Chapter 150 Cashmere Sweaters and Scarves
After leaving the classroom, several roommates were jubilant. Although they didn't get the lead role, they all got good roles. They had learned a few moves from Teacher Ning today. Mo Jiasi couldn't help but gesticulate as she walked, singing the song: "The sun is like a golden shuttle, the moon is like a silver shuttle. Leave it to you and me, let's see who can weave the most beautiful life. The golden shuttle and the silver shuttle shuttle day and night. Time is like running water, urging you and me. Young people, don't waste time. Cherish today's beautiful days and months..."
Her singing and dancing attracted the attention of passers-by and also made several roommates laugh.
"Don't laugh, my Jia Si sings pretty well!"
"Yes, yes, it has that flavor. Let's let Jiasi sing when we see it!"
Mo Jiasi felt a little embarrassed after being praised like this: "I just sang it randomly, it's not good at all."
Fubao also smiled and said, "It's very good. I think your singing has that meaning. Let's talk to Teacher Ning later and let you sing this song. We don't need a tape recorder to play it for us."
Mo Jiasi blushed. "Oh, how is that possible? I'm not good-looking!"
Everyone laughed when they saw her like this.
Mo Jiasi was modest in words, but she was actually very happy in her heart, so everyone praised her again and said that they would suggest that she sing when the time comes.
Mo Jiasi refused even more, feeling that he definitely couldn't do it.
However, after dinner in the evening, she secretly ran to the playground to practice the song, and did not come back until very late.
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New Year's Day is only a few days away. Fubao and the others have been taking more and more time to rehearse, and their dance moves have become more and more fluent. After several people suggested, Mo Jiasi was finally responsible for singing that song as she wished. She was so happy that she practiced in the dormitory every day. She even bought a tape of that song and borrowed Fubao's Walkman to listen to it continuously.
On this day, when the five girls came out of the classroom, snowflakes started falling from the sky. They walked back to the dormitory in the snow with laughter. They were not afraid of the cold and just strolled around the campus. Occasionally, they grabbed a handful of snow to make a snowball and threw it to play with.
As they were walking, Wang Fenghua suddenly stopped and nudged Fubao with her elbow: "Look ahead."
Fubao looked over and saw a middle-aged woman standing in front of him. She was wearing a woolen coat with a woolen skirt underneath, holding an umbrella in her hand.
This is Ning Huiyue.
When Ning Huiyue saw Fubao, her eyes lit up immediately. She walked over and said with a smile, "Fubao, did you just get out of class?"
Fu Bao saw Ning Huiyue and nodded gently: "Yes, I'm about to go to class."
Ning Huiyue said with concern: "It's snowing now, you have to drink more hot drinks, don't catch a cold!"
Fubao: "Yeah, I know."
Several roommates watched this scene, puzzled for a moment. Ning Huiyue was too good to Fubao. If Ning Huiyue had set her sights on Fubao as her daughter-in-law, she wouldn't be acting like this. What future mother-in-law would fawn over her daughter-in-law so much?
Fubao hadn't mentioned the incident to his roommates yet, and he didn't know they didn't understand, so he said, "Sister Fenghua, you guys go back first. I want to talk to Aunt Ning first."
Wang Fenghua said considerately, "Okay, we'll take your schoolbag back with you. And when we get our lunch later, can we get you a portion?"
Fubao nodded gratefully.
Several roommates here have left. Ning Huiyue looked at Fubao eagerly: "You have a good relationship with your roommates? I think they are all very nice people."
Fubao: "Yeah, it's good. We usually chat and laugh, and help and take care of each other."
Ning Huiyue said quickly, "That's good, that's good. If you have good relationships with your roommates, you'll feel comfortable living in the dormitory. Besides, the friends you make in school are lifelong friends, which is different from the friends you make after entering the workforce."
Fubao listened quietly to her social experience without saying a word.
Recently, Ning Huiyue came to see Fubao from time to time. The two were still not very familiar with each other, but it was better than at the beginning.
Fubao could sense Ning Huiyue's eagerness to treat him well, to the point where she almost wanted to rip her heart out. However, she didn't know how to respond.
I didn't want to make her too upset or disappointed, but asking her to call me mother right away and treat her like Liu Guizhi was impossible, at least not now.
If I try hard to show my love for her just because she is nice to me, it would seem like a perfunctory attitude towards Ning Huiyue.
