Oh, dear! Fish me again

More than a month has passed since I returned from Haitang Island.

Class 1 of Grade 3 is still the same Class 1 of Grade 3 as before. There is no pressure of going to higher education, only the endless chirping of cicadas.

But it is not static. Some people are missing, such as Zhang Li who dropped out of school, Ming Ruoxi who went abroad, and Jiang Yulan who transferred to the next class.

There are also new faces, such as... Qian Mingye, a big star who parachuted in as an art transfer student.

Life is like this, everyone coming and going is just a passerby.

*

In the homeroom teacher's office, the math teacher raised his glasses, which were thicker than the bottom of a cup, and looked at the three people in front of him.

"The school is going to participate in the National School Uniform Contest and needs several students to cooperate in shooting posters. Your previous class teacher chose Zhang Li and Gu Chiqi, but Zhang Li... The original girl he chose was Ming Ruoxi, and she also..."

"So we held a meeting and decided that the three of you will be the models."

Gu Chiqi glanced at Tang Shu, raised his eyebrows and smiled happily.

Tang Shu also nodded obediently. She really didn't care.

Qian Mingye beside him certainly knew that his status as a big star was being used by the school, but he didn't care and nodded.

"That's settled then! We'll shoot this afternoon!"

*

The school uniform of No. 1 Middle School combines Japanese and British college styles.

It was already late autumn, and the girl wore a thick plaid pleated skirt, a beige sweater over a white shirt, and a dark blue suit jacket.

The style for boys is similar, except that the skirt is replaced with black trousers and a black tie is added over the shirt.

Most trees in the north are not evergreen, but in this season, the maple forest road on the side of the laboratory building is a rich red.

The rustling breeze blows down one fallen leaf after another, which swirls in the air, forming a magnificent backdrop.

Tang Shu was holding two books in her hands, walking gracefully in the middle of the road; Qian Mingye beside her had an exaggerated head of silver hair, but he was wearing a neat school uniform.

The two of them were whispering something, and every frame looked as if it had been carefully edited, the picture was absolutely beautiful.

Ding.

A bicycle appeared behind him. Gu Chiqi, with his school uniform jacket open and his American-style front thorns messy and arrogant, passed by Tang Shu mischievously.

The wind from the wheels blew up the green hair behind the girl's ear. She looked forward in surprise. Gu Chiqi was supporting himself with one leg on the road, turning around and smiling at her.

Click.

The photographer captured this scene.

Originally, the photos submitted for the competition only needed to be sent to the judging panel, but Young Master Gu was very satisfied after seeing them and he really liked them.

So he spent a huge amount of money to make this photo into posters of various sizes and posted them on the streets of City A.

*

Late at night, Zhang Li came out of the building.

The store is still under renovation. In order to meet the deadline, two shifts of construction workers were hired to work around the clock. He only has three or four hours of rest a day, and the rest of the time he spends here keeping an eye on the work.

Two months ago, he sold the house in the staff compound, threw away all his face and dignity, and borrowed some money.

With the money, Zhang Li went south alone to the port city.

Compared with the Westernized nightclubs in Hong Kong, the bars in City A are too backward, and this is the outlet he found.

But fashion trends spread faster than the wind, and every step is a race against time.

Zhang Li returned to City A and immediately found a good venue in Gongti, and found a former bar owner, Sister Hong, to partner with. Sister Hong had experience and a background in the underworld, so things would go much more smoothly with her as the paving stone, so Zhang Li didn't mind letting her be a hands-off boss.

He is under time pressure and must grab market share before others react.

Entertainment industries such as nightclubs will always be a hot spot for gray and black forces to compete for, no matter what era.

Zhang Li has no background or backing, so he can only speed up and try to accumulate enough strength to protect himself and fight back before being targeted.

........

While crossing the street, he saw the poster in the light box opposite the bus stop.

It's Shushu~

She was as beautiful as when they separated, no, she was even more beautiful, so beautiful that Zhang Li couldn't take his eyes away.

Miss her so much...

However, Zhang Li lowered his head and looked at himself.

