Chapter 17 Kneeling at the Farewell Ceremony [VIP]
Grandpa, I will always miss you.
Whether it is sunny or rainy, whether it is day or night.
——"Zhen Hao Diary"
When Ouyang Yamei mentioned Song Jing, Zhou Chunrui also received the news: "Hey, I heard that Song Jing is going back to school this afternoon."
This was the second time in two hours that Zhen Hao had heard someone mention Yi. He couldn't help but ask, "So?"
Although she was not familiar with Song Jing, she was quite impressed by him.
On the first day of school, she happened to see him in a fierce state. But two minutes later, when they met again in the new classroom, he was a gentle and kind young master.
The contrast between the before and after was so great that Zhen Hao felt that he was completely divided and didn't know which side was the real him.
But she didn't care and didn't want to know.
Someone like Song Jing, who seemed to come from a wealthy family, was destined not to leave any significant mark in her life.
After that, she hadn't had any interaction with him. If she had to say there was any, it was probably because she had once again seen him with a fierce look on his face, saying harsh words to someone.
The boy who was bearing his wrath was full of dissatisfaction: "Let's fight if you dare! You little dwarf!"
Only Zhen Hao was passing by. Song Jing, already a proud man, couldn't stand the word "dwarf" any more, feeling doubly insulted. Just before he could raise his hair, a voice colder than ice rang out.
Zhen Hao, not knowing where he got the courage from, scoffed coldly, "Whether Song will be taller than you in the future is hard to say, but people like you who expose others' shortcomings are always mentally dwarfs no matter how tall they are."
She hated it most when people talked about someone's appearance. She couldn't suppress the disgust in her heart at first, and by the time she realized it, the words had already poured out like beans.
Song Jing was stunned and forgot to even lift his hair.
The boy was also stunned and forgot to blink.
Being stared at by two boys, Zhen Hao finally realized that she was embarrassed.
Her way of avoiding this embarrassment was to turn around and leave, pretending she had never been there.
And her behavior became in the eyes of Song Jing and others——
"She's so cold."
"She has a very sharp tongue."
Zhen Hao didn't know what happened afterwards. She only knew that she felt a little scared after learning that Song Jing was the bully of No. 3 Middle School, commonly known as the school bully.
She had heard many rumors about school bullies and had seen fights. The sight of chair legs flying and blood flowing from scalps was too shocking. She just wanted to study hard and not get into trouble.
So she would take a detour whenever she saw Song Jing.
It wasn't until the fourth week of school that Song Jing's seat was empty.
There were many rumors circulating around the school about why the school bully hadn't come to class. Some said he'd gotten into a fight so bad he'd been hospitalized; others said he'd simply taken a leave of absence because he didn't want to go to class; even more outrageous was that some said he'd been heartbroken and was crying at home every day...
Listening to these unreliable rumors, Zhen Hao couldn't help but imagine Song Jing's frightened look after hearing them, and he couldn't help laughing out loud as he thought about it.
At that time, Zhou Chunrui asked her what she was thinking about and why she was laughing so happily, and she made up an excuse to get away with it.
This time, Zhou Chunrui's answer also sounded like an excuse: "No reason, I just care about my classmates."
As they were talking, three servings of fried white rice cakes were served one after another.
Someone's stomach growled at the right moment, and the three of them smiled at each other, then began to devour the delicious food with relish.
As she ate, Zhen Hao felt as if a pair of eyes were fixed on her. When she went to look for them, she saw nothing.
She just thought it was her own paranoia and continued to enjoy her lunch.
At a table three tables away from Zhen Hao and her friends, three boys were waiting for their food to be served.
"Brother Jing, why did you think of coming to this small restaurant for dinner today?" Zou Xiaowei looked around the restaurant with a hint of disgust. The restaurant could only accommodate five sets of tables and chairs.
Tao Wencan also said: "Yeah, this is not like Brother Jing's style."
Song Jing sat opposite the two of them. He was thin and was completely blocked by Zou Xiaowei's tall and strong figure, so Zhen Hao didn't notice his presence.
The restaurant is very noisy. If you don't listen carefully or turn up the volume, you can hardly hear what people at other tables are saying.
"What do you know?" Song Jing was too lazy to explain, "I just love eating here."
Tao Wencan turned around inadvertently and saw someone familiar.
He suddenly had an idea: "No way, Brother Jing, are you serious?"
"What's the real deal?" Zou Xiaowei was confused.
"That guy..." Tao Wencan lowered his voice, "The black girl is here too."
"Black Girl" was the nickname they gave Zhen Hao in elementary school.
Zhen Hao, a freshman in elementary school, had skin darker than the other students in her class due to a whole summer of sun exposure. Several mischievous boys, including Zou Xiaowei and Tao Wencan, started calling her "Black Girl."
After hearing what Tao Wencan said, Zou Xiaowei turned around and saw Zhen Hao eating with his head down.
"Brother Jing, are you serious?" Zou Xiaowei turned around and thought Song Jingguo was really stupid and rich. "Are you really interested in Hei Mei?"
Song Jing doesn't criticize me? My good sister has fair skin. "
The words "Zou Xiaowei" gave me goosebumps.