Besides, my parents back home haven’t replied yet, so I don’t know what they think.
Ning Huiyue talked for a long time, smiled, and said, "Actually, I came here today because it snowed so heavily and the weather was cold. I happened to have a cashmere sweater at home. It was given to Lao Yu by a foreign friend, so I thought of bringing it to you. It's better than ordinary wool sweaters. It keeps you warm and is also soft."
As he said that, he handed the cashmere sweater to Fubao.
Fubao lowered his eyes and looked over. It was a plastic-sealed box with gold edges. It looked very valuable.
Fu Bao shook his head: "Aunt Ning, I don't need it. I have clothes to wear and I'm not cold. Besides, this thing is too expensive."
Ning Huiyue knew Fubao was going to refuse, so she hurriedly said, "Fubao, don't think too much. I just happen to have an extra piece of clothing here, and it's perfect for you. Just accept it. It will make me feel better if you wear it. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be cold. Look, it's snowing heavily today, it's so cold, and the temperature will drop even more in a few days!"
Snow fluttered like catkins on the campus of Imperial University of Peking. A few flakes of snow fell on Ning Huiyue's hair, as if her black hair was dyed with frost. Fubao looked at her eager eyes and suddenly couldn't say no.
Of course she wouldn't want such a valuable thing, but she couldn't bear to let her down again and again.
After a brief silence, she finally refused the precious cashmere sweater and said, "No thanks, Aunt Ning, I don't need it. The wool sweater I'm wearing now is very warm. But -"
The first rejection made Ning Huiyue's eyes dim, but when she heard the second "however", hope suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Fubao said slowly, "There's a party at our school on New Year's Day, and I'll be participating. Will Aunt Ning come to see it?"
Ning Huiyue was overjoyed when these words came out, and she kept saying, "Okay, okay, okay, I will come, I will definitely come!"
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It gets dark early now, not to mention it's cloudy and snowy today. Fubao and several roommates enjoyed mutton soup in the cafeteria and ate roujiamo specially made by the cafeteria chef today. Their stomachs felt warm, and they didn't feel cold even though it was gloomy and cold outside.
When I came out of the cafeteria and reached the dormitory door, I saw Xiao Dingkun.
When Wang Fenghua saw Xiao Dingkun, she couldn't help but smile: "Fubao, you are such a popular person. Everyone comes to see you."
It has been several days since Xiao Dingkun gave her a Walkman. She never expected that he would suddenly come to school at this time. She was caught off guard for a moment and did not dare to look Xiao Dingkun directly.
The girls looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. Then they took Fubao's umbrella and said, "I see you don't need an umbrella anymore. Let us take it back for you. You two can have a good chat."
After saying that, he snatched Fubao's umbrella and went to the dormitory.
Fubao hurriedly called out: "Hey, hey, hey, it's snowing outside, I need an umbrella."
What do these roommates mean? Are they going to let her be snowed in?
Wang Fenghua smiled and said, "Your brother Dingkun has an umbrella with him, so don't be afraid."
Fubao: ...
Even after his roommates had gone into the dormitory, Fubao was still standing there helplessly.
Xiao Dingkun walked over and covered her with his huge black umbrella to shield her from the falling snowflakes. He lowered his head and stared at her dazed face.
She was still wearing the same blouse she had worn that day, her hands placed awkwardly on her waist, her face flushed, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly, and the tips of her eyelashes moist with water vapor.
In such a cold day, she is still as fresh as a newly blooming peony.
She was petite and weak, standing in his arms with her head down, under his umbrella.
Xiao Dingkun stared at Fubao like this, and his low voice rang out: "What are you standing there for? Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
When he spoke, because of the close distance, the rumbling sound of his chest came into his ears along with the low voice, surrounding Fubao with a strong masculine scent.
Hearing this, Fubao smiled and pursed his lips. His lively eyes were looking at the snowflakes dancing beside him. He said softly, "It's not too cold actually. Don't they say it's not cold when it snows, but when it melts? Brother Dingkun, why are you here at this time?"
Xiao Dingkun: "I just suddenly thought of it."
I have been very busy these days, busy applying for foreign trade quotas for a batch of goods. In the midst of my busy schedule, I always think of her blushing face as she stuffed the scarf into my hands, shy and domineering.
I kept thinking about it, replaying it over and over again, and then stroking the scarf, reluctant to let go.
The scarf is very nice. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I can even smell the girl’s fragrance on it.
