Her father is a teacher

Early in the morning, it was still dark.Lin Sheng woke up.

She slept lightly that night, and when she woke up, she woke up as if she had never slept at all. Her eyes were clear and bright, and they were the reflection of the moon in the sky.

It was Zheng Nianchu who woke up earlier than her, looking at the screen of the mobile phone blindly to clean up.She must have worn a down jacket today, and the sound of friction between the fabrics rustled in her ears, reaching her ears on the pillow.

Zheng Nianchu put the clothes that belonged to her in the closet into a few pieces that she often wears. She and Lin Sheng are about the same height, she is a little taller, but not too tall, and there are times when they wear each other's clothes.If you stay, Lin Sheng can also wear it.Even if you take it away, maybe she will grow a little longer and won't be able to wear it.

There are so many things that I can't take away, not just the ones in this closet.Gently placed on the chair, she stacked or rolled them into the box, with a few books and notes on the bottom of the box.She is no longer the Zheng Nianchu who had to bring old books with her when she moved a few years ago.

Just like wearing clothes may make you grow taller, and textbooks will change their appearance when they arrive in Yancheng. Both time and space have the ability to change things. She didn't know it before, but now she knows it.

She squatted on the ground, stuffed a sweater into the gap next to her jacket, raised her head and found Lin Sheng's eyes, sober and calm.In such a stare, Zheng Nianchu was a little stunned in surprise, she couldn't help being silent, but this confrontation didn't last long, she lowered her head, pulled the last scarf from the chair, folded it and put it in.

In fact, it didn't matter whether Lin Sheng knew or didn't know, she just couldn't bear to wake her up early in the morning.Early morning is the coldest time of the day.

If you are ready to give up, you don’t need to bring a lot of things, and tidying up is actually a thing that won’t last long.It's just that such a light pack often makes people feel that they haven't packed it well, and there are still many things that should be packed.

He sat up, didn't make a sound, got up without getting dressed, sat with a blank expression on his face, his eyes followed Zheng Nianchu who was packing his luggage, and gradually his back bent down unconsciously.

The fingertips were cold from the cold, glowing light red, spreading all the way to the back of half the hand.

"charger."

These words resounded in the quiet room.Being reminded, Zheng Nianchu stood up and opened the drawer, and found other things to take away except the charger.

In the handicraft class, Lin Sheng made a small woodcarving for her, and the two of them went to the small temple behind Huaishan to seek amulets, and many other small things. Son.

Putting everything in the box, she put the open box aside and squatted down. The light on the phone screen dimmed, and then went out again quickly.

The room was plunged into darkness, and when the nerves adapted to the darkness, it was dyed the deep purple of the night, which was lighter than the pitch black, so that they could see each other in this night.

The rustling sound of rubbing could be heard clearly again, Lin Sheng put on his coat and was ready to get up.The moment the bedside table lamp was turned on, Zheng Nianchu's eyes dodged for a moment under the bright white light, as if he was dazzled by the sudden light.

"Did it bother you?" she asked.

Lin Sheng got out of bed, opened the other drawers that Zheng Nianchu hadn't opened, helped her tidy up, stacked those small things neatly in the box, squatted down, and just happened to be at eye level with Zheng Nianchu. "Have you already thought about it?"

Zheng Nianchu was silent.

"You haven't thought about countermeasures at all, you just want to escape?"

"We have no countermeasures," Zheng Nianchu said calmly, "and there will be none."

When her relationship with Lin Sheng was about to stand opposite Lin Zhengwang and Fu Huaining, she began to feel ashamed and gave up unconditionally.She is the most unstable element in this family, and her blood has a history of those crimes.

She was already at a low point morally and emotionally.

Lin Sheng covered her face with cold hands, making her more awake in this early morning than every second in the previous half winter.Compared to Zheng Nianchu's rationality, her struggles seemed paranoid and stupid, she was stuck in a quagmire and tried to save herself powerlessly.

"I send you."

Zheng Nianchu looked out the window, the breath exhaled from his nose was white with water vapor. "It's too cold in the morning, don't go out."

Lin Sheng was obsessed with this: "I'll see you off."

"Catch up on your sleep while it's still early."

Lin Sheng reiterated again: "I'll see you off."

I ran into a breakfast car on the road and bought two cups of porridge.Porridge is the usual eight-treasure porridge, although there are only three or four ingredients.But on such days, it can also transform into the so-called Laba porridge.

There is no difference.

After eating the sweet and hot porridge, even Lin Sheng didn't feel cold anymore, and even sat down on the cold seat of the new train station.

The update of Huaihai City first started from here. It looks very grand, but there are few people in the small town, and it is around five o'clock in the morning. The lights are bright but empty and gloomy.

No matter what you say when you should be silent, it is meaningless.

They did not make any promises to each other, no one said to wait for me, or I will wait for you.They are seldom affected by their emotions, and they see things too clearly and too thoroughly.

Maybe as time goes by, as years go by, they change too much.Maybe each other will slowly fade away, and those feelings will fade away.Perhaps for the sake of the other party, when you are young, you will not make those bound vows, let the person you like step into the mainstream, get married and have children.

They think with reason beyond their age, which is often wrong at their age.A heart filled with pure love, unwilling to let the other party bear a little bit of his youthful mistakes, unwilling to bind her to become her future bondage.

Zheng Nianchu dragged his suitcase to the ticket gate, then suddenly turned his head and asked, "Will you come in two years?" Come to Yancheng.

"I..." She once agreed to go to Yancheng.Unlike many people who are aimless and only choose a school after their grades are out, she has already thought about it, and she has already thought about her major.

Zheng Nianchu answered himself: "Jiayue should."

"Yes." There was nothing else to say, Lin Sheng agreed dryly.

"I..." Zheng Nianchu said, but she was also like Lin Sheng, unable to complete a sentence.

I'm waiting for you.No one dared to say the next two words.

"I'm leaving." She picked it up, without looking at Lin Sheng's expression and response, she simply turned around.

As soon as he turned around, tears fell down precisely.

The rushing crowd is indifferent, with big bags and small bags on the platform, one by one passing cars, she passed the same indifferent ticket inspector, her face was sloppy, no one saw her, and the people who could see were behind her, gradually The line drifted away.

When she was about to board the train, the conductor with smiling folds at the corners of her eyes helped her carry the heavy box onto the train, wiped off her gloves, and wiped her tears with rough but warm hands: "Why are you crying?"

She couldn't control herself and burst into tears: "I'm homesick."

Her shoulders trembled, she couldn't bear the backpack on her body, and her crying sound was so sad and pitiful that on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the conductor who was still walking on the track all day couldn't help but pat her on the head.

Like every fragile, lonely child who is far away from his hometown, he thinks of the river of his hometown, the mountains of his hometown, the crane that has been raised above his head for several years and will continue to be raised, the old acquaintances of the neighborhood that are about to be forgotten, and the growing A distant relative, a bowl of hot porridge.

The distant wind is shut out of the car window, and so is the distant Huaihai City.

Goodbye.