the girl i had a crush on

Chen Jinliang took the initiative to come to me to reconcile, the day after I was forced to run into her.

After I went home that night, the atmosphere at the dinner table was very dull. The three of us sat across from each other, burying our heads in eating, and no one spoke. Only the big ass Changhong color TV on the TV cabinet played the news on the old and dilapidated speakers. Hookup.My dad drank a whole glass of baijiu, and he is usually a non-drinker.

I had a rural household registration in other places until the 5th grade of elementary school. At that time, due to policy reasons, even if the foreign students finished junior high school in Nancheng, they could only return to the place where the registered permanent residence was located to take the senior high school entrance examination. My parents studied for me, tightened their belts, and worked hard. I pooled up 12 yuan and bought an old community house in the 70s in Nancheng. The community was originally a compound of a state-owned enterprise. 2007 was the first year when housing prices in Nancheng began to soar. , New buildings are being built everywhere, many people want to buy new buildings, and the old buildings are eager to sell, so the old house we bought at the time, 100 square meters, cost only 16 yuan. That place was a village in the city with chaotic law and order. The neighborhood is full of illegally remodeled rental houses of local people. The population density is extremely high, and piles of needles can often be seen in the alleys between the buildings. Move to Nancheng so that I can study.

In 2007, housing prices in Nancheng rose from less than 2000 yuan at the beginning of the year to 3500 yuan per square meter. In the following years, it has been soaring all the way, and it happened to coincide with the 08 Olympic Games. The nationwide environmental improvement movement is in full swing, and the Nancheng government has also started The demolition of illegal buildings and urban village improvement projects, another subway station started construction next to my house, and the market value of the house my parents bought for 16 yuan rose to nearly 200 million in the following years. Of course, this is a story.

In 07, my family was still quite poor. My father was a cement worker, and my mother worked as a waiter in a small restaurant near my home. The monthly income of the two of them was only more than 3000 yuan, and I had to borrow money from relatives to buy a house. Foreign debts, as well as supplementary tuition fees and tuition and miscellaneous fees collected by our school every three days, the family of three tightened their belts to live.

Far away.

In short, when I finished my homework that night and came out, I saw my mother rubbing safflower oil on my father's waist. I realized that he twisted his waist while carrying cement on the construction site during the day. He endured the pain and went to school to pick me up. When I picked up the clothes, I saw a large bruise on the waist, which was purple and black, and it was scary to look at.

Although my dad is a migrant worker, he is uneducated (he came out to work after graduating from junior high school), and he is different from other uneducated men. He looks thin and speaks softly. As far as I can remember, I have never heard it from him. A foul word, and I have never seen him show his chest in front of me once-even in the hottest time of summer.

I used to think that all the men in the world were like him, but later I found out that it wasn’t true. Just take the middle-aged boys in junior high school as an example. They are still boys from rich families. There are so many tricks, it's really annoying.

So that night was one of the rare times when I saw my dad lift up his shirt in the living room, and my mother poured safflower oil into her hands and rubbed them to warm them up. There were three deep grooves in the brows, the light couldn't shine in, and there were only three dark shadows.

You could tell by his expression that he was in pain, but he didn't make a sound.

I was so guilty and annoyed, I just wanted to slap myself twice, walked over, and whispered to him, "Dad... why don't you go to the hospital."

He raised his head, forcibly stretched his brows a little, and smiled at me, which was uglier than crying, "No, have you finished your homework?"

"Ah."

"Then go take a bath quickly, the water has already been boiled, you are now growing your body, you can't stay up late, be careful of stunted growth."

In fact, I was already 1 meters tall at that time, but I was very thin, only 71 kilograms, like a hemp stick, so they were always worried about my malnutrition, and bought me milk and bones to make soup, and they themselves could save a lot of money. A point is a point.

My eyeballs were hot and I wanted to cry, so I lowered my head and said yes, rushed into the kitchen, took the kettle off the stove, and turned on the water to take a bath.Yes, at that time my house didn’t have a water heater either, so I used the old-fashioned aluminum pot with a curved mouth to boil it, then poured it into a bucket and mixed it with cold water.

I know why my father insisted not to go to the hospital, he was afraid of spending money.Migrant workers do not have medical insurance, and it costs at least a few hundred to go to the hospital. For this kind of sprained waist, it is estimated that 2000 yuan will be gone after taking an X-ray and prescribing medicine. They must be reluctant.