After a few days of torment, the project finally came to an end today and he relaxed all of a sudden. That day, he looked at the snowflakes outside the window and couldn't help but think of her again.
In fact, the weather outside was bad and it was late. He had to take the bus here and had to go back quickly after saying a few words. But he just wanted to see her, even if it was just for a glance.
Once this thought arises, the thought is like wildfire and cannot be suppressed.
So he, who had become more and more rational in his behavior over the years, was impulsive and came over and saw it.
On the way, I also thought about what she would say and what I would say after meeting her. I thought I should hold back my words so as not to make her shy.
Fubao lowered his head: "Oh... have you eaten?"
From this angle, Xiao Dingkun could see the thin white nape of her neck faintly revealed among her black hair. Because it was faint, it was even more attractive. His Adam's apple moved slightly. He thought about her question and said slowly, "No."
Seeing that he had to think for a while about eating, Fubao laughed, his smile as bright as a pear blossom in the snow: "Then I'll take you to eat. We have a second canteen here. There's still food at this time. If you're willing to pay more, you can even order some stir-fries."
Xiao Dingkun was a little surprised: "Okay."
So Fubao took him to the second cafeteria, and they happened to meet Wannian on the way. Wannian looked over here without blinking.
Fubao greeted generously: "This is my friend."
Wannian was a little caught off guard and smiled quickly: "Hello, hello."
Although he said this, his eyes kept looking at Xiao Dingkun.
After Wannian walked away, Xiao Dingkun asked, "Does this guy want to be with you?"
Fubao: "Ah?"
Seeing her like this, Xiao Dingkun knew that she didn't think much of it. If others didn't express it clearly, she might not take it seriously, so he stopped talking and changed the subject immediately: "What delicious food do you have in the second cafeteria?"
Fu Bao laughed: "It's delicious in our opinion, but you may not think it's delicious. There are scrambled eggs with chopped green onions, and cold-mixed black fungus and so on."
In fact, although it is called a stir-fry, it is much simpler than the stir-fried dishes in restaurants. It is just a variety of ingredients that have been prepared in advance, simply put into a big pot and heated up a few times. But even so, it is still popular among students, and they will line up to eat this stir-fry.
Fubao generously ordered two dishes for Xiao Dingkun, two large white steamed buns, and a free bowl of soup: "That should be enough, right?"
Xiao Dingkun: "Enough."
Sitting there, Xiao Dingkun lowered his head to eat, and Fubao occasionally looked up at him.
He wore a scarf he had knitted himself today. As expected, this grey scarf suited him very well, making him look more resolute, handsome and calm.
Xiao Dingkun is seven years older than Fubao and older than most of the male students in the school. The maturity and confidence he has gained in society are not comparable to the young students in the school.
Xiao Dingkun eats very quickly, but he doesn't look messy, and his eating posture is still clean and comfortable.
He had almost finished eating, and he looked up at Fubao with a smile in his eyes: "What are you looking at me?"
Fubao was caught by his gaze at once, and felt as if inky flames were leaping in his eyes, and his face suddenly flushed.
"I wasn't looking at you..." Her clear and moist almond-shaped eyes moved slightly, and she protested softly: "I was looking at the scarf I knitted."
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows: "Oh."
He clearly didn't say anything, but Fubao felt like he was being seen through. He could only look at the pattern on the scarf and sincerely praise it: "This scarf is really beautiful."
Of course it looks good because I knitted it myself.
Xiao Dingkun suddenly laughed out loud. His facial features were deep and his eyebrows were stern. His smile was like a spring breeze blowing into the cold desert. His originally cold face became gentle. He looked at her and smiled: "The scarf is nice. I have been wearing it these days."
Fubao was instantly overjoyed.
It seems he likes this scarf.
After a simple meal, because there were many people in the cafeteria and they couldn't sit here all the time, they had to get up and go out. After going out, it was quite cold outside, so Fubao accompanied Xiao Dingkun walking on the small path in the campus.
Everything was bleak: the old trees, the small bridges, the nameless lake, already covered in a layer of ice, with withered leaves on the ice. Snow, like catkins, drifted down from the gray sky, sprinkling onto the ice, covering the withered leaves, and the icy flowers on the lake, as if shrouding the world in a thin layer of white gauze.
Xiao Dingkun held up a big umbrella and protected Fubao by his side. The two of them stepped on the soft and thin first snow, making a slight rustling sound.
