rice story

Cheng Yunpeng never felt that he was a person worthy of envy.At least not every family reunion day.

Cheng Yunpeng locked the door tightly, sat at the desk wearing earphones but did not turn on the music, just listened through the earphones to the parents in the living room who hadn't seen each other for a long time and started arguing with each other as soon as they met.

The voices of both sides are getting higher and higher, gradually approaching the roar...

Just when Cheng Yunpeng had a premonition that bloodshed was about to happen in the next step according to the usual practice, he finally heard a "clang" sound, and the glass plate containing the fruit was slammed to the ground.

"Well, it was 3 minutes earlier than expected." Cheng Yunpeng raised his hand to look at his watch, pursed his lips, smiled bitterly, and then reached out and turned on the switch of the player.

It has been almost two months since the start of high school, but Cheng Yunpeng has never been surprised by what might happen.

Nothing has changed.

Ranking first in the grade, joining the city's famous school badminton team, the teachers' intentional or unintentional favoritism, and several love letters returned in front of the girls.

Lying on a small bed in the attic at home, Cheng Yunpeng read "Disqualification in the World" again, feeling a little boring.

So he put the book next to the pillow, raised his right arm and put it behind his head, staring blankly at the night sky where there were no stars at all.

Cheng Yunpeng's parents agreed that for the child's growth, there will be a regular family reunion every month.

However, the so-called reunion has developed to the present.Except for the silent three eating at the same table, there was only a sleepless quarrel all night long.

Cheng Yunpeng felt that as a reason for reunion, he was powerless to resist and slightly redundant.

Cheng Yunpeng felt upset. He had just taken advantage of the gap between the two of them to quarrel half an hour ago, and ran from the room near the living room to the attic of this side wing.

He felt that his feelings for the two people downstairs could not be called love or hate, at most it was boredom, the kind of boredom that he wanted to avoid when he looked at it.

It would be great if he could become independent soon, which Cheng Yunpeng often looks forward to.Facing his biological parents, Cheng Yunpeng often has a kind of sadness that cannot be escaped...

"Cheng Yunpeng, wait a minute." After school in the afternoon, the class teacher stopped Cheng Yunpeng: "Here is an application form for this year's Mathematical Olympiad. In our school, only sophomores can participate, but the teachers think you can try it."

Cheng Yunpeng took the watch and told the teacher to go back and think about it before giving him an answer.He rode his bicycle back home as usual. He sat on the sofa for a while and then stood up. He went straight to the garage downstairs to push the bike out, and rode all the way to the outskirts of the city.

There is a villa on the outskirts of the city that is the ancestral property of the Cheng family. It is not appropriate to say that the villa is actually a small two-story building.The room has not been carefully decorated, it is ordinary.

Except for the part-time workers who are hired once a month to clean, only Cheng Yunpeng occasionally comes to look at it.

This was left to Cheng Yunpeng after the grandfather of the Cheng family passed away.

Cheng Yunpeng felt that this small house, together with the past with his grandfather when he was a child, was almost his only beautiful concern in this world.

Cheng Yunpeng pushed the car into the entrance and parked it, then walked sideways into the house.He went straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room and opened the curtains, the sunlight flooded in, causing Cheng Yunpeng to squint his eyes uncontrollably.

The sunshine in the autumn afternoon is usually not so hot, Cheng Yunpeng is a little bit confused, and always feels that something may be different today.

He sat in front of the coffee table and saw a photo of himself in the third grade of elementary school under the glass of the coffee table with Grandpa Cheng holding his arms.

I feel like I haven't laughed so happily for a long time, it's vague and vague.

Cheng Yunpeng couldn't help staring at the photo for a long time, gradually felt his eyes were a little moist, and suddenly wanted to avoid that smile.

So he fished in his pocket, took out a piece of paper folded into a square, spread it out without thinking, and put it on top of the photo... Then, Cheng Yunpeng saw the words "XX District High School" written on the paper. Mathematical Olympiad Qualifier Application Form".

Cheng Yunpeng felt even more upset. He took out a pen from his pocket and took off the cap.

Draw a big cross on the application form.

Cheng Yunpeng didn't know what he was angry about, but he couldn't help being depressed.He knew that his classmates were secretly calling him Lone Ranger and Black Faced Ghost.

Even though he felt like he never cared.

After sitting for a while, Cheng Yunpeng stood up and was about to leave.

This has always been the case. Cheng Yunpeng rode his bicycle for a long time to the outskirts of the city, but he only sat in the house for a few minutes before leaving.

Cheng Yunpeng reversed the car and pushed it out from the porch, put the car on the ground, closed the door with his feet, and then got on the car, ready to ride to the main road.

