Her father is a teacher

"Yu Sanyue is dying all day long." Yu Jiayue took a sip of water, leaned on the refrigerator and complained to her mother, "Everyone squeezes out when school is over, I told her to hurry up, she can pack a schoolbag for 2 Minutes, I won't wait for her next time."

Yu Sanyue washed two apples and left one on the stove: "Go early and reincarnate early." After speaking, she left with the apple in her mouth.

"Hey, look at her!" Yu Jiayue pointed at the unrestrained back of her twin sister, "How do you talk about her!"

"I'm sweating profusely. It's not because she's slow. She squeezed the stairs and the door with the big troops, white-eyed wolf."

Her mother laughed when she heard this. Aren't the two sisters exactly the same, one cursing the other, and the other scolding this.She grabbed the apple left by her sister and stuffed it into her younger sister's hand: "Get out of the way."

Yu Jiayue moved to the side and took a big bite, chewed halfway and said: "Mom, you don't know, I dragged her back then, and she spent time chatting with the newcomer, shit, they ignored her."

Fu Huai'an grabbed two of the doors of the refrigerator and closed the door of the refrigerator, and casually talked to her: "Is there any newcomers in your class?"

This class was very demanding when it was promoted to junior high school, so three or two classes were screened out of the whole grade, and they planned to use it for advertising after the senior high school entrance examination.

"No, if you ask me, there must be a background." Yu Jiayue vowed.

With a bang, someone closed the door.

"The one who can get into our class halfway should be a rich man. The principal has made a lot of money by accepting a student."

Hearing her say such words, Fu Huai'an gave her a complicated look.

The father threw the keys on the dining table and poked his head in: "What rich man?"

Yu Jiayue complained about her sister to his father again while eating the apples her sister washed, and then got to the point.

"What's it called, let me see if I know it."

Seeing her father sitting on the sofa, Yu Jiayue also abandoned her mother and went back to the living room.Mom always seems to think she is too young to discuss these topics with her. In fact, she is enough to chat with adults under the influence of her father's neighborhood.

"What's your name... Zheng Nianchu."

"Zheng Feng's daughter?" The father showed a subtle expression.

There was a sudden noise from the kitchen.

The people in the classroom are almost gone.

"where is your house?"

Zheng Nianchu didn't know how to answer when Lin Sheng asked such a question.Her thoughts immediately went back to the house where she grew up little by little in that huge city a few days ago, but it was already so far apart in just a few days.And, probably never going back.

The nails scratched the cover of the brand-new textbook, leaving a series of light marks on the edge.

Suddenly, the book in his hand was pulled out.

Lin Sheng found out the books to be read in the afternoon one by one, and arranged them neatly: "Where's your schoolbag?"

It was only then that Zheng Nianchu realized that she didn't even bring her schoolbag.

The two of them went downstairs together, and there was no sign of crowding at the door. In the direction of the door, there were basically only students who had bought lunch outside.

Zheng Feng's car was parked opposite, and he didn't drive in this time. When he saw her come out, he waved to her.

Lin Sheng didn't notice, and heard the person beside him say without thinking: "Thank you."

Thanks?Thanks for what?She responded to the meticulous care her father said?Black headband?Or something else?

After she regained consciousness, Zheng Nianchu has already quickened his pace and left her side.

Her tied-up hair was also so long, and she walked steadily without swaying too much. Her cute and delicate elf ears became more and more transparent in the outdoor sunlight.

After watching her get into a black car, Lin Sheng also turned into the staff dormitory beside him.

Zheng Feng turned the key, and the hum of the engine spread throughout the space: "How is it?"

He didn't know what to ask, whether to ask about the school, new classmates and new teachers, or about the textbooks and courses on her side.

Zheng Nianchu, who doesn't talk much, doesn't have much to talk about, and the people who can chat with him are even worse.If he really wanted to talk about studying, he must have lost his eyesight.It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I can no longer talk to people like I did in my student days.

Zheng Nianchu couldn't figure out what he was asking, and she didn't want to know so clearly, she herself was too lazy to answer.

"Ah."

That was the answer, whatever it was he was going to ask, that was the whole answer to all the questions.

Zheng Feng couldn't take it. The word "um" often does not contain information.

He thought for a while, until he passed a red light, he still couldn't think of other topics to talk about.

If he asks: How is the head teacher?Probably got the same word.So he told Zheng Nianchu almost to himself, how far it was to get home from here, what car to take, if he was walking, what kind of food he cooked for lunch.

It can also be regarded as the soundtrack that a little talk is better than nothing in the silent carriage.

In this way, a conversation about "brand new" was fooled by the father and daughter.

It's less than three stops from school to new home, and the same goes from home to school.Zheng Nianchu got up early for this purpose and walked there, familiarizing himself with the road and the various shops nearby.

It was still early to arrive at the school gate, and small vendors crowded the roadside, and there were more adults coming and going than students.All kinds of snacks are in front of you, buns, soy milk, pancakes, fried dough sticks, egg-filled pancakes...