There were not many people in the scenic area at this time. From a distance, there was only one worker repairing and tinkering with the transformer. Apart from that, there was silence between heaven and earth.
The two of them didn't talk much.
When the path came to an end, the footsteps stopped.
Xiao Dingkun lowered his head and looked at Fubao: "I'll go back. It's getting late and cold outside."
Fubao: “Yeah.”
In fact, I can't bear to leave. I always feel that even if I don't say anything, just walking with him in the campus in the light snow like this, I feel indescribable sweetness and anticipation.
But she had no reason not to let him go. It was dark and it was difficult to wait for the bus.
Xiao Dingkun was silent for a while, then said, "You want to perform a show on New Year's Day the day after tomorrow, right?"
Fubao: "Yes, it's in the small auditorium next to the first cafeteria."
Xiao Dingkun said in a low voice: "Then I will come to watch your performance."
Fubao looked at the buttons of his black coat in front of him and nodded: "Yeah."
She looked so soft and obedient with her head slightly lowered. Her soft bangs fell neatly on her fair forehead, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked like a soft doll.
Xiao Dingkun thought of the doll he had given her: "Do you like the doll I gave you before?"
Fubao pursed his lips and smiled: "I like it! I also like the Walkman you gave me. I use it to listen to English and also lend it to my roommates. Everyone is very grateful to you."
But she suddenly changed her tone and said, "But Brother Dingkun, these are too valuable. You don't have to give me these in the future. It's such a waste."
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows: "If you like it and need it, isn't that enough? Who cares if it's expensive or cheap."
Fubao: "...Isn't this such a waste?"
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows: "If you like it, it's not a waste."
What he lacks least now is money.
Fu Bao was helpless for a moment, pouting slightly: "The Walkman is indeed quite useful to me, but that kind of expensive doll, anyway, don't buy it in the future, I don't want it even if you buy it!"
Her rosy lips were slightly pouting, like a crystal clear cherry in this snowy evening.
Xiao Dingkun's face darkened, his Adam's apple slid, and after taking a deep breath, he turned his head and said, "Come on, I'll take you back."
He said this suddenly and firmly. Fubao was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, not understanding why it was so sudden, but since he said so, she nodded of course.
She still felt a little disappointed, and she... wanted to talk to him more.
After all, she hadn't seen him for several days since she gave him the scarf, so she inevitably had a lot of little thoughts in her mind. She wanted to hear him say something that would make her feel more at ease and sweeter.
Who knew he would say that suddenly.
Fubao was feeling lost when he suddenly felt a strong hand holding his right hand, and warmth came from those hands.
Fubao's body stiffened slightly.
You have to know that these days, when people are dating, most people just walk side by side and get close to each other. Students at the Imperial University of Peking are a little more open-minded and hold hands, but it is not common, at least it is rare to see people holding hands in public.
This is an era that seems open but is actually very conservative at heart, with the old and the new alternating and two ideologies coexisting.
After Xiao Dingkun held those hands, he had no intention of letting go.
He lowered his eyes, stared at her and said, "Why are your hands so cold?"
Not only was it cool, but it was also thin and soft, completely different from his big hands.
Fubao didn't say anything, her blood rushed up, she was a little at a loss, more of a strange feeling, joy, warmth, and surprise?
Xiao Dingkun simply grabbed her other hand and held it in his palm.
The little girl's soft and delicate hands were cool and he carefully held them in his palms. Her voice was particularly hoarse and gentle in this snowy night: "Wear thicker clothes when you go out next time, okay?"
Fubao nodded obediently.
Xiao Dingkun smiled, his deep eyes showing affection and pity: "I'll give you a cashmere sweater later. It's warm and lightweight."
Fubao was originally too shy to speak, but when he mentioned the cashmere sweater, she remembered what happened to Ning Huiyue during the day: "She came to see me again and wanted to give me a cashmere sweater, but I refused. You don't have to give it to me either, it's not something I absolutely need. I'm already warm enough wearing a wool sweater and a puffer jacket. I'm afraid I'll sweat if I wear a cashmere sweater!"
The "she" that Fubao mentioned was naturally Ning Huiyue.
Xiao Dingkun: "Does she still come to see you often?"
Fubao: “Yeah.”
Xiao Dingkun: "So what are you thinking now?"
