Chapter 9 Ming Ruyue "Do you like Liang Yuanjing too?"...
September 10, 2017, sunny weather
"As bright as the moon, when can it be plucked?"
——Excerpt from Tao Shuran’s Diary
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"Now try to play the memorized text like a movie."
Liang Yuanjing's voice rang in her ears, stern and serious.
"Tao Shuran, what's the next sentence of this paragraph?"
"As bright as the moon, when can it be plucked?"
Liang Yuanjing said "hmm". He had almost memorized all the texts in the book and could report to Yu Caiying.
The moment he turned around, he asked curiously, "Tao Shuran, why are your eyelashes trembling so violently?"
"Is there?"
Tao Shuran raised his head in a panic, "Maybe it's because I was too nervous about the back pumping."
Liang Yuanjing sneered and didn't dwell on the answer, as if it was just a casual question.
He walked into the office and saw that Yu Caiying still had a few questions on her test paper that she hadn't finished grading. While grading, she asked him about his recent endorsement.
Liang Yuanjing said, "Not bad, I've memorized almost everything I need to memorize."
Yu Caiying casually said, "Although Tao Shuran has a poor foundation, she's very hardworking. Every time I see her, she's the last one to leave and the first one to arrive. Within half a month of school starting, she's memorized everything she needs to memorize."
"This child writes quite well."
"I heard she used to be the top student in the liberal arts department at Xianyao No. 1 High School? She seemed to have won prizes in both Chinese and English competitions."
Liang Yuanjing has never been very interested in other people's stories. He listened to the teacher a little carelessly and picked up the composition paper next to him to look at it out of boredom.
Teacher Yu is right. Her composition is quite good.
The writing is elegant and natural, and even the argumentative essay with a slightly fixed format is not at all vulgar.
He walked out of the office, never expecting that she was still waiting outside.
"It's for you."
Tao Shuran prepared herself mentally for a long time, mustered up the courage to reach out and hand him the small mint candy in her palm.
Liang Yuanjing glanced at her, took it and said "thank you".
Staring at his departing back, Tao Shuran took a deep breath.
It's a bit regrettable. If he peeled off the candy wrapper, he would find a line of numbers on it.
This is a mint candy that is particularly popular this year. A short line of copy is printed on the outer packaging of the candy.
The candy she specially chose had a math problem on it.
5721445411?
Tao Shuran knew that Liang Yuanjing would definitely not be able to solve this problem. It was very likely that he would not even notice this small detail on the candy wrapper.
But she was addicted to this complicated secret between just her and him.
So, will they meet again next Sunday?
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It was another weekend as usual. After a tiring day, it was already dark when Tao Shuran returned home.
Tao Hongfeng was waiting for her at the entrance of the alley. In just a week, he had become familiar with the parents who accompanied their children to study in the area. Now everyone was waiting together to pick up their children from school, and the scene was very lively.
As the only man among a group of women, Tao Hongfeng is very conspicuous.
"Dad, why are you downstairs?"
"I had nothing to do, so I came to pick you up." Tao Hongfeng said, "Ranran, come and say hello to your Aunt Song."
Tao Shuran called out obediently, "Hello, Aunt Song."
Tao Hongfeng continued, "Your Aunt Song is a teacher at the Affiliated High School. Her son is in the same school as you. Oh, and he's studying science, right?"
Tao Shuran's heart skipped a beat, and like all students' reactions when seeing their teacher, she suddenly became a little sensitive.
And I was vaguely curious about who it was.
Finally heard a familiar name.
Song Huishan smiled slightly: "My son's name is Fu Changpei, and he is in Class 4, Science."
It turned out to be Fu Changpei.
She didn't hide her surprised expression for a moment, which aroused Song Huishan's interest and she looked at her actively.
At this time, Tao Hongfeng casually asked, "What's wrong, Ranran, do you know him?"
Tao Shuran gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Dad, Fu Changpei is the top student in the grade."
"Teacher Song, please share with us how you raised such an outstanding son."
