To Make He Yu Regret

Jiang Mingzhen did not become a parallel line that had no intersection with him, as He Yu expected.

In the next week's "civilized class", Jiang Mingzhen and her class were selected again, and she went on stage to accept the award on behalf of the class again without exception.

He Yu didn't look on stage again this time.

He stared at the verdant green of the treetops, thinking about how to use shadows to render the curled form if it were to be moved onto drawing paper.

"He Yu."

The classmate Fang Jianjie standing in the front called him.

"When I saw that ugly girl, I remembered that I **** before, you asked me the origin of her nickname, so I asked my sister."

He Yu thought for a while before remembering that this happened. Although he doesn't care much anymore, he still remains polite and listened to Fang Jianjie.

"My sister said, she called her Zhenzi because she is ugly, and her name is Jiang Xiaozhen."

It should be Jiang Mingzhen. Time passed for a long time, but he wouldn't remember her name wrong.

He Yu felt strange: "The pearl of pearl?"

Fang Jianjie shook his head: "Zhengzi's Zhen."

Jiang Xiaozhen, He Yu read it silently.

He thinks that her previous name is better, and Jiang's jewel and supreme treasure are very suitable for her.

What is the name change?

He Yu learned the reason soon after.

Thanks to the good business of the clothing store, He Yu's family plans to buy a house of their own. Since he went to study in the city, they have been living in rented houses and now they have money on hand and plan to live more comfortably.

On weekends, when he is free, He Yu accompanies his mother to look at the furniture.

After getting used to poor days, Fan Xiuhui always feels uncomfortable going to the furniture store, because the price on it is too expensive.

"This kind of chair is in our country, and I can make it with leftovers. How can I sell it for hundreds of dollars?

He Yu persuaded his mother that he could make a lot of money in the future, so she should not feel sorry for the money.

Fan Xiuhui is still unwilling: "Such an expensive chair makes me uncomfortable to sit on every day."

Involuntarily speaking, she pulled He Yu out of the Furniture City.

Then began a long run around the city, to various furniture stores to compare prices and wander around.

He Yu accompanied his mother patiently. He knew her, and she would only accept it after he finished visiting places that could be visited: a chair of several hundred yuan is not too expensive.

It was late when I walked to "Rongmei Furniture". It was a shop in the community. The red sign on the outer wall of the residential building was blown by the wind and the sun. The wooden characters and the family characters of the banyan had disappeared. not see.

"This kind of decoration is not high-end, maybe there will be an affordable price."

Fan Xiuhui led He Yu in.

Rongmei Furniture is not difficult to find, as soon as you enter the first floor of the community.

"Hello, take a look at the furniture?" A middle-aged woman in a shirt saw them walk in and immediately greeted them warmly.

"Yes, you haven't closed yet, are you?"

The woman walked closer, Fan Xiuhui glanced at her face, and then her eyes couldn't move away.

"No, we are still early, what type do you need..."

"Mrs. Jiang Family!" Fan Xiuhui was sure that she had admitted her mistake and called her happily.

The woman's expression changed instantly.

She paled sullenly and took a step back subconsciously.

"I'm not."

Fan Xiuhui rushed over and held her hand affectionately: "Why not? You don't recognize me. I am Fan Xiuhui. I used to work as a nanny in your house."

The woman was held tightly by her hand, she swept her eyes back and forth several times on her face, and finally remembered vaguely.

"Auntie Fan?"

"Think of me." Fan Xiuhui smiled and opened her eyebrows.

She calmed down, smiled at her, and looked at the young man behind her: "This is, your little boy?"

"Well, do you remember him?" Fan Xiuhui waved and asked He Yu to come over to say hello.

He bowed slightly and said hello politely.

"Ah," the woman smiled bigger, and the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes were deeply revealed: "He is so big, he is not a little boy. He looks so good-looking, like a movie star."

No one doesn't like their children being praised, but Fan Xiuhui still said: "Where is it? It's too exaggerated."

As children grow up, adults will naturally grow old.

Fan Xiuhui remembered that the former Mrs. Jiang was a well-known big beauty, but the years did not favor her, allowing wrinkles to climb on her face indiscriminately. She has lost a lot of weight, her cheeks and eye sockets are sunken, and her complexion is dark and yellow. The hair is no longer shiny as it was when I was young, and it was combed back and dried like a broom.

