The husband and wife of a wealthy school

There are several willow trees outside the stadium, and the willow branches hang down into the stadium, with tender green leaves growing on them.

Zhao Yan and Lin Fangqing leaned against the iron railing and stood in the shadow cast by the willows.

This session is a physical education class. Everyone gathered in the stadium, ran two laps, practiced Tai Chi, and then went about freely.

A group of people are playing basketball not far away.

Zhao Yan didn't know how to speak, so he grabbed a long and slender willow leaf, played with it in his hand, and said after a while: "Aren't you going to play basketball?"

"I don't want to fight today," Lin Fangqing looked at his feet. Wearing a pair of white sneakers, he stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground and asked absently, "How long have you been with Yan Cheng?"

Zhao Yan answered irrelevantly: "I like Yancheng very much. I have liked Yancheng for a long time. I cherish the relationship between the two of us very much. Squad leader, you have a good family background, good education, and you deserve better people."

"Do you know who Yan Cheng's father is? Do you think you will have a happy ending with him?" Lin Fangqing raised his head and said, the sunlight that was sifted by the leaves shone into his eyes, and there was a faint smile in them. sadness and dissatisfaction.

Zhao Yan looked away: "Whether Yan Cheng and I will have a happy ending, I don't know, but no matter whether there is a happy ending, I will regard you as a good friend, a good friend who has given me a lot of help."

The only thing he knows is that apart from Yan Cheng, he will never like anyone else. To him, Yan Cheng is not only a lover, but also an obsession, past and present, an obsession that he will never forget even after death.

Lin Fangqing: "Am I really that bad?"

"No, you are very good, very good, really good, so you deserve better people, people who only like you wholeheartedly."

Lin Fangqing lowered his head and laughed at himself, raised his head and pulled down a willow branch, let go of his hand, the willow branch bounced back, pulled it down again, and let it go again, and slowly his face changed into a relieved smile: "You will not miss it in the future." Follow me to the People's Hospital for an internship, because Yan Cheng won't let you?"

Zhao Yan also laughed, and seemed to think about it seriously, and said: "He only told me to stay away from you, but he didn't say that I should not go to the hospital for an internship."

"That's good. You didn't go last time. When I handed over the shift, Director Li asked me why you didn't come." Then Lin Fangqing imitated Li Jian's tone and repeated his original words: "Hey, that one of you looks so good. Who is the thin and white one?"

Imagining Li Jian's expression, both of them laughed.

……

Without Yan Cheng by my side, life always passes very slowly. Every morning when I open my eyes, I start to wait for the evening, and at night I talk to Yan Cheng on the phone.

In March and April, it is the time when flowers bloom everywhere. In the restaurant, a group of sunflowers were brought in, and colorful flowers bloomed every day.From one or two flowers at the beginning, as the temperature gradually rises, up to now, seven or eight flowers, or even more, can bloom in a small pot.

The colorful flowers chase the sun every day. When the sun sets, the petals close, and when the sun rises, the petals bloom.

There are reds, yellows, purples, and they bloom enthusiastically in the bright afternoon sun.The water droplets fell on the green leaves between the flowers, and then flowed down the flower stems and seeped into the soil.

Zhao Yan watered the flowers with a watering can in his hand, thinking about what joke he was going to tell tonight.

In the blink of an eye, it was May, and Yan Cheng's grandmother's condition did not gradually improve as everyone hoped, but worsened, and Yan Cheng's heart became heavier and heavier.

Zhao Yan would tell a joke to Yan Cheng every night, but he didn't have the talent in this area, so he went to the library to borrow a copy of "Complete Jokes".

I was too absorbed in thinking, and when I didn't pay attention, a small yellow flower in the flowerpot was grabbed by a small fat hand.

The owner of Xiaofat's hand unconsciously held flowers to show his hospitality: "Brother, Huahua, it's pretty."

Xiao Yueli can now say two words consecutively.

Zhao Yan lowered his face and pretended to be angry: "Yue Xiaoli, if you pick the flowers again, you will be spanked."

But the face of pretending to be angry is not intimidating at all, Xiao Yueli thinks that her brother is playing house with her, so she smiles even more happily: "Giggle, giggling..., looks good, Huahua."

Yueli likes to pick flowers, so he dare not put all the sun flower pots on the ground, so he specially bought a few flower stands to put the flower pots, and put them a little higher, just to prevent Yueli from destroying the flowers with his hands.

Just now, for the convenience of watering, I took the flower pot off the shelf, and one flower was taken away.

Liu Guohua ran over from one side, carried Xiao Yueli on his shoulders, and teased her: "Go, uncle will play with you, that uncle is so fierce, ignore him."

Yueli: "Brother."

Even though it was obviously ineffective, Liu Guohua still took pleasure in correcting him: "Uncle."

"elder brother."

At around nine o'clock in the evening, when the phone rang, Zhao Yan had already been sitting on a chair looking at the night outside the glass curtain wall and waiting for a long time.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the number of customers in the restaurant gradually decreased, and it was not very busy.

Zhao Yan hid behind the screen to answer the phone: "Yan Cheng?"

Yan Cheng: "Where is it?"

Zhao Yan: "In the restaurant, the business of the restaurant is getting better and better, and there are many repeat customers."

Yan Cheng: "That's because you and Guo Shucai did a good job."

Zhao Yan: "No, that's because you have a unique business vision."

"did you miss me?"

"Think about it..." Zhao Yan could hear that Yan Cheng's tone tonight was a bit wrong, he had a bad guess, and asked cautiously: "Yan Cheng, do you... still want to listen to jokes?"

"Zhao Yan, my grandma is gone, she passed away very peacefully." Yan Cheng's tone was filled with indescribable sadness.

Sadness seemed to have a texture, and it rushed over the phone, wrapping Zhao Yan tightly.Zhao Yan was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't know what to say, in the face of the pain of parting with his loved ones, no amount of comfort was pale.In his previous life, he also experienced it.

Zhao Yan: "Yan Cheng, cry if you want to cry, don't hold back, tomorrow the sun will rise, you have to face it with a smile."

……

The passport was done before, and he originally wanted to wait until the summer vacation, but Zhao Yan felt that he couldn't wait any longer, not even for a minute, and he was eager to see Yan Cheng.

Thousands of words are not as comforting as a hug.

The plane was on the next morning, flying directly from T City to Marseille Provence International Airport.Zhao Yan, who knew nothing about French, took a week's leave and carried a "Practical English-Chinese Translation Dictionary" borrowed from the library in his bag.

English is an international language, it's always true.

After checking the local temperature, he was wearing a pair of black canvas shoes, washed white blue jeans, and a black and red plaid shirt with a denim jacket that he found at a street stall not long ago.

With black hair and thin white face, he is not tall and thin, with a well-proportioned figure and an unpretentious vigor.

He didn't tell Yan Cheng that he was going, he wanted to surprise people.