On Friday, the students entered the classroom one after another.
Zhou Si Yue still stepped into the classroom with Song Ziqi. As soon as he put down his schoolbag, he realized that something was wrong. The seats beside him were empty, the tabletop was cleaned up and wiped out, and there was no extra book.
No one seems to have been here.
Kong Shadi also noticed that at this time, Ding Xian was already sitting in her seat and reading English aloud, although with a strong plastic smell, he sounded very energetic.
The two looked at each other, Kong Shadi winked at Zhou Si Yue more and more, meaning-how about her?
Zhou Si Yue , the more shook his head.
Have you slept?
On the last day of the sports meeting, there were only two relays and the closing ceremony. In the morning, the classes that did not have a project chatted in the classroom, and the National Day holiday was right away. Everyone had no intention of studying.
Ding Xian still did not show up after the morning and the end of get out of class.
Kong Shadi finally couldn't help it, turned her head and patted Zhou Si Yue's table, and asked loudly, "Are you at the same table?"
"How do I know."
Zhou Si Yue frowned, looked down at the book, and didn't bother to lift his eyelids.
Kong Shadi was anxious and pointed at Zhou Si Yue: "Why are you at the same table? You don't know where she go?"
Zhou Siyue closed the book and threw it on the table. He leaned back and leaned on his chair He turned his back and glanced at her lightly: "I know you are in a hurry? Didn't you ignore others a few days ago?"
"You!" Kong Shadi gritted her teeth: "Didn't you ignore her?! Why are you arguing with her? Is she pissed off by you?"
Zhou Si Yue became more and more like a joke, "I... pissed off her?"
Who is pissed off?
"It's not that you are angry with her. She must feel that we ignore her and simply don't come to school."
Kong Shadi thinks about it and there is only this possibility. She has a strong temper since she was a child and rarely bows her head to others.
Sometimes she hates herself, but she just can’t help it. In the past few days, when she met Ding Xian on the road several times, she wanted to go over and take her hand and tell her that we are all right. Why should she apologize first.
So she was inexplicably cold war for a few days.
Zhou Si Yue sneered: "Not so much." He drove his hands on his chest and glanced out of the window. The lush leaves were blowing in the wind, and his vision was broad. Thinking about it, he added mockingly: "You too value yourself. People didn't take you seriously if it was bad."
Kong Shadi smiled stiffly, and suddenly watched Zhou Si Yue stop talking.
Song Ziqi turned his head from the outside, took a seat, and took a bottle of water to fill it with her : "She has asked for leave to go to Shanghai."
"What?!" Kong Shadi exclaimed.
Zhou Si Yue turned his head and kicked Song Ziqi’s stool with his foot. "Who said that?"
Song Ziqi took a few sips and pointed to Liu Xiaofeng who was talking to Liu Jiang outside the teaching room, "I asked him, Ding Xian yesterday. She mentioned to him that she took leave today and went to Shanghai."
"Liu Xiaofeng?" The two said in unison.
Song Ziqi nodded: "Yeah, Liu Xiaofeng said."
Zhou Si Yue leaned on the chair, his gaze slightly sideways, and slightly narrowed, staring at the boy's back for a long while.
Kong Shadi suddenly felt a little gloat, and couldn't help but sarcastically said to Zhou Si Yue: "Wow, she has a good relationship with Liu Xiaofeng who is not at the same table? Tsk tsk tsk..."
Zhou Si Yue "chuckled" and laughed at himself. Shaking his head, he really didn't understand.
What the hell was thinking in this woman's mind.
Afraid of what others would say, and get rid of him, she and Liu Xiaofeng are close, so she is not afraid of what others say? Why should this matter be treated so differently on him?
So he suddenly remembered the letter on the table.
In fact, he saw it early in the morning. Who else could the dog-climbing handwriting be besides her? He didn't lose it or read it. He felt a little bit more and more erratic in his heart. Ride on his head.
Sometimes he really wanted to give her a sap, so as to fill her mind with the paste to dredge her.
Didn’t you believe it?
As for, let Liu Xiaofeng anger him?
With the table open, Zhou Si Yue lowered his eyes to the pink in the book.
It depends on what you write.
He neatly pulled the envelope out of the inside, opened it, and pulled out the letter paper, flattened it out.
The first sentence thundered him.
"Dear classmate Zhou Si Yue: The first time I saw you was on the steps of the teaching building, I walked up with my friend arm in arm, and you walked down with your head in your pocket. At that time, I thought to myself, this boy is so beautiful... …"
Zhou Si Yue twitched the corners of his mouth, is this girl crazy?
Looking back, he couldn't laugh at all.
Is this a fucking love letter?
Seeing the second page, Zhou Si Yue had darkened his face, and threw the crumpled letter into the trash can along the rounded parabola.
...
Shanghai.
Ding Xian followed Ye Changqing to Shanghai a day earlier.
There were two art exhibitions that week. The first was a world tour exhibition of famous artists, and the second was a college student art exhibition five days later, exhibiting outstanding works by students from all over the country.
The original plan was to go home after participating in the touring exhibition. Ye Changqing temporarily received an invitation from the art exhibition, so he hurried over with Ding Xian.
After participating in these two exhibitions, five days have passed. When she is about to return, Ye Changqing took Ding Xian to a gallery in Shanghai.
The gallery is in Wutong Nanlu Lane. It is the first time for Ding Xian to go to Shanghai. Ye Changqing’s car was driving on the road, and the scenery passing by made her linger. She was like a little sparrow just flying out of the cage. Full of curiosity, she discovered that the Yansan Hutong away from Beijing, the outside world is really big.
The autumn wind passed, and the coldness hit.
On both sides of the road are French plane trees with strong branches and leaves, with high stems and large crowns, and a few soft yellow plane leaves falling with the wind, paving the asphalted road with a layer of light yellow, shining brightly in the golden sun.
The car stopped at the entrance of a slender alley. On both sides were buildings of magnificent white old houses. Among the dense sycamore branches, Ding Xian saw a billboard flashing red.
——Dali Gallery.
Ye Changqing took her in.
The gallery is quiet and you can smell it as soon as you enter the door.