The driver was waiting for Liang Cicada at the intersection in front of the Yida High School.

After getting into the car, Liang Chan was a little tired, leaned on the back of the comfortable seat, closed his eyes and couldn't sleep, so he had to open his eyes and look out the window. Flowing neon lights streak across your eyes and stretch into the unknown distance.

Back at home, Liang Chan straightened his back and cheered up, put down his schoolbag and went to the kitchen to pour water and drink.

Aunt Rong pinched the time to cook the supper, just turned off the fire, and turned back in the swirling white air: "The little cicada is back." How many small wontons do you want to eat in the afternoon? ”

Liang Cicada looked into the pot, and the clumps of white crepe wontons floating up were like clouds in the sky: "Nine? Ten? "She's so hungry and not sure how much she can eat.

Aunt Rong smiled, and pinched her cheek while taking the bowl: "Give you a big bowl, and give him the rest." ”

This "he" refers to Shao Linfeng.

Liang Chan was puzzled, and there was a sound of the door opening from the study.

Shao Linfeng slumped on his slippers, holding a cigarette between his long fingers, and walked out with a pensive look, as if he was still immersed in his work.

Liang Chan doesn't know what he does, according to what Aunt Rong mentioned before, she speculated that he was probably engaged in creation, writer? Or a screenwriter.

"Coming back?" When Shao Linfeng saw her, he no longer thought about whether the headache in the new script was reasonable, changed his expression, the corners of his lips rose, and he smiled like the warm sun piercing the clouds in winter, "Is the new school still adaptable?" ”

"Well, the environment is very good, and the classmates are also very good."

Liang Chan replied gently, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times. He was dressed a little bit differently today, with a loose vertical striped shirt on his upper body, light green stripes, a very fresh green, tucked into white slacks on one side, and let it hang down on the other, thigh-length lengths.

It's a test of height, because if you're not careful, you'll look short, but he won't, he completely holds it, and the ratio of height and leg length is superior, comparable to a male model on the cover of a magazine.

If she didn't know his age, she would have thought he was only twenty.

Aunt Rong brought two bowls of small wontons and put them in front of them, and Liang Chan's bowl was really more than Shao Linfeng's.

Liang Chan picked up the spoon, skimmed the seaweed and shrimp skin floating in the soup, and asked before eating, "Do you want to change the bowl?" ”

Shao Linfeng had already scooped up a wonton and sent it to his mouth, so his voice was vague: "The third year of high school is hard, eat more, and you are too thin, you will run away as soon as the wind blows." ”

It's not that exaggerated. Liang Chan blew on the wontons, his eyelashes lowered, just as if he was joking.

*

Coming to the first exam of Yida High School, Liang Chan was unprecedentedly nervous. Before her parents passed away, she rarely asked about her grades, and she was able to rank at the top of her school because of her self-awareness. She is not the kind of talented student, and every point of improvement is the reward for her brushing up on the questions at night until the second half of the night.

She used to be comfortable with exams, but this time she was distracted in the exam room. She sat in the window seat, the red orange fire clouds in the sky reminded her of the fire, and the words on the scroll became blurred images.

As expected, she got her worst grade ever.

On the day the score came out, on the way home, Liang Chan felt guilty, hid his face between his knees, bent down, and pressed his chest and legs together.

The driver thought she was not feeling well and asked twice if she needed to go to the hospital.

Liang Chan shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "No." ”

Will the homeroom teacher call her guardian? How should she explain to Shao Linfeng? He put all his heart into sending her to the best school, but she didn't give him back with the best grades, will he regret making this decision?

Feeling that the car was slowly stopping, Liang Chan sat up straight, adjusted his breathing, and got out of the car.

Shao Linfeng sat in the corner of the sofa with his legs folded in the living room, a book spread out on his legs, and a thin wooden carved bookmark flipped at his fingertips.

He looked up and looked straight at her, "It's back." ”

Liang Chan stopped, as if returning to the evening a few days ago, he said "I'm back", and then asked her "Is it still suitable for the new school", so gentle.

"Hmm." Liang Chan walked over crampedly, and confessed everything before he spoke, "I didn't do well in the exam this time, I'm sorry, I will definitely work hard next time." ”

These are the words she has been brewing all the way, and she did not hide the fact that she did not take the exam, nor did she make excuses for her poor exam.

Shao Linfeng was surprised, it could be seen from his expression - he raised his eyebrows, and even his whole person froze.

