delicate flowers and weeds

It was very easy to find Zhao Zhishu in Beicheng.

After all, he came here for Lin Yulian, and the range couldn't exceed Beijing University, and there is only one star hotel near Beijing University: Jianguo Hotel.

At the entrance of the hotel, Tang Hua Feicao and Xu Duanhong who were standing in the lobby stared wide-eyed.

……

It's embarrassing!

Mr. Xu, the stuff in your backpack is probably a stick, isn't it a stick?

It was because of the stick that he was stopped by the security guard for questioning, right?

But teacher, your lectures are bloody and bloody, and you are so straightforward when you start your hands?

The three of them finally took their seats at the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel. In order to ease the embarrassment, Tang Hua asked the waiter to come over and order two dishes, a plate of scallion meat pie.

None of them are for eating.

Xu Duanhong coughed lightly: "The hotel assigned by the school shares a room for two people. I'm not used to living here, so I came here."

Tang Hua's face was full of black lines: Are you staying in a hotel with a stick?

As if seeing the strange eyes of the students, Xu Duanhong said: "These days, male teachers have to protect themselves when they go out."

That's what he explained to the security guard just now. It seemed that he was sharp and delicate, but the security guard finally convinced himself and let him in.

In the end, it was not possible to make a sack that day.

Teachers worry about their image in front of students.

The good student Jiaohua Weeds Group can't beat the scumbag in front of the teacher.

So the three parted ways at the entrance of the hotel.

It seems that Tanghua is thinking about it every day. Most of Tanghua’s dreams at night are based on what Zhao Zhi said, while the other half is vague and secretive. He only remembers the warmth and enthusiasm in it. .

Tang Hua got excited and made a one-page plan for the North City, but it didn't work.

When Aunt Tang called him, her patience seemed to be exhausted: "Little Hua'er, just help Auntie..."

There was also the sound of a door slamming, followed by a cry that challenged the limits of human eardrums, "I want to see Brother Hua"...

"Aunt Wang, don't worry about him, let him make trouble!"

Tang Gu covered the microphone with her hand, walked to an empty room, she was completely helpless: "Hua'er, you heard it too, this little ancestor has no one in control except you."

Tang Hua was tearing off the note on the door, when he heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Gu, I'll go right away."

The note was left to him by Fei Cao, and it was neatly written on it:

[Same table, Beijing University has an exchange meeting, I'll go there. 】

It seems that he was notified last night and left early.

Tang Gu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, when? I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

Tang Hua: "Wait for me to take a shower and change clothes. It will be soon. I don't need to ask the driver to come. I can just ask Uncle Song to deliver."

Tang Gu asked again: "That little flower, what do you eat? Auntie will make it for you at noon."

"Squirrel fish? Anchovy shrimp?... Gu will cook you some typical Jinling Nancheng dishes."

Tang Hua: "Anything is fine, don't worry about it."

"Hey, little flower, is that classmate you mentioned coming? Does he have any favorite dishes, sweet or salty, is there any taboo, wait..."

Aunt Tang flipped through the pages, took a pen and paper, and said, "Auntie is getting old, so I can't remember very well. Tell me now, and I will remember it carefully. You have no friends since you were a child, and now you have made one with great difficulty. Your mother yesterday When you called me, you couldn't close your mouth with a smile, let me treat him well..."

Tang Hua's eyes were full of smiles: "There's no need to trouble yourself, Gu, Fei Cao has gone to Beijing University, so he probably won't be back at noon."

Tang Gu sighed, and stopped writing in her hand: "That's a pity."

Then he covered his mouth and laughed again: "Hey, your names, one flower and one grass, are very interesting, and they are also destined. Next time I come to Beicheng, I will also bring me to meet you, a little classmate."

Tang Hua took the mobile phone and fell on the soft sofa: "Is there a relationship?"

Immediately there was a "bang bang" knock on the door from Tanggu's side, she rubbed her eyebrows: "Oh, why did this little ancestor come here to make trouble again?"

She shouted loudly: "Xiao Li, if you want to behave like this again, I'll tell your Brother Xiaohua to tell him to go back to Nancheng now, and don't come here during the Chinese New Year, so that you will never see him again."

This is of course an angry coercion, but it is surprisingly effective.

The voice over there stopped for a while, and Tang Gu lowered her voice again: "Little Hua'er, I scared him, remember to come at noon later, aunt is going to cook for you first, if you want anything, just send me a message, I will Let someone buy it for you."

Tang Hua lay on the sofa, held up the white note in his arms, and looked at it again and again.

He didn't know what he was looking at, so he scanned the words over and over again until he paid attention to the shadows, and he almost couldn't recognize the common words.

He rubbed his hair, sighed, and suddenly remembered the warm embrace last night.

Oh, what am I doing here?

Tang Hua folded the note into the shape of a thousand paper cranes, put it in her bag, turned around and went to take a bath.

It was after ten o'clock when he arrived at Zhen's villa. Before coming, he specially changed into new clothes, and even carefully selected the watch on his hand.

His uncle, Mr. Zhen, is a well-known entrepreneur. The villa at home has a three-story style, and there is a half-story open-air balcony. Usually, Tanghua loves it most when he comes here.

