Zhou Zicheng looked at Ling Mei's snow-white hand lined with a transparent glass bottle, her red mouth biting the straw, and a few strands of black hair caressing her cheeks with the wind, looking like a painting.

He could feel his heart pounding, and he didn't dare to look any more, so he lowered his eyes and turned his body sideways. He remembered that when he was packing up his books just now, for some reason, he deliberately touched Ling Mei's notebook.

In the notebook there is her handsome handwriting, the residual warmth of her delicate hands, and perhaps the fragrance of her hair.

Zhou Zicheng originally thought that he could hide this hazy and beautiful memory to warm this life.

"Chengcheng is back." The aunts in the community all smiled appreciatively when they saw him, "Your mother said that you went to the city to record an English tape today?" It's amazing. I think the champion of the college entrance examination in our community next year is none other than you. ”

Zhou Zicheng smiled. He'd heard too many compliments like that. Whenever he wins a certificate and participates in an event, he must shout that the whole world will know.

Opening the door, he smelled the familiar smell of food.

"Chengcheng!" He Wan wrapped around the bib and greeted him with a smile on her face and took his schoolbag. "How? Did you record well today? ”

"It's good." Zhou Zicheng washed his hands and wiped his face. "Mom. This is a labor fee from the city. ”

Fifteen dollars is not much, but it is not a lot. It is nearly half a month's salary for many ordinary people.

He Wan looked at how satisfied her son was. She is not short of money in her own family, but she has never been accustomed to her son spending money indiscriminately.

"That's just the money to buy you paper, brushes and paint. Come, let's eat. I made cold salad with celery, steamed shrimp with bitter gourd, white cut meat, and loofah egg soup today. ”

Zhou Zicheng took his breath, picked up a piece of bitter gourd and put it in his mouth, he didn't dare to chew it hard, and almost swallowed it all.

He Wan smiled and gave him another piece: "Bitter gourd, the nutrition is the best." You eat more. ”

Zhou Zicheng nodded, and quickly drank a sip of loofah soup to relieve the taste.

The loofah egg soup should be sweet, but Wu Wan's soup is so small that it can only be drunk as boiled water. I can't even taste the salt.

Zhou Zicheng endured the nausea brought by the bitter gourd, and forcibly swallowed a piece of white cut meat: Anyway, the white cut meat was adjusted with a bowl of sauce, and it was still in the mouth, but there was too much ginger.

After eating a bowl of rice, there are still a lot of dishes on the table. He Wan frowned and reminded him: "Chengcheng." ”

Zhou Zicheng's fast son scratched a few times in the bowl, raised it high and took it back. Plucked up the courage and said, "Mom." I don't like to eat bitter gourd and cress. ”

He Wan's face turned cold: "If you don't like it, you have to eat it." You are not in good health. These dishes are all for your nutrition. ”

Zhou Zicheng closed his eyes: "But I want to vomit when I eat too much." ”

He Wan's horn knocked the bowl on the table: "If you want to vomit, give me food!" It's better to eat it in your stomach and then spit it out than not to eat it at all! As he spoke, his eyes turned red, "How many illnesses have you had since you were a child?" The drawers are crammed with medical records at home. If you don't take care of your body, how can you take the college entrance examination? How do I go to college? You're deliberately not reassuring me, aren't you? ”

Zhou Zicheng stopped talking nonsense and buried himself in hardship.

He Wan turned her anger into joy: "Eat slowly." ”

Zhou Zicheng swallowed the last water celery, couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed into the toilet.

He Wan's face sank.

This kid is here again. Every time I go home for dinner, I have to vomit a few times. No way. I'll have to cook him some more good food tomorrow to make up for it.

So at noon the next day, at the dinner table, in addition to the bitter gourd steamed pork, there was also an extra cold salad of Houttuynia cordata.

Zhou Zicheng suffered in every way, and he missed the simple but delicious meals in the school cafeteria.

After dinner, He Wan cleaned up the room and accidentally found that there was an English notebook on her son's desk that did not belong to him. The name "High School Class 3 Xiao Lingmei" is written on the book. She tightened her eyebrows and flipped through her hand, the English font was handsome and chic, a few points stronger than her son's handwriting.

How can a son have a notebook for a female classmate in the lower grades?

The alarm bell on her heart rang properly, and her face was a little ugly.

She handed the notebook to her son and asked tentatively, "Whose notebook did you leave in your bag?" ”

Zicheng's head exploded. Calm down quickly.

"This is from the classmate who participated in the English tape recording with me yesterday." He resisted the urge to snatch his notebook back. said with a nonchalant face, "I probably didn't careless after the recording." ”

He Wan's face improved. Continue to probe: "The schoolgirl who recorded the tape with you." She must have done well. ”

Zhou Zicheng stared at the TV, his tone a little impatient: "Probably." Anyway, English is pretty good. ”

He Wan smiled: "Then don't forget to go back to school and return it to others." ”

"Got it." Out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Zicheng watched his mother enter his room and come out empty-handed, and his clenched fist slowly loosened.

Zhou Zicheng regretted it incomparably. He knew his mother too well. He shouldn't have stolen Ling Mei's notebook in a moment. If it bothers Ling Mei because of this, he can't forgive himself.

He was extremely glad that he had hidden that ambiguous feelings. No matter how secretly his mother inquired into the investigation, she would not find anything.

As he expected, He Wan took advantage of the time to go to the school to inquire and collect information about Xiao Lingmei. A peasant girl, so poor that she jingles. But the results are very good, and the high school entrance examination is the first middle school in the city. The most important thing is that Xiao Nongnu and her son did practice speaking together for a while under the supervision of English teacher Cen, and there was no other connection.

He Wan was still a little uneasy. Because she saw Ling Mei's appearance from a distance. It's not clear, but it's a very, very beautiful character with a fairy-like temperament. Her stupid son, don't be fooled by Zhang Huapi.

She carefully observed her son for a while, and did not find the slightest sign of early love. She felt that she was probably too sensitive.

The radar that spread all over her body slowly retracted.

God knows how hard she endured, the faint scorching pain made her unable to eat and sleep well, as if her son was going to stay away from him in the next second.

She was alone at home, reading the newspaper in the evening, and suddenly saw a piece of news "The Nth Seedlings Cup Art Competition Starts Registration".

She came to her senses with reluctance.

She's been waiting for this competition for a long time. If his son gets a place, he can add points in the college entrance examination!

Overjoyed, she ran into her son's room and rummaged through his album.

She remembers that her son had several drawings that were very popular with his instructors. There must be no problem in taking it to the primary!

A smile suddenly froze on her face.

In the dozens of thick albums, small palm-sized albums fell out.

The book fell to the ground and was opened to reveal the pages inside.

It was a portrait of a person with very delicate brushstrokes.

Portrait of a maiden.

The face in the portrait is extraordinarily beautiful.

Xiao Lingmei?!

Wu Wan's fingers stiffly flipped through the picture book, full of dozens of pages, the front side and even the back, full of Xiao Lingmei.

Wu Wan felt that she couldn't breathe.

She closed her notebook with the sound of a loudspeaker, rushed to the living room and pulled out a phone with a trembling voice.

"Dad. You've got to help me! ”