The cheap black suit was stained with some white dust, his hair was cut short, and he had lost a lot of weight due to irregular eating habits.

After two days of no sleep, a circle of dark blue stubble appeared around my lips...

I bent down and smelled it, and it seemed to have a slight smell of sweat.

She was more beautiful in the poster than in his dreams. How could he go to see her like this?

Forget it, Zhang Li gave up the idea.

It’s still too slow. Starting tomorrow, I’ll sleep one hour less.

I really want to appear in front of her quickly and decently.

*

Thinking this, he hailed a taxi for some unknown reason, even though he only needed to cross the road to get back to his rental house.

"Where are you going, handsome guy?" the driver asked with a smile.

Zhang Li answered in a hoarse voice,

"West of the city, Lotus Alley."

He returned to the Sanjian staff housing compound at midnight.

The shabby neighborhood hadn't changed at all, even the air had the familiar damp and smelly smell.

The house on the third floor had been successfully sold to a new owner through Hong Jie's agency. Zhang Li walked up the stairs that had returned to darkness and reached the fifth floor.

There was a person squatting at the door of 503.

Zhang Li just took a look and immediately retreated back to the corridor.

He raised his hands in disbelief and rubbed his eyes hard.

After taking two deep breaths, he finally stepped out again and walked carefully towards the figure.

Could it be her...

Hearing footsteps, the figure looked up.

It took a long time for the moonlight above to finally illuminate her face clearly.

It’s Tang Shu.

*

Tang Shu looked up at Zhang Li, neither acting coquettishly nor crying.

I just looked at his face quietly, my eyes carefully scanning every centimeter of his skin, afraid to miss even a little bit and not see it when I woke up.

It was as if they were back to a day a few months ago, when they had also looked at each other quietly like this that night.

But at that time, Zhang Li didn't want to hug her tightly, didn't want to kiss her all over, and didn't want to cry.

Zhang Li took a step forward, but when he saw his dusty shoes and Tang Shu's white sweater and long skirt, he stepped back.

"Zhang Li..."

The girl on the ground called him aggrieved voice and stretched out her shiny hand to him.

"My legs are numb..."

Zhang Li did not hold her hand, but leaned over, hugged her shoulders and helped her up.

The clean and delicate girl immediately threw herself into his arms and rubbed her face, which was more beautiful than a flower, against his coat without any disgust, all in a very affectionate manner.

He said stiffly, "I'm...dirty."

Tang Shu rubbed it again.

"Not dirty, very fragrant, all the smell of Zhang Li."

Zhang Li's heart was instantly filled with bitterness and joy. He bit his cheeks tightly to endure it, raised his hand and gently touched her long hair.

"Why are you here?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Tang Shu looked up at him, her eyes immediately turning red.

"Zhang Li, you don't miss me at all... I can't wait for you... I don't know where to find you..."

"Zhang Li, I miss you."

*

Even if I am looked down upon by my partners because of my young age, even if I am deliberately forced to lower my price and make things difficult for them, even if an old woman takes advantage of me at a drinking party, even if I am slapped in the face by a nouveau riche client, even if...

Zhang Li gritted his teeth and persevered.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that all his persistence was just for the words "I miss you".

There is such a wonderful person thinking about him and waiting for him...it is worth it no matter what.

People always have to have a goal to strive for, so that they don't get lost and take the wrong path, right?

And his target was also thinking about him.

Zhang Li's eyes turned red, and he finally hugged Tang Shu tightly.

"Shushu, I miss you, there is no 'also' in it."

"I miss you so much that I am going to die."

Tang Shu stood on tiptoe and gently touched his eyelids.

"Zhang Li, do you want me to help you fix it?"

In just two months, the boy in front of him has lost most of his youthfulness.

The androgynous face had clearer lines, less handsome and more sexy.

Those dark and bottomless eyes, without the half-long bangs blocking them, were even more alluring and deep.

His eyes trembled slightly, as if half a century had passed before he answered in a hoarse voice,

"Okay, I'll fix it."