Today is Sunday, and Zhen's family is also here.

Tang Hua got out of the car and went to the study to meet his uncle. He was dragged to ask some questions about his studies, and the other party was satisfied and let him go.

He brought some presents, put them in the living room, chatted with Tang Gu's family, and then went upstairs.

He was going to see Zhen Muli, the little cousin of the devil king.

The little cousin's bedroom was on the second floor, Tang Hua knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so he opened the door and went in.

It was a typical children's room, with toys all over the floor, and a curtain was hung on the middle bed to prevent mosquitoes from getting in and biting this delicate young master.

The clothes worn by the little demon king were also brand new, and he seemed to have tidied up well, but because he was making noise and crying in the morning, he fell asleep while waiting for the fairy brother to wait, and the red and swollen eyes on his tender and white face were particularly obvious.

Tang Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and lightly called the servant to bring a warm towel, and got into the tent to help the little ancestor wrap it up.

Then he was hugged, and the little devil arched his buttocks, and a fierce stick stuck in his arms, and he said, "I got you, Brother Hua."

Tang Hua handed the towel to the servant, and patted the little bastard: "Why are you crying again, Xiao Li, how old are you?"

Xiaoli twisted his body, wiped honey on his mouth, and his eyes sparkled: "Brother Hua, are you still my brother? You came to Beicheng yesterday, and you only came to see me today?"

"Hey, our little gift is just waiting for me to settle the score after the autumn? My brother is in Beicheng for business, so why don't you come when you're done?"

Xiao Li pouted: "Brother Hua, what can be more important than me? My mother won't let me look for you. I was so pissed off yesterday."

Tang Hua poked him angrily: "Whoever is angry, if you dare to talk to aunt like that, I will be the first to hit you."

This little devil king is used to be coquettish and playful, watch people order food, dare not play his temper in front of his father and brother at home, and only catches his good-natured and gentle Tang Gu crying in front of him.

Seeing his cousin this time, he was really a little angry. Zhen Muli moved his body boldly, obediently put his arms around Tang Hua's waist, and rubbed his head in his arms: "I was wrong, Brother Hua."

What Tanghua brought to the little devil was chocolate from a handmade shop, and he asked Uncle Song to detour to buy it.

Children who eat too much sweets are not good for their teeth. Tang Gu is very strict on this point. Even if he cries and yells, he can't move like a mountain. The weight of two yuan a week is second only to Zhen Muli. To "Brother Hua", the second part of human pain.

Among the children of the same generation, only Tang Hua would write down carefully, sneaking two yuan for him every time.

That's why the little devil likes this fairy cousin even more.

After lunch, Tang Hua and Zhen Muli went to the large open balcony on the third floor.

He was a frequent visitor to the Zhen family, and the servants at home were very familiar with his habits. They cleaned up the balcony early in the morning, laid a layer of cushions, and carried the piano up.

When Tang Hua was around, he would take Zhen Muli to play the piano for a while, and when the other party didn't want to play anymore, he would just sit and play games quietly, with Shan Gao's toy cars piled up in the small corner of the balcony.

Until Zhen Muli pulled out a white paper crane: "Brother Hua, what is this?"

The little devil was tired of playing Lego, and he was tired of playing with cars, so he didn't want to bother his cousin to read the score, so he rummaged around and found it in Tanghua's bag:

A paper crane was carefully placed in the interlayer, neatly folded, with black and white writing on the paper, and the word "same table" faintly on the wings.

He said childishly: "My mother said that this kind of paper cranes are given to people she likes, and that if a girl gives them to me, if I dare to accept them, I will break my legs. Brother Hua..."

Twelve or thirteen-year-old boys are hazy about "like", but it is precisely because they are not clear that it is not suitable for this age to happen, so they are more attractive to them and make them itchy. Going to find out.

He lowered his voice, mysteriously: "Brother Hua, do you have a girlfriend, I won't tell my mother."

"This is our little~secret~secret~"

Faced with such a cousin whose gossip spirit was burning brightly and whose desire for knowledge was far greater than that of class, Tang Hua gave him a friendly chisel and flicked it on his head, wanting to knock it open to see what was messed up inside. thing.

However, Tang Hua always felt that she was a little guilty this time.

As for where the guilty conscience came from and where it started, the parties did not know.

Zhen Muli covered her head pitifully: "Brother Hua, I was wrong, I will never say it again."

The little devil lowered his head and continued to play Lego.

The thousand paper cranes were placed in the corner of the piano, obviously not taking up much space, but Tang Hua looked up so frequently that he didn't finish reading the two scores in one afternoon.

Tang Hua rubbed his hair, reached out to take the paper crane away, and put it in his bag, with a gentleness that he didn't even notice.

After doing all this, the young master can focus on the piano score.

But there are still lingering beams in his mind:

"Thousand Paper Cranes", "Give it to the person you like", "The person you like..."

Tang Hua turned the page of the piano score, thinking:

Zhen Muli, this little bastard, if he doesn't learn what is good, what should he learn?

I will never bring him anything again next time!