delicate flowers and weeds

The scenery outside the window became more and more familiar, and Tang Hua knew that he was almost home.

Mother Tang dismissed the servants and took the electric iron to iron the school uniform in the middle of the hall. She was already over 50 years old, and even though she usually tried her best to maintain it, some things were still unknowingly revealed: such as eyesight.

So she put on reading glasses, pulled up her hair, and ironed the school uniform for her youngest son by herself.

Nancheng No. [-] Middle School is a combination of Chinese and Western, and there are many foreign teachers, so it is not a very rigid school. The school uniforms are all customized for each student by a special designer.

The color of the school uniform is dark black, with something added to the cuffs of the sleeves, but it is shiny under the light.

Tang Hua can't go to school a few times a year, but the school uniform is made every year, and Tang's mother cleans it up for him every year. Seeing him put it on, her eyes are bright: "Oh, our little flower is really beautiful."

Uncle Song drove into the gate of Tang's house, and the sharp-eyed Zhou Rong went downstairs. Although he lived in the servant's room on the side building, Tang Jing chose the biggest window-side room for him. There are also servants who come to clean it every day.

He trotted all the way, waiting for the young master to come back almost like looking forward to the stars and the moon.

Seeing him for the first time yesterday, he thought he had seen Bai Huaxian, and he became dizzy. Last night was all about this young master's dream, and he didn't sleep well all night.

Zhou Rong didn't know what was wrong with him, he only knew that he really wanted to see this young master.

When Uncle Song parked the car in the yard, Zhou Rong opened the car door first, and complained: "Young master, take me out for a walk too, it's so tiring to stay at home and do homework."

Tang Hua let him carry the bag without being annoyed: "Have you finished the question?"

Zhou Rong: "Oh, my good young master, please forgive me. I can recognize those words, but they don't recognize me."

Tang Hua smiled: "Then why don't you put in more effort?"

A servant opened the door in front of him, and Zhou Rong was pretending to be miserly behind him. Tang Hua walked quietly the whole time, changed a pair of shoes and entered the hall. Mother Tang's eyes lit up: "Little Hua'er is back! How about it, did you buy a sleeper?" Fate's book."

Thinking of the piano score handwritten by Grandma Fei Cao, Tang Hua smiled: "I found it, but they don't sell it."

"Hey, why are books so rare?"

Tang Hua: "The handwritten copy of the elders in the family."

Mother Tang sighed: "That's no wonder, the boss just wants to keep it. This kind of book can't be exchanged for thousands of dollars."

She seemed to think of something, and said again: "Your grandfather also has a lot of manuscripts, and the bookstore at home is full of three floors. If you like it, we will go to your uncle's house later, and let you choose whatever you want."

After uncovering this, Mother Tang picked up the freshly ironed school uniform again: "Come on, little flower, try it, how about it?"

Tang Hua: "I wear the same clothes every year. What's so good about it? Mom, you can let the servant do this. Be careful not to burn yourself."

Tang Mu was overjoyed: "It's terrible, Xiao Hua'er knows how to love someone?"

"Mother, what's the matter with ironing your clothes? Really, I'm old, can't even do this thing?"

Tang Hua hurriedly said: "Where is it, Mom, you are not old at all, Mom is very young!"

Mother Tang held him in her arms, and nodded his forehead, but her face was full of smiles: "You little cunning, you are the only sweet talker in the whole family!"

Before going to bed, Tang Hua specifically told the servants at home to wake herself up early the next day.

So it was only after six o'clock that day, and Tang Hua woke up.

The school uniform was already placed beside the bed, and he put it on after washing——

The dark black western-style clothes made his limbs look more slender, and his waist seemed to be held by one hand, which made his complexion whiter, his eyes were cold and flowing, and the suit pants just exposed a small part of his ankles, with clear bones.

It's like having a child!

Tang Hua looked in the mirror, yesterday he had checked his timetable and packed his books. He tidied up a bunch of sticky hair, then picked up his schoolbag and went downstairs.

Mother Tang always gets up early, everyone in the family has different work and rest time, so there are two rounds of breakfast, she said: "Hey, little Hua'er, didn't you sleep in late today?"

The few people who were having breakfast forgot about the past:

On the red brocade-patterned carpet, the noble young master slowly descended the stairs, his demeanor was charming, with red lips and black eyes, he was a clear and delicate young master.

Tang Xing put down the milk in his hand, and teased: "Little Hua, the sun hasn't come out yet, why is it blooming so early today?"

Tang Hua sat next to her, wiped his hands with the towel handed by the servant, and hummed: "I'm going to school today."

Tang Xing felt that the sun was rising from the west, and exclaimed, "Really?"

Tang Jing said: "Little Hua'er, wait for me later, Uncle Song will send Mom to the beauty salon, and I will send you to school. Don't rush to leave after school, wait for your family to pick you up."

Tang Xing hurriedly said: "Brother, you should be busy, I'm free, I can just send Xiao Hua'er to school."

In the end, the elder brother didn't snatch the younger sister. Tang Xing hummed a ditty, went to the garage and drove up. Her car was a convertible, extremely gorgeous red.

Tang Hua and Zhou Rong got into the car one after the other.

Tang Xing bent down to fasten his seat belt, and poked his tender face again, leaving a light red mark, before driving the car contentedly.

The piano music played by Tang Hua was placed in the car, and each piece was made into a disk, and the Tang family had a copy.

