Her father is a teacher

"Huh..." They heard each other's breath, in a safe area separated by a closed door.

In the quiet bedroom, Lin Sheng and Zheng Nianchu sniggered unconsciously. They didn't feel their own expressions, but after getting along for a long time, they were too easy to infect and empathize with each other. One glance at the blurred reflection in each other's eyes quickly realized , they have the same expression.

Mixed in the joy are the negative emotions of the two people, which are full of sense of crisis, guilt, and worrying about gains and losses.Like an unprepared exam, the outcome depends entirely on the assault on the eve.

You always have to think about it.

It is impossible to accept that sudden situation, and being caught off guard will only pull everything into the most terrible situation.Passively letting things go downhill in a bad direction will make everything impossible to save.So the imminent thinking begins here, and the two sides do not interfere with each other but are entangled with each other.

They can't think about this matter away from each other, even if they are as cold as Zheng Nianchu, and put aside their own private thoughts, they still have to imagine a peaceful life so that Lin Sheng will not lose her.Because she knew that Lin Sheng didn't want to lose her.

Not to mention Lin Sheng.Most of the time, she has the chance to win, and even when facing adults, she never loses because of her age. She thinks that she can understand other people's hearts, and she will be more persistent at any time because she is sure, or there is nothing wrong with being stubborn.She likes Zheng Nianchu, she is determined to be with Zheng Nianchu, no matter in school or later, no matter in Huaihai City or Yancheng.

"Tomorrow is Laba."

Zheng Nianchu subconsciously answered, "Really."

A familiar smile appeared on Lin Sheng's face: "Yes, why did you forget this? I don't know if I will spend it with my aunt's house. After all, it is not an important festival. The winter solstice was also We have eaten together, and there will be a new year in the future, so it is reasonable to say that we will not, but tomorrow is the weekend, everyone has time, it is good to get together in the cold weather."

She rambled on a lot, and she also talked about going to ask her parents.

"Lin Sheng." Zheng Nianchu interrupted her.But Lin Sheng looked at her and said nothing, she didn't know what to say.It seems that a bunch of good threads are wrapped around the spool in a swirl shape, only the thread ends are messed up several times, and it looks neat, and I will find the starting point soon, but I can't find it after looking for a long time, and I have no clue.

Simply using her usual method, she cut it open with a sharp knife, always giving the pinhole a thread that can be connected. "What should I do?" Lin Sheng could understand no matter what she said.

But Lin Sheng was most afraid of her being so one-size-fits-all, calm and indifferent.It's like she once cut her hair neatly, but now it only grows to her shoulders, and it's like she avoided it a while ago and said directly that she would sleep separately.Then is it possible for her to use the same method in the future, in order not to let the family leave without looking back because of any conflicts with her?

She can do it.

She helped Zheng Nianchu's shoulder, Zheng Nianchu reflected in her pupils seemed to be hidden in a cloud of light gray, that gray was mist, melancholy, all bad and unpleasant things. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, at least after Laba. You know I'll take care of it, you trust me, huh?"

Her voice has always been persuasive, and this persuasiveness stems from her ability to keep the promises she made.So after a while of self-examination, Zheng Nianchu lowered his eyelids and nodded, expressing his trust.

"it is good."

No matter what, she always believed in Lin Sheng.

After negotiating these things, the bad things can be put on hold for the time being. Today and tomorrow are all relaxed and happy days. On weekends and holidays, even the strictest parents have to relax.In the suddenly relaxed atmosphere in the room, the warm atmosphere before the festival in every household faintly permeated.

Lin Sheng's palm was still Zheng Nianchu's shoulder, wrapped in layers of winter clothes.Her mood became lighter, her body seemed to be warming up again, and she happened to hear Zheng Nianchu ask: "Then what shall we do now?"

After hearing this, Lin Sheng hesitated for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and met Zheng Nianchu's puzzled eyes with a twinkle in his eyes: "Kiss, okay?"

