follow my heart

On both sides of the road, the tall green shade is so thick that it can't be opened. Only after turning the corner and walking the zebra crossing can the sun shine on the body.Zuo Xiaoyun walked halfway and began to talk about his sister at home.

Meng Buqing was curious about her sister, "What grade is this year?"

"It's the second grade."

"Ah?" Meng Buqing was startled, and stared at her with wide eyes, "Still so clingy to you after the second year of junior high school? You still call her little baby?"

Zuo Xiaoyun's tone was puzzled: "Aren't you a kid in the second grade of junior high school?"

Meng Buqing was silent for a while.Thinking that my second grade of junior high school is the most domineering age, I definitely don't want to be called "little baby" by such a horrible and nasty name.

But everyone is different, and I am not as gentle as Zuo Xiaoyun.

She turned to ask: "What kind of snacks does your little one like?"

Although Zuo Xiaoyun said that her younger sister doesn't like snacks very much and doesn't need to buy her anything, but Meng Buqing definitely couldn't go empty-handed when meeting a child for the first time.I bought a box of chocolates at a nearby supermarket.

The afternoon sun made people feel warm, Meng Buqing half-closed his eyes, followed Zuo Xiaoyun for a walk into a somewhat messy neighborhood.In front of barbershops and grocery stores, there are many old people sitting in the sun, with vegetables for sale in front of them, and they communicate in dialects.

Turning left and right, the alley gradually became narrower, and finally reached the place where Zuo Xiaoyun lived.The house is a small apartment in an old village that was bought in the past two years. When you enter the door, you can feel that the simple decoration is very new.

At a glance, there are transparent plastic bags hanging on the snow-white wall at the entrance, and each insert is a certificate of merit or certificate in a conspicuous color.Framed in the middle is the admission notice of Songjiang University.

Meng Buqing changed his shoes, and immediately went to the wall to look carefully.

They are all certificates of merit from Zuo Xiaoyun since he was a child. Sometimes he can get three or five certificates in a semester.A somewhat naive certificate of merit shows the undoubted status of a top student.

"You are really awesome," Meng Buqing stared at those looking down, there were small black characters floating on the bottom of the red paper, because there were so many that his eyes were almost tired from reading, he couldn't help sighing, "I have never seen so many in my life. Award."

"It's nothing to look at. My mother even thinks the military training participation award is an award..." Zuo Xiaoyun said in an embarrassed tone, "You must have won a more powerful award when you were young."

Meng Buqing's face froze, and he said in a deep voice: "I seem to have only received a certificate in elementary school. The teacher actually didn't want to give it to me. There is no way. The school leader stipulates that every child should have a certificate."

Zuo Xiaoyun laughed "puchi" and said, "How can it be possible to lie!"

It may be hearing movement.

The bedroom door opened, and a child in pajamas popped out.The fair and small round face, the black pupils under the thick long eyelashes are staring at them.

"Zhao Zhao," Zuo Xiaoyun called her, "This is my sister's college classmate, come over to say hello."

Meng Buqing smiled and said, "Hi Zhao Zhao."

Zuo Zhaozhao: "..."

Pausing for a few seconds, she retracted her head.Silently closed the door of the room.

Meng Buqing: "..."

"She is too shy and doesn't like strangers." Zuo Xiaoyun smiled helplessly at Meng Buqing, walked over, and knocked on the door, "Zhaozhao, are you doing your homework?"

Quiet for a while.

The door suddenly opened again.Zuo Zhaozhao changed into a black t-shirt and black trousers, which made his palm-sized round face look even fairer.

She said dryly: "Well, I'm doing my homework. Sister, don't you come to teach me?"

"Can you write it yourself first?" Zuo Xiaoyun saw Meng Buqing, and said a little embarrassedly, "I will show you the topics I don't know in the evening, okay?"

"..."

Meng Buqing was very interested, "What topic won't you?"

She handed the chocolate to Zuo Zhaozhao, "I'll teach you, okay?"

"Okay, then you can help her look at it first," Zuo Xiaoyun said, "I'll go and cut some fruit."

After speaking, he went to the kitchen.

Zuo Zhaozhao didn't speak, turned around and entered the room.Meng Buqing went in and found that her room was a bunk bed, but there were a lot of clothes piled up on the upper layer.

The bookcase and table next to it seemed to be shared by the two sisters.

In fact, it can be seen from the living room that the area of ​​this house is not large.

Zuo Zhaozhao sat at the desk in silence, continuing to do her homework.Meng Buqing moved the chair next to her, sat next to her and watched: "Which topic can't you?"

Zuo Zhaozhao didn't raise his eyes: "Yes."

