"Passing by Begonia"

Text/Huainan Hill

2023.08.23

Jinjiang Literature City debuted

Ji Zhentang x Zhong is more than white

"After walking a long way, I still come to you."

01. The bell rings the bell of the dingshi

Qingcheng in April, wind and rain are coming. Outside the window, the greenery withered, and a thin gray mold floated in the air.

In the elective course, the voice of the old professor who taught the history of French literature in front of me was vicissitudes, and the atmosphere of the class on Monday evening was gloomy. Ji Zhentang was napping with his cheeks.

As soon as the rainy weather arrives, she dreams of her childhood.

At that time, she was not yet studying, and worked as a maid in the Chen Mansion on the rich side of Xingzhou with her mother Qin Meilan.

The climate of the South Seas is hot all year round, and you are woken up by the sound of crickets in the afternoon nap, and you can see the green palms in the slender drapery, the tropical plants squirming in the breeze, and the banana leaves in the ears are lush.

Mom was wiping the table and washing dishes on the side, and Ji Zhentang was lying in front of the oval transparent tank, bored to watch the colorful tropical fish swimming around. A male and a female, stretching the beautiful red tail, chasing, obsessed, and intercourse. Dispersed.

Qin Meilan came over and took her fish tank away.

"Don't play Ah Zhen, I'm going to accompany my wife back to Qingcheng today to pack your schoolbag."

She was pleasantly surprised: "If you want to go back to China, do you want to see your father?" ”

Qin Meilan patted her on the head: "What kind of father do you see, it's to accompany your wife." ”

She didn't dare to complain, and lifted her grass-green backpack in frustration.

High cabins, resplendent with gold. She swung her legs, leisurely looking at the delicate light bulb above her head, and heard the complicated Cantonese and Hakka dialect on the deck outside, in a somewhat chaotic atmosphere, she made a beautiful woman in front of her.

Ji Zhentang likes to look at her secretly.

Mrs. Chenfu, who is delicate and frail, loves to wear a discreet apricot white, her black hair is coiled up, she hangs a bright pearl, holds a handkerchief, and holds a handkerchief against the corner of her lips, even coughing lightly, and a group of servants are busy for her.

She likes to call her Jane.

"Jane, what a special little bag."

Complimented! She happily touched her little school bag.

"Jane, this bobby pin is perfect for you."

She stroked her furry head, a happy and shy smile on her face.

"Jane, you're so cute, can you help me get a glass of water? Thank you. ”

She nodded obediently and said, "Okay." ”

The sea is slanting and drizzling, the port lights are faint, Ji Zhentang held the glass, looked at the gently swaying water, and walked towards the woman who smiled gently at her. Mrs. Chen reached out to receive her water glass, and when she was about to get closer, the chandelier above her head "Bang!" "There was an explosion.

A gunshot rang out, and the birds and beasts scattered.

The glass fell heavily to the ground and rolled far away.

The cabin was plunged into darkness and screams erupted. The deck began to shake violently.

Ji Zhentang's feet slipped, and in a blink of an eye, he fell into the waves.

"Ma'am! Mom! She shouted with difficulty.

A mother's voice came from the side—

Jane! Swim ashore!

"Bang!"

There was another gunshot in the back.

She floated on the water, having difficulty breathing, and when she looked down, she saw thick blood floating in the ocean. While crying, I had to continue paddling hard.

"Ah Zhen, swim back! Don't look back! ”

Whew, whew.

Grunt.

When he was dying, he tried to grab the driftwood that saved his life, but in the wet water, he could only hold a hairpin tightly.

The hairpin is adorned with two moon-white begonia flowers, and that is her last memory.

……

With a muffled "bang", after his toes hit the table leg of the front table, Ji Zhentang woke up suddenly.

“Are you okay？ (Are you okay?) ）”

The gray-haired French foreign teacher was hunched over, looking at her worriedly, patting her on the shoulder, and asking again in rough Chinese: "Are you okay?" ”

Opening his eyes wistfully, Ji Zhentang looked around. She pursed her parched lips, "Sorry, I had a nightmare." ）”

The professor said, "Relax. ）”

She forced a smile: "Thank you. ）”

The scarlet sea and the faint lighthouse light slowly disappeared from the retina, replaced by the beautiful clip of "Lover" in the projection. I don't know which girl in the back row exclaimed: "The actor's ass looks so elastic!" ”

Someone held back a laugh.

I couldn't hold it back and snorted.

From back to front, the laughter was pushed out layer by layer.

The condensed classroom atmosphere gradually eased.

Whew-

Rubbing his cold face, Ji Zhentang slowly came to his senses.

In just one minute, she completely forgot about the turbulent dream just now, and only gently pressed her slightly swollen temples, feeling a little weak in her limbs.

I had a headache and what kind of dream did I have......

Can't remember.

The film continues, and the sound of a French girl reading the lines is heard in my ears. At the same time, someone behind her poked her.

"Xiaotang, look at your phone."

