Her father is a teacher

"What... what's going on." Fu Huaining asked.

Before they left the hospital after several tests, Zheng Nianchu and Lin Sheng came to find them.

Lin Sheng spoke quickly, and quickly explained to the parents: "Nianchu dislocated his wrist."

Lin Zhengwang asked worriedly: "Why did you dislocate it..."

Grandpa pushed his hand away and didn't want him to help him: "Don't ask, hurry up, go and register."

Lin Zhengwang quickly walked to the window on the side of the hall to line up.Fu Huaining said again: "Don't wait here, go straight up, on the westernmost corner of the third floor, if there is a doctor, let him see it first. Go, go."

Watching the two children turn into the stairwell, she couldn't help sighing: "What can I do if my right hand hurts to write?"

"I can't hold the spoon anymore." Grandpa smiled.

Fu Huaining looked at him: "Dad, you still have the heart to tell jokes, you really..."

Going up the stairs to the corner of the third floor, milky white paint has been painted over the door frame, and there is a mottled brush mark on the white wall. The word "Surgery" is framed on the door plate, which is quite different from the same surgical department lined up next to it. A young doctor sat idly.He didn't ask questions about registration or anything like that. After pressing it a few times, he only asked whether it hurt, how it was done, and whether there was any precedent. After asking a few questions like this, Zheng Nianchu answered them one by one.The doctor rubbed it neatly after hearing the situation, and turned to the side to flip through the magazine without prescribing the medicine.

They just sat aside and waited quietly for their father to register and bring his medical insurance card.Zheng Nianchu moved his wrist carefully, still feeling a little uncomfortable, but the pain was not as severe as before.

The doctor caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye: "Try not to move, and don't be too stiff."

Zheng Nianchu nodded, letting his right hand hang down naturally.

The plastic chairs in the hospital were brightly colored. Lin Sheng moved to the side, and the ultra-saturated blue color was covered by the corners of the two people's clothes.She stretched out her hand silently and held Zheng Nianchu's free left hand, feeling her bewilderment and letting go.She held such a soft hand in her palm, and said a lot in silent words, I don't know how much Zheng Nianchu can hear.In fact, even she herself didn't know what she wanted to say to Zheng Nianchu.

Zheng Nianchu doesn't care about other people's bad words, doesn't care about other people's naked eyes, ignores his stepmother's attitude and cynicism, and never argues with others.But she was never cowardly.She wouldn't even give in when she sat down because she wanted to win Yu Jiayue's favor, she just didn't want to care about many things.

Being able to do this, I think she is more mature than many adults, which saves her a lot of troubles and troubles, and makes her monotonous life easier.

If you scratch her, she won't respond, and if you scratch her again, she still won't move.Nothing hurts, why spend time and energy arguing with gossip and contradictory positions?

But suddenly, at a certain moment, you broke through her bottom line, she will explode, and she will fight back calmly and frantically.Her outburst was instantaneous, silent and without warning.You'll wonder why a silent statue came alive to attack you.

Lin Sheng is very honored, she is one of Zheng Nianchu's bottom lines.

The crutches approached with a sound, and Fu Huaining stepped to the door first.

"what happened."

The bored young doctor suddenly stood up hastily, his calf was knocked forward by the chair rail, and he hurriedly helped the table to stand upright. "Teacher Fu."

Lin Sheng saw a cautious look on his face.

Fu Huaining waved at him: "What are you doing up, you sit in your seat, and I'll ask how my child's hands are doing."

"Your child, it's all right, it's just that he lifted something too heavy all of a sudden, and his tendon sprained, but he didn't dislocate it."

Grandpa followed to the door, and upon hearing this, he asked, "What are you talking about, you guys, you even broke your arm."

Lin Sheng faltered: "Nianchu picked up the pure water bucket with one hand..."

"Oh, amazing," the doctor gloated and praised her arm strength, "it weighs more than 30 catties." After finishing speaking, he cautiously shut up.

Fu Huaining's eyes changed from worry, and he leaned over reproachfully: "You are so thirsty, can't you wait for the adults to come home, and you can carry them together."

Lin Sheng blamed himself in a good voice: "It's me, we were shopping in the supermarket, and we asked several buckets of water to block it, and Nian Chu helped me move it away. I should stop her."

Fu Huaining came over and poked Zheng Nianchu's forehead with his finger, and the doctor's head also retreated habitually. "I said you are strong and you are still out of breath, can you carry that bucket of water!" Shocked, Zheng Nianchu lowered his head and raised his eyes quietly, not daring to speak.

"mom……"

"I told you to talk? Troubleshooter!"

Lin Sheng then fell silent, and huddled together in the chair with Zheng Nianchu.

"Teacher, do you want to be hanged for two days?" The doctor asked tentatively, with a cautious tone and demeanor, those who didn't know thought he was the one who was being scolded just now.

Finally, I took some medicine for smearing blood stasis.

There are greenery on both sides of the path in front of the faculty and staff, on one side is a creeper that climbed two or three meters around the wall from the side yard, and on the opposite side is the lush and tender green rose branches and leaves on the black fence of the school, with two-color flowers blooming densely. Climbing to a high place and hanging down, it was crushed on the ground by cars coming and going, and the ground was broken into a pile of pink, white and bright red.

