Chapter 9
Walking in the midsummer sunshine, Xia Zhiheng walked over and smiled politely.
Aunt Dai came back to her senses and said with a smile: "Of course, of course, she is still very elegant now. Orange, who is this?"
Zhang Jusong quickly explained: "Uh, this is Xia Zhiheng, my neighbor when I was a kid. Maybe you've seen him before?"
"Let me think about it," Aunt Dai looked down, pondered for a while, and suddenly clapped her hands, "I remember, you are the little boy following the orange, right? Wow, time flies, you have grown so tall now."
After a few pleasantries, Aunt Dai smiled and said:
"Okay, keep in touch when you have time. Bye."
In fact, we all know that there will be no follow-up if we keep in touch. We just meet, say a few words, and then go our separate ways.
After Aunt Dai left, the polite smile on Zhang Jusong's face faded a little, but it did not disappear completely because Xia Zhiheng was still by his side.
She has always smiled when interacting with others. This is what her parents taught her since she was young, and now it has become a habit.
Zhang Jusong took a deep breath and looked sideways at Xia Zhiheng: "Have you chosen the camera? Let's go then."
Xia Zhiheng folded his arms and waited a few seconds before answering, "Aren't you upset that she just spoke like that?"
He was clearly asking her if she was happy or not, but the one who was angry looked more like himself.
What a strange person, Zhang Jusong thought.
She pursed her lips and said, "It's okay. Actually, that auntie didn't mean any harm. She just met and wanted to find an excuse to say a few words. We don't know much about the present, so we can only talk about the past."
"It's still a little sad though, isn't it?"
Xia Zhiheng's eyes stayed on her face. When he wasn't smiling, he actually looked a little stern.
Being stared at like this, Zhang Jusong felt annoyed.
She retorted in her heart: What does this have to do with you?
But it was hard to say such impolite words. After a while, Zhang Jusong took out his cell phone, tapped a few buttons, and then said:
"Well, something happened at home, so I'll leave first."
Just go.
She walked quickly to the subway station.
It was not rush hour, and the subway platform was dotted with people in twos and threes.
Zhang Jusong walked a long way from one end of the platform to the other and stopped in front of an empty screen door.
The next subway will arrive in two minutes.
The transparent shielding door reflects a person's shadow, blurry and blurry.
She stared at her own blurry shadow in a daze.
Do you get angry when you hear people talking about how good you were in the past?
Actually, yes.
It's just a little bit, just a little bit, there's no need to get too angry.
As she had just explained to Xia Zhiheng, people who talk are often just lamenting the passing of time or making small talk. This is the same as those relatives who ask during the Chinese New Year, "Have you found a partner?", "How is your work?", "How are your grades?"
But even if I understand this truth, I still feel a little sad when I really hear it.
So, some acquaintances may not necessarily be good.
So annoying! Zhang Jusong shook his head, trying to get rid of all those distracting thoughts.
Amid the whistling sound, the subway entered the station, and the shield door opened with a "ding ding" sound, and the cold air from the carriage rushed towards me.
A thought also popped into Zhang Jusong's mind.
Was she... too rude to Xia Zhiheng just now?
You shouldn't be angry with him.
Zhang Jusong thought with some regret.
People with her personality will keep even the smallest thing in mind.
At night, Zhang Jusong lay on his back with his cell phone held high in both hands.
I scrolled through the chat list and found Xia Zhiheng. I wanted to type but didn’t know what to say.
A serious apology?
What if they don't take this seriously at all? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?
But if I don’t say anything, what if he is still angry?
Zhang Jusong poked his fingers on the screen and clicked into Xia Zhiheng's circle of friends.
She seldom checked Moments, so she had never clicked into Xia Zhiheng's Moments.
After looking at it, I found that it was a pretty silent circle of friends, which is very similar to her.
I set it to be visible for half a year. In the whole half year, there was only one circle of friends, which was posted on the day I went to A University for self-recruitment. The only photo was the old gate of A University in the summer sun. The composition and light were very beautiful.
Enlarge the photo, huh?
Zhang Jusong was a little surprised.
In the crowd in the corner, she actually saw herself pushing a bicycle.
Maybe it's because the composition and lighting are too harmonious, or maybe it's because the person only occupies a very small part of the photo.
All in all, she didn't hate the photo.
Zhang Jusong long-pressed the photo to bring up the save button.
The moment she pressed the save button, she somehow thought of Xia Zhiheng in the viewfinder.
The midsummer sunshine and the young man in white shirt are truly a beautiful sight.
