When the tide came out of the kitchen with noodles, Yangmei was sitting on the sofa and watching the sketch. Tide looked at her smile that was about to reach the root of her ears, and an indescribable emotion of happiness or sadness surged up in her heart. At this time last year, there were only two people on this sofa, she and her father, silent to each other, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.

"I cooked noodles, why don't you take a bite?" She took the bowl to sit down next to the bayberry, watching the heat rise from the bowl in front of her eyes, and her glasses were covered with a layer of white mist.

Yangmei didn't seem to hear her, her eyes nailed to the TV screen, firm and tough. Tidal saw the flickering light radiating from the screen hit her face, and for a moment the facial features suddenly became unfamiliar. "What about you, I ask? To eat or not to eat? ”

The tides raise the sound. After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and took a sip. The noodles are sticky and glutinous in the bowl, like thick white worms.

Yangmei heard it this time. She turned her head to look at the tide, and the expression that had been happy just now suddenly became indifferent. "Don't eat. What to eat, you look at this clear water. She stood up, took the remote control, turned off the TV with a snap, and slammed the door of the room in the slightly startled eyes of the tide. Her strength was always great, and the family portrait hanging on the shaking wall shook violently a few times.

The tide sucked another mouthful of noodles, which were indeed clear and bitter. There are a few slices of green onion floating on the soup noodles, and the oily green color is particularly vibrant in the white of Thurso. Bayberry is always like that. From childhood to adulthood, she never refused to generously give her a little such vigorous green onions, which always made her drift in the confusion of life.

Qiao Shen found that he was beginning to fall in love with the girl who always looked thin and small with glasses. He never told her that he liked her name. On the first day of his freshman year, he was inadvertently walking behind her in the hallway when he heard her say bonjour to the oncoming French foreign teacher, and the middle-aged woman from Marseille, who had a Mediterranean style, was amazed by her authentic pronunciation, smiled in response, and asked for her name. He could clearly hear the pleasure of the girl as she looked up in reply.

“La marée.”

At that time, like her, he had already used the summer to teach himself a lot, and he heard the nice little tongue of marée at the end of her words, and suddenly felt the gentle pleasure peculiar to girls spill out of her ponytail and canvas shoes. Later, Qiao Shen remembered this name very clearly, when the first basic French class was called, the tide sat on the other side of him, and he just saw her gentle and quiet side face, which was not particularly outstanding, but there was always a mysterious and invisible attraction.

The French Department has three classes, with 20 students in each class, and the class rarely changes seats, and later it became a fixed form. It was self-study time at the moment, and she was also sitting in front of him, crouching on the table and not knowing what she was writing. She was the only one in the class who was writing grammar problems, and sometimes he listened to her stand up and answer questions that even baffled him, wondering how such stiff sentence patterns and structures flowed in her head.

A kind of curiosity made him interested in exploring this girl who had never really spoken to before. Qiao Shen took a look at the grammar book on the table, walked straight to the empty seat in front of the tide and sat down, and gently tapped the upper right corner of her desk with her index finger phalanx. "Tide, can I ask you a question?"

Tidal looked up, headphones still in her ears. When I raised my eyes, I saw Qiao Shen sitting opposite, the two of them were close to each other, and they could hear each other's snorts. It was the first time she had been so close to the boy she had once looked up to like honey. The tide could clearly see his outstanding eyebrows, lips and nose, and the contours of his angular jaw. It's just that now, although it's not the same as before, it will still have an instantaneous critical hit.

She took off her headphones and glanced at the title page of the grammar book in Qiao Shen's hand. "First past tense? Which question? ”

Qiao Shen pointed out to her. "I think I can also use the simple past tense to fill in the blanks in this question, why use the past first?" He pushed the book toward the tide so she could read it more clearly. The tide poked his head over, still spinning his pen in his hand. She's always been good at writing, and I think it will bring out her problem-solving potential. Qiao Shen's eyes drifted to the girl's face, and through the not-so-thin lenses, he could see her long, slightly curly eyelashes, which kept moving with the blink, casting a shadow under the eyelids.

"You see, there is a use of the dès que sentence form here, which means an instantaneous action that occurs before an action that has already occurred, so it is necessary to use the first past, and in general, the first past is used in conjunction with the simple past tense." Jo listened to her decomposition, her eyes retracting from her lowered gaze and landing on the tip of her spinning pen. "Got it."

The pen in Tidal's hand suddenly stopped turning. She straightened up and leaned back in her chair, and Qiao Shen saw that there seemed to be some disdain in her eyes.

"I don't believe you've only understood a little. You're a big cow. After all, there is no exaggeration in saying this. She knew in her heart that, honestly speaking, she was the first in the French department, and Qiao Shen was the second; This kind of two-star difficulty question, through the main stem, he will not not not understand. "That's all I can say, because that's how I understand it, and if you still have doubts, you can go to 308 and ask Mrs. Bernard."

She spoke in a very light tone all the time. Qiao Shen was a little bored, he saw the girl's back turned straight over, and he was slightly frustrated. He thought about Xia Chan's previous unintentional words about the tides. "There are some things she doesn't say on the surface, but she sees them most thoroughly in her heart. When you are warm, you are like a popsicle in summer, and when you are cold, you are like the sun in winter. At that time, I felt deeply conflicted when I heard this, thinking that Xia Cicada was making things up, but now that I think about it like this, sure enough, she is the person who knows the tide best.