Seeing that he was losing interest, the regimental commander had already ridden away on his bike, and before leaving, he made a gesture to Gong Yao that he would contact him again later.
It was quiet around them, and the two walked in silence, with only the rustling sound of the plastic bag Lin Zhenzhen was carrying.
Feeling a bit bored, Gong Yao decided to try and find some trash talk. He put his hands in his pockets and asked, "What are you referring to? Do you need my help?"
Lin Zhenzhen tilted her head and glanced at him. She was quite tall for a girl, but she was still half a head shorter than Gong Yao.
"My dad made these steamed buns and cookies." Lin Zhenzhen handed the plastic bag to Gong Yao.
Gong Yao took the bag and opened it to take a look. A fragrant aroma of food wafted out.
"Wow, I never expected our teacher Lin to be so skillful."
Lin Zhenzhen simply walked straight ahead, her eyes naturally fixed on the distance, showing no intention of engaging in any conversation with him.
Gong Yao pursed his lips, put one hand in his pocket, and looked at the black river flowing in the distance.
After two minutes, as if he couldn't stand the damn silence any longer, he raised his chin and spoke in a cool and arrogant tone.
"It's so late, and you've brought so much food out. It can't be a picnic, can it?"
Lin Zhenzhen did not answer immediately. The intersecting streetlights cast shadows on her eyelids, which changed constantly with her steps.
Lin Zhenzhen's subtle aloofness and cold arrogance were particularly prominent at this moment.
Gong Yao chuckled inwardly and was about to quicken his pace when he heard the voice of the person beside him slowly rise.
“Homeless elderly people often gather under the bridge, and my dad would occasionally cook some food and bring it over.”
Gong Yao paused, turning his head in surprise to look at Lin Zhenzhen's profile.
The other person looked up, clearly noticing the deeper meaning in his eyes, but said nothing and continued walking forward without looking to the side.
Gong Yao realized what was happening and quickly chased after him: "Then why is there so much food left in this bag? Did the food delivery go wrong today?"
"I don't know, maybe they were kicked out." Lin Zhenzhen lowered her eyes.
“They are old, homeless, and settle down wherever they drift. There is so little we can do.”
There was a moment of stillness in the air.
Gong Yao suddenly raised the plastic bag in his hand and waved it in front of Lin Zhenzhen's eyes, his handsome face very close.
"What a coincidence, I haven't had dinner yet, and I'm actually a little hungry now."
"Class monitor, you wouldn't mind if I tried Teacher Lin's cooking, would you?"
Lin Zhenzhen took two steps back, a glimmer of light shining in her slightly raised, clear eyes.
"You eat it."
Gong Yao immediately pulled a plastic bag out of the bag, opened the seal, and began to eat heartily.
After quickly finishing three large meat buns, he mumbled a praise, "Mmm, delicious!"
Lin Zhenzhen glanced at the oily residue on the corner of his mouth, and a rare smile appeared in her eyes.
"You ate so fast, did you even taste what it was?"
"Of course." Gong Yao turned his head, raising one eyebrow with a slightly roguish air: "Mushroom and pork, right?"
Lin Zhenzhen smiled but did not answer his question.
Her family lives in an old-style residential area not far from the river, in a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment.
The house, which was not big to begin with, was now squeezed in by Lin Ye, a college graduate who couldn't find a job.
You can imagine how cramped the living conditions were.
When the two arrived at the entrance of the residential area, Lin Ye was looking at the old motorcycle that Lin Simiao had ridden back.
"You modified this? Wow, that's really cool!"
"Thanks."
Gong Yao smiled, the right corner of his lips turned up, and a thin curve appeared under his lips.
He always wore that smile, which, though somewhat frivolous and not entirely sincere, certainly had the ability to make a group of young girls swoon.
Lin Ye patted the cushion one last time: "Okay, I'll find you to play again another day when I have time. Xiao Zhen, come with me."
Gong Yao couldn't help but interject, "Um, Teacher Lin, why don't you stop here too?"
"It's not far from my home, only two or three blocks away. Can I ride back slowly? Please don't trouble yourself to take me."
“No.” Lin Simiao’s attitude was firm. “You are a minor, and you are my student. It is my responsibility to get you home safely.”
"Fine." Gong Yao shrugged helplessly.
"Uncle, come back soon! Xiaozhen and I are waiting for you to cut the cake."
“Okay.” Lin Simiao glanced at her wristwatch. “I’ll be back before 10:00.”
Suddenly, Gong Yao, who had been standing aside, blurted out, "Cake? Is someone having a birthday today?"
Lin Zhenzhen, who was standing next to him, turned her head and glanced at him, her expression as if asking, "How come you're so familiar with people?"
"By the way, Gong Yao, since you're here, why don't we go upstairs and have some birthday cake together?"
Lin Simiao pushed up her glasses and smiled, "Xiao Zhen is turning sixteen. I specially ordered an eight-inch cake. Go cut a piece and take it back to your grandma."
Gong Yao waved his hand: "I won't bother you. My grandmother can't eat these things right now, but thank you for your kindness, Teacher Lin."
He paused, then turned to look at Lin Zhenzhen, who was silent with her head down.
"Oh, so today is your birthday."
"Since I didn't prepare a gift for you, then..."
Gong Yao leaned down, his eyes and brows hidden in the darkness, but his voice was gentle and tender, like a lover's whisper.
Happy sixteenth birthday, class monitor!
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