Curly's full name is Zhang Yang. It is said that this is because Curly's father is too slow-tempered and always plays the role of a nice guy, looking like a soft persimmon that is easy to bully no matter who he is dealing with. Curly's mother, who has a bad temper, gets angry when she sees her husband like this, so she simply waves her hand and names her unborn son Zhang Yang.
Curly's mother hoped that her son would not take on his father's honest temperament and live a carefree and generous life. Fortunately, Curly lived up to his promise. He was cheerful and fearless from a young age. In kindergarten, he became the school's bully, attracting countless followers with his hairy head full of curly short hair and enthusiastic and talkative personality.
Curly was born with a head of thick woolly curls, which was a distinctive feature of the Zhang family. However, he inherited his father's excellent genes and also his mother's dark brown hair color. Therefore, when other children still had sparse little hairs on their heads, he had grown into a little doll with brown curly hair.
Curly's mother loves her son very much, especially because his outstanding appearance made her stand out in front of those new mothers a few times. She even carried little Curly with a bib tied to his neck wherever she went. But at that time the child was not called Curly, but Yangyang.
Yangyang grew up with his mother's company, and his gentle and taciturn father was also responsible for playing with him and teaching him to read after get off work. This loving environment naturally shaped the future Zhangyang - cheerful and lively, with a surprisingly good temper.
When Zhang Yang was in elementary school, some of the kids started calling him "Cuanjuan" (literally "curly hair"). Occasionally, some little girls would even call him "Cuanjuan" in a baby voice. Zhang Yang didn't mind at all and even liked the new name. His father's hair was just that curly, and his mother often said his hair was prettier than his father's. Zhang Yang was very proud of his curly hair and generously let the kids touch it.
Qi Yu was not one of those children, but he always sat in his seat and watched their head-patting game from afar, with a hint of envy inadvertently flashing across his young face.
"Hey, do you want to touch it too?" Little Zhang Yang walked out from the group of children, stood in front of him, lowered his head and pointed at his own curly hair and asked him, like a little lamb in the illustration of a fairy tale book.
Qi Yu hesitated for a moment, then retracted her raised hand. "I don't want to touch it. I want to study."
Qi Yu was Zhang Yang's first-grade classmate. Unlike the younger boy who was busy watching Ultraman, Qi Yu displayed a rare calmness for his age. Zhang Yang still remembered how his mother described his father: "You can't even get a fart out of him even if you hit him with three sticks."
The first-grade teacher had a sharp eye and set her sights on the lively and active Zhang Yang on the first day. This kind of child can make people around him talk no matter where he is, so the teacher looked around and gave instructions with satisfaction.
"Zhang Yang, you and Qi Yu sit at the same table."
Probably from this moment on, the fate of the two people was officially entangled, and it was difficult to cut off and sort out.
At such a young age, Qi Yu was not as mature as he would later become. Unable to contain his thoughts, he and the outgoing Zhang Yang became closer after sitting next to each other for a few days. Zhang Yang learned that Qi Yu always sat at his desk reading because his parents wanted him to go to the best university and become a great adult.
"Is that why you can't play often?" Little Zhang Yang asked him softly, grabbing his Ultraman.
Qi Yu nodded with a depressed look, because he was always reading and doing exercises, and there were few children around him who were willing to play with him, and gradually he had no friends.
"I'll play with you from now on," Xiao Zhang Yang's eyes sparkled, and he promised with a solemn oath. Qi Yu's expression was very sad, but he really didn't know how to comfort him. He could only say the same thing that he always did, "Let me touch my hair for you."
This time Qi Yu did not refuse. She reached out and put her hand on his hair. It was fluffy and soft, and her mood became good just by touching it.
"Thank you, Zhang Yang." Qi Yu was a polite child and knew when to say thank you.
Zhang Yang raised his head with his little white teeth bared, and patted his shoulder generously, "You can just call me Curly or Yangyang."
Qi Yu was still a little shy. After a long pause, she finally whispered, "Yangyang."
"Xiao Yu!" Zhang Yang was heartless, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing.
From that day on, Qi Yu had his first friend, and this wonderful good friend introduced him to many other friends, and he gradually became more like a child.
In junior high, the two were still in the same class, inseparable. Qi Yu's grades were still good, but Zhang Yang's weaknesses were beginning to show. Zhang Yang's Chinese was terrible. He had been able to get by in elementary school, but now it was exposed. Fortunately, his English was very good, so his overall score was acceptable.
Many classmates still called him Curly, but this time, a different tone emerged. Junior high school students are in the process of forming their values, often carrying a blind sense of justice. From the first child teasing Zhang Yang about being a foreigner, more and more classmates began to jokingly call him "foreign devil." Eventually, the nickname took on a new meaning, and some classmates actually used it to mock Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang, who had so many friends, was deeply shocked. Fortunately, Qi Yu never said that and still called him Yang Yang. In the empty classroom, Zhang Yang's face was covered with snot and tears, and he threw himself on Qi Yu, crying loudly.
Qi Yu didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only hug him and say "Yangyang, don't cry" over and over again. Finally, Zhang Yang stopped crying and rubbed himself in his arms. His eyes were red from crying, but his pupils were bright from washing with water. Zhang Yang looked at Qi Yu seriously.
"Xiaoyu, you are really my best friend. No one else can compare to you. We can always play together."
The adolescent Qi Yu heard his own heartbeat. It turned out that he had always wanted Zhang Yang, the star of the show, to be his own.
Fortunately, the nickname controversy soon passed, and he returned to his cheerful and carefree self, with more and more friends around him. However, Zhang Yang still liked to be inseparable from Qi Yu, and they ate and studied together. Qi Yu also kept her feelings vaguely hidden.
Until one calm afternoon in the third year of junior high school, Qi Yu woke up from a nap and didn't see Zhang Yang. The classmate in front of him said that Zhang Yang had gone to a small supermarket. Qi Yu nodded, stood up and walked over.
In the small supermarket, Zhang Yang was chatting with a few boys.
"Curly, what kind of girls do you like?"
Qi Yu walked to the door, but stopped when he heard this and did not go in.
"I don't know" was Zhang Yang's voice.
"How is that possible? Tell the truth!"
Zhang Yang thought for a while and said, "I really don't know, but I think I like challenging things."
"What's the meaning?"
"Um...don't bother me all the time? I'll probably get bored of that soon."
The other boys burst into laughter. "Curly is fine, but you're still a scumbag..."
Qi Yu didn't hear the rest of the words and returned to the classroom in a daze. Would Zhang Yang also be tired of him?
Qi Yu didn't know, and another boy asked, "Then you and Qi Yu are still together, don't you get tired of him?"
Zhang Yang raised his voice, "How is that possible?! I will never get tired of Xiaoyu!"
The boy started to tease, "Then why don't you just date Qi Yu?"
Zhang Yang smiled, "That's fine."
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