rose believer

Chapter 31 Rose - If
After picking up Jiang Limei's two cans of Wangzai milk, Ren Yu was a little restless. After school, the driver came to pick him up in the evening, but he didn't see Ren Xun.

The driver started the car: "Xiao Xun is going back first."

"Oh."

Ren Yu was holding the schoolbag, and Wangzai's milk was safely placed at the bottom of the schoolbag.Hearing that Ren Xun was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see that Xiao Xun just rode away by bike, and said that he will ride to and from school in the future." The driver chatted with Ren Yu while driving: "Why did he suddenly start cycling?"

Ren Yu put the schoolbag by his feet and straightened it.

"Recently, a few classmates set up a cycling club, and occasionally ride to the outer suburbs together." He explained.

"Yeah, why didn't you join Xiaoyu?"

The driver got stuck after he finished speaking, and explained hastily: "That's not what I meant, it's my job to pick you up and drop off, I was just thinking, kids, it's always good to make more friends, don't just study when you meet me, What a good age, you should play and play."

Ren Yu's expression didn't change, he just responded lightly: "Well, I understand Uncle Zhang."

The driver stopped talking, and the car remained silent for the rest of the journey.

Ren Yu leaned on the seat and looked out the window, the shoulder strap of the schoolbag at his feet touched his calf from time to time.He clenched his fists tightly, and after a while, he leaned over and picked up the schoolbag again, and put it on his lap.

He doesn't like to play, because he finds it boring.

It’s boring to make friends, it’s boring to meet people, it’s boring to chat with people, and it’s also boring to hang out in groups.Even studying is not very interesting, but what else can you do besides studying?

The street scene outside the window flies by, nothing more than mediocrity.

Many years later, he saw a word in a book called "people with low desires", which refers to those who have little expectations for life, few interests, can satisfy basic living materials, and do not have too many desires.

Ren Yu felt that he was that type of person.

Not really wanting anything.

He longs for a ray of light, the spring light that can melt the cold winter.When Jiang Limei talked to him today, when he invited him to dinner, he clearly felt the change in mood, like a bursting firework, every inch of his bones screamed.

Who doesn't love a bright light?

Even if the light is not only on him.

Ren Xun came back very late at night, looking a bit embarrassed, as if he fell off his bicycle, his palm was scratched, and he was struggling to hold the chopsticks during dinner.

Ren's mother picked up food for him, and asked by the way: "What happened? Why did you fall when you were riding a bicycle?"

Ren Xun lowered his head to plan the meal, and answered somewhat vaguely: "...Caint not careful, this is also the first time I've brought someone to sit in the back seat."

"Take people? It's not safe to take people by bicycle!"

"Hmm..." Ren Xun still didn't look up: "There's someone in the club who can't ride a bike, I'll take her home."

"If you don't know how to ride, why do you want to join the club?"

That's the end of the topic, Ren Xun seems to be extremely tired, he only cares about eating, and people who usually talk a lot don't want to talk much today.Mother Ren picked up a piece of fish, picked out the spines, and put it in Ren Yu's bowl, only to find that Ren Yu was not right today, and his expression seemed to be worried.

"Little encounter?"

Ren Yu raised his head suddenly, as if he had just pulled out of some thoughts: "Mom, I'm full."

He put down his chopsticks and went upstairs, closed the door gently after entering the room, and then locked it.

The two cans of Wangzai milk were still quietly lying in his schoolbag. He took them out carefully, stroked them carefully, looked at them for a while, and then put them side by side on the innermost shelf of his bookcase.

He was immersed in fantasies about Jiang Limei that night, but he didn't know that that ordinary day was enough to change many things.

If Ren Xun didn't go to school by bike, if he was invited to have dinner with Jiang Limei after school. If many of them accumulate together, they will become tentacles that push the plot to bend and subvert.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

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It was spring in March, and the flowers and trees were scattered. When the second semester of the second year of high school officially started, Ren Yu had already been studying at school for half a month.

Ancheng No. [-] Middle School is a key high school in the province. Not surprisingly, every year the city's top student in the college entrance examination will appear in the key class of Ancheng No. [-] Middle School.This year's third year of high school, the competition is fierce, and the final exams and the first place in the same school year are not the same person.

In contrast, the situation in the second year of senior high school is much more stable, and the quiz is a bit more chaotic, but as long as the big test, the first place in the science class will always be Ren Yu.

The director of the school year had several phone calls with Ren's father and mother, because they knew that Ren's family was in business and had good financial conditions, so they were afraid that they would send Ren Yu abroad in advance to study preparatory courses and go straight to prestigious foreign schools.Many children from rich families take this path.

