Roaming in the world of film and television

The person is Chen Xun.

But the face, anyway, is different from the past, it is not handsome anymore.

The corners of his mouth were blue and red, and there was a blood mark in front of his right ear, where he was scratched by something.

"You... what's wrong with you?"

"I fell down on the bike." He said impatiently, and walked towards his seat.

Cycling fell? Can a bicycle fall like this?

"Hey, your letter..."

Chen Xun ignored her.

Kongbellcao was about to catch up, when a figure flashed outside the back door again, and Zhao Ye walked over wearing a woolen hat covering his forehead and a pair of sunglasses.

"Zhao Ye, why are you wearing sunglasses in winter?"

"It's windy outside."

"It's windy?" Konglingcao said, "It was obviously not windy when I came."

"Then I like to wear it, can't I?"

When Zhao Ye passed by her, Konglingcao noticed a bruise at the corner of his eye.

"your face……"

"You fell down a well on your bicycle, can't you?"

He also fell on a bicycle?

Hey, these two are really good, a couple?

Skybell didn't know what was going on, but Fang Hui did. Not long after Lin Yue and He Sha left on Saturday night, she also found an excuse to leave, but after riding for a while, she found that the tire of the bicycle was flat, so she pushed forward, intending to drop it at Zhao Ye's house nearby, and then called Take a taxi home and wait until tomorrow to deal with it.

But when she arrived at the destination, she heard two people arguing in front of her, and the voice was familiar, so she stopped and leaned over to have a look.

At the entrance of the alley in front of Zhao Ye's house, the dim light of the street lamp shone on the faces of two people, couldn't they be Zhao Ye and Chen Xun?

I didn't expect those two people to be faster than her. In fact, it's normal to think about it. After all, she pushed a bicycle all the way here.

Zhao Ye was questioning Chen Xun with the strength of wine, asking him why he helped Lin Jiamo to confess to Lin Yue, not only found her a music teacher, but also lent her the guitar, he clearly knew that he had always liked Lin Jiamo.

What is Chen Xun's answer? Everyone has the right to pursue love. Lin Jiamo is free to choose whoever she likes, and she should help her as a friend.

Zhao Ye became angry when he heard what he said, so he went up and punched Chen Xun to the ground.

Fang Hui wanted to fight, but Zhao Ye's next words made her froze in place. Zhao Ye said that Chen Xun was helping Lin Jiamo to confess, but in fact he wanted Fang Hui to give up on Lin Yue and accept him instead.

Yes, everyone has the right to pursue love, but Chen Xun's behavior is very shameful.

Fang Hui didn't know how she got back. Anyway, her body was completely frozen. When she got home, she drank several cups of hot water and got under the covers for a long time before she warmed up.

"Fang Hui, Fang Hui..."

He Sha's voice woke her up: "What's wrong?"

"Your Chinese homework."

"Oh." She took the Chinese homework handed over by He Sha and forced herself not to think about Chen Xun and Zhao Ye.

Ren Gaoying came in from the outside with her schoolbag in her hand, and said as she passed the podium, "He Sha, where did you find the sweater, it's too rusty."

The schools in the imperial capital, of course, will not suffer children. The temperature outside is several degrees below zero, and the classrooms are very warm. There are even radiators in the corridors. After entering the class, most students will take off their down jackets and only wear sweaters to keep warm.

Only then did Fang Hui notice that He Sha was wearing a brown sweater. From the color to the workmanship, it was obvious at a glance that it was handmade, not machine-woven.

Just like what Ren Gaoying said, not only does it look inconspicuous, it's also a bit smaller.

He Sha's family conditions are also good in the class, and she has never seen her wearing clothes of this grade before.

"I'm happy, can you control it?"

Regarding Ren Gaoying's complaints, He Sha chose to go back.

"Hi, Fang Hui, you came early today." Lin Jiamo walked in from the outside, stuffed her schoolbag into the drawer, took off a pair of gloves, rubbed her hands in front of her face, and let out a breath of steam.

"It's freezing outside."

"Jiamo, where's your original pair of gloves?" Fang Hui remembered that she used to wear leather gloves, but today she actually changed to woolen gloves, and the workmanship is very ordinary, as if they were handmade.

"I put that pair at home, why?" Seeing Fang Hui staring at the woolen gloves on the table, she said with a smile, "This one was knitted by an aunt for me, isn't it good? It doesn't look good, but Very warm."

