Teacher Wang saw Ji Mian and his mother off, then stood up and looked at the wall.
On the kindergarten's photo wall, there are photos of Fu Chenyu from last year.
Four years old, with a violin on her shoulder and a little fox pendant hanging from her neck, a smile on her snow-white face, Ning Qian was half-squatting, her white dress spotless.
Teacher Wang squatted down and said to Fu Chenyu: "Xiao Yu, do you want to participate in this year's talent show?"
Fu Chenyu said nothing.
Teacher Wang stroked his hair and smiled: "Teacher, tell Mom to come and see Xiao Yu's performance, okay?"
Fu Chenyu's black pupils trembled.
He didn't say he would come, nor did he say he couldn't come, but a ripple appeared in his heart.
Ji Mian returned home and calmed down.
When I saw the two main characters of "Stranger Tenderness", it would be a lie to say that I didn't feel any emotion.
The original novel mentioned that Su Luoyu occupied the most important position in Fu Chenyu's childhood.
Fu Chenyu was injured and Su Luoyu came to comfort him.
Fu Chenyu was bullied and Su Luoyu fought for him.
Fu Chenyu had no food to eat, so Su Luoyu fed him mouthful by mouthful.
So later, Su Luoyu became the white moonlight that could not be surpassed in the man's heart.
Ji Mian's mouth twitched, thinking about twenty years later——
He became a stumbling block in the love between Su Luoyu and Li Jue, so Fu Chenyu took action to help Su Luoyu get rid of him.
Is this the final fate of the cannon fodder substitute...
I don't know how their relationship is progressing now. Has Su Luoyu become Fu Chenyu's white moonlight now?
Judging from the way Fu Chenyu threw the candy today, I guess not.
If there is no death now, it will happen soon in the future, which means that my death is near.
Ji Mian covered his chest and wanted to vomit blood:...I feel like I can still struggle a little longer.
Ji Mian was in distress when he suddenly heard the melodious sound of a violin.
The fire rising from the sky burned the layers of cirrus clouds, and Kreisler's "The Joy of Love" floated in the wind. Ji Mian forgot his worries for a moment, and was involuntarily attracted by the music. His restless heart gradually calmed down.
The jumping notes reveal the performer's cautious love and joy, as if stealing a moment of hope. Soon, the music stops abruptly, and that moment of hope disappears completely.
Ji Mian sighed and figured it out.
Forget it, when the enemy comes, we will fight him; when the water comes, we will block it with earth.
As long as he stays away from Fu Chenyu, he may not be killed by him in the future.
A boy appeared downstairs in the tube building.
He carried the washbasin and walked quickly towards the laundry sink.
In the basin was a white shirt, which Ning Qian had bought for him during the kindergarten party last year. He treasured it very much.
It is very difficult for a five-year-old child to wash clothes.
If you don’t know how to use soap nuts, the foam won’t be able to be rinsed clean.
But he still washed seriously, his eyes focused, turning over and over, not missing any corner.
His lips were tightly pursed and his face was expressionless, but the five-year-old couldn't hide his eyes, which were sparkling and full of anticipation.
A moment later, the boy appeared on the rooftop with a puddle of foamy water on his chest. He stepped on a stool and used his tiptoes to hang up the small white shirt.
That was his performance costume, which his mother bought for him last year.
He repeated in his mind.
The white shirt fluttered in the wind in the old neighborhood, like Ning Qian's raised white skirt in the photo.
Fu Chenyu sat on the stool, looking at the clothes expectantly.
I sat there for the whole afternoon.
The boy thought that if he performed well in the show, his mother would come to see his performance.
He wants to tell his mother that he can wash his clothes, hang clothes by himself, and go to kindergarten by himself.
He has grown up and become a man. Even without a father, he can work hard to support his mother.
He eats very little—he really…really doesn't cause any trouble to the adults…
Fu Chenyu lowered his head, tears rolling down his eyes, which he couldn't wipe away no matter how hard he tried.
Ji Mian looked away, feeling mixed emotions.
Ning Qian lived in her lover's house for a long time and didn't come back once every ten days or half a month. Apart from sending money, she basically ignored her son.
Gradually, the nanny Aunt Chen became more and more daring. She brought her own son to take over the magpie's nest and drove Fu Chenyu out.
No wonder Fu Chenyu's clothes looked a little dirty, a little old, and didn't fit him well.
Aunt Chen gave his clothes to her own son and gave her own son's clothes to Fu Chenyu.
Ji Mian felt a little angry when he thought of this.