"Ah?" Zheng Nianchu's face quickly turned pink.

Right at this moment, the door was knocked, and Lin Sheng noticed that Zheng Nianchu's shoulders were tight, and there was a light crease between his brows.

She blinked and comforted, "Don't worry, it's locked."

She got up leisurely and went to open the door. Lin Zhengwang was outside the door, and told them to go to my aunt's house for dinner tomorrow.She turned her head into the room: "Let me just say it."

"Hehe," the father smiled, and called them both again, "Your mother made pear soup, come out and have a bowl."

Drinking pear soup stewed with rock sugar in winter sounds chilly, but it is actually hot and sweet, which is really warm.It was originally cooked by Fu Huaining for her husband, but in the past few days he suddenly started coughing and couldn't stop to rest during lectures.

"Got it, let's go."

She turned around and walked into the house, Lin Zhengwang closed the door behind him.

"Do you want to drink?" She bent down and asked Zheng Nianchu who was sitting on the chair. This action made Zheng Nianchu feel surrounded by Lin Sheng.

Of course drink, she hummed.

"But I didn't kiss you just now." Lin Sheng smiled again, and there was a sly taste in his smile.

Zheng Nianchu blushed again: "Now, why are you always like this..."

"Don't you like it?"

"Not really."

"Is that like?"

"It's just... not bad."

"That's why I like it." Lin Sheng stamped it.

Zheng Nianchu raised his head and made a weak protest: "Hey, don't talk to yourself like this..."

The slightly surprised eyes calmed down, and the rest of the words were silent in the kiss that seemed to melt rock sugar.

"Why don't you come, it's getting cold so fast in this winter." Fu Huaining frowned.

"I'll tell you, whoever drinks will serve, and what will you do to serve them?"

"I'll shoot you later, I'll take a look." Fu Huaining put down the bowl and walked over. The door was unlocked, and there was a small gap clearly showing the light inside.She pushed away directly: "You..."

The air was stagnant, like a handful of ice picks, piercing the chest cavity of the two people in the room. A large amount of air rushed in fiercely, and then leaked out in all directions.

Bang.

The door was slammed shut.Together with the hearts of the two people in the room who quickly bulged and then burst.

This time it was closed to death.You don't need to reach out to make sure the deadbolt is firmly seated in its cage.

The atmosphere in the room was congealed and oppressed, like thick ink-colored jelly.But just a few seconds passed by, and this time they couldn't even look at each other.Hug together fragilely, leaning on each other's shoulders, warm and not alone, and have their own independent space.

You know that eye contact is a more explicit form of meeting than physical contact, and even souls are mixed together.

In the quiet night and the quiet room, even the movement outside could not be stopped by two layers of walls.They heard the suffocating silence, responded to Lin Zhengwang's question after question, and finally turned behind the door of the master bedroom.

Fu Huaining's hysteria, hoarseness after suppression, self-blame under the control of the remaining rationality, and lamentation and anger at the repeated tragic fate of the family.It was a storm, a hailstorm, ringing in the ears of the two hugging each other.

After a long time, even the sobbing after the storm had stopped, Lin Zhengwang came to knock on the door, and it was Lin Sheng who opened it again.Zheng Nianchu sat alone in the two chairs. She lowered her head and turned to this side, but her gaze was on the floor.

"Can... talk?"

"Tomorrow. Let's talk tomorrow." Lin Sheng refused.

Lin Zhengwang didn't expect that he would get such a response. As an adult, he has higher family status and even school status than minors.But he still thoughtfully agreed: "Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Tomorrow is Laba.

But when the so-called tomorrow came, Lin Zhengwang urgently knocked on Lin Sheng's door and asked her, "Where is Nianchu?"

Lin Sheng's eyes were sleepy, and he tilted his head very bluntly: "Can't you see the big piece of paper on the table?"

That harsh Lin Sheng appeared again.