The director of the school year said euphemistically that as long as Ren Yu stays focused in the next year and performs normally in the college entrance examination, there should be no controversy about the number one in the city. It would be a pity to go abroad at this time.

From the school's point of view, losing a champion is a big loss.

Ren's mother left some room for her answer. She said that the family has always been democratic, and the child's choice is more important. If Ren Yu wants to go abroad, they, as parents, cannot interfere and can only provide the best support they can.

Everything depends on Ren Yu himself.

The family atmosphere of the Ren family also gave Ren Xun a lot of freedom.

Entering the second semester of the second year of high school, Ren Xun's intention to enter the Academy of Fine Arts became more and more determined.The teacher he found during the winter vacation was of high standard, but his teaching was mediocre. He got his tuition refunded, looked for a studio again, and finally got in touch with a famous teacher through Ren's father.

There are still nine months until the art exam at the end of the year, and those who have always been unscrupulous also have a fighting spirit and no longer muddle along.Cut off most of the social life, and every weekend, he would rush to the studio with a painting box on his back and ride a bicycle.

Not to be much worse than his brother, this has become the goal of Ren Xun's efforts.

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Ren's father and Ren's mother once talked in secret, which child do they prefer?
Although being a parent requires a bowl of water to be flat, there are always times when they can’t take care of them. Mother Ren cried while talking. She recalled the process of Ren Yu and Ren Xun’s growth, and she devoted much more effort to Ren Xun than Ren Yu .

Ren Yu is too worry-free, but a worry-free child is doomed to lack more care.

She felt that she owed Ren Yu, but she didn't know how to make it up, because Ren Yu's temperament was naturally cold, and people didn't know how to get close, even if they were as close as their parents, they were at a loss what to do.

Ren's father comforted Ren's mother, the child just has such a personality, it does not mean that he is divorced from the family, maybe when he grows up and has his own family, his personality will change and become more cheerful and sunny.

Mother Ren wiped away her tears and asked Father Ren: "You said our two sons, what kind of daughter-in-law will we choose in the future?"

Father Ren laughed: "Anything is fine, as long as they like it. Now that young people don't live with their parents when they get married, you don't have to worry about it."

My mother thought so too.

She felt that with Ren Yu's personality, he should find a cheerful girl who loves to laugh, and it's better to make a lot of noise, and lead him to escape from the world of being alone.

Life is ups and downs, in the end we should be more optimistic, see everything, and then we can see ourselves.

As for Ren Xun, if there is a girl who is willing to be with him, he will burn the incense.

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Ren Xun took classes in the new studio for a few weeks, and when he came home one night, he listened to Ren's father talking about Shenglin Group at the dinner table.

Ren's father said that Shenglin Group took over a piece of forest land in Linshi to build a wild ecological park.

Father Ren took a sip of tea and glanced at Ren Xun: "Your Uncle Sheng said that his daughter is in the same studio as you, why didn't you come back and talk about it?"

Ren Xun scratched his hair: "Jiang Limei? Yes, she is preparing for the talent test next year. The teacher said that she is very talented, but her basic skills are not solid."

It is best to learn art from an early age. Jiang Limei didn't get to know drawing boards and paints until she was in the second year of junior high school. At that time, her classmates were all lower grade pupils, all of whom were better than her.It is not easy for her to catch up to such a level.

"Are you familiar?" Father Ren asked.

"I'm familiar with it." Ren Xun said vaguely, "I just met when I went to the police to provide evidence. She also wants to enter the Academy of Fine Arts in Ling City. I usually meet occasionally and can say a few words."

Father Ren nodded, not suspicious, but told him:

"Our family and Uncle Sheng will have business dealings in the future. You should take care of Jiang Limei more at school. You are older than others and more sensible."

A mouthful of black pepper beef choked in his throat, Ren Xun coughed violently, and stumbled back: "Well, I know."

Ren Yu didn't say a word, and ate in silence, as if none of the topics on the table had anything to do with him, but when he went back to his room to do the questions, he often made mistakes in writing.

He wrote a piece of English composition for an hour. Finally, he frowned and crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can roughly. Then he got up and went out to Ren Xun's bedroom. , stopped again.

He heard Ren Xun on the phone.

The tone was relaxed and bright, mixed with cheerful laughter from time to time, Ren Yu could probably guess that Ren Xun should be blowing the wind with the window open at the moment, and the person on the other side of the phone knew him very well, and he was able to chat easily.

"Jiang Xiaoyu, your dad told my dad that we are in the same studio, and my dad asked me to take care of you."

"Do you need me to take care of you? Thank you if you don't bully me."

"Learn to ride a bike? Still learning? How long have I been teaching you, and you still haven't made any progress."

