Zheng Yucheng, who suffered from a severe cold, was lying alone in his room, and if his sister Zheng Yuqi, who was a nurse at Anseong Hospital, could come to visit his home, she would definitely take a cold towel to help him apply it to his forehead, and she would also give him medicine to eat, but she refused Yucheng's request because of her busy family affairs. At this moment, the pain in his body alone was already beyond his control, and it was undoubtedly the saddest thing in the world for him to suffer the second devastation from his soul alone.

"Hey! Mom, you said Seung-mi came back to you with her two children, right? "I know she's afraid I'm going to pass it on to my child, but what about me! Did she ever think that I don't even have the strength to pour a cup of hot water now! I might have to lie hungry all night and then go to work with a worse illness! If it were normal times, even if Li Chengmei took the child back to his parents' house without saying a word, he would not be so angry, but this night was really difficult.

"Senior, when you eat, I think your face is wrong, are you sick? It doesn't matter! "Why haven't you replied to the message?" Slept? Still is? "Remember to get the red envelope when you wake up!" It's not much, just want to treat you to a nutritious breakfast. This is the first time in ten years that I have tasted the feeling of being held in the palm of my hand, and every word that flies out of Song Joo-hyun's fingertips is as comfortable as a little spring rain soaking the body.

"I'm really uncomfortable, and I really want to see you right away." A line of words quickly typed on the mobile phone screen, but when he was about to press the delivery button, Zheng Yucheng hesitated. "What are you kidding? If I can't promise her a future, why should I give her hope? Finally, Yu Cheng's nails left a deep finger mark in the dialog box. He knew that no matter how much he wanted to see her, he couldn't change the reality that was already in place.

In less than two seconds after he quickly deleted the text, two photographs of geraniums drifted into his fever-incursed eyes. The encyclopedia says that the flower language of red geranium is "you are in my world, can never be erased", and the meaning of pink geranium is "I am always behind you, happy with your happiness." Seeing and thinking of this, Zheng Yucheng's heart couldn't help but spasm. Gradually, he began to lose control of his thoughts, and tears fell on the dark phone screen.

The room was so quiet, and gradually there was only a quiet and even breathing...

Tick tock, it was the sound of the second hand moving, clicking, clicking, just at the moment when the hour, minute, and second hands were about to coincide, Zheng Yucheng's dark eyes gradually had a brilliant color.

The university campus is so quiet that it seems to be only the gentle sound of rape flowers swaying in the wind. The blue sky slipped through the gaps in the shade of the trees, and the sunlight fell thousands of golden threads among the students after class. Pei Kemian and Zheng Yucheng, who rode bicycles to catch up with the canteen school workers one after the other, became the only two moving points in the static picture.

In the same evening, Song Joo-hyun, known as the school flower of Ontar, was sitting in the music classroom quietly playing the piano, and the glow of the purple and red dispelled the night, and converged into a dazzling halo on the top of her hair. Accompanied by the rhythm of gurgling water, Song Joo-hyun kept swaying her delicate curves, and the corners of her clothes fluttered lightly in the wind, slowly revealing her skin that was more flawless than a gardenia.

Under the sky, the dark leaves swayed on the high branches. Across a wide road, Pei Kemian and Zheng Yucheng looked at each other and smiled, and then drove to different intersections.

"Finally, there was only one last box of lunches left. The address is a music classroom, and the pick-up person is Song Joo-hyun. "Song Joo-hyun! It's really her, it's great, I'm volunteering in the cafeteria just to meet the goddess! Jung Yucheng turned to look at the light-filled window, and at that moment the face of the goddess Song Joo-hyun was born from her heart and loomed in the flying white curtain.

After running up the stairs like a fly, Zheng Yucheng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his already white forehead and hands, and at the moment when his fingertips were almost touching the edge of the hidden door, Song Zhuxuan inside the door began to whisper the piano with a sweet voice.

Under the breeze, the door closed one by one like a fan, and Song Joo-hyun, who was sitting facing the window, had delicate fingers like white porcelain shining with a slight silver light, and there was a faint flash of silver-white starlight on her jet-black hair. Just looking at the graceful back, that charming face slowly floated out of his heart and gradually melted into Zheng Yucheng's eyes. At that moment, the sound of the piano in the door seemed to be testing someone's bottom line, Zheng Yucheng's chest began to pound like a drum, and his hand couldn't help but slowly stretch out to Song Joo-hyun's shoulder.