Just as I was lost in thought, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Zhang Jusong, come out and eat!"
The sudden thunder frightened Zhang Jusong so much that his cell phone hit his face with a "bang".
It hurts so much!
Even though tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, Zhang Jusong still jumped up from the bed and opened the bedroom door aggressively.
"Qu Ling! Are you going to die? Why are you shouting so loudly all of a sudden?"
Outside the door, Qu Ling, who had already turned around, heard the noise, turned around and saw her covering her face, raised an eyebrow: "Hey, what's wrong?"
"It's all your fault." Zhang Jusong punched him, "You scared me so much that my phone fell on my face!"
There was a burst of laughter in the corridor.
"Hahaha...you are such a talent...the phone hit my face..."
Zhang Jusong chased him all the way to the living room.
"Hey, stop it." Qu Ling smiled and dodged. When she saw Aunt Luo coming out of the kitchen, she simply hid behind her, like an eagle catching its chicks.
Aunt Luo held the fruit plate and said helplessly, "Be careful, don't knock my fruit plate over. You are so old, but you are still like two children. Qu Ling, you have to respect your sister and stop teasing her all the time."
My aunt just came out with my grandmother. Seeing this, she glared at Qu Ling and said, "Alright, stop making trouble. Sit down and eat your peaches."
It is a top-quality peach, soft, with a small pit when pressed by hand, and sweet and fragrant.
Zhang Jusong ate the whole thing.
My grandmother’s teeth are not very good, but she ate a few pieces with a small fork and said it was delicious.
“This peach is quite fresh.”
My aunt smiled and said, "Yes, it's just very soft and won't keep for long. Qu Song's friend gave it to me, and there were three boxes of it. I was worried that it might go bad."
"Then give some to relatives and friends. Don't waste good things."
"I thought so too. I'll send it tomorrow."
"Well, the neighbors also sent some."
As grandma spoke, she took out a tissue and handed it to Zhang Jusong, asking her to wipe her face.
Zhang Jusong listened and suddenly asked, "Well, can I give some to my friend?"
"Of course." Grandma looked very happy. "I told you a long time ago that you should keep in touch with your old friends, but you always refused because you were afraid of being embarrassed."
As she spoke, grandma immediately called Aunt Luo: "Pick up a box of oranges. Is one box enough?"
"We don't need that many." Zhang Jusong said quickly, "Ten or so at most will be enough."
Aunt Luo was eating a peach and nodded: "Okay. I'll have as many as you want."
After eating the peach and washing his hands, Zhang Jusong slowly returned to his bedroom.
With her hand on the door handle, she was about to enter the bedroom when Qu Ling suddenly came over, pushed her into the bedroom, and then closed the door behind her.
With his back against the dark green door, Qu Ling smiled a little wickedly. He lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, is your friend serious? He actually asked our princess to personally deliver peaches to him."
Zhang Jusong picked up a fox pillow and threw it over.
"Shut up."
Qu Ling caught the pillow accurately with a standard ball-catching posture, and pinched the fox's tail.
"Honestly, you've been back so many times during the holidays, but I've never seen you looking for friends. Is there nothing going on?"
"Nothing!"
Zhang Jusong stiffened his neck and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and do your summer homework."
"Tsk." Qu Ling put the fox pillow on the bed. "Okay, if you don't want to say it, forget it. By the way, remember to download an anti-fraud app."
“I really…”
Before Zhang Jusong's fist landed on him, Qu Ling dodged nimbly.
This younger brother has some skills in making people angry.
Returning to the soft bed again, Zhang Jusong learned his lesson this time and no longer lay on his back playing with his phone.
After writing and deleting several times in the chat box, I finally sent a message:
"Do you want to eat peaches? Someone at home gave me a lot of them. I can't finish them, so I want to give you some."
Xia Zhiheng replied immediately.
"OK!"
She replied so quickly, so she must not be angry, right? Zhang Jusong breathed a sigh of relief. If she was angry with someone, she would deliberately reply ten minutes later to show her attitude.
Xia Zhiheng asked: "Then should I go to my sister's house to get it?"
This won't do. Zhang Jusong quickly typed:
"Don't bother. Just give me your address and I'll ask someone in the city to deliver it to you."
"good."
When Zhang Jusong saw the address sent by Xia Zhiheng, he was slightly stunned.
No. 14, Xiangzhangyuan.
This is an address she is very familiar with. Before moving, she and her parents lived at No. 13 Xiangzhangyuan next door.
After so many years, is he still living in the same place?
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