newbobooks Chapter 55 Something is wrong
Chapter 55 Something is wrong
Now it was Zhou Jiayi and the three who were stunned.
How the fuck (sweet) do they explain it.
"Just, just..." Zhou Jiayi waved his hands in the air twice, inexplicably embarrassed, and slapped Zheng Qin's chest with a "slap", "Explain!"
Zheng Qin: "..."
The four were silent for a while.
Zhao Yuan suddenly said: "Niannian, do you still remember Senior Li Mingyu?"
Zhou Jiayi and Zheng Qin looked at him.
Well done, suddenly asked what Mr. Shen's love rival is doing.
"What's wrong?" Wen Nian asked.
Zhao Yuan blurted out: "Shen Huaijing, you and I are at odds."
Wen Nian: "...?"
"This is the signature of the senior." Zhao Yuan looked at Wen Nian, "It was changed on the day you came back from watching Mr. Shen's movie. Do you know why?"
Wen Nian stood there holding the little hibiscus in a daze, as if a century had passed.
"But," Wen Nian frowned, "but I am..."
"But you're a boy, aren't you?" Zhou Jiayi followed his words.
"The senior didn't think of you as a girl."
"Who stipulated that boys and boys cannot fall in love?"
Zhou Jiayi suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Teacher Shen.
Zhao Yuan and Zheng Qin looked at each other, Zheng Qin said: "Niannian, can't you accept two boys falling in love...?"
The gears that had been running for a day and only rested for an hour were rusted again at this moment, Wen Nian could only shake his head instinctively: "No."
Zhou Jiayi: "That's it?"
Wen Nian was silent for a moment: "I never thought about it."
Three people: "..."
Zhou Jiayi glanced at the street far away.
Wutong Road is still the same Wutong Road, Teacher Shen's car has long since disappeared at the end of the road.
Now he doesn't feel a little sympathetic to Teacher Shen.
is very.
The small signboard of their finance department is indeed made of wood.
"Niannian," Zhou Jiayi endured and endured, but couldn't hold it back, raised his hand, and gave a thumbs up, "You really have it."
Wen Nian: "..."
Along the way, Wen Nian didn't say much, and he didn't know if he was still sleepy or... was shocked by something.
"Why are you talking so fast?" Zheng Qin couldn't bear it, and pulled Zhou Jiayi back.
I can't fix it every year.
Zhou Jiayi was so wronged: "I don't know, I see that they are both like that, isn't it tactful for me to ask when they will be together? If it is put on someone else, I will pay for it."
"Speaking of subsidy money, do you think Mr. Shen's family is worth five or six figures, and will you lose face if you don't?"
"Maybe, the battle of celebrity marriages before...ah no, what are you thinking? You haven't even written off your horoscope yet, and you're just thinking of being a follower?"
Zhou Jiayi smashed the pot and said, "Isn't it a matter of time? Just think about it casually, what's wrong?"
Zheng Qin: "..."
"But to be honest," Zhou Jiayi clicked his tongue, "The way it is now...is pretty good."
"If you want to say that you will be with Mr. Shen every year, I might feel empty in my heart."
"Father, I've been raising him for so long, and you still...you turned off the recorder for me!"
A few days ago, Zhou Jiayi and the others helped dry the quilt. The bed was very clean. After Wen Nian put on a new sheet, he went to bed without bothering to pack his luggage.
He was too tired, too tired to think, move, or talk.
If the gear doesn't turn, just let it stop there.
The sun came out in Jiangcheng today, and it fell gently on the window, on the pot of small hibiscus.
Wen Nian had a very long dream.
In the dream, he returned to the attached middle school, back to the lecture theater, everything in the dream was very clear, the long wind and rain corridor outside the lecture lecture hall, the unanswered question on the blackboard, the question that was randomly placed on the table Uniforms.
At first he was alone, but later he saw Shen Huaijing again.
Wen Nian knew very well that he was dreaming, just like many times in the past.
