this life is waiting

Chapter 61

There are more stories about He Cheng than I ever imagined. In comparison, my past 20 years are really boring and boring.

And what makes people overjoyed is that most of her stories are about me.

I like this kind of time so much, and there is only the space for the two of us, maybe there will be occasional interruptions from others, maybe it's just us.

I like listening to her talk, I like all the interactions between her and me, I like to look at her eyes, feel the subtle changes in her mood swings, and I even counted her eyelashes, there are 113.

And at this moment, she can actually use her charming voice to express the ups and downs of the past in such a cold voice. In order not to disrupt her streamlined integrity, for more than half an hour, I vividly imagined what I wanted. The question I asked was held in my heart.

When she finished speaking, I let out a big breath.

Now that she has jumped out of her identity at the time, she did not forget to analyze rationally after speaking, saying that she was impulsive at the time.

It's simple.

In fact, as long as it is a story, it will become very simple after being concise.

Probably because she was too close to a certain boy during a certain period of time in high school, coupled with her increasingly beautiful appearance, she could always encounter furtive jealousy, and the most terrifying evolution of this kind of jealousy was spread to the head teacher during her student days. Coincidentally, the grades of the male protagonist who was involved in the incident declined during that time, so it became more and more popular. The parents of both parties were invited to the school and started a chat with the theme of the future.

At that time, He Cheng had already had high hopes.

Such things as high hopes always appear inadvertently on outstanding people. I think, if He Cheng still lives in the same unsatisfactory life as before, her parents will probably just let it go.

It is always scary to be suddenly expected by the parents in a short period of time. After returning from the teacher, what He Cheng faced was the parents who were kind and friendly at one time, and at the other were stern and awe-inspiring in a disguised form.

Always impulsive at a young age, He Cheng took this opportunity to come out.

If she wanted to divert attention from one thing, she had to cover it up with another more powerful thing. Although the idea was extreme, the effect was very obvious. After that time, her parents never mentioned that boy again.

He Cheng said that when she said she liked girls, her parents had very complicated expressions, which she had never seen before.In her impression, they were always able to hide their emotions well, and their words were well measured, but that day, He Cheng clearly saw their disbelief and shock.

Then He Cheng was fined to kneel on the small stone platform on the balcony for one day.

It's not that I deliberately made the incident of kneeling punished so plain, but that's how the kid He Cheng described it to me.

I held her hand, and wanted to see her fluctuating emotions from such an undisguised gaze, but there was nothing, no excitement of memories, and no sighs of regret.

After she finished speaking, she habitually reached out to pinch my earlobe. I stretched my head over to let her succeed easily, and asked, "What is the concept of kneeling for a day?"

I have the impression of the small stone platform she mentioned. It is full of small decorative stones, and it is uneven. If you kneel, it must be very painful.

The pain made my knees twitch, and I heard her slowly say: "No food, no drink, no sleep, the posture must be correct and the person must be straight, all day long."

I looked at her in surprise.

She touched my head: "My mother doesn't feel very well either. I knelt and she stood behind me and stayed with me for a day." She smiled: "I want me to think about it."

After He Cheng finished speaking, he looked at me with curved eyebrows: "Fortunately, I passed out later, and I went to the hospital to get a few bottles of intravenous drip, and they were a little more relaxed about it."

I frowned: "Alright, okay?"

She laughed.

I paused, my heart filled with pity, I shrugged and stretched out my hands to look at her, "Hurry up and give me a hug."

Before she could react, I couldn't wait to grab her head and press her against my chest.

Although she did this passively, I couldn't be more moved. How much did this person do without my knowledge, and I, an old man who always feels that I am ascetic, are often bewitched by her. It caused emotional ups and downs, and a girl's heart was sometimes put in honey, sometimes in vinegar, and sometimes exposed to the sun.

It was a failure and fell into the hands of a little sister.

A few minutes later, all the still images were destroyed because of her sudden movement, and she called softly: "Zhou Xiaoyi." A few sirens sounded upward from my chest.

I responded in a low voice.

She said, "Zhou Xiaoyi, I'm bored."

I:……

I let her go, and by the way, I helped her tidy up the hairstyle that I messed up because I licked her hair with both hands, probably because I hugged her too tightly, and there were a few traces of my clothes on the cheek next to her ear , some redness.

I laughed out loud, and when she saw this, she took a picture of her face with her mobile phone and smiled too, put away her mobile phone and looked at me with a deeper smile.

