Chapter 33 Friendship is the longest【VIP】
Just when I thought we had a future, you told me that friendship lasts longer.
——"Chronological Diary"
After sending the message, Yu Ling's mother Zhao Haiqing called her to eat.
Yu Ling had no choice but to put her phone in her pocket and sit obediently at the dining table.
It turned out that they were planning to go out to a restaurant, but in the end they couldn't do it because one of them had something to do or another was inconvenient.
She had to go home for lunch.
Zhao Haiqing was a very refined woman, and she had extremely high expectations for Yu Ling since she was a child. Not only did she want her hair and toenails to be exquisite and beautiful, but she also wanted her academic performance to be excellent, including her academic performance in school and the piano and dance classes she had been taking.
Under the high pressure from her mother, Yu Ling forced herself to maintain the image of a good girl in front of her family, teachers and classmates. However, these pressures fermented over time and gradually developed into her naughty and even bad behavior in private.
She believes that because she works harder and is better than others, she deserves the best. Anyone who dislikes her is denying her and rubbing her face under their feet. Therefore, she must get what she wants.
Whether it is an object or a person.
While eating, Yu Ling endured and didn't take out her cell phone to check if she had received any reply.
Talking is not allowed at the Yu family's dinner table, let alone playing with mobile phones.
Zhao Haiqing was a woman used to being strong, and she always said what she meant, not what she said. Yu's father, on the other hand, was gentle and didn't dare to contradict anything his wife said.
Because she had such a spineless father, Yu Ling never received his protection. She went from longing for his love to gradually looking down on his cowardice, and finally evolved into another Zhao Haiqing, often going against her father.
"Ling'er, what's in your pocket? Take it out." Zhao Haiqing had noticed that something was wrong with Yu Ling early on, but he hadn't said anything.
"Mom, it's nothing." Yu Ling avoided her gaze and didn't dare to look her in the eye.
"Take it out." Zhao Haiqing's voice became a little stern.
Yu Ling then reluctantly took out her cell phone from her pocket and placed it obediently in her mother's outstretched palm.
"You're not allowed to use your phone for six hours." Even though the final exams had just ended, she had no intention of letting her daughter off the hook. "After dinner, stand for half an hour, take a half-hour nap, and then get up to practice dancing."
"I know, Mom." Yu Ling bit her lips tightly and clenched her hands into fists unconsciously.
Winter and summer vacations are like purgatory to her.
She held back her tears and ate every last grain of rice in the bowl.
When she was little, she was often beaten and scolded for not finishing her meals completely. At first, she ran to her father crying, wanting to seek help, but her father just looked at her and said, "Mom is right. Ling'er, listen to me, be good."
Later, when it happened many times, she just cried with red eyes, and did not ask anyone for help. She let Zhao Haiqing teach her a lesson, and did not fight back or retort.
"Don't let me find out about this again." Zhao Haiqing raised Yu Ling's phone, "Otherwise, don't use this thing. It will affect your studies."
"I know, Mom." Yu Ling tried hard to suppress her sobs and promised, "I won't do it again next time."
The only thing she was thankful for was that Zhao Haiqing would not read her privacy at will, otherwise she would want to die.
It was an hour later that Song Jing saw the message.
Yu Ling: "I have a way to help you get the girl you like."
He wanted to ask how she knew who the girl he liked was, but then he thought the question was meaningless, so he replied directly: "Just say it."
Naturally, he couldn't wait for Yu Ling's answer.
However, he didn't take the matter to heart after replying the message. Of course he had to have fun during the holidays. At this time, he was having a fierce battle with his teammates in the Internet cafe.
It wasn't until dinner time, when Song Jing was walking home alone, that he received a message from Yu Ling: "Let's meet up?"
Song Jing paused as he was walking towards home and replied, "Time and place?"
Yu Ling didn't expect to receive a reply so soon. She was so happy that she almost jumped up, but she held it back.
Zhao Haiqing was cleaning up the dishes. If she saw it, she would be scolded again.
In order to let her study hard and learn piano and dance well, Zhao Haiqing never let her do any housework and always said: "My daughter is so beautiful, she must be born to dance and play the piano."
A phrase Zhao Haiqing often said was "My daughter is so beautiful", which made Yu Ling, who had been praised since childhood, very confident about her appearance, and her personality became a little spoiled and domineering.
But Zhao Haiqing often said another thing: "Mom does all this for you. You have to be obedient and sensible, understand? Otherwise, all my hard work will be in vain."
Because of this sentence, as she grew older, Yu Qing would feel sorry for herself whenever she didn't do well on a test, dance, or play the piano.
Over time, she began to demand perfection from herself in everything, which also put a lot of pressure on herself.
For example, playing pranks on classmates and having a campus romance without telling teachers or parents.
She just happened to be interested in Song Jing, but Zhen Hao happened to interfere, which led to the love letter prank incident and...
Yu Ling smiled, then lowered her head and typed: "Are you free now?"
