Gu Yan couldn't refuse that look.

His hand moved slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally lifted it up and landed on Fen Qiao's head, gently helping her comb her hair.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Fen Qiao's voice was nasal.

"Trust me." Gu Yan affirmed.

Fen Qiao's tears broke at that moment, one by one, and smashed on the floor.

She had never cried in front of outsiders.

Fen Qiao is a proud and face-loving person. She never showed herself to others. Although her tear ducts are well developed, she always has to find a place to hide when she cries. No matter how miserable the crying is, you may get sympathy, but others will never empathize.

Adolescence is the age when a person craves attention and love the most, but Fen Qiao's entire adolescence is nothing. She only needs the guidance and care of one person now, and she needs the least sympathy.

The matter of depression has been revealed, and the most gratifying thing is that Wang Yiyang can finally enter and exit Gu Yan's apartment openly and honestly, and talk to Fen Qiao for psychological counseling. Fen Qiao's condition is actually much better than when he was in Diancheng. Sometimes the injury from relatives is a blunt knife, cutting people's hearts one by one, like a long time, but it can't be cut in two.

After Gao Ling left, he cut the carrion on Fenqiao's body. Maybe it will bleed and hurt at first. But in fact, as long as you get through that period of time, there is no inflammation and no infection, the wound will scab over, slowly heal, and then leave a visible or inconspicuous scar.

……

A month after the college entrance examination, the results came out. Fen Qiao's college entrance examination results are better than any mock exam, and he can be regarded as an extraordinary performance. Even if you are in the middle of a heavy book, you can choose a school at will.

"Miss Fenqiao, your call." The maid knocks on the door.

Fen Qiao took the phone, He Kun's voice came from the other end of the phone, the voice sounded a little distorted across the phone, and they hadn't seen each other since the college entrance examination.

"Fen Qiao, is the imperial capital fun?" He Kun's voice was as warm and concerned as ever.

"Yes." Fen Qiao replied and nodded into the phone, but he didn't want to see it at the head of the Biqu Pavilion www.biquge.info He Kun.

"It's been raining every day in Diancheng lately, and the big canna in your door has all been opened, but unfortunately you can't see it-"

Fen Qiao listened quietly to He Kun's words, but he suddenly fell silent.

"Fen Qiao, will you go back to Dian City?" For some reason, Fen Qiao felt that his voice sounded a little fragile at that moment. Before she could speak, He Kun laughed again, "Actually, it's not good to go back to Dian City, you at least have your little uncle there to take care of you, and with a new environment, you can still make new friends." ”

Only He Kun knew how bitter the laughter was, he knew Fen Qiao's situation and difficulties, but he couldn't do anything.

Fen Qiao's heart was a little uncomfortable, He Kun was her only friend in the past, and he had been helping her from beginning to end, but she didn't even have an ordinary goodbye, so she left Diancheng. She clenched the phone, wanting to comfort He Kun, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Fen Qiao, you have low blood sugar, eat more, don't deliberately forget to take medicine anymore." He Kun advised.

"Okay." Fen Qiao agreed one by one.

"My mom came to see you that day, right?" He Kun suddenly brought up this matter.

Fen Qiao tightened the phone in his hand, not knowing how to answer.

Fen Qiao's silence verified He Kun's conjecture, "I guess too, I don't know what she said to you, but you don't care about what she says, Fen Qiao, I apologize to you on behalf of my mother." ”

After a while, Fen Qiao has actually figured out a lot. What He Kun's mother said was actually understandable. Fen Qiao hadn't thought so far before, she didn't hate He Kun, if Fen Qiao's father hadn't had an accident, they might have a natural and innocent love affair in adolescence.

But there is no if, He Kun really needs a wife who is the right person, the pressure on him is much heavier than that of ordinary people, and Fen Qiao doesn't want to embarrass him.

"I'm not mad at my aunt. He Kun, do you remember your birthday in the second year of junior high school? Fen Qiao said.

"Of course I remember," He Kun smiled, "I also invited you to my house for my birthday that time, and my mother asked me why I only invited you as a female classmate, how embarrassing it is for you to be alone in a group of male classmates......"

Fen Qiao also smiled, "I still remember that time your mother took the Qiqu biscuits, which were delicious, and I thought at that time, if only my mother could bake them." Fen Qiao said slowly, "He Kun, you have a good mother. ”

Gu Yin is a well-known iron lady in Diancheng, who is a strong person and a strong worker, which is the consistent style of the Gu family, but such a person is willing to bake strange cookies for his son's group of classmates on his son's birthday.

In fact, Fen Qiao was very envious of He Kun.

"Then we're still good friends, right?" He Kun spoke cautiously.

"Yes." Fen Qiao nodded solemnly.

Geographically separated by thousands of miles, the two of them both know that whether it is geographical or psychological distance, they will no longer be as close as in the past.

……

The summer in the imperial capital is much hotter than in Diancheng, and the wind in the air-conditioned room is also blowing dizzily. The high temperature of 35 degrees for two consecutive days, the temperature was high, and he had no appetite, Fen Qiao went to the electronic scale and quickly got off the scale.

Fortunately, Gu Yan was not at home, Fen Qiao quickly deleted the historical record displayed on the electronic scale, and stood up with two bottles of mineral water, and his weight returned to normal. She wiped the sweat that didn't exist at all and breathed a sigh of relief.