"Hey, what's the matter with your eyes? Are they so red?" Fang Hui noticed another abnormality.

"Oh, I studied late last night and slept too little. I was scolded by my mother today, but... my father still loves me." She took out a bottle of "Life One" from her backpack: " Just bought it for me this morning and it's still warm."

"You? Stay up late to study?"

Fang Hui didn't understand. As far as she knew, Lin Jiamo never stayed up late to study. Sometimes she was reading in her room, and she called from there, either talking about the new album of the love song prince Zhang Xinzhe, or talking about the TV series she just watched. How bloody, sometimes mysteriously playing with the emotional test questions in magazines and books, anyway, it feels like the kind of person who has fun after finishing his homework.

"That's right." Lin Jiamo smiled and said confidently, "I'm going to be admitted to Peking University."

"..."

From Fang Hui's point of view, with Lin Jiamo's current grades, it is very difficult to get into Peking University: "Jiamo, are you serious?"

"Of course." Lin Jiamo said, "From today onwards, I will study hard."

...

From winter to spring, everything sprouts.

Lin Yue opened the door, and a cold breath came over his face.

He walked to the desk, opened the curtain that covered the window, and turned on the heating valve, and the temperature in the room began to rise.

"Sit whatever you want, I'll get some hot water in front." Lin Yue went to get the kettle on the table.

Wu Tingting walked into the room carrying the birdcage, and took a look at the environment inside the room: "It feels like going back to the 1980s."

"Uncle is a nostalgic person, because he has never been married and never pursued those fashionable things."

"Where is this?"

Wu Tingting lifted the birdcage, in which lived a red-billed green-haired parrot.

"Hang it under the window, see, there's a hook there."

She went to hang up the cage and sat down in the chair in front of the desk.

The desktop is covered with glass, and above the glass are a row of books about railway engineering. Under the glass are some old photos, including graduation photos of Lin Yaowen and his classmates when he was in college, celebration photos after the completion of the railway project, and photos of him and his leaders. Group photos, and photos with his family, one of which was a photo of him holding a kid in slit pants, with a red face and a stream of snot hanging from his nostrils.

Wu Tingting smiled knowingly.

Not long after, Lin Yue left and returned.

"It's cold, drink some hot water, it will take a while for the room to warm up." He poured Wu Tingting a glass of boiled water, and the hot air surged up the cup.

"This... is that you?" She took the cup and said, pointing to the photo she just saw.

Lin Yue leaned over and took a look: "Yes, I was one and a half years old that year, and I didn't run for long."

"You don't run until you're one and a half years old, that's late enough."

"I heard from adults that I fell on my foot when I was more than 11 months old. I was afraid, and I refused to run for life and death. I was hugged everywhere. In the end, because my mother and father were having trouble, I went to live with my grandma for two months. Uncle Tang asked someone to say good things, and then brought him back. I missed my mother so much at that time, broke free from grandma’s arms and rushed over, and learned to walk like this.”

Funny things about childhood, it makes people happy to tell and listen to.

Wu Tingting rubbed her rosy face through the glass: "Thank you for the matter of Grandpa Baifeng."

Lin Yue took a sip of water from the porcelain jar: "How long has it been, and I'm still carrying one."

A few months ago, he followed Wu Tingting to Grandpa Baifeng's house. When he saw the old man taking antihypertensive drugs, he bought a box of quick-acting heart-relief pills and stuffed them for Wu Tingting, telling her to let the old man keep it next to her no matter what. A rainy day.

Wu Tingting did as he said. As a result, in December, the old man had a heart attack. Fortunately, he survived with the help of the box of quick-acting Jiuxin pills, and he was not hospitalized much afterwards.

According to his explanation, his grandma died of a sudden heart attack. The situation at that time was very similar to that of Bai Feng's grandfather, so she was asked to prepare the quick-acting heart-rescuing pill in a small gourd bottle.

"I've always wanted to thank you, but I never had the chance."

"You really want to thank me?"

"if not?"

"Then you promise it with your body."

Wu Tingting's expression froze.

Lin Yue said with a smile: "I'm joking with you, let's see how nervous I am now. I'm only in the third year of high school, and I still have to spend my energy on my studies, trying to get into a good university. At this time, if I think about it every day, the two of us We are together in love, what will we do in the future? Are you two drinking northwest wind together?"

"Yo, your consciousness is quite high."

While speaking, Wu Tingting glanced to the side, her face changed slightly.