The biggest damage to her temperament is the salesperson shirt on her body, with the big "Rongmei Furniture" printed on her chest.

Seeing the line, Fan Xiuhui remembered the purpose of their trip.

"Mrs. Jiang, why don't you sell furniture instead of making a restaurant?"

She used "resale" as a euphemism. According to the previous financial resources of the Jiang family, how could such a middle and low-end furniture store stand up to them, let alone let the hostess help with sales in this place.

"This shop is not ours," Xu Meiyin twitched her lips, smiling like crying: "I'm here to work for somebody."

"Working?" Fan Xiuhui was quite surprised.

"Well, the restaurant has already closed down."

"Where is Boss Jiang?"

"He also works."

There was a lifeless gray in Xu Meiyin's eyes.

The atmosphere in the store fell into a weird silence, and the three of them were relatively speechless.

"No wonder I couldn't contact you when I came to the city..."

Fan Xiuhui's voice became very small. Suddenly, she thought: "Where is Miss Zhen? I once sent He Yu to start school, as if I saw you at the gate of his school. Is she attending a private high school in the city center?"

Xu Meiyin nodded: "Yes, she went to the best high school in the city."

The frozen atmosphere finally found a breakthrough to ease.

Fan Xiuhui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said with this good thing: "Yes, the teaching and resources of that high school are all top-notch. I used a lot of effort to send He Yu to the city to study, just to let him go. Go to school there."

"The high school not only requires tuition, but also has requirements for study," Xu Meiyin looked at He Yu: "Your grades must be good. You usually work hard, right?"

Fan Xiuhui waved her hand to deny: "Hey, he doesn't pay much attention to reading, he likes to paint."

His mother was also telling the truth. He Yu's brain is easy to use, he doesn't study much, and his grades are enough to beat a group of good children who study hard. His strength is painting.

Speaking of painting, Xu Meiyin recalled He Yu's childhood.

"Ah, yes! He loved to paint when he was a little doll, and he held a box of watercolor pens all day and painted it quietly. Once Mingzhen broke his watercolor pen, he cried so badly Jiang Yuan and I were terrified by him."

The two adults looked at each other and smiled, and the past scenes are vivid, and they are both deeply impressed by it.

"You have to see Mingzhen."

Xu Meiyin clapped her hands: "You are alumni from the same school. You left when you were a child, and she cried for a long time. She would be happy to see you."

He Yu wanted to say something, but it was not easy to tell her that Jiang Mingzhen had actually met him in school, and she hadn't recognized him at all.

Xu Meiyin led Fan Xiuhui inside.

Seeing that he missed the best time to refuse, he could only follow.

Rongmei Furniture was a storefront converted from a residential house. They followed Xu Meiyin, bypassing the cluttered furniture stacking area, and arrived at a rusty iron door.

Xu Meiyin knocked twice on the door.

"Jane, you have an old friend to see you."

The girl's answer came from the door.

"Come on, who is it?"

She ran over quickly, opened the inner wooden door, and opened the creaking security door outside.

He Yu predicted that he would meet Jiang Mingzhen who was dressed plainly.

There was an accident in her family, and she lived in a place like this... When he heard the news, he seemed to think about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

He had seen her in school, dressed and tempered like childhood.

For him, a "troubled Jiang Mingzhen" is still untrue.

She did appear behind the rusty iron door.

The house is so small that it can be seen at a glance, with a bed, a table, and a locker, which are less than ten square meters.

Obese Jiang Mingzhen stood in the room with her hairpin in her hair, wearing a princess dress, like a large ornate ornament that was misplaced.

Looking at He Yu and Fan Xiuhui outside the door, she looked blank.

"Hello." He stretched out his hand and greeted her first.

"I recognize you!"

Jiang Mingzhen patted her head and found a familiar impression in their facial features.

"you you……"

She clapped her hands and slapped her head, but she couldn't say anything in a hurry.

"What's your name?"

"He Yu." He said.

Faced with the mist of doubt in her eyes, He Yu added: "Live taro."

"Ah," this time the number was matched, Jiang Mingzhen gave him a particularly big smile: "Hello!"

She took his hand and shook it up and down vigorously.

"Hello, He Yu!"

Jiang Mingzhen repeated it again, saying his name in a correct manner.

"How are you doing for so many years?"

He smiled and said, "Very well, how about you?"

"I'm fine too." She replied without thinking.