"Hey! Classmate, I said you can go in if you want to, don't stand in this block! As soon as Zheng Yucheng's feet touched the marble floor of the music classroom, a loud bang came from behind him, and then from his shoulders came two strong winds stronger than the propellers of a helicopter, and everything in front of him lost its luster the moment it fell.

The melodious sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, Song Joo-hyun took a breath of cold air in shock, looked back and looked out, only to see Zheng Yucheng staring back at her with a four-pitched posture and trembling eyes. Perhaps it was because compared with those reckless classmates who rushed up to show their hearts, Zheng Yucheng's bitter smile with his sweaty roots left a stronger impression on people. The corners of Song Joo-hyun's lips gradually had a bewitching smile, and there were also a little wet marks in her eyes that seemed to be shrouded in night dew.

"Classmate, are you alright?" At the moment when Zheng Yucheng raised one hand high to touch the doorknob, a warm hand passed through the dream and gently covered the back of his hand, and suddenly, Zheng Yucheng was so excited that his whole body was numb, as if he would be unconscious at any time.

"When rape flowers are all over the mountains, what a beautiful picture it would be if you could wear a windbreaker and walk on campus with Song Joo-hyun!" Zheng Yucheng, who was completely immersed in the fairy tale world, smiled secretly, and his chest was about to burst.

"Classmate, classmate, are you okay?" Song Joo-hyun looked at Zheng Yucheng in confusion, for some reason, the reckless boy was so happy that he couldn't even breathe a little incoherently.

"Classmate, I'll help you up, it's cold on the ground." Zheng Yucheng's eyes were confused, and Song Joo-hyun slowly approached his face, which became crimson like the burning clouds of that day.

"Joo-hyun!"

Just like Zeus in Greek mythology, who incarnated as a golden rain and fell beside the beautiful Danai, Zheng Yucheng's fascination for Song Joo-hyun was unreservedly revealed at the corner of his mouth. Song Joo-hyun's fingers tightened, and then he slowly withdrew the hand that touched his cold palm.

Zheng Yucheng's whimsical eyes involuntarily became sincerely frightened, and Song Joo-hyun showed him an unpredictable smile again. As the shadows faded from left to right over her rose-like face, a sense of arrogance and indifference once again exuded around her. And according to Zheng Yucheng's visual inspection, she didn't seem to have walked towards her, so she was dreaming again just now.

"Oh! The music room was spacious, and even the floor was so smooth. By the way, you just played Mozart's serenade. ”

Song Joo-hyun laughed silently and nodded lightly. Her fingers returned to the keys again, but instead of turning around, she carefully and seriously looked at Zheng Yucheng's face.

The scene of staring at the goddess Zheng Yucheng has been made up countless times, especially now that Song Joo-hyun is no longer a distant dream, at least there is a 1 in 10,000 possibility. At that moment, the flickering spots in Zheng Yucheng's eyes turned into two huge pearls.

"Serenade indeed. But senior, you're here to deliver food. If you break it, you will break it, don't worry, I won't say it. Because I've been losing weight, the main thing is that I didn't order any of these meals. ”

"And in the future, if there is a meal with my name written on it, the senior will take it back to eat or help me dispose of it."

The air suddenly became suffocating, and Song Joo-hyun was indeed staring down at him, but the aura emanating from her was arrogant. Thinking of his reckless behavior just now, Zheng Yucheng, who was immersed in happiness, suddenly turned back to uneasiness with joy on his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry to delay your practice time, I'm sorry." Zheng Yucheng's back suddenly stiffened, he hurriedly stood up, and finally stared at Song Joo-hyun and staggered back.

In Song Joo-hyun's opinion, Jung Yu-sung's lowered face was twisted like white window paper. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she smiled evilly.

