After the New Year, not long after returning to Beicheng, Lu Yinong blew out the 16th birthday candle with the blessing of his uncle and aunt.

Then on the 17th birthday, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is another year.

Lu Qing has grown rapidly in this year, she no longer guards the Zhang family's house, and began to work hard to get out by herself. Take the initiative to follow Zhang Peiming's side, meet all kinds of people, participate in and hold various activities.

She is smart and flexible, polite and polite, with bright eyes and good looks, with the identity of the Zhang family's wife, she quickly gained a firm foothold in the upper circle of Beicheng, and won a lot of fans like a fish in water.

Her potential in this area was something that Zhang Peiming had never thought of. But his wife likes and is capable, so he naturally supports him wholeheartedly.

The only thing that makes Lu Qing regret is probably that there has been no news from his stomach. Every time she saw Mrs. Zhang, she would always say a few words to her about the child.

Lu Qing took care of the loss, lowered his eyebrows and accepted it pleasantly, and on the other hand, he insisted on supplementing all kinds of pharmaceutical supplements.

In such a family, it is untenable to have no children, and she deeply understands this truth.

Lu Yinong felt that he had not made much progress. Adapted to life in Beicheng, never met a friend like Su Shenzhen again, occasionally went out with my aunt to socialize, and studied with peace of mind most of the time.

When you are lucky, you can meet Zhang Ronghui, who is going home, but most of the time you are unlucky, and you can only meet him once a month or two.

Nothing happened, and naturally there was no story worth telling.

Zhang Peiming finally fulfilled his promise to Lu Qing after nearly two years of marriage and took her to Bali for her honeymoon.

During that time, the Zhang family was also empty, Lu Yinong ate and went to school alone, except for the teacher's questions, the occasional campus radio and various private lessons arranged by Lu Qing in advance, she couldn't say two words a day.

She may be less lonely and open her heart to socialize with one or two friends in the same class, but Lu Yinong knows that even if she reads a lot of books and learns a lot of things, she is still an ordinary small-town girl.

The prosperity of Beicheng had already been seen, and in the end, perhaps when she was in college, she was determined to return to K Province.

In Xingzhi, what is hung on the homepage of the campus website is the admission information of foreign famous schools and domestic TOP2, and the campus visit day introduces to the outside world the admission rate of QS100 and college entrance examination Beicheng 985.

The idea of going to college outside of the North City is outrageous and depraved.

Her thoughts and perceptions are insurmountably different from those around her.

She doesn't ask for the understanding of others, and she doesn't bother to maintain relationships with her classmates.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, my grandfather called and asked Zhang Rong to ask for a manuscript from his mother's lifetime.

Zhang Rong will return to Zhang's house, and when he enters the living room, he sees Lu Yinong sitting on the floor, lying on the coffee table while nibbling on bread and wearing headphones for English listening.

He frowned and walked over to pat her on the shoulder.

Lu Yinong turned around and saw that he was startled, took off his headphones, and stood up a little cramped: "Ah......hhhhh

She wasn't allowed to call Zhang Ronghui brother, so naturally she couldn't really call him by his name without politeness.

"What's going on? Auntie doesn't cook for you, how to eat this. ”

Lu Yinong hurriedly explained: "No, I'm the only one in the family lately, and I can't finish the food cooked by my aunt." I don't have a good appetite today, so I didn't let my aunt cook. ”

"I ......"

Zhang Rong would look at her embarrassed, and he didn't care about her idle business: "That's okay, you continue." I'll just come back and get something. ”

He went upstairs.

Zhang Ronghui's mother, Yu Jinxiu, was a painter during her lifetime, and she was best at painting fine brushwork and sketching, especially painting animals and plants. The flower room was also specially built for her by Zhang Peiming after marriage.

My grandfather may be old, or maybe it is the Qingming Festival, which evokes many memories in the past. He remembered that Yu Jinxiu always had a notebook when he was young, and he carried it with him, and he drew a few strokes when he saw something inspired by it with a charcoal pen.

He asked the Yu family to rummage through the boxes and cabinets but couldn't find it, so he could only let Rong Hui come to the house to have a look.

Zhang Rong would go to her mother's room before her death, and her things were all taken care of as before, without a trace of dust.

It wasn't a problem to find her manuscript, it was in a drawer on the bedside table, pressed under a thick pile of supporting documents.

Zhang Rong would sit on the edge of the bed, pick up the sketchbook and flip through it one by one, with plants, trees, flowers, fish, insects and birds in front of him, and one or two pictures of him slowly and occasionally sandwiched in the back.

Those who slept in swaddling clothes, those who cried, those who started to walk, those who were naughty and didn't eat well, those who played with their aunts in the flower room, and those who were sent abroad before getting on a plane.

Seeing the date, the one that drew him at the end, she was already in bad health. The body is weak, I can't hold the pen, and the line trembling is far less smooth than before.

It was the same picture as the photo on Zhang Peiming's desk, he won the grand prize that day, and she painted the last one for him in the sick bed.

Zhang Ronghui's eyes were a little hot.