No matter how much harm Fu Chenyu will cause to society in the future, it has not happened yet and the child is so innocent.
only……
Ji Mian shook his head and decided not to meddle in other people's business.
Perhaps because of the fusion with the original owner's memory, he could always feel the moment when the bullet hit his calf when he closed his eyes. Fu Chenyu's cruel and indifferent expression twenty years later, and the feeling of suffocation when falling into the cold sea made him feel the despair of death again and again.
The direction of the novel "Stranger Tenderness" is destined to make Fu Chenyu a big devil who threatens the police force. Even his white moonlight Su Luoyu failed to successfully influence him, so Ji Mian is even less confident.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the kindergarten talent show.
Early in the morning, Lin Minzhi dressed Ji Mian in new clothes and applied facial cream on him, making him smell good.
Ji Mian took Lin Minzhi's hand and went out, just in time to see Aunt Chen and his son. Fu Chenyu was standing opposite them, his eyes red, his whole body trembling, and his expression looked like he wanted to kill someone.
On the ground was his washed snow-white shirt, which was already covered with countless footprints left by Aunt Chen's son.
It fell into a dirty ditch, got mixed with mud, and could no longer be worn.
The instigator was arrogant: "You son of a murderer! How dare you steal my clothes!"
Ji Mian subconsciously thought blankly: No...that's Fu Chenyu's clothes.
He washed the clothes...that he had been waiting for for a long time.
Lin Minzhi happily held Ji Mian in her arms and took him to the stationery store to buy a little rabbit eraser before going to kindergarten.
A stylish Santana stopped in front of the stationery store. The car opened and a little boy in a suit jumped out. He looked about seven or eight years old.
The middle-aged man and the beautiful woman got out of the car together. Ji Mian paused and stared at her in surprise.
Ning Qian!
Fu Chenyu's mother.
His eyes fell on the face of the man next to Ning Qian, and the plot of "Stranger Tenderness" slowly unfolded.
He is Ning Qian's new husband, the secretary of Lingang County, and will soon be promoted to deputy mayor of Tongcheng.
Ning Qian is now his mistress and is about to get married to him. Her future is bright.
The boy threw himself into Ning Qian's arms and acted coquettishly.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Xiao Xi, don't jump into your aunt's arms, be careful not to hurt your sister."
Xiao Xi asked sweetly, "Auntie, when will my little sister be born? I really want to see her!"
Ning Qian was embarrassed: "You're calling me sister right now, what if it's a brother?"
Her heart tightened, fearing that Lin Xi would really call her sister. If she wanted to stay in this family, she had to give birth to a son for the man.
The middle-aged man supported her and said, "Xiao Xi likes younger sisters, and I like daughters too. Xiao Xi, today is your birthday, pick whatever you like, and Dad will pay."
Xiaoxi jumped up: "I love dad the most!"
Lin Xi walked into the stationery store and saw Ji Mian in Lin Minzhi's arms, holding a little rabbit eraser in his hand.
Cat-like eyes, a small face like a glutinous rice dumpling, arms as white as tender lotus roots, black, soft and fluffy hair that was cut very neatly, and he was wearing a white hood with rabbit ears on it.
People are as cute as rabbits.
The surprise in Lin Xi's eyes flashed away, and she stared at Ji Mian stupidly.
The child, who was as cute as a rabbit, was deeply engraved in his mind.
Lin Minzhi exclaimed "Ah" and also saw Ning Qian.
There were whispers all around, and the women looked at Ning Qian with jealousy and envy on their faces.
People say she is lucky because her ex-husband is a capable man, but unfortunately he went to jail. Now she is hooking up with another capable man.
The family of three is having a great time together, the warmth is dazzling.
Ji Mian held Lin Minzhi's hand tightly, with a hint of anger rising in his heart.
Did Ning Qian know that her son was waiting for her in the kindergarten?
She celebrated other people's sons' birthdays, but her own son couldn't even afford a piece of clothing.
"Oh, okay, got it." Teacher Wang hung up the pay phone.
Fu Chenyu looked up at her. Teacher Wang prepared her words and squatted down: "Xiao Yu... Your mother has something to do and may not be able to come today."
Fu Chenyu was silent for a moment, his body trembling slightly as if he couldn't control himself: "But I told my mother."
Teacher Wang touched his earlobe lovingly: "Xiao Yu, your mother just called the teacher... and said..."
Fu Chenyu was bewildered: "She promised me."
The boy stood there at a loss.
He grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands. The clothes were old, wrinkled and not decent enough.