Meng Buqing nodded, holding her chin and waiting for when she needed it, while looking at the current junior high school student's workbook with great interest.

It seems to be quite different from when I was in junior high school.

Even the cover looks familiar.

Zuo Xiaoyun quickly walked in with fruit.

There were no other chairs, so she sat on the bed and asked Meng Buqing, "How many days are you staying here?"

"Three days, but then it's a weekend. I should be able to stay for another two days."

"Huh? Do you have a summer internship and two days off?"

"What do you mean by that?" Meng Buqing frowned in confusion, "The interns have no human rights. Don't interns have labor protection laws?"

Zuo Xiaoyun whispered: "Part-time internships like this are not considered labor relations, and there is really no labor law protection."

Meng Buqing: "..."

The two chatted one after another.

Meng Buqing asked casually, "Did you sleep on the upper bunk or did your sister sleep on the upper bunk? There are a lot of clothes piled up."

"She and I both sleep downstairs," Zuo Xiaoyun said, "so the upper bunk is used for stacking things."

Meng Buqing looked at the not-so-spacious bed, then at the size of the child doing homework, and asked in surprise, "Isn't it crowded? Do you still think my sister is only three or five years old?"

Zuo Zhaozhao, who was doing homework, stopped writing, and turned his face to look at her fiercely: "It's none of your business."

Low tone.

Meng Buqing was startled, and realized that he had offended the child.

But she felt a little wronged.

"Zhao Zhao," Zuo Xiaoyun yelled at her, "Why are you so fierce?"

Zuo Zhaozhao's lips were so pouty that he could hang a soy sauce bottle, looked at Zuo Xiaoyun, and said in the aggrieved voice of a little milk dog whose tail was stepped on: "Sister, your classmates don't like me, otherwise why would you say that about me? .”

Meng Buqing: "..."

Along the way, she was looking forward to meeting this child.

I think Zuo Xiaoyun's younger sister must be as well-behaved as her elder sister, and as sweet and soft as cotton candy.In particular, I heard that she was doing her summer homework seriously at home.

Now look at how she looks more like Meng Buqing's own sister.

Especially this pitiful look.

After realizing it, Meng Buqing only thought it was funny, so he coaxed her with a good temper and said, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

Zuo Zhaozhao continued to do his homework.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Meng Buqing wanted to bring back her favorability towards him, so he deliberately asked Zuo Xiaoyun: "Why is your sister so obedient, she doesn't go out to play, and the other kids wait until the summer vacation is almost over before frantically making up their homework."

"She didn't do well in the final exam this time, so she got No. 6 in the class," Zuo Xiaoyun said softly, "So I know I have to work hard."

Meng Buqing's eyes widened slightly: "No.6 is not good? It's not No.6 from the bottom."

Zuo Xiaoyun: "She was in the top three before."

Meng Buqing said as it should: "Don't ask too much of the children, No.6 is already very good."

Zuo Zhaozhao suddenly said: "No.6 is okay? My sister used to be No.1 every time."

There was a subtle displeasure in his tone of being underestimated.

Meng Buqing: "..."

I didn't expect this to step on thunder.

She puffed up her face and gave up trying to please this half-baked junior high school student.

Zuo Xiaoyun smiled and explained: "She wants to go to Songjiang University in the future, so if her current grades are not in the top three in her class and top ten in her grade, she will not be able to get into No. [-] Middle School. Impossible to pass."

Meng Buqing frowned and thought for a while, "Are there so few key high schools?"

"It's not a small number, but last year, Songjiang University admitted [-] people here, and eighteen of them were from the No. [-] Middle School of the City." Zuo Xiaoyun said softly, "So she has to enter the No. [-] Middle School of the City. Then it will be more stable to maintain the top ten.”

Meng Buqing recalled that when he was in junior high school, he didn't need to be top-notch to get into a key high school.He was not very top-notch in high school, and he only got into Songjiang University when he performed better.

It belongs to hard work in place, plus luck.

But there are many classmates who work harder and smarter than her, but they don't do well in the exam.Maybe it's too tense.

Meng Buqing thinks about it now, after her family went bankrupt, it wasn't that she couldn't afford her tuition at all, after all, she still had some assets.Savings are enough.

She also heard that many bosses will drag their debts after bankruptcy, and will not actively repay the loan, and will still send their children to study abroad.

Originally, like her elementary school classmates, she should have completed nine years of study in China, and then went abroad to continue her studies in a famous private high school.Study a little bit, play social practice and then apply for university, and get admission to world famous universities easily.

The difficulty is not the same as the domestic college entrance examination where thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge.

Meng Yong did not do this.

After he went bankrupt, he immediately transferred Meng Buqing to the best public school, pushing her to a completely new track to adapt to.