Two seconds later, he seemed to have been unlocked, put down the bookmark, closed the book, looked at Liang Chan and said seriously: "Why did you tell me sorry?" ”

Liang Chan's head was lowered to the maximum, her chin poked between the two collarbones, and her voice was so low that she needed to be carefully recognized to hear what she said: "I did poorly in the exam and failed to live up to your expectations." ”

Shao Linfeng was like her friend, without a trace of the elders' shelves, patted the sofa next to her, and said to her, "Come and sit down." ”

Liang Chan hesitated and sat next to him, and there was one more person in the middle space.

"I have no expectations from you." His fingers were white and slender, his nails were trimmed round and neat, his palms were on his knees, and he said, "Little Cicada, you only need to be responsible for yourself, others should not be within your consideration, don't set too many frames for yourself." ”

The more you think about it, the more pressure you have, and you have to live a bright and cheerful life at a young age, and enjoy the eighteen or nineteen years old that you only have once in your life.

Liang Chan nodded, hummed, and unconsciously his ears turned red. I don't know if Shao Linfeng noticed it, she scratched it with her own hand, making people mistakenly think that it was a mosquito bite.

"There are steamed pork ribs and rice cakes in the kitchen, so I can eat some when I am hungry." Shao Linfeng picked up the black tea on the coffee table, and after a long time, his mouth was slightly cold, he only took a sip and put it down, like telling a greedy child, "Don't eat too much, it's not easy to digest." ”

Aunt Rong was not there, Liang Chan went to the kitchen to pick up the hot food in the steamer with dishes and chopsticks, took a big bite like a vent, chewed twice, tasted the healing taste of the food itself, and the chewing action slowed down.

Shao Linfeng ...... How did you know she liked both?

She was sure she hadn't told him.

Shao Linfeng picked up the book and went to the study, the mobile phone screen lit up, and Ye Peiyong, who was far away in Germany, sent him a text message with a seven-hour time difference.

"Little Cicada, how is she doing?"

Two hours ago, Shao Linfeng called and asked a very strange question: how to make an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl feel better.

Although Ye Peiyong didn't understand, after thinking about it, he still gave the answer: "Eating delicious food, having fun, and wearing beautiful clothes can make a little girl of this age happy." ”

After answering, he thought of his niece who lived in the Shao family, and asked, "Is it Xiao Cicada?" What's wrong with her, she's been in a bad mood? ”

Shao Linfeng said: "The head teacher called me and said that she had failed in the exam, and I was afraid that she would be difficult to accept it for a while. ”

Ye Peiyong fell silent, and couldn't help but reflect that he didn't care about his niece as much as an outsider.

Liang Chan remembered Shao Linfeng's advice, stopped his chopsticks after eating a piece of rice cake and two pieces of steamed pork ribs, and dragged his thousand-pound schoolbag up the stairs.

Pushing open the door, her hand fumbling for the switch on the wall, the moment the light came on, the behemoth on the desk broke into her sight with an inconvenient presence.

It is a milky white box with a gold logo printed on it and a pink ribbon with gold trim.

Liang Chan leaned his back against the door, put his schoolbag on a chair, and ripped open the complicated bow ribbon on the box, and a small pure black skirt lay inside, wrapped in a translucent dust bag.

Maybe it's because the material of the skirt can't be folded, it's laid flat, so the box is huge.

Liang Chan held his breath and put it on, his hand reached the zipper behind his back, pulled it to the butterfly bone, and then poked down from the back of his neck to pull on the remaining zipper.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Liang Chan's eyes lit up, and she couldn't believe that the ordinary-looking black dress on her body could have the effect of making people shine.

Forgetful, she ran barefoot downstairs to find the person who had given her her dress.

Shao Linfeng sat behind the computer with glasses, the reflection of the lenses blurred his eyes, and it could be seen that the corners of his mouth were raised: "Is it okay?" Thought you wouldn't like the style. ”

There were stars twinkling in Liang Chan's eyes: "I like it very much." ”

It was the happiest moment she had ever had, even though she had been basking in the depression of falling grades.

The skirt is a crossed V-neck, cut just everywhere, without the risk of exposure, just against the undulating edge of the girl's breasts, quietly revealing a bit of sexiness and maturity, and the bow tie of the shoulder straps hides the sexiness, leaving the lightness and playfulness that belongs to a girl of this age.

After Liang Chan finished taking a bath, his body threw himself on the bed, remembered and forgot to say thank you to Shao Linfeng, and covered his head with the quilt in annoyance, making a whining sound that only he could understand.

And another question came out of the chaos of thoughts, why did he give her a dress?