When Gu Yan went home, Fen Qiao was still washing vegetables in the kitchen sink, saying that she was washing vegetables, but in fact, she was playing with water, Sister-in-law Zhang was busy preparing dinner, Fen Qiao didn't talk to anyone, she didn't need to be accompanied, she was playing alone.

Gu Yan looked funny, turned her head and asked Sister-in-law Zhang, "Does Fen Qiao like to play in the water very much?" ”

"Every time I wash the dishes and put the bath water, Fen Qiao always rushes to help, and I see that she has a lot of fun every time."

Gu Yan was thoughtful, he was not blind, Fen Qiao's weight change could be seen without a scale. Since Fen Qiao likes to play with water, she simply let her learn to swim, which can not only exercise, but also cultivate a hobby, and maybe she can eat more after exercising.

At dinner, Gu Yan mentioned this matter.

"Learn to swim?" Fen Qiao raised his head and looked at Gu Yan blankly. "Why learn to swim? I can swim and I don't want to go out. ”

Fen Qiao always has a sense of fear of the crowd, and hates contact with strangers the most, which is not something that Gu Yan can correct for a while.

"I've seen photos of you winning prizes in swimming competitions in the past, you are so talented, what a pity to waste it?" Gu Yan paused and put down the chopsticks in his hand, "There is a swimming pool on the roof of the apartment building, if you don't want to go out, you can also ask a personal trainer to come back and practice." ”

Fen Qiao was silent, his chopsticks poking around in the bowl, a little hesitant.

She hadn't swam in years. In the past, although she couldn't give up the swimming pool, after it was abandoned, she never had the idea of contacting it again. But for the swimming pool, her attachment has always been there.

Gu Yan saw her hesitation, and did not urge, "We can go to the training center and see if there is a coach you like, and then make a decision." ”

Fen Qiao's eyes lit up, "Is it okay?" ”

"Yes." Gu Yan quietly added a spoonful of corn kernels to Fenqiao's bowl.

Fen Qiao thought about things in his heart, lowered his head and ate it, not noticing Gu Yan's movements.

……

After Liang Ze made the arrangement, Gu Yan came back from the company the next day and took Fen Qiao to a swimming training center.

The training center is actually a large swimming pool, and the weather is hot and there are many swimmers. There are also two types of pools, a training pool and a ticketed recreational pool.

In the swimming pool where tickets are sold, there are mostly elderly people and children of different ages. The swimming pool of the training pool is divided into tracks, which looks more formal.

Fen Qiao retracted his gaze and continued to follow Gu Yan into the coaches' offices.

Many of the coaches at the training center are retired swimmers from the former national team, and the content of the training is more professional. Gu Yan didn't want swimming to be just a sport for Fen Qiao to relieve the heat and pass the time, he wanted to cultivate Fen Qiao's interest in swimming. As long as there is an attachment to something, Fen Qiao is willing to invest in it and is willing to pay for it, and his depression will improve a lot.

The office was very spacious, and before Gu Yan arrived, the curator temporarily called all the incumbent coaches back to the office and held a short meeting.

The main purpose of the meeting was to satisfy the little ancestors brought by the big people. The salary is good, and you only need to bring one person, so the coaches are naturally happy.

As soon as Fen Qiao entered the office, everyone's eyes were focused on her. Fen Qiao quietly dodged behind Gu Yan.

The swimmers are all slender and tall, and most of the coaches in the office are men. Fen Qiao's gaze wandered between several female coaches.

She is really not used to contact strangers, but she can't give up on the swimming pool in her heart. As long as she learns to swim, she doesn't have to stay in an air-conditioned room all the time and go into the water in the open-air pool on the top floor of the apartment.

Just as he was hesitating, the door of the office was pushed open again, "Lao Luo, my coaching card seems to have fallen on you......"

The voice saw that the situation in the office came to an abrupt end, and the person who came was a young woman with short hair, white skin and big eyes, very temperamental and affinity. Everyone in the office looked at her, and her face was a little embarrassed, "Sorry for the interruption... I'll come back later. ”

When Fen Qiao saw her come in, he felt that she was much more acceptable than the others in the office, and when he saw that she was going to have it, he hurriedly pulled Gu Yan's sleeve, Gu Yan understood, and said to stay, "Wait a minute." ”

The woman stayed with a blank face, and the curator hurriedly explained: "Zheng Jie doesn't bring a private one, she still has several students under her..."

Fen Qiao was gloomy, and when the curator saw this, he hurriedly turned around and persuaded Zheng Jie: "Zheng Jie, those students under you will be handed over to other coaches first, Mr. Gu's salary is very high, as long as you..."

"Curator, my niece happened to be practicing with me this holiday, and I promised to take her, so I don't miss the appointment."

"This ......" is also difficult for the curator.

"I can learn here." Fen Qiao hesitated for a long time and spoke.

Fen Qiao was more reluctant to follow a coach who was both strange and disliked than learning to swim in this noisy place.

"This is a great joy," the curator clapped his hands and smiled, "Mr. Gu rest assured, the water quality of our swimming pool is definitely the best in the imperial capital, and Miss Fen Qiao can definitely be guaranteed here." ”

This was much better than the result Gu Yan expected, he didn't expect Fen Qiao to be willing to learn here. Fen Qiao's willingness to make this decision was not easy for her.

"Zheng Jie, make arrangements, let's start taking Miss Fenqiao to class tomorrow morning." Curator arrangement.

Zheng Jie was a little stunned: "Then the students under my hands ......"

The curator waved his hand, "Let's bring it together!" ”