He flipped to the bottom one by one, flipped through the cabinet again to make sure there were no missing pages, and went downstairs to ask for a bag from his aunt to put it in.

Lu Yinong had already finished his homework and stood in the living room waiting to see him off.

Maybe it was just after reading his mother's paintings, and he had a moment of softness.

He thought that she had also lost her mother, but she was alone at home nibbling bread on Qingming Festival.

He said one more sentence: "I'm going out to eat at night, do you want to come along?" ”

He saw the little girl's eyes suddenly light up, and suddenly he regretted it.

Or say, "Yes, then let's go together." ”

Lu Yinong didn't know that she was going to the Yu family.

It wasn't until the driver drove the car and repeatedly verified her identity in front of the guard booth that she realized the problem.

Yu Jinmei waited under the corridor as usual, and this time the co-pilot also opened the door, and a little girl with long hair and a shawl and a delicate description got out of the car, followed behind Zhang Ronghui, and greeted her timidly.

She guessed something, didn't welcome her, didn't embarrass her, just nodded.

When he got to the house, his grandfather closed his eyes and sat on the Taishi chair with his cane closed, and a little white dog surrounded his legs and chirped.

"Where did the dog come from?" Zhang Rong will ask.

The once indispensable character in the book, the character who stirred up the storm slowly opened her eyes in front of Lu Yinong, she was so nervous that her breathing stopped, and her fingers pinched her palms.

The old man only glanced at the road and slid across.

Zhang Ronghui stepped forward and handed over his mother's manuscript.

The grandfather flipped through them one by one and rubbed the traces left by his daughter with his palm. Yu Jinmei said on the side: "It rained heavily a few days ago, and a small nest was born at the mouth of the alley, and I don't know who threw it there. I asked my aunt to pick it up, and I saved this one. ”

"What's your name?" He yelled at the dog twice.

"No name." Yu Jinmei said, "Let's talk about it when I can grow up." ”

During the meal, my grandfather never said anything, but Yu Jinmei was polite, beckoning Lu Yi to eat more vegetables, so that she could come often in the future.

Lu Yi's voice was like a gnat, and he responded gently.

She was happy in her heart, she knew that her identity was embarrassing, she didn't expect that Zhang Ronghui's mother's relatives would get along so kindly, far from being high and unattainable as she imagined.

After dinner, it's already the middle of the month. Grandpa was helped upstairs and into the study by his aunt.

Lu Yi came up playfully, ran to the yard, and teased the little white dog at home. Zhang Ronghui took a cigarette and put it in his hand, bent over and propped it up on the balcony on the second floor, the evening breeze blew away the heavy soothing sandalwood in the house, and he raised his eyes to look at the moon.

Yu Jinmei went upstairs to stand beside him, her mouth pursed like shriveled lines on a dead branch: "What are you bringing her here for?" ”

"The two are out." The lighter lit up for a short time, and then transferred to the cigarette, Zhang Rong would hold the cigarette, looking lazy, and it looked no different from usual, "During the holidays, she is home alone, and I will bring her to eat." ”

Yu Jinmei's voice couldn't hear the special feelings: "Don't bring her over in the future, grandpa looks sad." ”

"Got it." He took two puffs and gently extinguished the dark red light with his fingers.

On the way back, the driver drove in front, and Lu Yinong sat in the co-pilot, unable to hide his excitement and turned around and said a few more words.

She said, "Auntie asked me to play again next time." I'll buy a big bone for Xiaobai next time, is it okay? ”

Zhang Rong will bring this topic over without leaving a trace: "I'll talk about it when I have time." ”

Lu Yi's smile stiffened, and she turned her head in embarrassment, turning her face away to look out the window.

The street lamps outside flashed like floating lights, one after another. Lu Yinong noticed his depression, but he didn't know where it came from.

She didn't dare ask.

"When the equator keeps the snowflakes

Tears melt the sand

Will you cherish me? “①

Later, when I thought back to the age of seventeen, I would always think of this lyric in my head.

It was such a long time, and she was hopelessly in love with an impossible person.

She knew very well that the huge attraction that Zhang Rong would produce would more often come from her own admiration.

Originally, they were like two lines of three-dimensional space.

Lu Yinong would have grown up slowly in Yuancheng, went to an ordinary university, fell in love with a handsome boy, found a job, and lived in peace for the rest of his life.

Zhang Ronghui is suspended high in the air, becoming the pride of the sky on the front page of financial news, or a secretive corner of celebrity lace news.

Lu Qing's high marriage forcibly pulled these two straight lines, which would not have intersected, from a three-dimensional space to a two-dimensional plane.

When Lu Yinong saw the sun, there were no more stars in his eyes.

This is where her pain begins, longing for the approval of someone who was previously unattainable, longing for his occasional attention, care, and occasional kindness.

Lu Yinong thought countless times that he was like an unsightly shadow.

peeking at him when no one is looking; feed his pets in his absence; Occasionally, he nodded sloppily, not daring to respond.

If he had an impression of himself......

If I could make an impression, I would think I was a strange person who didn't talk much.