The end of the dream is often that the person said "see you next time" to himself, then walked out of the classroom, and then woke up from the dream.
But this time, he walked out with Shen Huaijing, walked through the old corridor, walked through the school gate, and walked towards the rose on the wall.
In the dream, Wen Nian paused slightly, turned around, but stepped into Xiefeng Lane, Pingshui Street.
He and Shen Huaijing walked along the back alley to the ginkgo tree.
At the end of the alley is Aunt Li's noodle restaurant. The noodle soup is steaming and blowing to the end of the alley.
The street lamps were still dim yellow, like the faded afterglow, illuminating the old street tirelessly, Wu Yuan was still walking ahead of the two with his tail cocked high.
The back alley is narrow, he and Shen Huaijing are very close, the lights stretch the shadows of the two people very long, overlapping, and in the dream he... and Shen Huaijing are held together.
Wen Nian woke up.
The afternoon sunlight slanted into the bedroom through the window sill, making him dazed for a moment.
The bed curtain barely filtered out a layer of light, and the eyes were still sore.
Wen Nian didn't speak or think, he just put his hand on his heart, where it was beating very fast.
There seemed to be...something really wrong with him.
Why do you dream of being together with Shen Huaijing?
Wen Nian: "."
Just as Wen Nian was about to get out of bed, Zhou Jiayi's voice sounded from below: "Why did you sleep for so long? Should you wake up and have something to eat first? I don't think he ate anything in the morning."
Zheng Qin said: "Let him sleep, he must be very tired for the performance these few days."
"Didn't the monitor tell you to wait in the gymnasium to help get a book? You just bring some bread back, and when you wake up, you can pad his stomach."
"Row."
Just as Wen Nian was about to say no, Zhou Jiayi said again: "When Nian Nian wakes up next year, remember to tell me, and I'll send a message to Mr. Shen."
Wen Nian: "?"
message back?
Zhao Yuan: "I see that you have been in frequent contact with Mr. Shen recently."
Zhou Jiayi took the watering can and sprayed Wen Nian's little hibiscus twice: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful to be heard by Nian Nian."
Wen Nian lifted the bed curtain: "I've heard it."
Three people: "..."
Zhou Jiayi turned the watering can towards Zhao Yuan's head.
Zhao Yuan: "..."
Zhou Jiayi: "Are we arguing with you?"
Wen Nian shook his head.
"Jiayi, you and Mr. Shen..." Mentioning Shen Huaijing, Wen Nian suddenly thought of that strange dream again, and paused as the words came to his lips.
This meal was not quite right in Zhou Jiayi's ears.
"Mr. Shen and I have nothing." Zhou Jiayi emphasized.
Wen Nian: "..."
He didn't mean it that way.
"Don't listen to Lao Zhao's nonsense, Mr. Shen and I just contacted occasionally for something. We just made a phone call two days ago and got a few tickets for the performance."
"How come you have Teacher Shen's contact information?" Wen Nian asked.
Zhou Jiayi froze on the spot holding the small watering can: "I added it when I asked about the timetable."
"Schedule?" What schedule?
"Don't you know?" Zhou Jiayi put down the watering can, "Not long ago, Mr. Shen sent me a text message asking if my school schedule was out. I told him, so I added WeChat and sent him the schedule. "
"He also asked about your elective and restricted elective courses. I told you that you have already taken all the credits in your junior year. There are not many classes in your senior year. You don't have any classes on Thursday or Friday."
Wen Nian: "When did it happen?"
Zhou Jiayi blurted out a date—it happened to be the day before signing the contract.
Wen Nian: "."
So it wasn't a coincidence that the time of the group performance was arranged on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Mr. Shen knew that he had no classes on Friday and negotiated with the program team, but he thought it was a "coincidence".
No wonder the day he got the contract and went back, Shen Han would say "I've been waiting for a whole day, if my brother doesn't look for you, I'm going to look for my brother".
Shen Huaijing didn't look for him that day because he was discussing the recording time with the program team.
