Liang Cheng probably guessed Qiao Yuanlin's intentions, but the matter has come to this point, the connection is of little significance, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with the troublemaker.
He clicked "Ignore" and merged into the crowd queuing up for ticket inspection.
Pinghai City has a high sky and a wide sea, and pleasant scenery. Many tourists come to play all year round. People come and go in the train station, and the big screen changes the information of trains that reach all over the country.
The train that Liang Cheng wanted to take was in the waiting state, in the No. 6 waiting hall, and the No. 21 entrance.
Halfway up the escalator, he turned his head and looked out of the station through the glass curtain wall, saying "goodbye" to the city in his heart.
Jin Bei drove away, the bus lingered for a long time and finally stopped at the door, and the students got off one after another.
There were less than 60 students in the two international classes. Qiao Yuanlin asked Tian Yu to help him pull the suitcase with a pack of beef jerky, and he only carried a bag of snacks.
He followed listlessly at the end of the line, checked the tickets, twisted the brim of his baseball cap back, looked up at the train number on the big screen, and read: "Waiting Hall No. 5..."
Tian Yu was on the side: "Entrance No. 21."
Qiao Yuanlin suspected that the myopia at the same table had deepened, and said, "It's in series, it's number 20."
"Oh." Tian Yu squeezed the ticket, "What's your seat number, is it by the window?"
Qiao Yuanlin said, "Fuck."
Duan Sicun passed by him, cast a sharp look, and then said pointedly: "When you go out, everyone represents the image of Dezhong Middle School. Don't let me hear uncivilized words."
Qiao Yuanlin decided to stay away from Professor Duan.
A group of teenagers marched to the second floor to wait for the bus. Waiting halls No. 5 and No. 6 are actually a hall divided into two halves, with a row of retail stores in the middle.
Qiao Yuanlin found a seat with his schoolbag in his arms, and took out his mobile phone. Except for the fixed reminders of the French broadcast, reciting vocabulary, and online quizzes, there was no other news.
He poked open WeChat, and the friend request he sent went nowhere. If there was no response, it was Liang Cheng's response.
He regretted writing that crappy reason for verification, Liang Cheng must have rolled his eyes when he saw it, thinking that he was too idle.
Qiao Yuanlin took off his baseball cap and put it on his face. He suddenly remembered that the last time he wore this hat was to Linghai Island, and Liang Chengqin was on it.
His guilt is lessened, it's not because he misunderstood, who carelessly kisses others?
Just as he was thinking, a person sat next to him. Qiao Yuanlin withdrew from his own world, put on his hat, and said, "Teacher Duan."
In fact, this kind of activity is accompanied by the art teacher, and the class teacher does not have to accompany him. Duan Sicun has not been in office for a long time, so he volunteered to come to get closer to the students.
He said, "Sitting here with your lips pouted, how come you're not in a good mood?"
Qiao Yuanlin quickly pursed her lips and said, "No, maybe I went to bed too late last night."
"Pay attention to rest." Duan Sicun said, "Your father called me yesterday."
Qiao Yuanlin straightened his back, like a vigilant animal: "Did you ask me about my weekly exam results? I stayed at my grandma's house recently, so I didn't report it to him."
"You misunderstood." Duan Sicun said, "Your father said that you are not in good health and will be out this week. Please let me take care of you."
Qiao Yuanlin relaxed and said, "I can take care of myself."
Duan Sicun was used to seeing all kinds of parent-child problems, so after a few minutes of silence, he asked, "Want to talk, do you have conflicts with your father?"
Qiao Yuanlin hesitated: "Yes... a bit."
"And it's related to your biology grades?" Duan Sicun laughed, "To annoy your father, on purpose?"
Qiao Yuanlin was worried about cheating, and he didn't like to chat with the teacher, so he wanted to find a reason to move away, scratched his chin and said, "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."
Duan Sicun didn't allow him to be fooled: "Hold on."
Qiao Yuanlin failed to urinate and kicked the air. He ignored Duan Sicun, lowered his head and fiddled with the sapphire dial on his wrist, wondering why the waiting time was so long?
Duan Sicun looked at his loose appearance and said, "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. Although I have brought in some bad habits from public schools, I won't force students to talk about their privacy."