The white shirt was trampled to pieces by Aunt Chen's son.
Teacher Wang sighed: "Xiao Yu..."
Fu Chenyu lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes: "Teacher Wang, can you lend me a white dress?"
Teacher Wang choked up several times: "Xiao Yu, listen to me, it's not because you don't have nice clothes..."
She suddenly couldn't continue.
Fu Chenyu wiped his face vigorously with his arm, wiping away his tears.
There were bloodshot eyes and his lips trembled as he spoke: "Teacher Wang, can you lend me a white coat?"
Teacher Wang looked at Fu Chenyu, hugged him, and thought to himself: Poor guy...
Everyone knows that today is the birthday of the son of the Lingang County Party Secretary.
On the road, countless pairs of eyes watched Ning Qian get into the Santana, and the car sped away, leaving Lingang County.
She will never come again.
He was abandoned by his mother.
The kindergarten is decorated with lights and is full of joy.
Su Luoyu's piano piece amazed everyone. Yang Chaoying and his wife stood in the audience, enjoying the attention and flattery of the crowd.
Ji Mian sat in Lin Minzhi's arms, looking for Fu Chenyu's shadow in the crowd from time to time.
He thought, at least he should applaud Fu Chenyu when he performed.
Unfortunately, he didn't find anyone after a whole day.
After the performance, Lin Minzhi took her son to the old street to buy food.
She plans to set up another soup stall, as business will pick up once the weather gets colder.
Ji Mian held Lin Minzhi's hand tightly, and he sat obediently on the small stool while Lin Minzhi was shopping in the store.
People came and went, stopping to watch and sizing up the little, godlike creature he was.
When Ji Mian was drowsy, the familiar violin music sounded in his ears again.
He remembered that this was the performance piece that Fu Chenyu had practiced for a full week.
The two families lived close to each other, and Fu Chenyu practiced countless times, and Ji Mian could recite every note by heart.
He took a few steps forward, and Lin Minzhi picked him up: "Mianmian?"
Ji Mian said anxiously: "Mom..."
Lin Minzhi was moved and walked towards the music with Ji Mian in her arms.
After crossing the old street, there is an abandoned train station behind. The weeds have grown to the waist, and they are bright yellow and golden.
Fire burned the cirrus clouds and the setting sun poured down.
A boy was sitting on the abandoned train platform.
He tilted his head, his fingertips dancing on the strings, and the mournful music lingered with the wind.
The abandoned and worn-out dolls scattered in the mountains became the only listeners.
"Evita" - Don't cry for me.
Ji Mian listened in a daze.
Washing spotless white shirts, practicing over and over again.
Scenes flashed through Ji Mian's mind.
All of Fu Chenyu's cautious expectations were met with Ning Qian's words, "I'm busy and don't have time."
There was not a single star in his night sky.
After the song ended, Fu Chenyu was in a daze.
After a while, Ji Mian saw him raise his hand to wipe his face, getting harder and harder, but he couldn't stop the tears as big as beans.
The boy sat in front of the train station forgotten by humans, crying loudly.
Lin Minzhi hugged Ji Mian silently and sighed in her heart.
The Fu Yong incident caused a sensation in Lingang County.
It's also pitiful...
Fu Chenyu cried until she was hoarse. When she had cried enough, she wiped her tears, packed up her violin, and left without saying a word.
With a "click", Ji Mian saw the fox pendant on his violin bag fall to the ground.
After Fu Chenyu left, Ji Mian jumped out of Lin Minzhi's arms.
He looked back at Lin Minzhi, who looked at him with tenderness in her eyes, encouraging him.
Ji Mian picked a small white flower from the side of the railway track.
The wind, the sun, and the roar of the train still couldn't crush their vitality.
Flowers bloom from the mud, hard, unknown, and wanting to survive.
The wind blew through the weeds, making no sound.
Fu Chenyu turned back anxiously and walked hurriedly. Along the way, he lowered his head and looked everywhere for the fox pendant.
Where did it get lost? He was extremely anxious.
That was one of the few things Ning Qian gave him.
When they reached the train platform, Fu Chenyu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little fox sitting on the ground unharmed.
He bent down and was about to pick it up when he was suddenly stunned.
In the little fox's arms, there was a small white flower.
White, like his white shirt and Ning Qian’s white skirt.
Like - a white windmill.
Fu Chenyu remembered what he saw in kindergarten - the owner of the white windmill.
When he smiled, his eyes were curved and there were bright stars in them.
It seems to be called...Mianmian.
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