The breeze does not pass me by

Chapter 7 The Pure Black Skirt

The driver waited for Liang Chan at the intersection before Yida High School.

After getting in the car, Liang Chan was a little tired. She leaned on the back of the comfortable seat, closed her eyes and couldn't fall asleep, so she opened them and looked out the window.The neon lights like flowing water flashed across the eyes, extending to an unknown distance.

Back home, Liang Chan straightened her back and pulled herself together, put down her schoolbag and went to the kitchen to pour water.

Aunt Rong cooked supper at the right time, just turned off the fire, and turned her head in the lingering white air: "Xiao Chan is back. How many small wontons do you want to eat?"

Liang Chan looked into the pot, and the white crepe wontons floated up like clouds in the sky: "Nine? Ten?" She was very hungry, not sure how much she could eat.

Aunt Rong smiled, and pinched her cheek while holding the bowl: "Here's a big bowl for you, and I'll give him the rest."

This "he" refers to Shao Linfeng.

Liang Chan was wondering when the door opened from the study.

Shao Linfeng swayed his slippers, held a cigarette between his long fingers, and walked out while showing a pensive look, as if he was still immersed in his work.

Liang Chan didn't know what kind of work he was. Based on what Aunt Rong said earlier, she speculated that he was probably engaged in creation, writer?Or a screenwriter.

"Are you back?" Seeing her, Shao Linfeng stopped thinking about whether the troublesome turning point in the new script was reasonable. He changed his expression, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled like the warm sun piercing through the clouds in winter. "Are you still used to the new school?" ?”

"Well, the environment is very good, and the students are also very good."

After Liang Chan answered slowly, she couldn't help but look at him more.His clothes today are a bit special. His upper body is a loose vertical striped shirt with light green stripes, which is a very fresh green color. One side of the shirt is tucked into the white slacks, and the other side is left hanging down to the thigh.

It is a test of height to wear, because if you are not careful, you will appear short, but he can't, he is completely hold, with a superior height and leg length ratio, comparable to a male model on the cover of a magazine.

If she didn't know his age, she would think he was only 20 years old.

Aunt Rong brought two bowls of small wontons and put them in front of them. Liang Chan's bowl was really more than Shao Linfeng's.

Liang Chan picked up the spoon, skimmed off the seaweed and shrimp skin floating in the soup, and asked before eating, "How about another bowl?"

Shao Linfeng had already scooped up a wonton and put it into his mouth, so his voice was slurred: "The third year of high school is hard work, eat more, and you are too thin, you will run away when the wind blows."

It's not that exaggerated.Liang Chan blew on the wonton, lowered her eyelashes, just thinking he was joking.

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Coming to the first exam at Yida High School, Liang Chan was more nervous than ever.Before her parents passed away, they seldom asked about her grades. She was able to rank among the best in school because of her self-consciousness.She is not the kind of talented student bully, every point of improvement is her reward for studying questions at night until midnight.

She used to face the exam with ease, but this time she frequently lost her mind in the exam room.She was sitting by the window seat, and the crimson orange burning clouds in the sky brought back her memories of the fire, and the words on the paper became blurred images.

As expected, she got the worst grade ever.

On the day the scores came out, on the way home, Liang Chan was so guilty that she hid her face between her knees, bent down, and pressed her chest against her closed legs.

The driver thought she was unwell and asked twice if she needed to go to the hospital.

Liang Chan shook her head and said in a muffled voice, "No need."

Will the homeroom teacher call her guardian?How should she explain to Shao Linfeng?He spent all his time sending her to the best school, but she didn't repay him with the best grades. Will he regret making this decision?
Feeling that the car was slowly coming to a stop, Liang Chan sat up straight, adjusted her breathing, and got out of the car.

Shao Linfeng was in the living room, sitting on a corner of the sofa with his legs crossed, a book spread out on his lap, and a thin wooden carved bookmark flipped over at his fingertips.

He raised his head and looked straight at her: "I'm back."

Liang Chan stopped, as if returning to the night a few days ago, he said "I'm back", and then asked her "Are you still used to the new school", so gentle.

"Yeah." Liang Chan walked over awkwardly, and confessed everything before he could speak, "I didn't pass the exam this time, I'm sorry, I will try harder next time."

These were the words she had planned all the way. She didn't hide the fact that she failed the exam, nor did she make excuses for her failure.

Shao Linfeng was very surprised, as can be seen from his expression - he raised his eyebrows, and even froze his whole body.