Wen Nian didn't speak for a long time.
"Niannian, what's the matter? Is there a problem with the class schedule?" Zheng Qin asked.
Wen Nian shook his head.
Zheng Qin felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so he casually brought up a topic: "By the way, Lao Zhou, how do you remember this date so clearly?"
People who usually forget their own birthdays blurt out when they ask the date every year.
Zhou Jiayi: "...Didn't you find out what I did that day?"
Zheng Qin: "What did you do?"
Zhou Jiayi: "I changed my WeChat sign."
"Who cares about you..."
sign?
sign? !
That "Shen Huaijing, really belong to you"!
Zheng Qin and Zhao Yuan suddenly raised their heads: "What did you say?"
"Did you dance in front of Teacher Shen?"
Zhou Jiayi: "..."
All of Wen Nian's worries were disturbed, leaving only a headache.
"Won't Teacher Shen see it?" Zheng Qin asked.
Zhou Jiayi rubbed his chin: "Probably not, I already changed my personal signature before I passed Mr. Shen's friend."
Zheng Qin: "That's good."
Zhao Yuan had an intuition that something was wrong, he lowered his head and frantically manipulated it, and let out a "Damn" sound full of air.
Zhou Jiayi: "What do you rely on, you scared me!"
"Zhou Jiayi, have you not added friends for a long time, so you forgot that when someone searches your WeChat account, you can directly see your signature on the interface?" Zhao Yuan said.
Zhou Jiayi: "...What do you mean?"
Zhao Yuan: "It means that you have danced in front of Teacher Shen."
Everyone: "..."
"Niannian," Zhou Jiayi slumped on the chair, "As long as you need, I can bang my head on the little hibiscus to apologize."
Zheng Qin was shocked: "Why do you say such a horrible thing."
Zhou Jiayi felt a little relieved: "I just..."
Zheng Qin: "If you hit him to death, you will hit him to death. Our little Hibiscus has provoked you, and we are raising our daughter every year."
Zhou Jiayi: "..."
Zheng Qin: "By the way, where is my other niece every year?"
Wen Nian: "."
The rose flowers and leaves were a little wilted, so I sent them to Teacher Shen a few days ago and told the florist to take a look.
Wen Nianzheng didn't know what to say, but a phone call saved him.
It's Shen Han.
Wen Nian picked it up.
"Niannian, have you arrived at school yet?"
"I woke up after a night of sleep."
"What about you? Are you still in the villa?"
"No, I'm at the studio with Xu Gou."
"When I left in the morning, everyone was almost packed, and they should have moved out."
Xu Yixin pushed Shen Han: "Let's get down to business."
"Oh, by the way, at the end of the month there will be an All-Star Games at the main station, four days from Thursday to Sunday, do you want to go and have fun?"
"I heard from brother Lin that you should have no classes on Thursday and Friday. If you are busy, you can come on Saturday and Sunday."
Wen Nian: "Sports meet?"
"That's right, the All-Star Games. In fact, before Erxia's recording started, the stage told Director Wu that Erxia's recording would be just in time for the sports meeting. If there is no problem, we can form a team. This is Jiangcheng's main event in September. For the program, since most of the participants are groups that have been drafted, let’s confirm what we mean, Director Wu said that we can also warm up for the group show that will be recorded in early October.”
Wen Nian: "Do you want to go?"
Xu Yixin answered for Shen Han: "He really wants to go."
"Niannian, you don't know. He has been thinking about this event for two years. I heard that most of them are participating in groups. There are not many artists who sign up individually. He still wants to pull us in, but the manager will not let us go."
"Can't you form a team by yourself?"
"No, isn't there a lot of female artists at the sports meeting, and the scene is full of scenes. The manager is afraid that he will run around, and the scene will be full of messy news."
Shen Han was not happy anymore: "I'm not a spinning top, why run around the field."
Wen Nian laughed.
Xu Yixin continued: "Didn't Jiayi say that you belonged to the archery club of your school when you played basketball last time? After the competition, do you want to come and play?"