Before leaving, he glanced back casually...

It seems to vaguely see a corner of white cardboard protruding from the gap in the letterbox by the door.

Cheng Yunpeng was surprised.So I got out of the car, walked back to the door and opened the mailbox—a few postcards.Cheng Yunpeng took it out, and saw a few big words written on the first postcard at a glance.

"Idiot Cheng, do you still remember who I am?"

Cheng Yunpeng burst out laughing, his crooked eyes looked at the crooked words on the cardboard, and he let out a slight annoyance.

"idiot."

After returning home, Cheng Yunpeng quickly walked back to his room, walked to the desk, threw the key on the table, and spread the three postcards tightly squeezed all the way face up on the table.

Sitting on a chair, Cheng Yunpeng looked at the first picture with an old fisherman in ancient style, the second picture with the night scene of the Bund in Shanghai, and the third picture with Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.I sigh secretly that Zhao Dami's style is really nowhere to be found.

Cheng Yunpeng flipped through the postcards one by one, and placed the side with the words on it facing up.I saw those crooked fonts again.

"I went to the amusement park today and rode the roller coaster. It was fun. Have you ever ridden it?"

"Guess where I am? Haha, can't you guess? By the way, is Wuxi very close to Shanghai?"

"Idiot Cheng, do you still remember who I am?"

Cheng Yunpeng looked at these postcards front and back, read them several times again, and found that except for the address stamp on the postmark, there was almost no other sender information left, just three simple sentences plus The address on the address bar, and nothing else.

Not even the word "Zhao Dami".

Cheng Yunpeng shook his head, smiled wryly, and found out that the idiot Zhao Dami finally sent a letter, and he actually planned to not even give him the chance to reply to the letter, which was both funny and unreasonable.

He lay down on the ground, stretched one arm under the bed and dug out for a while, dragged out a large square moon cake box, put the three postcards in it one by one, closed the lid gently, and put the box in the On the shelf of the bookcase.

On the second day, Cheng Yunpeng's mood became much lighter in an instant, and usually his depression period lasts at least a week after the family reunion day.

But Cheng Yunpeng didn't seem to be aware of this. It wasn't until the badminton court for extracurricular activities in the afternoon that he suddenly realized that he was actually smiling and practicing swinging against the wall.

The two girls in the same grade in the team hesitantly pushed each other to come to Cheng Yunpeng, Cheng Yunpeng felt it, so he turned his head to look at them, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Hi!"

The training in the team is not too tiring for Cheng Yunpeng. As a new player, the time he can play is always infinitely less than the time he spends standing in the corner and swinging his racket.

Cheng Yunpeng never expected that he would be like the heroine in the girl comics, who suddenly became famous from a corner boy and finally won the hearts of thousands of girls.

He simply likes badminton, and he always remembers that his grandfather would take him to the square near his home to play badminton on weekend afternoons during the summer vacation when he was a child.He couldn't bear to forget that kind of feeling - the little him ran down the square trying to catch the ball thrown by his grandfather, sweating profusely.

Having said that, Cheng Yunpeng never seems to care about the girl's heart.

The two girls around seemed to be flattered by Cheng Yunpeng's initiative to greet them, and they took a long time to react before they came closer quietly.

"Student, can we practice sparring with you instead?"

According to the past practice, Cheng usually either leaves or refuses any requests from girls to get closer, and there are almost no exceptions.

But this time, Cheng Yunpeng looked at the two girls who greeted each other with smiling faces, and his mood seemed to brighten. He nodded, pointed to an empty space next door and asked, "It's right there, is it okay?"

The ball skills of the two girls are actually not bad, whether they are hitting or pushing the ball, they are quite powerful.After a cycle, Cheng Yunpeng was sweating profusely, feeling inexplicably happy.

So he looked at these two girls with admiration.

After practice, Cheng Yunpeng walked to the locker room with the two girls.After walking for a while, Cheng Yunpeng took the initiative to introduce himself to one of the girls: "My name is Cheng Yunpeng."

The girl turned her face and smiled at him: "I know, my name is Liu Miao."

The girl paused and then smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to play very well."

Cheng Yunpeng looked at her, puzzled: "What is 'also'?"

Another girl poked her head out from beside Liu Miao, immediately took over the conversation and said loudly with a smile.

"She means, as a school grassroots and a top student, you are actually an athlete, and she thinks you are too perfect!"

The girl looked at Cheng Yunpeng, walked around with a smile, stood on Cheng Yunpeng's right hand, and said, "By the way, my name is Zhang Yang."