Ji Zhentang looked back in confusion and saw Lin Guixue with a solemn look. Lin Guixue pointed to the mobile phone screen and motioned to her, Ji Zhentang clicked on the message and saw the BBS link sent by the other party.

Title: It's time to bet, guess how long this time can be discussed?

Clicking on the page, the picture on the first floor slowly loaded, it was a photo of her and Zhong Heng who were secretly taken in the bookstore yesterday.

The two people in the photo, Ji Zhentang was selecting schoolwork books between the shelves, Zhong Heng was listlessly leaning at the door of the bookstore and looking at her, the eyes that seemed to be able to talk about love were hanging down sleepily, even if she was flipping through the books that she had been picking for a long time, the boys were waiting silently. Follow to the east, follow to the west.

It is rumored that this young master is arrogant and romantic, but only this girlfriend shows abnormal patience.

Comment 1L: The young master's doting little eyes won't really be tempting, right?

2L: The freshness hasn't passed yet, I'll bet for three months.

3L: You haven't been talking for a long time, have you? I heard that it took him more than half a year to catch up.

4L: The beauty of the courtyard flower, it is cheap for him to chase him for half a year.

5L: It's true that handsome, and so are flowers. My best friend was killed by his scum :)

6L: It's a little shorter to change objects, and what kind of scum is it if you don't split your legs?

……

Handsome men and beautiful women always attract attention, and soon the posts were built into high-rise buildings. Ji Zhentang didn't turn the page and look down, she forwarded the post to Zhong Heng and didn't say anything else.

In less than three minutes.

Zhong Heng's message: deleted.

Ji Zhentang clicked in to check, and the page displayed: 404 not found.

Zhong Heng asked again: What time does class end?

Ji Zhentang: There are still a few minutes.

Zhong Heng: I'll be waiting for you downstairs.

Ji Zhentang: Are you here?

Zhong Heng: You lift the curtains.

Ji Zhentang stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain, and sure enough, he saw a big black G parked downstairs.

The handsome boy hugged the back of his head, leaned back lazily on the seat, wore a dark green patchwork jacket, and the sleeves of his jacket were lifted up a little, revealing the limited edition designer watch that could blind people, his eyes were faint, and there was a kind of natural ruffian in his eyes, and he was looking up at her window slightly.

Ji Zhentang looked at it for a moment, and Zhong Heng raised his eyebrows.

His greeting is so simple, it is enough to have a face that can bring scum to death, and too many skills will affect the charm.

Soon the bell rang for the end of class, and the crowds in the classroom rushed to the exit. When Ji Zhentang walked out, Zhong Heng's car had already driven to the square of Jiaowu. She was afraid of crowds, so she got into the car as soon as possible and closed the door: "Let's go." ”

There were a lot of people, but Zhong Heng didn't rush to open it, and asked her, "What class did you take?" ”

Ji Zhentang said: "French. ”

"Why did you learn French?"

He looked sideways at Ji Zhentang.

Her brows were furrowed slightly, and she looked at him with a complaining look, and her face was a little sad and beautiful.

"Elective, I've told you hundreds of times."

Zhong Heng then remembered that the reason why she chose French at that time was because her grandfather was French.

In fact, she had never met her grandfather, who died young, and she had never been to France.

He smiled as he thought about it, thinking that French was quite suitable for her temperament.

Ji Zhentang always dresses casually, loosely tucking her black hair back with a hair ring, and her natural bun embellishes her round and beautiful skull. The makeup should not be makeup, but the lip color is very bright. The shape of the eye is like a leaf, and the tail of the eye is raised upward. Like a fox, or a pretty and bright red fox.

With the blessing of French ancestry, her already exquisite face shows a modern and retro sense of luxury, like a girl in an old pictorial. High brow bones, deep eye sockets, two folds in the center of the eyebrows when angry, and then calmly release after a while.

Seeing this face, Zhong Heng unconsciously became in a better mood: "What day is today?" ”

She said, "It's your birthday." ”

"Did you wish me a happy birthday?"

"I said it on WeChat." Ji Zhentang thought it wasn't a big deal, and seeing Zhong Heng's expectant face, she said, "Okay, happy birthday." ”

He smiled and counted her down: "Perfunctory death." ”

Ji Zhentang was silent as if nothing had happened, too lazy to coax the hypocritical man.

Zhong Heng studied medicine and is studying for a master's degree.

The Faculty of Medicine of Qingdao University is in the affiliated hospital, which is relatively remote, so every time he comes to the headquarters, he has to drive his swaggering car.

The car drove out of the school, stuck in the lake outside, and drove and braked.

Ji Zhentang asked him: "Is your family coming for dinner today?" ”

"Only partially." Hearing her ask, Zhong Heng glanced over, "Nervous? ”

"Not really."

Zhong Heng: "My family is basically easy to talk to, except for my stepmother, she is very mean, but you don't have to be afraid." If she scolds you, you will scold her. ”

Ji Zhentang smiled incredulously: "Scold her? I still have no rules. ”

"Don't give her face." Zhong Heng's tone was light, and it was difficult to hide his unhappiness, "One in the outer room." ”

She watched his sneer silently, a sharp hatred on his face, and a disdain lurking beneath his nonchalant countenance.