Two seconds later, he seemed to be unlocked the acupuncture points, put the bookmark and closed the book, looked at Liang Chan and said seriously: "Why are you saying sorry to me?"

Liang Chan's head was lowered to the maximum, her chin stuck between the two collarbones, her voice was so low that she needed to be carefully identified to hear what she said: "I did not do well in the exam, and I failed your expectations."

Shao Linfeng was like her friend, without any pretensions of an elder, he patted the sofa beside him and said to her, "Come and sit down."

Liang Chan hesitated, and sat next to him, there was room for another person in the space between.

"I have no expectations of you." His fingers were white and slender, his nails were round and neatly trimmed, and he rested his palm on his knees, and said heart-to-heart, "Xiao Chan, you only need to be responsible for yourself, and other people should not be in your consideration , don’t set too many frames for yourself.”

The more you think about it, the greater the pressure. You should live a brighter and more cheerful life at a young age, and enjoy the eighteen or nineteen years of life that you only have once in your life.

Liang Chan nodded and hummed, her ears turned red before she knew it.I don't know if Shao Linfeng noticed it, but she scratched it with her hand, making people think it was a mosquito bite.

"There are steamed pork ribs and steamed rice cakes in the kitchen. Go and eat some when you are hungry." Shao Linfeng picked up the black tea on the coffee table, and it was cool after sitting for a long time. Like a child, "Don't eat too much, it's not easy to digest."

Aunt Rong was not there, Liang Chan went to the kitchen by herself to pick up the hot food in the steamer with bowls and chopsticks, took a big bite as if venting, chewed twice, tasted the healing taste of the food itself, and slowed down the chewing movement.

Shao Linfeng... How did he know that she likes to eat these two things?

She was sure she hadn't told him.

Shao Linfeng picked up the book and went to the study room. The screen of his mobile phone lit up, and Ye Peiyong, who was far away in Germany, sent him a text message after a seven-hour time difference.

"Little Cicada, is she in a good mood?"

Two hours ago, Shao Linfeng called and asked a very strange question: how to make an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl feel better.

Although Ye Peiyong didn't understand, he gave the answer after thinking about it: "Eat delicious food, play fun, and wear beautiful clothes, all of which can make a girl of this age happy."

After answering, he thought of his niece who lived in Shao's house, and asked for confirmation: "Is it Xiaochan? What's wrong with her, has she been in a bad mood?"

Shao Linfeng said: "The class teacher called me and said that she failed in the exam. I am afraid that she will not be able to accept it for a while."

Ye Peiyong fell into silence, and couldn't help but reflect that he cared less about his niece than an outsider.

Liang Chan kept Shao Linfeng's advice in mind, and after eating a piece of rice cake and two pieces of steamed pork ribs, she stopped her chopsticks and dragged her heavy schoolbag up the stairs.

Pushing open the door, fumbling for the switch on the wall, the moment the light came on, the huge creature on the desk broke into her sight with an inescapable presence.

It is a creamy white box with a gold logo printed on it and a pink ribbon with gold trim.

Liang Chan leaned against the door with his back, put the schoolbag on the chair, and tore off the complicated bow ribbon on the box. Inside lay a small pure black dress wrapped in a translucent dustproof bag.

Perhaps the material of the skirt cannot be folded, and it is placed flat, so the box is huge.

Holding her breath, Liang Chan put it on, reached for the zipper on the back, pulled it to the butterfly bone, then reached down from the back of the neck, and closed the remaining zipper.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Liang Chan's eyes lit up. She couldn't believe that wearing an ordinary-looking black dress could have the effect of making people shine.

Carried away, she ran downstairs barefoot to find the person who had given her the dress.

Shao Linfeng sat behind the computer wearing glasses, his eyes were blurred by the reflection of the lenses, and the corners of his mouth could be seen raised: "Is it okay? I thought you wouldn't like this style."

There are stars twinkling in Liang Chan's eyes: "I like it very much."

This was the happiest moment of her days, even though she was immersed in the depression of her grades falling the moment before.

The skirt is a crossed V-neck, which is cut just right without any risk of exposure. It just fits the undulating edge of the girl's chest, revealing a bit of sexiness and maturity. The lightness and playfulness of a girl of this age.

After Liang Chan took a shower, she flung herself on the bed, remembering that she forgot to say thank you to Shao Linfeng, covered her head with the quilt angrily, and let out a whining sound that only she could understand.

Another question emerged from the chaotic thoughts, why did he give her a dress?
(End of this chapter)