Qiao Yuanlin raised his head and explained: "You still hold grudges, I was joking when I complained that time. In fact, what I wanted to study was public school, but my father asked me to study Dexin, and the conflict was because he asked me to follow him in the future. plan to go."
Duan Sicun didn't care about Qiao Wenyuan's educational plans, at least at the moment. He asked, "Then what do you think, and what plans do you have for the future?"
Qiao Yuanlin couldn't help but look serious, he didn't expect that the first person who heard him talk about this matter was not his parents, but a teacher he knew not long ago. He replied: "I want to study journalism and become a journalist in the future."
Duan Sicun said: "Many people's goals will change with age, are you sure?"
"Yeah." Qiao Yuanlin didn't know how much Qiao Wenyuan revealed, and was slightly vague, "I'm not in good health, and I might die someday. I want to do what I like in my lifetime."
Duan Sicun pressed his shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense, there is still a long way to go at a young age."
Qiao Yuanlin shook his head: "I had an accident when I was thirteen years old, and I almost... Well, I'm a sick child, and my dad still wants me to cure the disease and save others, isn't that nonsense?"
"Your father wants you to be...a doctor?" Duan Sicun said.
Qiao Yuanlin had a big basket of complaints waiting, but he held back. He saw Duan Sicun's expression darken when he said "doctor", the same as last time in the laboratory.
"Teacher Duan, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I remembered a student whose dream was to be a doctor."
Qiao Yuanlin asked intuitively, "Is it the best student you mentioned?"
Duan Sicun tacitly said: "It's all in the past."
But Qiao Yuanlin was very curious, and said, "Tell me, how hard are the top students in No. 7 Middle School that you value?"
Duan Sicun's dark eyes softened, and he said softly: "He is talented and interested in medicine. Because his mother is a doctor, he learned a lot by ear and saw him. He also studied university courses by himself in his spare time. I firmly believed at that time that he would definitely Will make an excellent doctor."
"That's awesome." Qiao Yuanlin asked, "Then he graduated from high school and went to medical school?"
Duan Sicun pushed down his glasses, looked aside, and changed the subject in a self-talking manner: "He is not talking on paper, he actually saved people."
Qiao Yuanlin had no choice but to follow the other party's words: "Really?"
"Yeah." Duan Sicun said, "I remember that he saved a little boy three years ago."
Qiao Yuanlin was obviously taken aback: "How did you save it?"
Duan Sicun recalled: "The child must have a bad heart. He fell ill on the way to school and fell on the side of the street. There were so many people coming and going, and he was the only one who rushed past."
Qiao Yuanlin asked, "And then?"
Duan Sicun continued: "He gave the child cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and called 120. When the ambulance arrived, he took his schoolbag and walked away."
Qiao Yuanlin was a little dazed: "Teacher Duan, are you not lying?"
"What are you trying to lie to you about?" Duan Sicun said, "He was late for a long time that day, and I only remembered it after asking the reason."
Qiao Yuanlin sat stiffly without moving, blinked a few times in a row, was awake, Duan Sicun's words lingered in his ears--
Seventh middle school student, three years ago, CPR.
He stumbled and couldn't control his emotions when he opened his mouth: "Ningyuan Street...is it in Ningyuan Street?!"
The students around looked over one after another, Duan Sicun was surprised by his reaction, and paused: "That's right, how do you know?"
Qiao Yuanlin stood up abruptly and asked, "Who is he?"
Duan Sicun was stunned: "Could it be..."
Qiao Yuanlin was anxious to grab the other party's collar, and asked loudly, "Who is he? Who is that student! What's his name?!"
Duan Sicun leaned lightly on the back of the chair. He hadn't mentioned that name for a long time. He gripped the cold metal armrest tightly and replied in a low voice: "His surname is Liang, and his name is Liang Cheng."
An announcement sounded in the lobby, reminding passengers to start checking tickets.
Liang Cheng finished reading the last chapter and closed the book. There was already a long queue at the entrance of the station. He walked to the end, randomly chose a playlist and put on his earphones.
The line gradually shortened, and when he was about to enter the station, an old lady with silver hair came running from the direction of the bathroom carrying large and small bags, for fear of missing the train.
