delicate flowers and weeds

Tang Hua sat sideways on the window sill.

He bends his knees and hangs his legs, the phone screen goes off and on in his hands, lights up and closes, and falls silent.

Fei Cao's scholarship was issued, and before he had time to think of a way to deal with it, the matter passed.

Chen Yunjiao was also forcibly sent to the hospital, where she recuperated.

It stands to reason that the world is peaceful, Haiyan and Heqing are clear, and everyone is happy.

But Tang Hua always felt that something was wrong.

For example, Xu Duanhong has not come to class for a long time, for example, Jiang Mingyuan has lost track...

But all these things are not something that the young master should worry about now, because the monthly exam is coming.

The mid-month exam is divided into two days, the first day is Chinese and mathematics, and the second day is comprehensive English, according to the college entrance examination ranking table.

Tang Hua herself wasn't too nervous yet, the Tang's villa was silently bustling at six o'clock: Tang's mother pointed at the two nannies to make soup, and she was going to go in and watch for herself later.

Before leaving, Tanghua was stuffed with two eggs, and Tang's mother said brokenly: "Good things come in pairs, Xiaohua'er will definitely get full marks today."

Tang Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, the first class is Chinese, even Fei...even if I'm at the same table, he can't get full marks."

Everyone in the Tang family knew that the youngest son had made friends on the first day of school, and he was No. 1 in every school, big and small.

Mother Tang said "Bah Bah" twice, and quickly changed her words: "Then let our little Hua get a high score."

The exam started at [-]:[-] in the morning. Yesterday afternoon, the teacher left some students behind, moved the tables to arrange the exam room, pasted the exam number and installed the shield. Now half of the desks and chairs are sitting alone in the classroom.

Tang Hua arrived more than an hour early, and there were already many people lying on the table looking at something.

Yesterday, the Chinese teacher raised his voice, and his usually quietest temper became a bit ferocious: "Tomorrow, in the Chinese test, if there are still people who make mistakes in filling in the blanks, I won't punish you for copying. What's the point of copying? I'll take your wrong answers Print thousands of copies and distribute one to each class, so that they can see the level of our students."

what……? ?

Public execution? !

Ginger is still old and spicy.

The language teacher is in charge of offices of various sizes in the first building of the second year of high school, and printers are readily available.

The cloud of gloom was gloomy, and Zhou Rong, who was usually the most arrogant, now also had dark circles on his face, standing next to Chen Ziqing, remembering something with a face of resignation.

When you get closer, you can still hear the voice of hating iron but not steel:

"I've said it all, here is Qu Yuan's "Mrs. Xiang"...Okay, don't ask me who Mrs. Xiang is!"

Zhou Rong was aggrieved, Tiehan burst into tears: "I remembered, but I didn't remember qwq..."

It subverted the usual mode of getting along between the two of them.

Fei Cao sat in the first row in the classroom, and the test number: 001 was clearly posted on the upper right corner of the desk.

Tang Hua asked: "At the same table, are you nervous?"

Fei Cao had a half-smile: "You're asking about this exam?"

Tang Hua nodded.

Fei Cao: "Don't be nervous."

Tang Hua covered her mouth and smiled: "You should be nervous, you are not afraid that I will surpass you, will you sit in this position next time?"

Fei Cao also smiled: "Don't be afraid, if you want to sit, I will let you sit."

The exam time was two and a half hours, and it was already 11:30 after the exam. Tang Hua and Fei Cao made an appointment to go out to eat together after the exam.

The Chinese papers are quite satisfactory, and the difficulty is average. As for the paper score, which makes the teacher feel heartbroken, it does not affect Tang Hua. He controls the speed of writing, and the font is neat and fluid.

He put down the pen half an hour in advance, and the exam is not allowed to hand in the paper too early.

Tang Hua checked briefly.

The topic of the composition this time is about "dreams". He used the usual accumulation of materials to write a model essay. The writing style is beautiful, but it is not his dream.

He propped his chin, feeling a little dazed for a while:

A young man like him doesn't know what sorrow is, and he doesn't have the secondary thoughts of expressing sorrow.

A rich man like him doesn't know what to worry about, as if he can live well as long as he walks any way, and because of this, he doesn't know which way to go.

……

When the exam bell rang, the teacher asked all the students to stand up, and then collected the test papers one by one from beginning to end.

Those dazed thoughts were also thrown away.

The students entered the mountains like birds returning home, and left in twos and threes or in groups.

The environment after the No. [-] Middle School exam is very relaxed, probably to relieve the pressure on the students. After the exam, the restrictions are very low, and they are very tolerant. The school gate is wide open, and there are many snacks selling nearby.

Now is the hottest time of the year, but also the most green season.

Outside the campus, there are shady plane trees and spots of light. They walked through the back door. There is a street full of food and bustle. They have been with No. [-] Middle School for many years.

Yesterday, Tanghua searched and searched on his mobile phone, and finally settled on a stir-fry restaurant. It is a duplex on the second floor. It is one of the few star-studded restaurants nearby. various customer groups.

When Tanghua called to book a private room, the restaurant said it was full.

He mentioned it casually, and Fei Cao asked, "Do you really want to eat that much?"