"I heard that your Fu Changpei, when he gets home, besides helping his grandmother run the store, he studies and does homework. Unlike my son, he spends all day trying to get his phone to play games."
During an upcoming monthly exam, the topic quickly spread around "Fu Changpei". Song Huishan stood in the center of the crowd, still with that decent expression, and talked calmly.
He looked at Tao Shuran with a smile and said, "We are all neighbors. We live across the street from yours. If you have any questions about your studies, please feel free to come and discuss them with Chang Pei."
Tao Shuran nodded and said politely, "Thank you, Teacher Song."
The next day was Sunday morning. Because Zhao Zhengnian had a training camp on Friday night, the make-up class was temporarily moved to Sunday morning.
Tao Hongfeng was busy at home early in the morning. When Tao Shuran got up in a daze, she just saw him hurriedly going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables in the early morning light of 5:30.
After finishing breakfast, Tao Shuran changed his shoes at the entrance, without even looking up, and said, "Dad, I'm going to Fu Changpei's house first."
"Wait a minute, bring your things with you."
Tao Hongfeng came out of the kitchen, and before he could put the lid on the thermos, he held it in front of her like a treasure. A burst of fragrance entered Tao Shuran's nostrils.
"How about these fresh pork chops from the market?"
Tao Hongfeng said, "Take it to Fu Changpei's house later. Last night, I heard your Aunt Song say that she has to go to the city to participate in the teaching and research group activities today, and she won't be back at noon."
"There's only one old man and one child left at home. It's so troublesome to cook a meal in the middle of the day."
Tao Shuran said with some embarrassment: "Should I just carry it over?"
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Tao Hongfeng said with a "tsk" sound and pushed her out. "Why, you don't have confidence in your father's cooking skills?"
No way.
The sweet and sour pork ribs my dad makes are the best in the world.
But Tao Shuran didn’t know how to express it.
She was not good at speaking, and Zhao Yanyun often said that she was not a very smart child.
At this moment, standing at the door of Fu Changpei's house, Tao Shuran suddenly realized that he seemed to have arrived a little early.
This is actually a normal thing. Liang Yuanjing lives in Zhongshan Mansion and is a person who acts without scruples. He always comes whenever he wants.
Not to mention Fang Qingyi, who lives in the city center and it takes her nearly half an hour to drive here.
Only she took only ninety-nine steps and when she looked up, she saw the house number of Fu Changpei's house.
"So early?"
Fu Changpei tilted his head to glance at the thing in her hand and took the initiative to ask, "Uncle Tao asked you to bring it to me?"
"yes."
Tao Shuran handed it to him: "Sweet and sour pork ribs, it's still hot, you can try it now."
Fu Changpei brought two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, tasted one in front of her, and praised it highly.
He suddenly said in a trance: "Uncle Tao's sweet and sour pork ribs are a bit like my dad's."
Tao Shuran supported his chin and thought, don’t all the sweet and sour pork ribs in the world taste the same?
Oh, except for Ms. Zhao Yanyun's.
The sweet and sour pork ribs in the thermos were placed on the dining table to cool to room temperature.
Before the others arrived, Fu Changpei gave Tao Shuran some private English tutoring and taught her some frequently tested grammar points.
In the middle of the conversation, Tao Shuran asked, "Can I wash my hands at your house?"
I was so focused on writing the question just now that I didn't notice that the tip of my little finger was rubbed with ink. It was now pitch black and unbearable.
Fu Changpei pointed out the location of the sink to her.
"I'll call Ajing and ask him why he hasn't come yet."
Tao Shuran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned around and washed her hands calmly.
The sound of splashing water covered up her mood. Beneath the sound of water, the phone rang. At the same time, Liang Yuanjing, holding the phone, slowly opened the door.
The shoulder bag was hung loosely on the shoulder, and the sound of it falling was casual and unintentional.
"I say, why are you urging me to come here so urgently? Didn't we just meet yesterday?"
Liang Yuanjing picked up the chopsticks casually, picked up a piece of pork ribs and took a bite, looking very familiar with the process, half leaning on the table.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, he said, "It's delicious. How did you make it?"