Fubao sighed softly: "She's so good to me. People are all made of flesh and blood. Of course I feel bad for her, but... I still want to see what my parents think. I have to let them know!"
Xiao Dingkun raised his hand and touched her hair: "If you feel distressed, then say a few more words, get in touch more, and take it slowly."
What he said was exactly what she was thinking, and she nodded immediately: "Yes, I know."
Xiao Dingkun held her hand and said, "Let me take you home. It's too late."
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After returning to the dormitory, Fubao's heart still felt a little dizzy, as if she was walking on clouds. She didn't feel very steady. She held her right hand with her left hand, and it seemed that his scent was still lingering in her palm, that masculine scent, clear and comfortable.
I couldn't help but go to the window and look out. I was a little surprised when I saw it.
He was actually still standing under their dormitory, looking up at the window.
By this time, the snow had begun to fall heavily, and the heavy snow drifted down, landing on his hair, dyeing his jet-black hair a layer of white frost. The streetlight shone on him, stretching his back into a blurry and slender figure.
Her nose felt a little sore. She looked through the window at him who was silently looking at her window. She moved closer and waved to the outside.
He must have seen it and waved to her, then raised his umbrella and left.
Fubao watched his back disappear in the night snow, and stood there stupidly for a long time.
It wasn't until Mo Jiasi, who had been practicing his voice outside, came back that he asked in surprise, "What happened to Fubao? It's like you've lost your soul. Who took your soul away?"
Feng Meini, who was buried in her writing next to her, couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "Who else could it be? It must be him, Brother Dingkun!"
Li Juaner and the others were reading books, and when they heard this, they all laughed.
Wang Fenghua was lying on the upper bunk writing a letter to her husband. At this moment, she looked down, sighed, and said enviously, "It's great to be young. A little love is so sweet and sour, so happy. As for me, now I can only write to my husband to ask about the children and the crops! You guys should start too. It's such a good age, it's a pity not to have a partner. Don't be like me. I got married before I even had a date, and had a child before I even had a honeymoon."
After she said this, several young girls also felt a little yearning. They were about the same age, and it was indeed time for them to find a partner. It seemed that it was time to look for one.
Li Juaner remembered something and asked Feng Meini, "Meini, didn't you say you went to practice English and met a boy in the English corner?"
Feng Meini blushed immediately: "Oh, we just met to chat, there's no trace of our relationship!"
So a few girls started counting the boys in the class one by one on their fingers. In the end, after talking a lot, they found that there were two good ones. One was the class monitor Wannian, and the other was Peng Hansong. Both of them looked good, were reliable in their work, and were also very good in their studies.
But it seems that Wannian always sticks with Fubao, so this one doesn't count. The only one we can consider is Peng Hansong.
Li Juan'er pondered, "That Peng Hansong is tall and has a nice, well-dressed look, but he's a bit older. I heard he's already 24. Isn't that too old?"
Ding Weihong looked at them and smiled: "Oh, it's okay to be older. Look at Fubao's brother Dingkun. He is more caring when he is older."
Fu Bao was helpless: "Don't talk about my brother Dingkun all the time, otherwise I will be angry, hehe."
Everyone laughed heartily and teased her mischievously before starting to discuss Peng Hansong. Li Juaner seemed quite eager to try: "Today in the cafeteria, he even said hello to me and spoke to me for quite a while."
Feng Meini agreed: "That's fine. We won't eat with you anymore. We'll create more opportunities for you!"
Li Juan'er quickly defended herself: "Come on, I just want to be your matchmaker!"
However, who believes it?
Everyone laughed.
In fact, after Fubao seemed to have found a boyfriend, everyone in the dormitory started to have some feelings for her.
After all, you are at the right age and the time on campus is so wonderful. It would be a pity not to find a partner.
Fubao leaned comfortably on the bed, holding the doll Xiao Dingkun gave him, listening to the English music on his Walkman, and thinking about the day when brother Dingkun came to see him.
What did he say today? If you like it and need it, that's all that matters. Who cares if it's expensive or cheap?
Although Fubao is frugal at heart and certainly won't spend extra money, even if Xiao Dingkun has money, she doesn't want him to waste it.
But girls still feel sweet when they hear such words.
There is a feeling of being carefully cared for in his palms and loved and pampered with all his strength.
Outside the window, winter snow was flying, but inside the warm house, Fubao hugged the doll, pursed his lips and couldn't help smiling.
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