Zhou Rong was sitting at the back, from this angle, he could just see the young master's side face, with slender shoulders and straight bones, his face was as white as snow, delicate and delicate, and there was a disappearing red mark on it, making him even more well-behaved.

This little young master is very obedient in front of his family, he has received the sharp teeth from the outside, and looks like he really wants to be hugged and bullied.

Zhou Rong's heart was suddenly filled, and he became obsessed with watching it for a while.

Tang Xing suddenly said: "Thank you for what happened yesterday."

She was talking about Zhao Zhishu, and Tang Hua shook her head: "It's okay, sister, a family doesn't talk about two things."

"However, sister, I found that you are very similar to our mother."

Tang Xing raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were clear: "Oh? Where does it look like?"

"The same bad eyesight."

"Hey, little Hua'er, don't you want to push your limits? You dare to say that about your sister. Why, seeing that I'm driving, I can't spare to hit you?"

……

One of the school regulations of No. [-] Middle School is that no cars are allowed on campus. Even when foreign ambassadors came here for inspection a few years ago, the principal insisted on resisting the pressure and walking on campus: this is a purely academic environment.

Tang Xing parked the car at the gate of the school, left a sentence, "Wait for me to pick you up after school", put on her sunglasses, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away in high spirits.

But Tang Hua always felt that when his sister looked back at the school, her face was full of nostalgia.

Zhou Rong was a freshman, Tang Hua only knew the principal's office, and he was a newcomer after all. The two stood at the school gate, one noble, the other holding an umbrella for him, muscular and aggressive.

It has to be said that it is also a landscape.

At the same time, a new post on the school forum was slowly uploaded:

[urgent!Quickly ask for the contact information of this prosperous and beautiful little brother...]

In the opening picture, a clear and beautiful face comes into view, and someone behind him is holding a simple black umbrella with a gold handle. Gorgeous and cold, simple and modern, several contradictory and harmonious styles are intertwined at this moment.

Just a random shot, it is an ancient Qing noble son walking from the painting wearing a modern costume.

That kind of temperament and demeanor was born in a top-notch family and cultivated through infiltration.

All of the posts were "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

No. [-] Middle School is the place where the second generation of Nancheng gathers together, and soon a second generation typed: I know who he is.

But no matter how much he asked downstairs, even jumped out angrily and said that he was "blogger's eyeball", the floor owner didn't reply anymore.

This is the second time he saw Tang Hua, the first time was in someone's bedroom: there was a wall of Tang Hua's photos...

He put down his phone, and the latest WeChat page was a screenshot of a campus forum.

Soon, there was a reply to the convenience: find someone to delete the post, and I will return from abroad soon.

He pressed and locked the phone, thinking: No. [-] middle school, I'm afraid it's not peaceful...

Tang Hua didn't wait long outside the school when a thin teacher with gold-rimmed glasses walked over. He was wearing a teacher's uniform, his hair reached his shoulders, and his face had no extra flesh but gave off a sense of sharpness for no reason. , but when facing Tang Hua, he was obviously a little softer: "Xu Duanhong, now the head teacher of Class 1 (Class [-]) of Senior Two, here to pick you up to class."

Tang Hua nodded and said hello: "Mr. Xu is good."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after he said this, Teacher Xu's eyes lit up: "You are Tang...Tang Hua?"

Tang Hua nodded and gave a hum, then followed, and Zhou Rong also followed with an umbrella.

Umbrella, beautiful, good temperament...

In that bloody post, a person weakly typed:

[I seem to know who he is. 】

【Hurry up upstairs, Momo Haw is like a bitch. 】

【Let me tell you, if you fart and run away like the last turtle, I will find someone to check your IP and communicate with you face to face. 】

【I seem to know who he is...】

[I'll come first, I'll come first, let me give you a friendly reminder: the umbrella in the young master's hand is the proud work of an Italian designer, and there are no less than eight figures in the auction. 】

[Let me also remind everyone, who needs an umbrella during the day? 】

[Hey, upstairs, you guys are boring, when we are playing like monkeys, we like to talk, but don't talk about it!By the way, if anyone knows the contact information of this great beauty, please let me know, and you will be rewarded heavily. 】

【An umbrella during the day?Could it be that the male ghost in the novel becomes a spirit?But it doesn't look like a living person. Is there any living person who looks so good? 】

They yelled like this for hundreds of floors, until the landlord on the first floor said concisely:

[Let's go, let's go, he's someone you can't afford. 】

[Upstairs, I understand, what the hell kind of onion are you?The whole young master in Nancheng walks sideways. To be friends is to give him face, and he can't afford it? 】

The person upstairs really replied to him: [Tangjia, Tanghua. 】

The whole post became completely quiet, like the night before the carnival. They still remembered the scene when Tang Hua entered No. [-] Middle School for the first time last year, and remembered that the Crown Prince of Nancheng went crazy during that time...

Tang Hua was specially recruited into No. [-] Middle School with the first score in the National Youth Piano Competition. He was delicate and quiet, and he didn't even go to the opening ceremony. I have only seen his Qingyue back and the name that is always in the top ten in the score column.

He is in Yizhong: a magical figure who is far away from the Jianghu, but is everywhere in the Jianghu.

When they wanted to say something and picked up their mobile phones to type, it showed "system error, the post has been deleted."

Soon, they discovered that as long as words and pictures related to "Tanghua" appear on the forum, they will be deleted in seconds.

The author has something to say:

Kill crazy, kill crazy...

One of the essential elements of campus writing: the bloodbath on the forum, our flowers must also be arranged