"Forget it, you should sit in the back seat from now on."

The TV was noisy from the living room on the first floor, and the evening news host had a deep voice.Ren's father was on the phone on the balcony on the second floor, and there was a faint smell of smoke blowing away.

The night wind is lonely, but the heart is not quiet.

Ren Yu was silent for a long time, he stood at the door of Ren Xun's bedroom, and he couldn't let go of the knocking hand.

Finally, he took a long breath, wiped the corners of his eyes, turned and went back to the room.

Gossip news from the school spread quickly, and everyone had no fun other than gossip and rants.Many people said that there was a girl in the first year of high school who was chasing Ren Xun, stalking her relentlessly, tirelessly, getting more courageous as she got frustrated.

Someone asked, "Who is Ren Xun?"

"The sophomore art class, the tall and handsome one."

"There are quite a few handsome ones in the art class?"

"Does the first one know? His twin brother."

"I got it."

Zuo Jing also came to inquire about the news, and leaned into Ren Yu's ear: "Hey, I heard that your younger brother has been pestered by Jiang Limei recently and has a headache?"

The geometric auxiliary line drawn by the pen suddenly became crooked, and Ren Yu calmly changed a piece of draft paper with a cool face: "I don't know."

"Jiang Limei is a dead girl who values ​​sex over friends. My mother made hot pot last week. I asked her to eat at home. She said she really didn't have time, so she was busy chasing your brother."

Zuo Jing felt unbalanced:
"Anyway, I was a child. Now I don't say hello when I see me. When I was a child, I called my brother. Now I don't even call my name."

Ren Yu didn't know if he was listening or not, holding the pen with his pale fingertips, the tip of the pen poked on the paper, and the ink dripped down along the tip of the pen.

Zuo Jing pushed him: "Hey! The pen is leaking."

Ren Yu suddenly came back to his senses, threw away the pen, sat still on the seat for a while, took a pocket book in classical Chinese and got up: "The classroom is too noisy, I'm going to get some air."

noisy?Zuo Jing took a look in private, either lying on the table to sleep, or lowering his head to do the questions, how could there be any noise?

He shouted at the back of Ren Yu's leaving: "Damn! You think I'm noisy, don't you!"

Ren Yu pretended not to hear, he stuffed the earphones into his ears, and walked toward the corridor, while reciting ancient prose silently, starting from sleepwalking Tianmu chanting Liu Farewell, the mp3 played light violin music, the rhythm was slow and smooth, his pace After slowing down, when he walked to the place where he usually stood in the corridor, he just recited a line from Pipa Xing:
Xianxian suppressed her voice and thought, as if complaining that she had no ambitions in her life, lowered her eyebrows and continued to play through the formalities, talking about the infinite things in her heart.

It is already early spring under the window.

Grass buds are gradually growing in the flower beds, and some gardeners are cultivating the soil. I don’t know what kind of seeds are being sprinkled, and what kind of flower buds will sprout in late spring and early summer.

The wall-climbing tigers and violets climbing on the corridor also showed signs of recovery. During the class break, girls in twos and threes sat and chatted in the gazebo under the corridor. Laughter came from time to time. Accompanied by Sanyue Fangfei, it was very lively.

Talk about the infinite things in your heart.Ren Yu finished reciting the pipa line, but his mind was still on this sentence.

Not all thoughts are eligible to be spoken out, his thoughts died before he saw the light.

Everyone thought that Jiang Limei was clinging to Ren Xun, but Ren Yu knew that Ren Xun didn't hate Jiang Limei, and perhaps had some other vague feelings.

Ren's father once beat Ren Xun at the dinner table: "Have you gotten too close to Uncle Sheng's daughter recently? Don't fall in love early."

Ren Xun changed the topic with a laugh: "No, I'm busy studying."

Father Ren snorted coldly and raised a few words without breaking the word.

Ren Yu often ran into Jiang Limei and Ren Xun at school. The handsome men and beautiful women look very eye-catching together, even though they are both wearing loose school uniforms.The two talked and laughed, and seemed to have endless things to say.

There are more than 3000 people in the three grades of Ancheng No. [-] Middle School. Ren Yu doesn't know whether this is metaphysics or a paradox of probability. He has encountered them too many times.Later, I simply avoided it when I saw it from a distance.

He likes to stand in a daze by the window of the corridor, and Jiang Limei occasionally comes to the gazebo with friends to chat, have a breeze, and eat snacks.Ren Xun is often not around at this time.

This place seems to be a secret place where his little thoughts are hidden.

Ren Yu took off the earphones.

Without the cover of the music, her cheerful laughter became clearer, as if it was flying on the branches of spring with the dew in the early morning.

(End of this chapter)