Chapter 53 Gloves

The most common impression I have of my senior year in high school is that there were white papers flying everywhere. Each subject had a file bag to hold the papers, including those that had been corrected, those that I had corrected myself, and those that I had exchanged with my deskmate. Every red right or wrong mark on the papers became the most stimulating thing in the winter.

The winter in Yuncheng this year didn't seem to be too cold, or maybe they didn't care about the weather, and every class was busy doing various review papers.

Lin Shuliang's class was reviewing their answers to a math test paper. Luo Yun saw that she only got four multiple-choice questions wrong and was envious. "Shuliang, how did you do that? You're getting better and better."

She looked at the scores on the test papers and was pleased to see that she had made a little progress almost every time. "What do you not know? I can teach you. But I have to tell you first, I can't do the difficult ones."

"Oh, I feel like I'm hopeless." A few bright red points were printed on Luo Yun's paper.

Lin Shuliang took her paper and explained it bit by bit, "Didn't I tell you this? There is a formula, but you just don't take it seriously."

Luo Yun was absent-minded, and Lin Shuliang tapped her, "What are you thinking about? I'm explaining the topic to you."

"I'm thinking about going to the training camp next week. By the way, Shuliang, the art exam is coming up soon, do you want to go to the training camp?"

Before the art exam, many art students will find a professional training center for intensive training, which is very expensive and they will not go to school for a month. They will not return to the classroom until after the art exam. This means that before and after the first mock exam, the art class will be scattered and people will be dispersed.

Because everyone chooses to train at different times, the examination times for each art field are not unified. Especially some good art universities will have independent admissions, and students have to go to their schools to take the exams.

In fact, Luo Yun's art didn't need to stay so long, so Lin Shuliang asked her, "Do you want to go out and have fun? What else are you training in art for?"

"No, the purpose is to be near your school. I will take the entrance exam for the art academy next to A University. The fine arts major of that academy is also acceptable." Luo Yun said with longing.

"You don't want to apply to a local university?"

"I won't take the exam anymore. Ever since you said that to me, I have rejected every olive branch they offered me." The look of a young man who is full of vigor and thinks everything is possible is the most touching.

"How long will your training last?"

"It's mainly for their schools, so it should be two weeks."

Lin Shuliang was relieved. "I'll help you with math when you get back. If I can't do it, go find Shen Xinghe."

"I love you the most." Luo Yun was almost about to hug her and kiss her.

Lin Shuliang's hands were so cold that she quickly pushed Luo Yun away, "My hands are very cold, stay away from me."

"I found out." Luo Yun immediately moved away.

Lin Shuliang saw that the boy at the table in front of her had gloves, and they were plush, which looked very warm. She poked him on the back with a smile and said, "Wenwen, let me wear your gloves." His name was Wang Zhiwen, and Lin Shuliang would call him Wenwen whenever she had something to ask him.

Wang Zhiwen hid his gloves and said, "I refuse."

Luo Yun also became interested, "Refusing is useless."

"You guys aren't trying to rob me, are you?"

"We usually use courtesy before force. It's up to you." Lin Shuliang said with a wink.

Wang Zhiwen had a good relationship with them and wanted to play with them, "Shuliang, come over here, if you can grab it, it's yours."

"Can I come in?" Luo Yun raised his hands high.

Wang Zhiwen shook his head, "No."

Lin Shuliang jumped out at once, trying to catch him off guard, "I can take him down by myself."

Wang Zhiwen is quite tall and has a handsome appearance. He is quite nice to Lin Shuliang.

He just stood there, holding his gloves high up, not letting Lin Shuliang have any sympathy at all.

Lin Shuliang jumped around, and from the side, she seemed to be almost hanging on Wang Zhiwen.

At this time, someone called her: "Shuliang, Shen Xinghe is looking for you."

She looked towards the door and saw Shen Xinghe standing there with a stern face.

Lin Shuliang was still on tiptoe, trying to get her gloves. She walked out angrily, "Let's fight again later!"

Shen Xinghe looked unhappy, "Show me your math test paper and tell me where you went wrong."

What is the difference? When Luo Yun saw her paper, he was full of praise and envy. But when he got to Shen Xinghe, he immediately criticized her and said that there should be no mistakes here and there.

It was snowing outside. Lin Shuliang breathed into her hands and said, "Do you think I could get 130 or 140 points if I were you?"

"Since you are not as smart as others, why don't you study the test paper carefully and just have fun." Shen Xinghe was talking about what happened between her and Wang Zhiwen.

"My hands are cold, and I want him to put on some gloves." She said aggrievedly.

Shen Xinghe looked down on her and handed her the test paper. "Here, take it. Read it a few more times. I'll explain it to you tonight."

He touched Lin Shuliang's hand, and it was indeed very cold, like an ice cube, and bright red.

"You don't have gloves?"

Lin Shuliang stuffed her hands into her thin school uniform, but it was no use. "I can't find it. Wang Zhiwen's one looks so comfortable, fluffy. I'm in school every day, so I don't have time to go out and buy one."

Shen Xinghe looked at her as if she were an idiot, then turned and left.

In the evening, she went to Shen Xinghe's class to look for him, but couldn't find him. Shen Xinghe's desk mate told her that Shen Xinghe would be waiting for her at the door.