When the family is well-off, you can enjoy relaxation, and enjoy some excellent achievements that can be easily achieved under the protection of your parents.After the family went bankrupt, the best education for a girl was to let her become sensible quickly and truly self-improvement.

In the past, Meng Buqing always felt that he grew up alone, and the strength to move forward was all on his own.Thinking about it now, in fact, at the turning point of life, her father's optimal decision-making is always silently helping her.

The light in Meng Buqing's eyes dimmed, and she rubbed the edge of the phone with her fingers.

No more talking.

It suddenly occurred to her that Xiao Anqiao hadn't replied to the message she sent last time.I also came out of the closet in the official announcement of the circle of friends that day, and received too much news.

She turned on the phone, flipped to the message box and clicked on it.

Xiao Anqiao: [What do you mean now? ]

Xiao Anqiao: [Who are you dating? ]

Meng Buqing curled her lower lip again. Last time, she felt that her tone seemed not very good, so she decided to deal with her coldly.Just remembering to reply now.

[As you can see, I have a girlfriend. ]

Send it out, I feel that my tone is not good.

So I added a sentence: [I am very serious, the kind who wants to marry her with all my heart.Bring her to meet you next time you have a chance. ]

There was no reply from the other side.

Counting the time difference, it was still midnight at Xiao Anqiao's side.

Meng Buqing reckoned that Ms. Xiao would not make any drastic remarks.

She still knows her mother better.Of course, this kind of understanding is mutual, and Xiao Anqiao also knows whether he is against or in favor, which can only directly affect the relationship between mother and daughter, and has no power to affect any decision of Meng Buqing.

Perhaps it was the words just now that reminded Zuo Xiaoyun.

Standing beside Zuo Zhaozhao, Zuo Xiaoyun suddenly touched her sister's hair, and said gently and comfortingly: "Actually, No.6 is great, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You don't have to think about taking No.1 every day."

Zuo Zhaozhao turned his face away, and said softly, "But sister... used to be No.1."

Zuo Xiaoyun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Cut," Meng Buqing chuckled suddenly, and said leisurely, "You want to compare with your sister? Throw your sister into the pile of No.1 and she will still be No.1."

"Where is it! How can you talk nonsense." Zuo Xiaoyun retorted awkwardly.

Zuo Zhaozhao raised the corners of his lips, stared at Meng Buqing with round eyes and said, "My sister is also very good in college!"

Meng Buqing finally found out that the little girl was obviously a sister-in-law.She hurriedly gave a thumbs up, and said solemnly and solemnly:

"Of course it's awesome. Anyone in school who sees your sister has to call him a big boss. You're so awesome!"

"I knew it!"

The two of them chatted one by one, and suddenly drew closer.

Zuo Xiaoyun: "..."

She raised her hand to support her forehead, and felt that she was blown up into the sky by the two of them at once, flying too high, and she didn't dare to look down at all.

Standing up in embarrassment, I said, "I'm going to buy some food, and I'll cook in the evening. You two chat, Zhao Zhao, if you have any questions, you can ask my sister."

Meng Buqing didn't know that she could cook before, so she was a little surprised.Immediately, he thought a little inexplicably proudly, Zuo Xiaoyun's cooking skills should... definitely not be as good as his own!

He was not polite to her either.

Accompany Zuo Zhaozhao to do homework for a while.

Meng Buqing took out his mobile phone and made a report to the leader of the family, explaining that he was going to stay at a friend's house for dinner.

By the way, I asked again: [If you end the meeting early, can you come over for dinner~ I want you to meet my good friend. ]

Ji Wan: [Yes.It's over, send me the address. ]

Meng Buqing's eyes lit up, and she sent her a location, then turned her face and said to Zuo Zhaozhao sullenly, "A teacher will come over later, are you afraid?"

Zuo Zhaozhao said calmly, "Why should I be afraid?"

Meng Buqing: "...All right."

This child is quite focused and independent when doing homework, and does not need company at all.Meng Buqing rested his chin in boredom. After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and started the game.

Make a copy next to the children who are doing homework in a grand manner.

After a while.

Zuo Zhaozhao put down his pen and asked her, "What should I choose for this question?"

Finally came to life!Meng Buqing regained his energy, put down his phone and approached, "Why is it a Chinese question..."

"Sister, don't you know?"

"How is it possible, of course I will."

Meng Buqing cheered up and looked at the questions first. For the multiple-choice questions on reading comprehension, he had to finish the long reading article first.She read it hard and re-examined the question.

Found that I didn't know which one to choose.

It seems that both of them are right, and they seem to be almost meaningless.