I scolded myself in my heart, they gave everything for me, how can I have the face to think that they can't get on the stage, and how can I delay my studies because of the question of whether I am a perverted homosexual, can I be worthy of them?Besides, what's the use of worrying about it now?Anyway, my popularity in the class is not good, as long as I don't tell, who will find out?

From this, I made up my mind to devote all my energy to my studies, and I will discuss other issues after the college entrance examination.

After figuring this out, it was like opening a window in my heart, and I felt a lot more relaxed. That night, I apologized to my parents seriously, and talked about my plans for the next semester, and finally saw A long-lost smile appeared on his father's face.

Lying in bed at night, I made up my mind to apologize to Chen Jinliang early tomorrow morning.

Unexpectedly, she came to the classroom earlier than me. Before I put down my schoolbag, she went straight to my seat, put down a letter and ran away. A letter of apology.

Chen Jinliang's handwriting is very beautiful. It's not the kind of beauty that can be written with a sharp edge after practicing calligraphy, or the kind of square that a girl usually writes when she lies on the table, holds the pen with her fingers, and her eyes are almost on the table. beautiful shape.

I read her letter of apology and felt ashamed.

Chen Jinliang didn't do anything to apologize. Last time I was wrong, I lost my temper with her first, and she came to me to apologize first.

When I was reading in the morning, she passed me another note, writing: [Can you forgive me? >A<] is followed by her who taught me to recognize the emoticons. I smiled and was about to write something on her note when suddenly I pulled the note out of my hand with one hand and looked up. When I saw it, it was the Chinese teacher, standing by my desk and staring at me.

I panicked, stood up quickly, and waited tremblingly for her to disappear.

"You, and Chen Jinliang, go outside with your textbooks." The Chinese teacher squinted at me coldly.

Chen Jinliang and I looked at each other, so we had no choice but to obediently go out with the Chinese documents.

"The remaining people continue to recite the text, and prepare to recite it next time at the foot of Beigu Mountain." The Chinese teacher ordered in the classroom.

"Cibeigu Mountain, Tang, Wangwan..." The students in the classroom began to recite the text again as if they were chanting scriptures.

Chen Jinliang and I, two unlucky people who were killed to make an example, leaned against the wall outside the classroom with our textbooks on our backs. Neither of us spoke, just looked out of the corridor.

The corridor outside our classroom is facing the playground, and the other side of the playground is the direction of the rising sun.

It's late autumn now, the days are short and the nights are long, the temperature in the early morning is only a few degrees, and the breeze in the corridor is consistent and cool.

I'm born with a strong heart and I'm not afraid of the cold. The zipper of my school uniform is open, and the autumn wind blows in it is cool and refreshing, but Chen Jinliang shivered from the corner of my eye.

"Cold?" I lowered my head and asked her in a low voice.

Chen Jinliang tucked his hands into his sleeves, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, I made you stand with me."

"Anyway, I don't want to memorize the text. I just memorize some things over and over again. It's so annoying."

"That has to be memorized..." Before she finished speaking, she opened her mouth wide and sneezed.

As soon as I touched her hand tucked into the sleeve, it was cold, and I quickly took off my school uniform jacket to her, not forgetting to complain: "Don't you read the weather forecast? Don't you know how to add a sweater when you go out?"

"I'm already wearing a sweater..." Chen Jinliang wrapped my coat tightly and muttered in a low voice. Don't catch it right..."

Old Tang is the nickname of our Chinese teacher, and her surname is Tang.

Her complaints were nasal, like white rabbit toffee wrapped in a layer of glutinous rice paper, sweet and slightly milky. The light of the late autumn morning sun made the shadows of her two eyelashes long , and dyed the little fluff on her cheeks that is usually invisible to pink orange. I listened to her sweet and waxy little complaints, and I just wanted to pinch her face.

At that moment, my heart pounded against my chest, she suddenly looked up at me, her two black pearl-like round eyes were flickering, and the morning glow sprinkled her eyes with broken gold, I felt guilty and flustered She turned her face, coughed twice, pretended to be old-fashioned, and asked her: "What do you think I am doing?"

She jumped in front of me, with two small dimples in her smile, "Obviously you were the one who looked at me first."

The author has something to say:

In order to prevent misunderstandings, let me explain first. Although this article is written with the title of No.1, this article is indeed a fictional novel, and all the characters in the article are fictional.

It's not that I use "I" to write the article, the protagonist in the article is myself... (It's a mouthful, I don't know if readers understand it.)

In fact, I have never had any relationship experience since I was born single == (so sad)

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感谢在2020-06-2023:29:58~2020-06-2400:19:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of uncle in pants;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!