Shao Linfeng is a good-natured person. This is Liang Chan's first impression of him.

Before he entered the study, he said to the nanny, and cleaned up the bedroom with bathroom on the second floor for Xiao Cicada to live in, and she took care of other daily necessities.

He called her Little Cicada, just like the elders.

Aunt Rong's hands and feet are nimble, and she puts on a light-colored four-piece bed set that the little girl will like, brand new, and after cleaning, she will store it in the cabinet, take it out and shake it, and you can smell the fragrance of the softener.

"Little Cicada, look at what else you need, and I'll help you prepare." Aunt Rong went downstairs and cordially called Liang Chan to see the room she was going to live in next.

Liang Chan held all his belongings, a schoolbag containing two sets of clothes, and followed Aunt Rong to the second floor.

"Mr. went out to collect wind some time ago, and he will stay at home recently, he is busy and has irregular work and rest, don't worry about him, just look for me if you have something." Aunt Rong's voice was soft, like a spring breeze, slowly falling on Liang Chan's ears, "In the future, I will treat this as my own home, don't be restrained." ”

"Thank you." Liang Cicada whispered.

She hugged the schoolbag in her arms tightly, no matter how hard she pretended, after all, it was fake to come to a completely unfamiliar place, not to be nervous.

Aunt Rong pushed open the door and turned sideways to let her go in.

Directly in the direction of the door was a balcony with sealed windows, and the drizzle was kept out, and when the rain stopped, only the sinuous water marks were left on the glass. On the balcony is a set of fabric sofas with a blanket on top. The bed sheet quilt cover is a beige cotton and linen texture, solid color, which looks clean, with only some small patterns for embellishment.

Aunt Rong took her to the bathroom, some daily toiletries were placed on the shelves of the washstand, the bathroom mirror was opened, and shower gel, shampoo, body lotion, skin care products and the like were placed in the dark compartment behind her.

"But what's missing?" Aunt Rong asked with a smile.

"There is no shortage." Liang Chan was led to visit the small world where he would live in the future, and thanked him again, "Thank you for preparing this for me." ”

"You're welcome. Live here with peace of mind, don't think nonsense, huh? ”

Aunt Rong heard their conversation in the living room, the child was in a difficult life, there was no accident at home, her parents died suddenly, and her uncle could not take care of her personally, so she was entrusted to Mr. Shao.

The little girl is beautiful and soft-natured, and whoever hears about this kind of thing will feel sympathy.

"I almost forgot, you're a senior in high school, and there's a desk missing in your room." Aunt Rong said that something was missing, and finally remembered, "I'll go back and tell my husband to let him choose a set of tables and chairs." ”

Liang Chan didn't dare to trouble others, pointed to a small table in the room and said, "I can do my homework there." ”

"That's not good, it's too short, and it's not good for the cervical spine to sit at the desk for a long time. You are still young, you must protect it well, otherwise you will be like me when you are old, you will have cervical pain and low back pain at every turn, and it will be troublesome to treat. ”

Aunt Rong pointed to the back of her neck and waist, and her chattering appearance would not make people feel annoying, but would only feel the warmth of being cared for.

Liang Chan's eyes were warm, how nice it would be if her mother did the same.

After saying this, Aunt Rong went down to cook.

Liang Chan was the only one to eat dinner, and she carefully considered and asked, "Doesn't Mr. Shao eat?" ”

Aunt Rong is accustomed to this: "He is at work, and he doesn't like others to disturb him, saying that he will interrupt his train of thought or something, and I don't understand it very well." You eat first, and when he's done later, he'll call me if he wants to eat. ”

Liang Cicada buried his head in eating and no longer asked, adults don't like talkative children.

*

The second semester of the third year of high school started early, and the sixth year of junior high school was about to arrive at school, Liang Chan went to class for a few days, and took a week off because of family changes, which happened to coincide with the Lantern Festival holiday.

The seventeenth day of the first lunar month is the day of returning to school.

Liang Chan wore the down jacket and jeans that her uncle bought for her, and carried an empty schoolbag to school.

Shao Linfeng didn't wake up in the morning, and Aunt Rong called the driver for her, but she refused.

Taking the bus to the school, Liang Chan slowly walked into the familiar classroom, the desks and chairs were covered with dust, she took out a pack of tissues from her schoolbag, hung her head and wiped it slowly. Her table mate called her, as if she hadn't heard.

"Liang Chan, the old class called you." Lou Xinyue raised her voice.

Liang Chan stopped the mechanical wiping action, turned around and went out through the back door of the classroom.

The boy at the back table poked Xinyue's back with a pen, and when she turned around, the boy asked in a low voice: "What happened to you at the same table, why did you go home like a different person." ”

Lou Xinyue erected the textbook: "Where do I know." She's not always ignored people. ”

Liang Chan knocked on the office door, stood at the door and shouted, "Report." ”

"Come in." The middle-aged female teacher sitting by the window put down her pen and looked up at the visitor.

Liang Chan walked to her table, her eyes lowered, her fingers unconsciously pinching the hem of her clothes, and she didn't take the initiative to ask the teacher what was the matter with calling her.

Zhang Caiqin looked at her, sighed silently in her heart, and when she spoke, her voice unconsciously softened a little, and she lost her sharpness as the head teacher of the graduating class in the past: "Your uncle called me before he went abroad." ”

She paused, as if she didn't know how to mention the incident: "The teacher knows everything in your family, after such a change, few people can do it without being affected, the teacher doesn't force you, I just hope you think more about your future, and then grit your teeth and persevere." There are still four months left before the college entrance examination is full, your results have been very stable, 985 is no problem, and it is possible to sprint to Qingbei. If you get into a good university, your future will be easier. ”

Uncle said something similar before leaving, and Liang Chan felt no waves in his heart after hearing it.

Without waiting for her assurance, Zhang Caiqin could also understand: "If you have any difficulties in learning and life in the future, you can come to the teacher, and the teacher will do his best to help you solve it." ”

Liang Chan reacted a little this time, and hummed lightly: "Got it." ”

Zhang Caiqin saw that she was willing to speak, and felt a little relieved, and asked with concern: "Where do you live after your uncle goes abroad?" If you don't want to apply for accommodation, I will explain the situation to the school and waive the fee for you. ”

Liang Chan used to be a day student and lived at home, but now her house has burned down and her relatives are gone.

"Thank you, teacher, no." Liang Chan whispered, "I live at my uncle's friend's house. ”

"Far from the school?"

"Okay."

Leaving the office, Liang Chan took a breath of the cold winter air in the corridor, and the boulder on her chest kept pressing on her, almost out of breath.

Passing by the classroom of the third class of liberal arts, an angry roar came, almost piercing Liang Cicada's eardrum.

"Liang Cicada! You stop! ”

Liang Chan not only did not stand, but walked faster and faster.

In an instant, the girl rushed out of the classroom and stood in front of her, an angry face crashing into her eyes. Before she could react, she was slapped in the face.

Her face was knocked off, her head buzzed, and the first thing she felt was not pain, but overwhelming shame and fear.

Liang Chan didn't resist, and a trace of fishy sweetness oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Hu Beizi pointed at her nose with red eyes and scolded: "You still have the face to come to school, why don't you die with your mother, a murderer and a junior are born of a cheap seed!" You deserve to die! ”

The students in Class 3 craned their necks to watch the excitement, stunned by her words.