If The Moon Won’t Hold You

At dusk, the sun will set.

Cen Ning looked at her words and deeds carrying her water pink schoolbag on one shoulder, feeling a little bit subtle.

It's one thing for a girl's sprout heart to be hit, and another thing for the loneliness of a teenage child to be comforted. Cen Ning thought, it seems that no one has accompany her home like this before, and no one will carefully discover that her schoolbag is heavy and her shoulder hurts.

Later, the two returned home in a taxi.

The moment he entered the house, a strong smell of rice came, and he turned around and handed her the schoolbag, "After eating, go to my room and bring the test paper."

Cen Ning nodded and held the schoolbag tightly in his arms.

In a warm home, there are family members who are waiting for her to eat at home, as well as him who will go home with her. At that moment, Cen Ning felt that she had everything.

After eating, Cen Ning carried her schoolbag and went upstairs under the gaze of Yan Guofeng's approval.

Pushing aside the room where words and deeds were made, she stood at the door properly and called to her brother in a low voice.

I finished the meal before my words and deeds. I was sitting at the desk at this time, flipping through a book of extracurricular readings at random, "Come here."

After Cen Ning approached, he glanced at the book he was holding, with the word gun on the cover. In the next second, his words and deeds packed the books into the small bookshelf on the side.

"Why are you reading this book?"

She patted the chair beside her words and deeds and motioned her to sit down: "I like it."

"Do you like this?" Cen Ning was a little curious, "Then, will you be like Grandpa in the future?"

"It's the same." The words and deeds smiled briefly, and then suddenly said, "It's not the same."

Cen Ning didn't understand the meaning of what he said, and only said, "That's good."

Words and deeds spread out her test paper, and said casually: "Is it good? Then have you thought about what you are going to do in the future."

Words and deeds can only be asked at random, because he also knows what dreams are in the minds of children at this age. But he didn't expect that Cen Ning was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "I want to be a very good photographer."

Could it be that Cen Ning didn't stumble when he said something, and gave her an unexpected look: "Photographer?"

"Well, the most beautiful, surging, and most alarming picture recorded." Cen Ning engraved everything her father had said in her heart, and she said every word, "I want to be the recorder of time."

Cen Ning seemed to have returned to the moment when his father was by his side. He took his camera and photos and showed them to her like a few Jiazhen. She was still young and didn't know whether the photos were good or bad, but she could feel the kind of being a photographer. Proud and satisfied.

"Ah... Did I say too much?" Cen Ning came back to her senses and asked awkwardly.

His words and deeds looked deep, and he curled his lips: "No."

"Actually, I'm talking nonsense, don't you, don't tell my mother, she doesn't like Dad like that." Back to reality, Cen Ning also has a mother who hates photography.

Turning her pen in words and deeds casually, her eyes were on her test paper: "Cen Ning, do what you want to fight for by yourself, don't be swayed by others."

Cen Ning was taken aback for a moment.

"If you really like it, you have to work hard for it. If you just talk about it, it's really a dream." He turned his head and glanced at her, "Understood."

Under the bright light, Cen Ning was almost burned by his indifferent and gentle side face. She suppressed the feeling that a hundred flowers bloom in her heart, and nodded lightly.

"Which is the problem, point it out." At the moment of words and deeds, her thoughts were drawn to her study. "Before your dream starts, you have to solve the most basic things."

…

Time passed by, and halfway through, the aunt at home gave them a juice to come in.

"This question is actually the same as that multiple-choice question. Think about whether you have any ideas." After the words and deeds, he took a sip of orange juice, and his brows frowned as soon as he swallowed, "Sweet."

Cen Ning looked at him sideways, "Huh?"

"It's nothing." His words and deeds pushed the orange juice farther, with one hand on his head, and looking at her test paper sideways, "Did you think of it."

Cen Ning glanced at him. Under the light, his eyelashes left a small silhouette on the white face, shaking and shaking, so that he could see the sultry.

"Still not?" Seeing her words and deeds, she didn't write for a long time, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at her.

Cen Ning surreptitiously looked at being caught upright, and his heart beat for a while, and the whole person became nervous, "I, I..."

"It's okay." The words and deeds took her pen and took out a piece of draft paper. "I'll do the calculation for you."

"Um…"

"One last time." His words and deeds were slightly serious and serious. "You can't always rely on me. You have to figure it out next time, know if you don't."

Cen Ning was a little ashamed, holding both hands tightly on the side of the table.

"I didn't scold you again." The cloud of words and deeds glanced lightly, "You don't need to be nervous."

Cen Ning: "...oh."

If anyone in this world is willing to treat you tenderly, then you can count all the meanness and barrenness that have been in the past.

Cen Ning was lying on the bed, staring at the indistinct shade of the tree outside the window in a daze.

She remembered that Zhang Ziyi occasionally told her about the little gossip in the class, who and who liked whom, and who and who confessed to whom, she said, that was love.

Cen Ning is not sure what love is, she only knows that she can tell what is like and what is like very much.

As far as it goes, she seems to like it very much.

Cen Ning turned around, hugged an extra pillow, and blushed secretly in the one-person room.

She didn't dare to close her eyes, because once she closed her eyes, she would appear as if she was serious about her words and deeds not long ago. She often felt that he was indifferent, but at that time, she felt that he was gentle enough to make people drown. in.

**

After class the next day, Cen Ning packed up her schoolbags and walked from the classroom to the school gate.