She has two hours of free time every night, and as long as she gets home before 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhao Haiqing won't say anything.
Song Jing replied immediately: "Yes."
"See you at Louzi Basketball Court in ten minutes." Yu Ling quickly decided on the location.
"Okay." Song Jing replied with a simple word.
Yu Ling's home is only a three-minute walk from Lou Zi Basketball Court, while Song Jing's home is a little further away, but ten minutes is more than enough.
Before going out, she went to the bathroom to carefully check her clothes, even her hair.
The girl in the mirror has a fair face, bright eyes, white teeth, and naturally red lips. With a slight smile, she looks seven parts pure and three parts seductive.
Yu Ling looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. If she hadn't been afraid of being discovered by Zhao Haiqing, she would have put on the lip gloss she had secretly bought before going out.
But this didn't affect her at all. She had already put the lip gloss in her pocket so she could apply it whenever she left the house.
She was full of girlish shyness and walked lightly to meet the boy of her love.
However, just as she walked out of the house and put on her beautiful lip gloss, she received another message from Song Jing: "Forget it, let's talk online if you have something to say."
"What's wrong?" Although Yu Ling was extremely angry at being stood up for no apparent reason, she still asked patiently.
Song Jinghui's words almost made her angry to death.
He said: "I don't want the girl I like to misunderstand me."
On the first night of summer vacation, Zhen Hao's window was hit by a small stone.
The sound was so quiet that it was inaudible unless one listened carefully, but Zhen Hao's hearing had always been better than that of ordinary people, so he heard it immediately.
This is the secret code between her and time.
It's interesting to say, she seems to be living in an alternative martial arts world, with secret codes with Yan Yunshu and Zhou Chunrui, and also with time.
When she was about to leave, she passed by the living room. Zhen Mei, who was watching cartoons, called out to her, "Sister, come and watch TV!"
"Amei, look first, my sister has something to go out for." Zhen Hao said.
"Okay." Zhen Mei felt a little disappointed that she couldn't watch TV with Zhen Hao, but the exciting plot immediately diverted her attention.
Zhen Hao went out and quickly arrived at the place where Shi Xu often waited.
For some reason, even in the dim moonlight, she could sense the boy's loneliness.
That lonely figure was even colder than the moon in the sky.
"Time?" Zhen Hao called him softly.
The boy didn't move for a long time.
It was not until Zhen Hao walked in front of him that he raised his gloomy face.
"Okay." Shi Xu's voice was a little hoarse, "Can you stay with me?"
Zhen Hao had never felt such intense frustration and helplessness from Shi Xu - what was wrong with him?
But she didn't ask, she just whispered, "Follow me."
Not only are there many paths and pathways in Citong Village, but there are also many roads leading up the mountain.
They only need to choose one at random to avoid all worries, listen to the chirping of insects and frogs, and feel the breeze in the mountains.
Time followed him obediently, like a stray puppy that couldn't find its home, or like a poor child that couldn't get any candy.
Zhen Hao looked at him like this and suddenly wanted to raise his hand and touch his head.
In fact, she did so.
Just like stroking the furry head of a puppy, the strength in her hands was light and slow, with a hint of pity in her gentleness, as if she was really treating a wronged puppy.
Shixu did not resist and let her pull his head.
She didn't know if it was the girl's illusion, but in the moonlight, she seemed to see tears flashing in the boy's eyes.
So she softened her movements and spoke in a voice as soft as the wind: "I suddenly miss the peach orchard from my childhood."
Hearing this, Shixu suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining.
Zhen Hao continued, "Can you take me there again?"
"Okay." Shi Xu nodded gently, "Anything is fine."
People's emotions are really strange. They may be so sad that they want to cry in the last second, but become ecstatic in the next second because of a girl's words.
The peach that was shared in their childhood has always been hidden deep in their hearts, and no one has ever mentioned it again.
When Zhen Hao suddenly mentioned it, I felt as if time had flown by, and the fragrance of peaches seemed to be floating at the tip of my nose.
He subconsciously wanted to pull Zhen Hao's hand, but pulled back when he was about to touch it.
They are no longer the five or six-year-old children they were back then. They can no longer hold hands easily, and hugs must be kept at a distance.
Zhen Hao didn't notice the hand he wanted to touch but withdrew. All he wanted was to go to the peach forest again, relive his childhood, and hope to temporarily heal his soul that was broken by time.
The two of them walked and jogged quickly all the way and soon arrived at the peach forest.
Shi An has been taking good care of this fruit garden over the years, and the peach trees are growing well, with every year being a bumper harvest season.
This time, they didn't pick peaches, but chose a place to sit down together.
The starry sky above is bright and quiet, shrouding the two people on the ground, as if silently telling an ancient myth.
Zhen Hao suddenly said, "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet soon."
"Hmm?" The timing was unclear.
"It's so hard for lovers to only see each other once a year." Zhen Hao suddenly felt melancholy. "They say love ends in tragedy, but it seems friendship lasts the longest. Don't you agree, time sequence?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com