The faint fragrance came, and grandpa stood still and admired: "It's not inferior to plum blossoms."

"Then let's plant one pot too. No, two pots," Lin Sheng said, "hang it on the balcony and let it hang down like a creeper." She turned to Nian Chu and said, "You are in charge of the fans, I Responsible for red."

Fu Huaining hadn't gotten over it yet. Hearing her plan, he couldn't help scolding: "What kind of plant? Hang downstairs to see if your Auntie Wei can come up and scold you."

Lin Sheng obediently accepted the reprimand and said with a smile, "Then we will only plant two pots of roses."

Fu Huaining didn't veto it, so it was considered an agreement.

Zheng Nianchu followed through the aisle, the westward sun shining gently on her body through the rose bushes, the wind in late spring and early summer was gentle, like Lin Sheng's laughter.There are two pots of roses, Lin Sheng is in charge of the red ones, and she is in charge of the pink ones. Big curly flowers bloom every month. The fragrance can enter their room from the small balcony outside the grandfather's house. The two kinds of flowers are not different from each other.

During the recent period, sometimes she also had some delusions, thinking that she might be the daughter of this family, who grew up with Lin Sheng, went to school together, studied together, and lived a happy and ordinary life.I think about grades and homework every day, read and watch TV in my spare time, go shopping and climb mountains.Yes, she seemed to have thought this way before, and now she started again, brainwashing herself and taking mental opium.

A life so monotonous that it drove her peers crazy but satisfied her so much, keep it simple, keep it simple.It is best to describe the trajectory of life in such a flat and straightforward way, you can see the edge at a glance, just like the sun rises in a day and gradually sets in the west, so boring and without waves.

How long has she not thought of her mother?It seems to be thinking about it all the time, but the more you think about it, the more blurred it becomes. In the end, it is mixed with Lin Sheng's appearance and Fu Huaining's characteristics, becoming a glorious image without a face, and a colorless smell permeating the air. around.

Walking downstairs, Fu Huaining said to buy some food, turned around and walked along the way he came.

The small supermarket was deserted and deserted. The boss was leaning over the checkout counter to watch the small TV hanging up, and he was lazy as if he had fallen apart.

Dengdengdeng.

The boss was stunned: "Hey, Mr. Fu, what are you buying?"

"Someone doesn't know if something is stolen."

The boss didn't care: "I have two in this room, and two outside. They are all cameras. What am I afraid of?" Below the TV screen are two indoor monitors that occupy the lower left and right corners.

Fu Huaining: "Next time our two children come to buy water, don't let them carry it."

The boss denied it with a smile: "What's the matter, I can still let those two little girls carry water."

After paying the rags, Fu Huaining gave a few more instructions before leaving.

The young doctor saw that Fu Huaining's family had left for a long time and no one came. They all lined up to join the expert account next door. They were happy and relaxed. They simply put the music on their mobile phones, plugged in the earphones, closed their eyes and rested their minds, and shook their legs to follow the music. go.

Pushing him with one hand, he lazily opened his eyes.

The earphones were pulled out suddenly, and the mobile phone and the long earphone cable were hidden behind the back: "Old old old old old teacher!"

In the middle of the night, Lin Sheng woke up again.Zheng Nianchu was pushed inside to sleep by her, with his right hand flat on the bed, no one disturbed him.Lin Sheng fell asleep on her side, woke up on her side, her eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and the outlines of the people beside her gradually became clear in her eyes.

Those images during the day also came to mind, she knew that she would definitely erupt, those silently accumulated things could not dissipate or were not willing to dissipate, courage, impulsiveness, wildness, all these will erupt one day .

She just didn't expect that she would be the cause of the explosion, the fuse that ignited.

Zheng Nianchu's short hair didn't reach her shoulders, and she couldn't let it loose. She pinched a strand and twirled it leisurely around her fingers, feeling the silkiness and flexibility left.

Sooner or later we shall be like crushed roses under a fence, never to be cut again.

Good night.she says.

When he woke up in the morning, Zheng Nianchu was no longer in the room.

After she got dressed and opened the door to go out, she heard her grandfather ask, "Nian Nian, why are you covering your head?"

Zheng Nianchu put his hand down with a bitter face: "Hair is sticking up..."

A tuft of hair was like a bud breaking through the ground, and after she let go of her hand, it bounced up firmly, and stood resolutely on top of her head.

The culprit couldn't hold back, and laughed out gloatingly, but was caught by the suffering master who turned around, with a sad face. "Well, Mom has a bottle of hairspray or something, you can try it."

Zheng Nianchu heard noises in the kitchen, so he went over to ask his aunt first, but was laughed at by the aunt again, very embarrassed.

After asking the location and leaving the kitchen, I saw Lin Zhengwang just came back from the outside.Seeing that she didn't laugh at the little bud on her head, he hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Your father...is sentenced."

The author has something to say:

There is one last scene in the alley, isn't it very vulgar?