Fu Changpei said unhappily, "Tao Shuran's father did it."
When Tao Shuran came out, she happened to hear Fu Changpei say this. Naturally, Liang Yuanjing's eyes also fell on her.
Her eyes flashed, and almost subconsciously, she lowered her head slightly to avoid his sight.
"Really? I've never eaten such delicious sweet and sour pork ribs."
Fang Qingyi, who followed closely behind, didn't even have time to put down her schoolbag. Her ponytail was raised high in a beautiful arc. She lay on the table and picked up a piece of food with chopsticks without hesitation.
Fu Changpei said anxiously: "These are the chopsticks I just used."
"I'll get you a new one."
Unfortunately, before he finished saying this, Fang Qingyi had already swallowed a piece of pork ribs.
She said in a nonchalant tone: "Really? We are all friends. I don't care."
All the throbbing emotions of youth can be attributed to the undercurrents between friends, and everyone's emotions are no exception.
At this moment, Tao Shuran stood behind the other three people, observing everyone from an excellent perspective.
She noticed that Fang Qingyi's eyes looked very familiar when she looked at Fu Changpei, so familiar that she could empathize with every word he said.
Similarly, in order to divert attention, Fang Qingyi also casually spoke to Liang Yuanjing.
"Are you still taking extra classes today?"
Tao Shuran's attention was instantly focused on the young man in front of him.
Liang Yuanjing had a golf bag loosely slung over his left shoulder, his jacket zipped up to the top, barely covering his chin. He wore a pure black baseball cap on his head, revealing a pair of bright and sharp eyes.
He responded lazily and strode out.
"No, I have a basketball game today."
It seemed like he came here just to see Fang Qingyi off.
Tao Shuran's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously followed his pace and took two steps forward. Her eyes followed his leaving back.
Of course, I also saw the love letter that fell.
She walked out, slowly squatted down to pick it up, brushed away the dust in the corner, and saw the name of the legendary protagonist.
Fang Shiyue.
"Of course, what is this?"
After a casual glance, Fang Qingyi covered her mouth in surprise the next second.
"A love letter? From Fang Shiyue?"
"Written to Liang Yuanjing?"
Tao Shuran asked softly, "How do you know it's for Liang Yuanjing?"
"Because Fang Shiyue likes Liang Yuanjing. She has liked him since freshman year of high school. Everyone in the affiliated high school knows it."
Fang Qingyi casually said, "For a long time, everyone even thought Fang Shiyue was Liang Yuanjing's real girlfriend. Later, Liang Yuanjing personally came out to clarify, saying that they were just friends and that their two families had business dealings."
"Business dealings? Isn't this just childhood sweethearts and a perfect match?"
Tao Shuran exclaimed, "Ah!" with a bitter taste on his tongue. "So they've known each other for so long."
Fang Qingyi said with great certainty, "But my intuition tells me that they are just friends."
"At most, Fang Shiyue has a one-sided love for Liang Yuanjing."
That sounds like good news.
But Tao Shuran didn't feel happy at all.
Her chest was filled with a sour and bitter feeling, perhaps because the love letter from Fang Shiyue in her hand was hot, or perhaps because of Fang Qingyi's unintentional words.
The friendship that others desperately want to get rid of is what she desires most.
So Liang Yuanjing, when can I come to you and become your friend?
*
On Monday, Class 1 of Grade 3 broke big news.
The news of Fang Shiyue's confession to Liang Yuanjing spread like wildfire and became breaking news in the entire grade.
During the entire morning reading class, Tao Shuran heard discussions from all directions, and Liang Yuanjing once again became the focus of the crowd.
And she listened quietly and silently as usual.
"You know, when I entered the school gate, I saw Fang Shiyue blocking Liang Yuanjing at the school gate."
"When do you think Liang Yuanjing has ever been humiliated like this? If someone else dared to stop him, wouldn't he have been rude long ago? Do you think there's really something going on between the two of them?"
"It's hard to say. After all, I just went to the flight class next door and saw that Liang Yuanjing hasn't come back yet."