"I came out right after class. How could he run so fast?" Lin Shuliang asked.

The boy said, "We had exams for these two classes, and Shen Xinghe finished them a long time ago, so he left first."

"In that case, thank you." Lin Shuliang then left.

As expected, Shen Xinghe was standing at the school gate. It was winter and everyone was so cold that they wanted to curl up into a ball. Only he stood upright. From a distance, he looked as straight as a tree.

Lin Shuliang walked closer and saw that he was holding a bag in his hand. "Are you stupid? You handed in your paper and stood here freezing."

Shen Xinghe glanced at her and said, "Don't fight with others for gloves, and do more papers."

Her surprise was written on every corner of her face. The corners of her eyes turned up and her mouth opened wide. "For... for me?"

"If you don't want it, just throw it away." Shen Xinghe stuffed it into her hands and walked forward.

Time goes back.

Shen Xinghe hurriedly finished the paper. He handed it in more than half an hour in advance and said to his deskmate, "When Lin Shuliang comes over later, tell her that I'm waiting for her at the school gate."

"Why are you waiting for her outside in such cold weather? Class will be over soon anyway."

"I have something to do. Just do as I say and write it down."

My deskmate looked at me with an "I understand" expression, "You're not going to give her a surprise, are you?"

Shen Xinghe said coldly, "Can I go to the toilet?"

My deskmate put away his smile awkwardly and said, "Okay."

Shen Xinghe came out with his schoolbag. Fortunately, their school was in the city, where there were many shops.

He walked into a store and a clerk immediately came up to him and said, "Hello, what would you like to see?"

"Gloves, for girls." He had never bought these things before and felt a little reserved.

The clerk smiled and said, "Are you buying it for your girlfriend? We have some new styles. Come over here and take a look."

He was a little uncomfortable and explained, "Not a girlfriend."

The clerk was in his twenties and had been through this before. “I know. She’s not my girlfriend, but someone I like.”

The more he explained, the darker it got. He changed the subject and said, "Let me see the gloves."

"Okay, this way."

He looked around and wasn't very satisfied. "Do you have the fluffy kind?" To prevent her from stealing from others again.

Didn’t she say that Wang Zhiwen is the better looking one?

The clerk pointed to the one in the window and said, "That one might be a bit expensive."

Shen Xinghe took a look at it. It was pink and velvety, and it was obvious that it was of good quality.

He nodded. "That's it."

"You're so nice to her." This time the clerk didn't mention girlfriend. "Do you need it packed?"

He wanted to package it at first, but then he thought it was too much of a hassle. It would look expensive after packaging, which was not good. When it was almost done, he suddenly said, "Don't bother. Just give me a bag and I'll carry it."

This is what young people’s thoughts are like. They always feel that whatever they do is wrong, and they are afraid that the other person will know their feelings, so they hide them carefully.

Little do people know that the more you try to hide your feelings, the more obvious they become.

It’s just that those in power are confused while those who are watching can see clearly.

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Lin Shuliang put on her gloves and trotted after Shen Xinghe. "These gloves are so comfortable! Are they expensive?"

"If it's expensive, why doesn't it come in packaging? I was buying books and saw it was on sale, so I bought it."

"I told you! How could you be so kind." Lin Shuliang rubbed her face with her gloves and said, "But I still feel warm, thank you!"

She was wearing gloves and covering her face so that only her eyes could be seen, making her look fluffy.

Seeing how happy she was, Shen Xinghe also smiled.

This winter, with her around, everything has become warmer.

When I got home, before I got out of the car, I saw a woman standing at the door of Shen Xinghe's house.

Cheng Lin knew it was his mother at first glance, "Xinghe, look over there."

Shen Xinghe saw that it was his mother and retracted his gaze, "Let's go, no need to stop."

His mother looked much thinner, but her temperament was still there. Lin Shuliang couldn't help but say, "She is so beautiful!"

Cheng Lin glared at her and signaled her not to speak.

When the car was about to leave, Shen Xinghe stopped it and said, "I'd better go down and take a look. Please copy the wrong questions on your test paper today into the wrong question book and show it to me tomorrow. Auntie, please excuse me."

Cheng Lin smiled and shook her head, "Go quickly."

Si Yao saw her son coming over with a face that was both crying and laughing. She hurried over and said, "Xinghe..."

Shen Xinghe took a step back. "What can I do for you?"

"I..." She held her hands awkwardly in the air, then regained her composure, "It's like this, last time my sister came to see you, I came to apologize on her behalf. She is just a little willful."

"Well, children with mothers tend to be more willful." Shen Xinghe looked up at her, with deep sadness in his eyes.

"Xinghe, I'm sorry." Si Yao wiped her tears, "I didn't mean it."

"Don't be sorry, I'm just someone you brought into this world by accident, you have your own life." Shen Xinghe said, avoiding her, "If possible, you don't have to come to see me again, and don't let your daughter come."

Not even as good as a stranger.

Shen Xinghe came home and Si Yao kept standing there crying.

Shen Fangzhong came out of the garage and said, "Let's talk."

They hadn't seen each other for many years, and he had just been listening to the conversation between mother and son.

Si Yao is still beautiful, but he is already middle-aged.