Shen Han: "It's okay, Niannian, it doesn't matter if you want to be busy or not, six people are enough."
Wen Nian understood in his heart that what Jiangcheng TV station meant was that Er Xia had to form a team to participate, even if he didn't participate, Shen Han and the others had to form a team.
"It's okay. I don't have class on Friday. I'll be there then." Wen Nian said.
The recording of the group show has given him a big step forward, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for the program team.
After chatting with Shen Han for a few more words, Wen Nian hung up the phone and started searching for news about the sports meeting.
The first entry that caught my eye was: "Why is the All-Star Games called the All-Star Games?"
It looks like a lot of gunpowder.
Zhou Jiayi and the others laughed when they saw this entry.
"Niannian, didn't you read last year's trending searches?"
"This entry is already a meme."
Wen Nian: "?"
"It seems that a blogger posted a post last year, saying that there are many artists participating in this program in Jiangcheng, but most of them are young people. Isn't it too loud to call it the All-Star Games?"
"Then someone replied that the reason why it is called All-Star is not for the contestants, but for the award presenters."
Zhao Yuan: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Jiayi randomly pulled out a form from the Internet: "This is the list of award presenters from the year before last, take a look."
Zhao Yuan glanced at it.
Good guy, the first-line big names in this water, and even several movie kings, this configuration is absolutely perfect.
"It seems that one year the leaders of the station held an emergency meeting on the eve of the awards ceremony, and the award presenters were not available temporarily. It happened that a heavyweight director was interviewed on the movie channel, and then he was pulled over to save the scene. Highest rate segment."
"The TV station may have tasted the sweetness, and then it often randomly picks up a big name to present awards. Jiangcheng TV Station is the main station, with many columns, and it is in recording state all the year round, so the title of 'All-Star Awards Lineup' came out."
Zheng Qin nodded: "Really, every year is like a quiz with prizes. They even list the guests from the major TV stations in Jiangcheng in those few days to see who will be caught."
After searching the information, Wen Nian sent Shen Han a definite message back, and then told Fu Lin that by the time everything was done, it was already night.
Rows of small stalls are set up at the back gate of the school, and the old neighborhood is full of fireworks even if it sneaks into the night.
"You came here alone today?" Aunt Li walked over with her face in her face.
Wen Nian nodded.
He didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to come over for a bowl of noodles.
With that thought in mind, here we come.
"The ginkgo tree at the end of the alley seems to be turning yellow," Wen Nian said.
"Isn't it? Two days ago, Wuyuan brought back two leaves in its mouth. I don't know if it was picked from the ground or bitten from a tree."
Wen Nian looked at the round little piggy at his feet.
It should have been picked up from the ground. The tree is so tall and round, so I'm afraid I won't be able to climb it.
Aunt Li put her face down: "Will that friend come again in the future?"
Wen Nian paused the hand holding the chopsticks, and said for a long time, "Come."
"They said they wanted to see five yuan together."
"That's good, you tell him, when I come next time, I'll scald a few more green vegetables for him," Aunt Li said slowly, "I grow them myself, and the outside ones can't compare."
Wen Nian smiled: "Okay, I'll tell him."
Wen Nian sat in his seat and slowly finished the noodle soup.
Wuyuan rubbed against his trousers, wanting to hug him.
Wen Nian pushed the soup bowl away before picking up Wukuai.
I don't know which grass this little chubby pig came back in, and there are pieces of grass around his ears.
Wen Nian stretched out his hand and patted the dry grass off: "The ginkgo tree is too tall to climb, you know."
Wukuai rolled on Wen Nian's knees, making a comfortable purring sound.
"Do you miss him?" Wen Nian asked softly.
Wuyuan just made a "meow", as if saying, "I want to."
Wen Nian finally told the cat in his arms what he hadn't dared to say since he woke up in the afternoon.
"How to do."
"He treats me so well, but I... have some weird thoughts."