In order to make some money, these people have more ideas than parents who rack their brains to feed their children. As long as you can eat in the morning, everything is sold here.

Zheng Nianchu packed bread and milk in her schoolbag, and she fried some quick-frozen dumplings by herself in the morning.But compared with the present, everything is too thin.

"Near the beginning."

Lin Sheng appeared out of nowhere and stood beside her.

She was still not used to calling her Nian Chu as soon as she opened her mouth today.Teacher Lin was kind, as if there was some origin between them that she didn't know about. For the sake of this unknown origin, she accepted that the other party called her that.

But what about Lin Sheng?They didn't even build up enough rapport with each other, and the other party obviously didn't flatter her because of her family background, so why did they just talk one after another as if they were already familiar with each other?

But even if Zheng Nianchu couldn't understand anymore, she would not tell the other party loudly: Please don't call me like that anymore, we don't seem to know each other well.

"Two biscuits."

Lin Sheng's voice reached her ears.While she was thinking about it, Lin Sheng stayed where she was and started talking with the stall owner next to her.

Before, she didn't realize that there was a food stall beside her.Her eyes were on other foods that seemed to be lively. In September, the steaming preserved egg and lean pork porridge and the vegetable porridge next to it, the minced braised pork and chicken breast almost broke the skin. Wheat burrito, and the golden crisp that the stall owner gently broke in half.

The smell of this small stall next to it is not strong, but the smell of sesame and high-temperature roasted starch.

Zheng Nianchu originally wanted to go away, but she didn't know which stall to go to, and she really wanted to see what this sesame seed cake, which was favored by Lin Sheng among the dazzling breakfast pile, was like.

Moreover, Lin Sheng was staring at her and smiling: "Have you eaten breakfast?"

This question is very simple, Zheng Nianchu replied: "Yeah."

"That's great."

Zheng Nianchu was very baffled, what a good way?She wasn't very curious, but she just kind of wanted to know.

The stall owner handed over the biscuits, packed in two paper bags.Lin Sheng took it and gave Zheng Nianchu one.

Zheng Nianchu was a little confused.

Before she had the final choice of rejecting or accepting, Lin Sheng had already taken two steps forward and turned to talk to her: "It's not enough to just eat this, if you haven't eaten, I'll take you there to drink Porridge."

Zheng Nianchu could understand this kind of movement, so she followed with the paper bag containing the hot biscuits.

Lin Sheng continued: "Vegetable porridge is the best. It is a diluted version of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. If you like rice wine, Jiuniang Yuanzi is also very good."

After walking a few steps, they opened the paper bag and squeezed some of the biscuits up from the bottom.

Only now did Zheng Nianchu see the appearance of the biscuits.It is not soft at all, it is straight like a soldier on guard, it must be baked crispy to have such an effect.But from the top, it is very thin, only a dozen sheets of paper thick.The surface of the cake is bright yellow, sprinkled with a few sesame seeds, and the sparse fillings can be vaguely seen through the light.

She took a bite, and sure enough, it was as crispy as she thought, and because it was baked with oil instead of deep fried, this kind of crispiness was a bit less greasy than the fried dough sticks just out of the pan.A trace of sweetness is mixed in the mainstream salty aroma, and it is hard to tell whether it is the sweetness of starch or the sugar in the minced meat of plum vegetables.

Zheng Nianchu thought, she remembered this taste, the first taste for this school and this city.

"We can make an appointment next time, and I'll bring you here for breakfast."

Zheng Nianchu likes it very much. If someone takes her to eat something fresh, it's as guaranteed as the biscuit in her hand without even thinking about it.

But at the same time, she knows that the "next time" time is likely to be far away, or even never happen in a lifetime.

She nodded and said "thank you".

At noon this day, her father had something to do not come home, which she heard occasionally yesterday.Such a situation is normal, no matter whether it is noon or evening, he has a lot of food to eat and wine to drink.In a new place, there may be more new friends, and "old friends" like Mr. Lin need to get together.

When the elevator arrived at the door of the house, she took out her schoolbag and took out a bunch of old keys.

She stared at the bunch of keys in a daze for a while.

This is the key to the previous home.She doesn't have the metal that can open the house in front of her.Father forgot to give it to her.

She knocked on the door.

No one should.

She knocked loudly, and the door opposite opened. Seeing that it was a little girl, she lowered her guard and asked her, "Is there no one?"

"Maybe."

She put away the keys, carried her schoolbag, and walked into the elevator again under the gaze of the aunt opposite.

She walked to the school along the gradually familiar road. She remembered that there was a seller of sesame seed cakes at the door, which were very thin and very fragrant. If the classroom door was not locked, she could stay inside until class.When you are sleepy, lie down on the table and squint for a while.

But the morning vendors are gone.

Not all of them are gone, the old lady selling minced pork burrito is still there, the couple who fill the pancake with eggs are also there, but the green vegetable porridge and sesame seed cake are gone.

Standing on the refreshed new map, she was confused, what should she eat among these things.

"Near the beginning?"