Ji Zhentang looked away and looked at the fir outside the window.

She sometimes feels that Zhong Heng's situation is a little similar to herself. She has experienced and even agreed with the negativity and darkness he showed in his family.

Ji Zhentang was born in Xingzhou, her mother Qin Meilan was pregnant before marriage, and her scumbag father Ji Huan escaped.

She has lived abroad with her mother for several years, and when Ji Zhentang was about to enter school, something happened to Qin Meilan's house as a helper, so she also changed jobs, changed her marriage, and found a poor man, and her life was unsustainable, so she had to send her daughter back to China and entrust her father Ji Huan, who was doing business in Qingcheng.

Ji Huan was engaged in the tea business in Qingcheng, made a fortune in his early years, and had already married a wife and had children, and was harmonious and beautiful.

When Ji Zhentang saw her father, whom she had never met, she knew that she already had a half-brother, and she could only live on thin ice in this family as an embarrassing illegitimate daughter.

The first time I heard the surname "Zhong" was when I was very young, at the wedding banquet of a certain relative, Ji Zhentang was just a child who was responsible for eating.

Someone mentioned an old incident in my ear, the bride on the stage was the sister of an uncle, and unfortunately, she almost married into the Zhong family.

Someone asked: Which clock is it? Answer: Zhong Ming Ding Food. Others ridiculed: Tsk, the powerful are hard to climb.

Regrets, bells, food, power.

Every word has a deep meaning, and when she returned home, she flipped through the dictionary and found the meaning of Zhong Mingding's food.

Later, I got acquainted with Zhong Heng, and I heard people mention and discuss the word again. She suddenly realized that the young master was a real young master.

A steampunk rock song was playing in the car, and black clouds were beating down on the city outside. Ji Zhentang listened to the nursery rhyme bored for a while, and then slowly fixed his eyes on the storage compartment in front of the car.

Intrigued, she twisted up a transparent sealed bag that was less than the size of a palm.

The bag contained a piece of black-red carrion.

"What is this?" She picked it up and asked Zhong Heng.

"Don't move." Seeing this, Zhong Heng reached out to pick it up, "Cancer." ”

Before his hand touched it, the thing had been thrown out by Ji Zhentang, who had a pale face.

She was shocked and asked, "Why did you put it in the car?!" ”

Zhong Heng held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he casually clipped the specimen on the center console into a booklet, and replied, "I'm going to the laboratory at night." ”

"Today?"

"No way, the boss wants to come over."

She was surprised: "Are you sure you can make it back?" ”

"I'm not sure, isn't there still you?"

Slightly stunned, Ji Zhentang said, "What do you mean, did I promise to do things for you?" ”

Zhong Heng's tone softened: "Please, if I drink too much tonight and can't go back, please help me transfer it to my senior brother, don't let my mentor think I'm fishing, okay?" ”

The booklet was handed over.

Ji Zhentang subconsciously held it, but did not accept his request. She said, "But I'll go back to my aunt's house tonight." ”

The car is about to arrive at the Zhong Mansion and drive into the mountain road.

Ji Zhentang sat in the car and saw a rich garden and a noble pavilion from afar. The European-style castle is surrounded by a dark carved fence, and the black iron gate is half open.

Zhong Heng didn't slow down and continued to drive inside.

He was pondering Ji Zhentang's little temper, a little ill-intentioned, and said tentatively: "Then why don't you stay overnight tonight and accompany me to deliver it tomorrow?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ji Zhentang didn't hear what he said, and there was a piercing sound of wheels hugging in his ears.

Whew——

Scram.

When he got to the gate, he saw a car coming from the side road, the other party's speed was not fast, but in his blind spot, the front of the car almost collided when he appeared.

Zhong Heng opened the window and exchanged glances with the driver.

recognized the incoming car, and the words that were about to vent were swallowed back by him with interest.

Zhong Heng frowned slightly, his eyes were surprised, and he said sullenly: "Why is he here?" ”

Ji Zhentang was curious about who it was, so she raised her eyes, but her vision was blocked, and she only saw a young man driving in the carriage facing her eyes.

Even though he doesn't know who is sitting inside, Ji Zhentang knows a little about the car logo, and the double R logo is the most powerful identity symbol, and it is the alarm bell for Zhong Heng to stop in time.

Seeing that the other party was evading, Zhong Heng hesitated a little before continuing to drive inside.

Ji Zhentang glanced at Zhong Heng's rearview mirror, and from the half-open window of the other party, he couldn't clearly see the phantom of an adult male.

At the same time, the man's voice was brought to her ears by the autumn wind, steady and indifferent, and said calmly - "Keep up." ”

Gray mold day, light clouds and mist. The famous Zhong Mansion is close at hand, and there are lush plantains swaying in the courtyard.

She looked up at the bell tower on the top floor, the white round dial was majestic, and the hands were swinging in a regular and silent manner, but she seemed to hear the thud again.

Ji Zhentang remembered the four words that a relative had said for no reason: power is hard to climb.