"Cen Ning, did you understand today's class?" Song Ci asked when he walked next to her.

Cen Ning nodded: "Yeah."

Song Ci: "That's good, eh, if you don't understand, remember to ask me."

"Okay..." As soon as Cen Ning exited a good word, she saw the sum of words and deeds standing next to the car by Uncle Zhong at the school gate... Meng Peiyan.

She has only met Meng Peiyan once, that time on the playground of the compound, but in school, she often heard people mention her. And the most powerful label on her is: school flower.

Cen Ning looked at her fair skin and exquisite noble face, and she could only think in her heart that she could indeed bear the name of the school flower.

"Hey, that's the words and deeds and Meng Peiyan, right." Song Ci chuckled lightly, and said with a rare gossip, "I heard that they are a pair. You are close to the words and deeds, do you know the inside?"

Cen Ning's face was slightly stiff: "No."

"Um?"

Cen Ning said decisively: "They are not a pair."

Song Ci: "Really, I thought it was."

I thought.

Everyone takes it for granted.

Indeed, the appearance of a talented woman, they stood together as if they were paintings, they really matched well.

But... it doesn’t look good, but it’s really good, isn’t it?

Cen Ning's inferiority complex is causing trouble, but there is a small piece deep in her heart that is waving the flag and shouting that if one day, she can become very good, then she who is standing next to him will definitely look good.

"Cen Ning." I saw Cen Ning coming out of the same table with her from a distance. His brows were lightly frowned, and his tone was a bit of dissatisfaction, "Go faster and get in the car."

Cen Ning didn't say a word, speeded up and walked over. His words and deeds fell faintly on Song Ci, until he turned and left before looking at Cen Ning, "Did you postpone the class?"

Cen Ning pursed her lips and nodded.

Words and deeds opened the car door for her. When Cen Ning bent down and got in, she heard the words and deeds asking Meng Peiyan, "Send you a ride?"

Meng Feiyan pointed to another car not far away: "My dad is here to pick me up."

With a gratitude of words and deeds: "Then let's go first."

"good."

Words and deeds also got into the car, Cen Ning passed him and looked at Meng Peiyan who was standing outside the car window. Coincidentally, she was also looking at her. The two looked at each other silently, each with their own thoughts.

After a while, Meng Peiyan smiled at her slightly, a beautiful smile, neither sharp nor pretentious, but Cen Ning sensitively felt her least favorite emotion.

That's a kind of gaze for the weak.

As time passed day by day, the final exam was getting closer and closer, and Cen Ning worked harder and harder. Wei Pinfang found that the light in Cen Ning's room was on several times when she got up in the middle of the night. When she opened the door, she could always see her reading, sometimes doing questions, sometimes listening to English with headphones.

Wei Pinfang didn't say a word about it, but occasionally sent her something to eat in, and then silently returned to her room. Cen Ning at school also began to make some subtle changes. For example, she talked more with classmates, spoke more in class, and became more bold when asking questions about Song Ci and Zhang Ziyi.

This change was not brought to her by others, but forced by herself, because her stuttering problem was actually psychological, so what can be cured is just taking the step in her heart.

Later, after finally passing the final exam, the moment Cen Ning had been nervous for a few days finally let go of the test scores.

After school, she carefully put the test papers in her schoolbag and hurried to the school gate.

She wanted to be the first to show her words and deeds the fruits of her hard work.

Although it is impossible for her to rise to the top in a class full of talents, her ranking in the middle and upper reaches of this time is already a huge leap from the countdown in the previous monthly exam.

"Uncle Zhong!" Cen Ning said in the car, "Brother Xing, haven't you come yet."

Uncle Zhong said: "Mr. Yan came to pick him up at noon. He didn't come to class in the afternoon."

Mr. Yan was talking about the words and deeds of his father, Yan Su, and Cen Ning was taken aback: "Where did you go?"

"I don't know this, but this meeting should already be at home."

Cen Ning nodded, and said eagerly: "Then, then let's go home quickly."

"OK."

Along the way, Cen Ning would want to know her reaction to her performance improvement so fast, maybe there was an approving look, maybe... he would praise her but not necessarily.

Cen Ning's heartbeat speeds up when he thinks of that picture, and he can't wait to rush to the edge of words and deeds in the next second.

So, as soon as the car reached the door, Cen Ning got off the car happily, the corner of her mouth rose unconsciously, and she reached out and pushed open the door.

She didn't expect her words and deeds to just open the door. She was overjoyed, and when she just wanted to speak to him, she saw him passing by her indifferently. That kind of indifference is not the kind that he usually does not consciously show, but it is hung on his face and held in his eyes. It is really only when the mood is extremely cold.

And this indifference is enough to wipe out Cen Ning's enthusiasm every inch.

Cen Ning turned her head suddenly and saw her words and deeds quickly walk out of the courtyard. She stood at the door blankly, unable to recover.

"Ningning, you are back. What are you doing standing at the door? Come in." Aunt Chen helped her take down her schoolbag. "I'm here, so I'll remember to call my brother later."

Cen Ning: "Huh?"

"Nanru is back. You haven't seen him before. He is Xingzhi's younger brother."

The author has something to say: Xu Nanru appeared on the stage. That year, the two were still in a relationship. (Xu Nanru is from "Just Bending the Waist for Him", I haven't read it before and it doesn't affect reading)