"I think they've already started dating, right?"
There was noisy conversation in his ears. Tao Shuran put the book down heavily, picked up the cup and walked out.
But the moment he was about to leave, Fang Qingyi called him.
"You going to get some water?" She said with a hint of excitement, "I'll go with you."
After they left the house, Tao Shuran grabbed her hand and asked in confusion, "This seems to be the opposite position from where you pour water."
"Don't you want to see the excitement?"
Fang Qingyi took her hand and walked to the end of the corridor, where there was a wonderful viewing platform that could give a clear view of the entire scene at the door.
But I didn't expect that when I reached the end, there was no one at the school gate.
It looks like it's all over.
Tao Shuran sighed lightly: "Let's go back."
Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a faint sound of voices coming from the gap at the corner of the stairs.
At a certain moment, the conversation suddenly became louder, and the high-pitched female voice broke the surface of all calm, and made them immediately retract the steps they were about to take.
Tao Shuran and Fang Qingyi looked at each other. They didn't expect that the couple they were looking for were right in front of them.
"Liang Yuanjing, why don't you like me?"
Fang Shiyue raised her head angrily, tears in her eyes, and looked at him stubbornly.
Liang Yuanjing was standing on a staircase two steps lower than her, but even so, he was still much taller than the girl in front of him.
If he lowered his head at this moment, he would definitely see her tearful face.
But Liang Yuanjing never lowered his head from beginning to end.
His gaze was straight ahead, slightly shifted to the side, just missing all her fragile and gaffes.
"I'm not interested in a relationship."
Fang Shiyue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her emotions were passionate and direct.
"Then I can wait for you until the day you are interested."
Liang Yuanjing's patience ran out. He no longer stayed beside her, but raised his leg and stepped over her, leaving behind a cold and unkind voice.
"I'm not interested in you either."
Fang Shiyue burst into tears on the spot.
The situation changed too quickly, completely different from the warm and affectionate scene that had been imagined. Even Tao Shuran and Fang Qingyi, who were standing there, were a little stunned.
So they didn't react when Liang Yuanjing came out. When their eyes met, Tao Shuran's heart skipped a beat. She raised her head and saw that his eyebrows were furrowed for a moment.
She wanted to explain, but she seemed powerless.
Liang Yuanjing looked at people with even colder eyes, and the cold air on his body brushed over her. Although it was still hot that day, she felt a chill in her heart.
In such an embarrassing situation, Tao Shuran finally turned his head and saw Fang Shiyue clearly.
She is indeed extremely beautiful, with a smooth face, an unstoppable sharpness between her brows, and a pair of beautiful upturned eyes full of cheerfulness.
But at this moment my eyes are filled with tears of sadness.
Tao Shuran pursed her lips and took out a pack of tissues from her school uniform pocket. Just as she was about to give it to him, Fang Shiyue ran out.
She was calling Liang Yuanjing's name from behind, and seemed unwilling to give up and wanted to follow him.
He ran so fast that he didn't notice that there was someone standing next to the stairs. After the violent collision, Tao Shuran fell heavily to the right and rear.
"Are you okay?" Fang Shiyue hurriedly supported her, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were here."
Tao Shuran shook his head gently, rubbed his aching shoulder, and handed the paper to her.
Following her outstretched hand, Fang Shiyue's eyes suddenly fixed on the pocket of her school uniform jacket.
There was a corner of it slightly exposed, and perhaps others could not recognize what it was, but she could tell at a glance that it was the letter she wrote to Liang Yuanjing.
Fang Shiyue reached out and pulled it over. She looked at the familiar handwriting fiercely and asked, "Why is something I wrote here with you?"
Tao Shuran's breathing quickened slightly: "It happened that day that I..."
Fang Shiyue interrupted her, his eyes sharp as torches, and he questioned her directly with a keen sixth sense.
"Do you like Liang Yuanjing too?"
The author has something to say:
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As bright as the moon, when can it be plucked? - From Cao Cao, the author of "Short Song", which means "When can the bright moon hanging high in the night sky be plucked?"
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