"Wait a minute," Meng Buqing stood up calmly holding the phone and said, "My sister's friend is here, I'll open the door for her."

She walked briskly to the living room and started searching from memory.

Finally found the original text and the original author, but there is no corresponding question and answer.

How to do?

Meng Buqing clenched his hands unwillingly, and continued to search in various ways for the interpretation of this prose.I even roughly scanned the impressions written by readers on the Internet.

After a while.

Ji Wan's message popped up: [I'm at the door. ]

Meng Buqing regained consciousness, closed all browser windows, and cleared the search records.

After opening the door for Ji Wan, he brought her into the room with a smile and introduced to Zuo Zhaozhao: "She is the Chinese teacher I told you about, the very good one, let her show you the questions."

Zuo Zhaozhao was resting on the stool, and smiled first when he heard the words: "Sister, you don't know how, so you waited outside for so long, waiting for this sister to come."

Meng Buqing: "..."

This little kid has a fair IQ, but a problem with his EQ!

Not so smart either!

Seeing the header on the upper left corner of the workbook, Ji Wan smiled lightly and asked Meng Buqing, "Why don't you even know how to write Chinese questions in junior high school? It's still a multiple-choice question."

"..."

While glancing at the article, she picked up the pen and randomly clicked on the differences in the topic.

Very calm look.

At this time, Zuo Xiaoyun, who bought the vegetables, also came back.

Meng Buqing went out and saw her stuffing vegetables into the refrigerator.There was nothing he could do to help, so he turned back to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Ji Wan hadn't solved that problem yet.

Zuo Zhaozhao lay face down on the table, as if about to fall asleep.

Ji Wan pursed her lips.

The question is very simple, ask how the underlined paragraph expresses the author's feelings.The answer reads down, homesickness... That's right, this is the topic of the article.

Paving the way for parting... that's right.

It is of course correct to express my nostalgia for home.

Either is right.

But why is this a multiple choice question?

Ji Wan's eyes jumped from the title to the original text, and read it carefully. People who feel professional are not willing to choose randomly.She thought about it for a long time but didn't say anything.

"..."

After a while, Ji Wan frowned and looked away from the exercise book.

Meng Buqing caught this slight expression, and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it? You don't even know Mr. Ji? This is a question for junior high school students."

With a sullen face, Ji Wan said calmly: "How much consideration is necessary for this question."

After saying that, Ji Wan's cell phone lit up.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put down her pen to read the work email, and said sorry to the child, "Do the next thing first." Then she walked to the side to read the work news.

Zuo Zhaozhao turned a page, indicating that this was the last question of this unit.

She looked at Meng Buqing innocently and said, "I've finished writing everything else, what should I do?"

"What should I do?" Meng Buqing raised his lips, turned his face, and shouted in a loud voice in the direction of Zuo Xiaoyun, "Zuo Xiaoyun, hurry up and take a look, even Teacher Ji Wan can't do your sister's questions." !"

Ji Wan: "..."

Ji Wan stuffed the phone back into her pocket, gave her a fierce look, and lowered her voice, "Do you have to use your first and last name, and add an unfounded title to call it out?"

"Is it not possible?" Meng Buqing looked at her with a smile, "Do you have an opinion?"

"Okay." Ji Wan looked down at the cufflinks, and fiddled with the other hand gently, "You have such a beautiful smile, I have no objection."

The light tone, as if saying that the weather is good, is natural and calm.

The thick long eyelashes drooped down, and the curve of the side face was cold and childish.

Meng Buqing's throat slipped, wishing he could kiss her right away.

He could only reach out and hook her fingers quietly, his eyes fell on the one-inch white shirt cuff exposed by the suit jacket, and he smiled again: "You seem to have more cufflinks than earrings, and you have been changing with your clothes."

"Well," Ji Wan suddenly raised her hand to remove this, and put it in the palm of her hand to show her, "This pattern is of crocus."

Retro and elegant style, the golden ring is wrapped with a dark brown wooden ring like mahogany.

The pattern lines in the middle are smooth and simple.

Meng Buqing could only roughly see that it was a flower, and she didn't know what a crocus looked like.

"Do you like this flower very much?"

"It was okay before, but I just thought it was quite fragrant." Ji Wan pursed her lips and smiled, looking at her softly, "Then I don't know why I think this flower suits you, so I like it very much."

"Why do you think it fits me?" Meng Buqing took the cufflinks from her hand, looked at them carefully, and then helped her put them back on.

Ji Wan thought for a while, then pursed her lips and said, "I won't tell you. Unless I go to the Swiss snow mountains with me."

Crocuses are mainly distributed in Europe and are flowers that grow on snow-capped mountains.

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