She said, "Don't look at me like that, it makes me look pitiful."

I look even more aggrieved.

She clasped my hand and interlocked my fingers: "Okay, what are you sad about?"

I sighed again and walked out of the sad atmosphere.

She doesn't care anymore, there is no reason why I am still immersed in the past that is not mine and cannot extricate myself.

Thinking of me half-kneeling in front of her, I took her hand and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand, raised my hand and said, "Then can I ask questions?"

She raised an eyebrow.

I laughed: "Why are there rumors that you are getting close to that boy?"

She put her arms on the backrest in a beautiful posture, and looked at me with her head propped up: "You have a problem-solving acquaintance, and so do I."

I let out a long groan, and tilted my head: "My friend who solves the problem doesn't like me."

She laughed and reached out to hook my chin: "Any more questions?"

I raised my head: "Of course." I adjusted my sitting posture: "How will the school problem be solved later?"

He Cheng: "After all, it is something that can be found out. The parents of both parties can communicate with each other." She smiled: "They intended to go back to find out what we said, and then discuss it, but they didn't expect to find out from me. something like this."

I can't laugh or cry.

I looked at her and asked, "Then, how did your parents know about me?"

She replied: "Since that incident, they have guarded against me, observed which girl I approached, looked at my mobile phone, and my homework notes, but I was very honest at school, and they couldn't see anything." When she said this, she looked at me with a reassuring look on her face, and then continued: "I think they might still comfort themselves at that time, maybe I lied to them."

I looked at her and smiled, and blurted out: "It's better to like that boy."

He Cheng cooperated with me: "That's not true."

"It was only later that I remembered the photos on my desk. My mother is a businessman. Every time I talked about this matter, she was very purposeful. Fortunately, I figured it out at the time. I knew what I wanted to know, and I told her everything. "

She smiled: "It wasn't until she knew that you didn't know me and I liked you for a long time that she showed a distressed expression."

I groaned, and held her hand: "Then, is my performance today okay? Your mother won't dislike me, right?"

She touched my head: "Very good, very good."

I oh.

She added: "In the past few years, she has asked you about your recent situation from time to time. I don't know if she accepted you in disguise or something else. Anyway, she has no intention of persuading you. I think this is probably a good thing." She played with my fingers and continued: "After I was with you, I called her and told her about it. She was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, and only told me that this road is not easy to walk."

I oh again, and rolled into her arms in a cat pose, laughing.

"Happy?"

I looked up at her and squeezed a centimeter of air: "A little bit."

After I finished speaking, I sat up and said excitedly: "You don't know how terrible your mother looked at me just now, as if I kidnapped you."

She smiled: "You just abducted me."

I glanced at her, moved closer and asked, "So why, you didn't tell me these things?"

She shrugged: "You like to think so much, I just wanted to say it later, but I didn't expect to run into them."

I squinted at her, "That, that..."

She raised her eyebrows: "En?"

Then, what if things didn't go so smoothly at that time, what if your parents sent you for treatment as a mentally ill patient, what if they still refused to accept it, what should we do?

How can there be so many assumptions.

I smiled: "It's okay."

I turned around and was about to hug her arm, but unexpectedly I passed an elderly couple.

I put my hands down calmly. Although I thought it was normal for two girls to do such a thing, I was always worried.Some miss He Cheng's home, that place, no matter what we do, no one will disturb us.

I licked my lips, sat upright, leaned on her shoulder, touched her knee, and asked, "Does it hurt to kneel all day?"

She covered my hand: "Of course."

I think that feeling is probably like a long hard-seat train, and you have to maintain a posture without eating or drinking. Not only the body, but also the mind may not be able to bear it.

I sighed and heard her say, "It's not the first time I kneel."

I turned to look at her: "Huh?"

She smiled and raised her head slightly to recall: "When I was young, I was playful. I used firecrackers to blow up the legs of the aunt next door, and burned her stockings. I was punished by my mother to kneel for two hours."

I burst out laughing.

Hahahaha.

"I didn't expect you to be so naughty, I can't see it."

She added: "Fortunately, I was fat and had a lot of flesh at that time. Although I was crying all the time, I didn't really feel anything. My mother was relaxed at the time, and my father even secretly gave me something to eat." She turned to look at me: "It is said that Auntie's leg hair was burned."

puff.

ok ok.

This man is also serious when he tells bad jokes.

But imagine that little He Cheng is crying and kneeling, still eating with a fleshy appearance, so happy...