brother. They are not in the same class, but have different surnames. Her brother's surname is Kang."
"Her mother's last name is Kang?"
"No, it seems to be her grandmother's last name. They were said to be unmarried when she was pregnant with her brother. Maybe she wanted to have more children later. Hi, I don't know. Who knows about the underworld!"
"Gangsters?" Dean Niu's eyes widened.
The teacher adjusted his glasses again, raised an eyebrow, and glanced lightly at the director's face. He laughed, as if mocking but helpless, "Yeah, didn't I say her last name was Zhou? Zhou Tiancheng, her father is Zhou Tiancheng."
Well, it's true that he is a gangster who you cannot afford to offend. In the eyes of ordinary people, such people are scarier than officials. When officials retire, people forget about them. Such people are like centipedes that are still alive even after their death. His brothers may pour a bucket of red paint on your door today, and go to the kindergarten gate to hold your daughter and ask her to call him uncle tomorrow. Who wouldn't be afraid of this?
The director frowned upon hearing this, but the teacher didn't let him go, adding quietly, "Her mother, Dai Yan, have you heard of her? She was the one who beat a pregnant woman in Xicheng District into the ICU. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, who wouldn't be afraid of a woman like that?"
There are only so many people in this small place. They are not much younger than Dai Yan. I have heard a little about them. When they were young, they were just idle gangsters.
So the current situation is that the big gangster and the small gangster gave birth to a precious baby, a good student. It is indeed a double negative. The family of three occupies all three corners and no one can afford to offend them.
"So..." The teacher patted the director's shoulder, "Stay away from her. If you can avoid it, don't bother her. This girl will cause a lot of trouble in the future!"
After saying that, he looked at her from a distance. He was teaching a key class, and he had taught many girls who were so beautiful and had excellent grades. There were only two outcomes: either they stood at the top of the pyramid and were picked away by others, or they were crushed into mud and dust. There was no other way.
As a teacher, he hopes that his students will be well, but in one's life, let alone him being a small math teacher, there are some things that even he himself cannot decide.
At this moment, Zhou Yue knew nothing. She felt dizzy while doing exercises. The math formulas she remembered clearly in class were shattered into a pile of messy symbols when the bell rang. They floated in her mind like plankton and completely evaporated under the sun.
She stood on tiptoe to take a look at Kang Xingxing. The bastard was doing his exercises very seriously. His white T-shirt and blue school pants made him look darker and stronger.
He was too tall, so he could only stand in the last row, behind her to her left. He looked calm and composed, his every move confident. He must have learned everything effortlessly, right? Unlike her, whose mind was a mess! How could he be so amazing?
When he saw her, his stern face suddenly smiled. She seldom looked at him from such a distance, and she was a little stunned when she saw him suddenly. It turned out that he had become so handsome, with narrow and long single eyelids as if carved by a knife, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a Adam's apple that rolled when he smiled. The big white teeth that looked like those of a chimpanzee when he was five or six years old were now just the right size, with bright eyes and white teeth, and he was as handsome as a star.
Zhou Yue's heart felt like it was pricked by a needle, and it suddenly sank to the bottom. She glared at him fiercely and turned away. Kang Xingxing was confused by her glare, and looked at her back in panic, his movements all messed up.
After school, Zhou Yue and Kang Xingxing would always stay until the last to leave and walk onto the Bridge of Sighs.
It was dark and the street lights came on. The lights were like crushed stars scattered on the water, sparkling and glittering in the wind. The bluestone bridge blocked the lights and also blocked the eyes of the world. No one saw their tightly clasped fingers.
People on the shore who were far away could only see two children walking slowly across the bridge. They couldn't see their faces clearly, but they could see the girl lying on the bridge pier, her head nodding back and forth to admire her reflection in the water, and the boy looking at her with a silly smile, as if he had found a treasure. Just looking at this treasure was enough to make him feel happy.
Occasionally, clear singing could be heard on the surface of the water. The girl's voice was as soft as water as she sang leisurely: "A brilliant sunset... like the color of your fingernails..."
She lowered her eyes, slightly raised their clasped hands, peeked at his nails, then smiled tenderly at his face and sang: "It once held me so tightly... What a beautiful wound..."
"Memories are like an ancient city
Echoing your and my laughter
Although the sand and wind are whistling outside the city
If I don't leave
Sadness cannot invade me
You know how good it is to live in the past
All the happiness I can't find in the future
The Bridge of Sighs of Love
Can only laugh at me from afar across time
..."
Every time they would sing a whole song before they were willing to come down from the bridge.
When they came down, Zhou Yue was skipping along in front of them. She turned around and asked, "Did I sing well?"
"It sounds nice." Kang Xingxing was so intoxicated that her face almost broke from laughing.
"Alas...but I'm so stupid," she thought of her math class and looked down in frustration, "What should I do with math?"
In fact, she had been very hardworking. She made up her mind to cut her long hair without telling Kang Xingxing, and looked like Liu Hulan, just to avoid spending time combing her hair in the morning. She stayed up so late after school and went to Class 13 to finish all the homework with Kang Xingxing before going home. But even so, he still had to tutor her in math when he got home, and the tutoring lasted until late at night.
"Not stupid," Kang Xingxing hurried a few steps to catch up with her, "Yueyue remembers everything after seeing it once. That's amazing, it's just..."
"What is it?" She looked up and glared at him fiercely, feeling uneasy. She had relied on her photographic memory to barely maintain her math grades, but as long as the question took a slight detour, she would get into a maze and couldn't get out.
"Even math can't always rely on rote memorization..." He scratched his head, and after a long while, he dared to move his eyes to her face and said with a smile: "Actually... Yueyue doesn't have to work so hard. Anyway, I will be the one to earn money to support the family in the future."
"no!"
She stood there, looking down at the overlapping shadows of two people stretched by the streetlight. He also stood down, looking at her blankly and lostly.
Her brows furrowed, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she said firmly, "Only if I study well will the teacher like me and protect me. Only with adults protecting me will you be safe."
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