"My good sister will be your sister-in-law in the future, so please be polite to me."
"I understand, Brother Jing." The two responded reluctantly.
"One", Zou Xiaowei was all white.
Rich people really have unique tastes, they actually like this.
In the end, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Jing, I'm curious about a question."
"Speak." Song Jing said casually.
"What exactly do you like about her?" Zou Xiaowei enumerated Zhen Hao's shortcomings. "She's not the prettiest in the class, and her family background isn't great. And that face of hers, especially, never smiles. It's like everyone owes her eight million..."
After noticing that Song Jing's expression was getting uglier and uglier, Zou Xiaowei finally shut up.
"I just like her coolness." Song Jing emphasized again, "Anyway, you should be more respectful to Haohao Mei from now on, do you hear me?"
"I know, I know." They said in unison.
Zhen Haoran had no idea that she had become the protagonist in the three boys' conversations. After finishing her meal, she planned to go back to the dormitory for a nap.
On the way back, Zhou Chunrui couldn't resist his craving and bought three more ice creams.
"The chocolate flavor is good, and the strawberry flavor is for Yunyun." She muttered as she distributed the ice cream, "Finally, here's my favorite vanilla flavor!"
As she spoke, she took a bite, the expression on her face could only be described as "satisfied": "An ice cream after dinner, happiness is like..."
At this point, she suddenly got stuck: "I can't rhyme it. Oops. Fine, this great task is handed over to you."
Zhen Hao: “…”
Why do I have to recite poetry while eating ice cream?
She refused.
The afternoon classes were very relaxing for Zhen Hao.
The first class is her favorite Chinese class, the second class is a simple political class, and the third class is a relaxing physical education class.
The physical education teacher usually takes attendance and then asks the students to run two laps around the playground and then leaves them alone. This means that they can go to the cafeteria to have dinner early.
A group of boys, led by Shi Hang and He Shixu, were joking and walking arm in arm towards the basketball court in the east.
When passing by them, Zhen Hao's gaze stayed on Shi Hangyu for a second, then quickly moved away.
Just as she looked away, Shixu looked at her.
She was always one step faster and just missed the boy's tender gaze; he was always one step slower and failed to make a brief eye contact with the boy's.
Even if the person hidden in Shaou's eyes was not him, he still wanted to take one more look at her.
In the distance, Zhen Hao heard someone shouting, "Shixu, what are you looking at? Go play basketball!"
She subconsciously turned her head back, just in time to withdraw her gaze, and strode towards the basketball court.
What was left for Zhen Hao was a back that had unconsciously become more upright.
Zhen Hao felt that he seemed to have grown taller.
Maybe it's an illusion, no one grows that fast...
She recalled her nonsensical thoughts and said to the two people beside her: "Let's go."
Now that she has gone to Mr. Qiu's place, she can go back to the dormitory to rest early after school.
"I'm already looking forward to it." Zhou Chunrui is interested in everything, especially new things that he has never come across.
"You will definitely like Mr. Qiu." Although Zhen Hao followed Mr. Qiu to learn skills, he did not call him master.
Mr. Qiu likes to be called "Mr. Qiu".
"Then I'm even more excited." Zhou Chunrui asked curiously, "Okay, when did you start learning Nanyin from Mr. Qiu?"
Neither she nor Yan Yunshu knew about it.
"It's a long story." Zhen Hao said as he fell into memories.
When Zhen Hao was eleven years old, her grandfather, who loved her most in the world, left her forever.
At that time, she had a vague concept of the word "death," but she knew full well that she would never see her grandfather again. She was so sad that she couldn't cry. She felt as if her heart was stuffed with a ball of absorbent cotton, pressing down on it and causing it to ache.
The first time she met Mr. Qiu was at her grandfather's farewell ceremony.
When everyone was crying bitterly, Mr. Qiu sang a song that she could not understand but was very familiar to her.
That was what her grandfather loved to listen to the most when he was alive, and it was also what she had listened to since she was a child - Nanyin, an intangible cultural heritage of Min City.
When I was little, my grandfather would play the pipa and sing those melodious tunes. Little Zhen Hao would sit on his lap, occasionally reaching out to playfully disrupt the instrument—a discordant note would flow out.
Grandpa Zhen didn't care, and laughed heartily: "It's great that we play well. Grandpa will teach you to play the pipa and sing Nanyin, okay?"
Zhen Hao shook his head again and again: "Haohao doesn't understand, so Haohao won't learn."
Grandpa Zhen also let her do what she wanted: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to learn, then we won't learn."
It was not until she completely lost her grandfather that she felt regretful.
The pipa remained at home, and no one in the Zhen family knew how to play it anymore.
The dusty pipa is like a dull night pearl, hiding in the corner, dim and eclipsed.
At the same time, Zhen Hao's rare childhood was also dimmed - his grandfather's voice, appearance and smile could only remain in his memory forever.
If there were a time machine in the world, Zhen Hao really wanted to go back to that moment and give Bai Ji a hard slap for rejecting his grandfather.
After Mr. Qiu finished singing, Zhen Hao knelt down heavily in front of his grandfather's coffin: "Uncle, please teach me Nanyin! No matter how difficult or hard it is, I can persevere."
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