"Ahh Before he knew it, Zheng Yucheng's constricted body had hit the chin of Meng Tingchen (a rich son, Song Joo-hyun's fanatical fan). At the moment when Meng Tingchen's fists and feet were about to attack like a torrential rain, Zheng Yucheng, who had rushed to the back, wrapped his abdomen.

On the rainy and foggy night, the fine rain was reflected obliquely on the pale cyan stone platform through the delicate and dense rape flowers, Pei Ke looked at Zheng Yucheng, Zheng Yucheng looked at the rainy sky and was distracted, a breeze, the leaves floated lightly, and then Zheng Yucheng's delicate face as white porcelain and straight nose were stained with transparent raindrops, he lowered his head and looked at the corner of his shirt that was blown gently by the wind.

"I was beaten and my nose was blue and my face was swollen, and I still have the leisure to think about beautiful things?! Do you know? The senior brother of the same level as you was not hired by the unit of his choice, and now everyone is so depressed that he is about to lose weight into a rib! Why don't we leave school early, and make two quick bucks as soon as possible to save for business? ”

Pei Kemian held an umbrella with one hand to cover Zheng Yucheng's face, and gently held his arm with the other. Zheng Yucheng limped away, gently covering his upper abdomen with both hands. Fortunately, Pei Kemian was in time and helped him wipe off his nosebleed in a secluded corner, so Zheng Yucheng's appearance did not fluctuate much. However, if you look closely, there is a faint bruise on the corner of his forehead, and there is a little redness and swelling on the bridge of his nose.

"Sister Joohyun, do you like shopping or watching movies?" "Muse, you look so good in purple, youthful and elegant. "Goddess, I heard that you still like to listen to symphony music, this is my new tape. "What's the broken tape, Joo Hyun, this is the latest bag, my dad bought it from a friend overseas, do you like it?" The flattery faintly reached Zheng Yucheng's ears through the mottled bushes, chirping, ticking, like two gears tearing each other, becoming more and more sharp and harsh.

"Why don't you answer my question? Brother Yucheng, when we make a lot of money, we can hug the beauty! Aren't you still impressed? ”

Zheng Yucheng suddenly stared at Pei Kemian fiercely, his eyes as if he was about to spew out lava. And this also foreshadowed his next move, but he didn't stop when Meng Tingchen turned around angrily, but when Song Joo-hyun hooked the corners of his lips mockingly at Meng Tingchen.

"It's really pretty, but it looks like a new bag that I picked up at the counter." Looking at Meng Tingchen's constricted chin, Song Joo-hyun's smile became more and more presumptuous.

"I'm sorry, but I'm only carrying a global limited edition. Perhaps this is the insignificant point between the real aristocracy and the outburst. ”

Song Joo-hyun joked at Meng Tingchen, who is known as the noble son of An Dae, her eyes lazily swept down the most eye-catching name tag on the bag, and then wrapped the bag strap around her wrist like a ribbon. "The touch is not right, it looks like a high imitation, I think it must be a little trick played by your father's friend." Song Joo-hyun's fingers slid to the bottom of the bag again, this time her voice was low, but it was audible to everyone around her.

Meng Tingchen almost half escaped and half was driven out of the pavilion. The umbrella he had opened was not broken, but the rain was still flowing on his face, especially the long eyelashes were dotted with dense raindrops, and his shoulders were shaking and his teeth were grinding through the straight suit.

"See that girl coming this way? She is Song Joo-hyun of the music department, and she is the fantasy of all the boys in Ontario. I heard that she went to perform in the Golden Hall abroad on behalf of the school a while ago, and I don't know how many people are the goddess of their dreams! Pei Ke reluctantly spoke.

"It is said that as long as you have long eyes, you will definitely like her, Brother Yucheng, you have eyes now..."

A fresh breeze hangs down from the dense acacia, and in addition to the fragrance of the trees, the smell of Song Joo-hyun's perfume wafts through the wind. At the moment when Zheng Yucheng was stunned, Song Joo-hyun had already passed by him, but he was not in a hurry to go far. In the dim light, her skin was as clear as water, her eyes were dark and innocent, and the two touches of crimson lit by fluorescence were more like a dreaming of many roses.

Zheng Yucheng's body trembled, so nervous that he couldn't even open his mouth, and his breathing was a little fluctuating.