Tang Hua nodded: "Yes."

He eloquently listed the shop's signature dishes, all of which are delicious in color, fragrance, and taste, and there is nothing bad about the dishes he has eaten, all of which he saw on the Internet.

Fei Cao couldn't laugh or cry: "Then let's go."

Then there is a private room, which is the best one in the store. It is next to the window on the second floor, and the decorations are also unique. The blue and white porcelain bottom, the freehand style, and the black fish are not inferior to some star hotels.

Zhou Rong and Chen Ziqing were already waiting there.

Since the milk tea shop, these four people have gotten closer and closer. Zhou Rong always takes care of the young master, and Chen Ziqing always sticks to each other. Over time, they formed a unique group.

Their relationship can't be said to be very good. For example, Zhou Rong still doesn't like Fei Cao, and keeps saying "the surname is Fei", and has never called him by his full name a few times. Blushed and trembled at every turn.

But there is still something different.

For example, when Zhou Rong heard some students gathered to talk about grass, he would kick open the door and curse back in a vicious voice. Another example was that they even had a WeChat group of four.

Zhou Rong was ordering. He looked at the group messages on the WeChat interface, and said to the waiter: "Well, don't put chopped green onion in this dish, but also this, less oil... yes, yes, less ginger, or you can put it Let it go, but don't let us eat it with this taste...and that dish, it can't be too sweet..."

He blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

waiter:"……"

Fake smiles, we are professionals.

Zhou Rong thought he didn't hear clearly, so he asked again: "Do you remember?"

The waiter looked at the two densely written pages on his order menu, and there was still a lot of it that he didn't understand clearly, and the streaks on his face showed the urge to twitch.

But he was also afraid that if he said "I didn't remember", the other party would repeat it again.

So he hurriedly said: "Remember."

When Tang Hua and Fei Cao came in, they had drinks in their hands, which tasted like milk.

Each person has a cup with ice, once inside the room, it turns from hot to cold, and the mist is very strong, and a layer of water droplets forms on the outside of the cup, which feels cold and wet to the touch.

Fei Cao put away the umbrella, and he sat next to Tang Hua, naturally took out a tissue to help him wipe the cup before pushing it over.

The two people involved felt that these small details were normal, Zhou Rong didn't think anything of the thick lines, only Chen Ziqing looked here several times, hesitant to speak, stopped talking and wanted to speak, and finally didn't say it.

Zhou Rong slapped him on the head: "What are you looking at?"

He scanned the young master's paper cup before suddenly realizing: "Well, it's wet, it needs to be wiped."

He also pushed it of course, bossing around: "Bookworm, wipe it for me."

Tang Hua looked up: "You still like to instigate people so much, Chen Ziqing, ignore him, he is not without hands."

Chen Ziqing was already wiping off the water droplets on the surface of the cup, and his movements were gentle. He blushed when he heard the words, curled his fingers on the wall of the cup, and held the paper tightly: "No...it's okay..."

Six dishes, two soups, and at the end, the owner of the restaurant personally delivered a piece of fruit.

Tang Hua always felt that the boss's hands were trembling. Unlike Chen Ziqing, it was an instinct after suppressing excitement, and joy was about to emerge.

The boss said kindly, "The fruits of the new season, just picked, are fresh!"

When he spoke, he glanced at the four people present, and finally stayed on Fei Cao, his eyes moist for a second.

Fei Cao said in a low voice: "Thank you, Brother Li."

"Hey, thank you for what you say." The boss called "Brother Li" seemed a little embarrassed, he raised his hand, wiped his hand on the hem of his clothes, and choked out a sentence for a long time:

"Then you guys eat, I...I'll go first."

Who is this "Brother Li"?

The young master of the Tang family couldn't even book a private room in a popular restaurant, but Fei Cao directly asked for the best one!

Zhou Rong didn't realize it, and asked instinctively, "Hey, Fei, aren't you an orphan? Why do you still have relatives?"

When he said this, he wished he could beat himself up.

Tang Hua said angrily: "Zhou Rong!"

Chen Ziqing was about to cry: "No, young master...Zhou Rong, that's not what Zhou Rong meant..."

He hurriedly tugged on Zhou Rong's sleeve: "Apologize quickly, you didn't mean to say this..."

Zhou Rong blushed, and the three words "I'm sorry" twiddled and turned in his throat. It was extremely difficult, even worse than swallowing a knife. Swallowing blood with a knife, sweat ran across his forehead and soaked his collar.

There was silence.

It was the boss who said "I'm sorry" first, and he turned around stiffly, his already vicissitudes of face became even older, as if he was dying, and like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced to death, with the last ray of light in his eyes, just waiting for the butcher's knife to kill him fall, to atone for sin.

Fei Cao got up from the table, and he wiped his mouth.

Even this time, he was calm and graceful.

He walked past the boss, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "It's okay, Brother Li, it's all over."

Tang Hua stomped his feet: "Zhou Rong, if we hadn't known each other for a long time, I wouldn't have finished with you today. Think about it carefully, but I have to make it clear in advance. If Fei Cao doesn't forgive you, I will give birth to you I won't forgive you either."

Then run after it.