The breeze does not pass me by

Chapter 2 You Should Die

Shao Linfeng is a good-tempered person.This was Liang Chan's first impression of him.

Before he entered the study, he told the nanny to clean up the bedroom with bathroom on the second floor for Xiaochan to live in, and she could handle other daily necessities.

He called her Xiaochan, just like the elders.

Aunt Rong was dexterous, and changed into a light-colored four-piece bed set that little girls would like. It was brand new. After cleaning, it was stored in the cabinet, and after shaking it out, you could still smell the fragrance of fabric softener.

"Xiao Chan, see what else you need, and I'll prepare it for you." Aunt Rong went downstairs and kindly called Liang Chan to see the room she was going to live in next.

Holding all her belongings - a schoolbag with two sets of clothes in her arms, Liang Chan followed Aunt Rong up to the second floor.

"Sir, I went out to collect music some time ago, and I will stay at home recently. He is busy and has irregular work and rest. Don't worry about him. Just come to me if you need something." Aunt Rong's voice was soft, like a spring breeze, slowly falling into Liang Chan's ears , "From now on, I will treat this as my own home, don't be cautious."

"Thank you." Liang Chan whispered softly.

She hugged the schoolbag in her arms tightly, no matter how much she pretended to be calm, after all, she came to a completely unfamiliar place, it would be a lie if she wasn't nervous.

Aunt Rong pushed open the door and turned sideways to let her in first.

Directly facing the door is a balcony, the windows are sealed, and the drizzle is blocked out. After the rain stops, there are only winding water marks on the glass.A set of fabric sofas was placed on the balcony with a blanket on it.The bed sheet and quilt cover are made of beige cotton and linen, solid color, and look clean, with only some small patterns for embellishment.

Aunt Rong took her to the bathroom. Some daily toiletries were placed on the shelf of the washstand. When she opened the bathroom mirror, there were shower gel, shampoo, body milk, skin care products and so on in the dark compartment behind.

"But what else is missing?" Aunt Rong asked with a smile.

"No shortage." Liang Chan was led to visit the small world where he will live in the future, and thanked again, "Thank you for preparing these for me."

"You're welcome. An Xin lives here, don't think about it, huh?"

Aunt Rong heard their conversation in the living room. The child was in a difficult life. Some accident happened at home. Her parents passed away suddenly. Uncle couldn't take care of her personally, so she entrusted her to Mr. Shao.

The little girl was beautiful and soft-tempered. No matter who heard about this kind of thing, she would feel sympathy.

"I almost forgot, you are a senior high school student, and there is a lack of a desk in the room." Aunt Rong said that something was missing, and finally remembered, "I will tell my husband later and let him choose a set of desks and chairs. "

Liang Chan didn't dare to bother others, pointed to a small table in the room and said, "I can do my homework there."

"That won't work, it's too short, and it's not good for your cervical spine to sit at your desk for a long time. You're still young, so you need to take good care of it, otherwise you'll be like me when you get older, with neck pain and low back pain at every turn, and it's troublesome to treat."

Aunt Rong pointed to the back of her neck and waist. The way she babbled would not make people feel annoying, but only felt the warmth of being cared and cared for.

Liang Chan's eyes were warm, if only her mother was like this.

After saying this, Aunt Rong went down to cook.

Only Liang Chan ate dinner alone, she carefully considered and asked, "Mr. Shao, won't you eat?"

Aunt Rong is used to this: "He is working and doesn't like being disturbed by others. I don't understand what he said would interrupt his thinking. You eat first, and he will call me later when he wants to eat after he is busy."

Liang Chan buried her head in her meal and stopped asking, adults don't like talkative children.

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The second semester of the third year of high school started early, and the sixth day of junior high school was about to arrive at school. Liang Chan attended classes for a few days, and took a week off due to family changes, which happened to coincide with the Lantern Festival holiday.

The seventeenth day of the first lunar month is the day to return to school.

Liang Chan wore the down jacket and jeans her uncle bought for her, and went to school with an empty schoolbag.

Shao Linfeng didn't wake up in the morning, so Aunt Rong decided to call the driver for her, but she refused.

Arriving at the school by bus, Liang Chan walked slowly into the familiar classroom. The desks and chairs were covered with dust. She took out a pack of tissues from her schoolbag and wiped it slowly with her head down.The deskmate called her, but she acted like she didn't hear him.

"Liang Chan, old class is calling you." Lou Xinyue raised her voice.

Liang Chan stopped the mechanical wiping action, turned around and went out from the back door of the classroom.

The boy at the back table poked Xinyue downstairs with a pen on the back, and when she turned her head, the boy asked in a low voice, "What happened to your deskmate, why did you come home like a different person?"

Lou Xinyue held up her textbook: "I don't know. She doesn't just ignore people all the time."

Liang Chan knocked on the office door, stood at the door and shouted, "Report."

"Come in." The middle-aged female teacher sitting by the window put down her pen and looked up at the person coming.

Liang Chan walked to her table, her eyes downcast, her fingers unconsciously pinching the hem of her clothes, and she didn't take the initiative to ask the teacher why she was called here.

Looking at her, Zhang Caiqin sighed silently in her heart, and when she spoke, her voice subconsciously softened a little, without the sharpness of being the head teacher of the graduation class in the past: "Your uncle called me before he went abroad."

She paused, as if she didn't know how to mention that matter: "The teacher knows everything about your family. After such a change, few people can not be affected. The teacher does not force you, I just hope you think more about it." Think about your own future, and then grit your teeth and persevere. There are still four months before the college entrance examination is full, and your grades have been stable. 985 is no problem. It is also possible to sprint to Qingbei. Get a good university, and the future will be easy. Some."

Uncle said similar things before leaving, and Liang Chan felt nothing at all after hearing this.

Without waiting for her guarantee, Zhang Caiqin could understand: "In the future, if you have any difficulties in study and life, you can come to the teacher, and the teacher will try his best to help you solve it."

Liang Chan reacted a bit this time, and hummed lightly: "Got it."

Seeing that she was willing to speak, Zhang Caiqin felt a little relieved, and asked with concern, "Where do you live after your uncle goes abroad? If you don't want to apply for accommodation, I will explain the situation to the school and exempt you from the fee."

Liang Chan used to be a day student and lived at home. Now her house has been burned down and her relatives are gone.

"Thank you teacher, no need." Liang Chan whispered, "I live at my uncle's friend's house."

"Is it far from school?"

"good."

Leaving the office, Liang Chan took a breath of the cold winter air in the corridor, the boulder on her chest was always pressing on her, and she was almost out of breath.

Passing by the classroom of Class [-] of Liberal Arts, there was a roar that almost pierced Liang Chan's eardrum.

"Liang Chan! Stop!"

Not only did Liang Chan not stop, but she walked faster and faster.

In an instant, the girl rushed out of the classroom and stood in front of her, with an angry face slamming into her eyes.Before she could react, she was slapped.

Her face was slapped sideways, her head was buzzing, and the first thing she felt was not pain, but overwhelming shame and fear.

Liang Chan didn't resist, a fishy sweetness leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Hu Beizi pointed at her nose with red eyes and cursed: "You still have the face to come to school, why didn't you die with your mother, the bastard born by the combination of a murderer and a mistress! You deserve to die!"

The students in class three stretched their necks to watch the excitement, and were stunned by her words.

　From now on, I will see you at eight o'clock every morning, eight in the morning, easy to remember, hehe

　　
　
(End of this chapter)