Cheng Yunpeng turned his eyes to follow the direction of her movement, and after hearing her finish, he asked doubtfully, "What school grass?"

Zhang Yang laughed even more, raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "No way, you don't know?"

Then he turned his head to look at Liu Miao on the other side, and continued.

"When we first entered school, a few senior senior sisters initiated a public vote on our school's forum. I remember that the results of the vote were posted on the forum's homepage for several weeks. Cheng Yunpeng, you were elected with a high number of votes!"

Zhang Yang bent down and said to Liu Miao across Cheng Yunpeng, "Liu Miao, you said, this incident was obviously a sensation at the time!"

Liu Miao nodded slightly in response to Cheng Yunpeng's dull eyes that showed her ignorance: "Yeah."

Cheng Yunpeng smiled at her with an embarrassed expression, then turned to look at Zhang Yang.

He didn't notice that Liu Miao slowly lowered his head in an invisible place on the other side of him, showing an imperceptible smile.

Zhang Yang happily chatted nonsense with Cheng Yunpeng, and walked to the door of the locker room after a while.The three nodded to each other to say goodbye, and Cheng Yunpeng turned around and walked towards the men's locker room.

After taking two steps, I heard Zhang Yang from behind saying loudly: "Hey, school girl, let's meet again next time?"

Cheng Yunpeng didn't look back, and replied: "Okay."

I don't know if it was because I played badminton too happily, or because I finally received a postcard from Zhao Dami again.Cheng Yunpeng sat on the sofa in the living room of his grandfather's house, holding the postcard he just took out from the mailbox outside the door, and looked at it with a smile.It says--

"Cheng Yunpeng, do you still remember Stained? I suddenly remembered today, we left in such a hurry that we forgot to go to the train station to ask if we found it. Do you think my master is too irresponsible?"

Idiot Zhao Dami.

Cheng Yunpeng smiled and said to himself in a low voice: "So it's the word 'dirty', I thought it was whimpering. The name Zhao Dami chose is really, um~ a dog is like its owner."

Cheng Yunpeng smiled softly, then stood up, rode home, and carefully put the new postcard into the mooncake box.

Since Zhao Dami deliberately did not leave his address, he probably wanted to keep some privacy between each other.Cheng Yunpeng suddenly remembered the last day at the police station——Although Zhao Dami didn't say anything, Cheng Yunpeng always felt that Zhao Dami's statement that I don't have a phone at home meant something deliberately concealed.

After all, it was a chance encounter.Cheng Yunpeng thought about it, and didn't delve into it any further.

For some reason, Cheng Yunpeng's high school life suddenly became clearer. Although there is still a long way to go with his friends, because Cheng Yunpeng is no longer as stern as he was when he first entered school, he and his classmates The relationship between them has gradually eased a lot.

In addition to family reunion days, even Cheng Yunpeng himself found that almost every day seemed to find some reason to smile.The way the students called him behind his back also changed from Lone Ranger Black-faced Beast to Cheng Xiaocao.When Cheng Yunpeng heard it occasionally, he just smiled and was noncommittal.

During the team practice twice a week, Cheng Yunpeng became more and more active. The captain of the team came to ask him if he would like to join the second echelon of the team as an alternate.Cheng Yunpeng agreed without thinking.

As a result, Cheng Yunpeng's training in the team became more and more busy, and the team assigned him a brother to do one-on-one orientation training.Zhang Yang and Liu Miao were also selected into the women's team. Except for the occasional time when both parties were free, Cheng Yunpeng seldom made appointments with Zhang Yang and Liu Miao.

Zhao Dami's postcards would occasionally be sent, and Cheng Yunpeng read them carefully several times each time, and then carefully received them in the mooncake box.

Most of the content mentioned in the postcards is scattered, and Cheng Yunpeng also has good and bad moods according to the content of Zhao Dami's postcards.

Sometimes it was because Zhao Dami picked up 10 yuan, sometimes he was scolded by the teacher because he failed in physics, sometimes he complained angrily that he was deliberately bumped into by the school bully and he didn't dare to fight back, sometimes it was Banhua who laughed at him in class I laughed and guessed that Ban Hua seemed to have a crush on him...

Looking at Zhao Dami's postcard, Cheng Yunpeng felt as if he was watching Zhao Dami's life.Occasionally, I have the urge to reply, and I want to ask him if he has made new friends in the new school, whether the teacher treats him well, and whether he has found Stained.

But helplessly, Zhao Dami still didn't take the initiative to disclose any contact information of himself, so Cheng Yunpeng had to think for a while, and endured the urge to participate rather than watch.

Since he doesn't want to, don't force it, Cheng Yunpeng thinks, that's fine.