Liang Cheng staggered his body to let the other party pass first. The old lady was holding the ticket in front of the self-service gate, not knowing how to do it. He pointed to the ticket gate and said, "Here."
The gate opened, and the old lady thanked, "Thank you, young man."
This small episode delayed for a while, Liang Cheng and the rest of the passengers put some distance away. Fortunately, there was enough time to board the train at the departure station, so he walked towards the platform unhurriedly.
In the No. 5 waiting hall, Qiao Yuanlin stood there, unable to recover.
The person who saved him three years ago was Liang Cheng.
Knowing how to do cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the medicine prescribed for him was accurate, Liang Cheng was not surprised when he heard that he had a heart attack.
Liang Cheng who was misunderstood and driven away by him!
Qiao Yuanlin's blood rushed to his brain, he was stunned and stupid, what should he do, where should he find Liang Cheng?
He went to the food stall, to beg Xiao Qiong, every day, just squatting next to the motorcycle and waiting?
The classmates were all queuing up, and Tian Yu came to call him: "It's in the station, let's go."
Qiao Yuanlin was dragged by one arm by Tian Yu, and the students around him were laughing and laughing. He was in a daze and didn't even notice that he was stepped on.
After checking the tickets, the students flocked to the wide platform, some took pictures, some chatted, and the teacher gave up maintaining order tiredly.
The passing train hadn't entered the station yet, and there was an empty railroad track between the two platforms. Qiao Yuanlin's eyes were wide open, looking at the crowd in the distance slightly out of focus.
Two men are arguing because they jumped in line, couples are holding hands, children are crying, a middle-aged man talking loudly on the phone, and an old lady carrying a bag.
He seemed to see everything in his eyes, and it seemed that no one saw it.
Suddenly, a figure from behind broke into the crowd, cold and straight, standing on the edge of the crowd without doing anything.
Qiao Yuanlin focused a little bit, his eyes sparkling, and rushed to the position where he almost crossed the safety line.
"Liang Cheng." He first gave a low cry, and then shouted loudly, "--Liang Cheng!"
Everyone looked over, Duan Sicun was especially surprised, even the people on the opposite platform turned their heads one after another, only Liang Cheng didn't respond.
Qiao Yuanlin didn't believe that he would admit his mistake, so he let go of his voice: "--Liang Cheng!"
Liang Cheng moved a bit and walked forward, a violent hard rock song rang out in the earphones.
Qiao Yuanlin panicked immediately, and shouted with all her strength: "Liang Cheng, don't go!"
"Liang Cheng! Don't go!"
"You stay here! Liang Cheng!"
Qiao Yuanlin shouted until his voice became hoarse, but Liang Cheng still didn't hear him. He couldn't wait any longer, pushed aside the crowd and rushed back, the strap of his schoolbag squeezed out of the way, and slammed on his back.
Yao Fu called him, Tian Yu called him too, and the students were stunned.
Duan Sicun said anxiously: "Qiao Yuanlin!"
Bang, Qiao Yuanlin simply threw away his schoolbag and decided without looking back: "I won't go! I won't go to the cultural festival!"
He got on and off the elevator, made a big circle to the other platform, and called Liang Cheng's name while running.
For a moment, all the creatures with long eyes were attracted by Qiao Yuanlin, and they looked over in unison.
Liang Cheng walked to the train door and handed over the ticket, but the flight attendant looked into the distance in surprise. He finally felt something was wrong and turned his head.
More than a dozen meters away, Qiao Yuanlin was sweating profusely and anxious. Every step he ran was afraid of having a heart attack, but he didn't dare to stop.
Liang Cheng paused in surprise, seeing Qiao Yuanlin getting closer and closer to him, his face was flushed, earnest, and breathing with fresh steam, and he suddenly grinned, showing a kind of brilliance that comes from hard work.
why is he here-
Before Liang Cheng could ask, Qiao Yuanlin rushed over and hugged him.
A muscular arm was wrapped around his shoulders, a messy breath was blowing at the side of his neck, the baseball cap flew off, and an earphone was rubbed off his hair against his cheek.
Now Liang Cheng could hear him.
Qiao Yuanlin said, "I finally found you."