I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 502 Copy
In Lin Zhiwan's cognition, the concept of the word "world" has been changing.

When she was a child, she thought the world was as big as Zhuanqiao Village.

Although there would be a bus to town passing by as soon as they went around the ginkgo tree at the entrance of the village, Lin Zhiwan only dared to glance at it from a distance at the rolling dust kicked up by the rear wheels of the bus.

To her, the village was already very big, not to mention that behind the village were winding mountains with large tracts of lush bamboo forests.

When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves on the mountain rise and fall like waves.

Lin Zhiwan imagined the sound that the wind might make when blowing through the bamboo leaves, and was thinking about digging the bamboo shoots that would sprout in the spring.

Later, Lin Tong received an admission notice from Tang'an No. 1 Experimental Middle School.

For the two siblings, it was like a ticket to a new world.

So Lin Zhiwan came to Tang'an City with her brother, carrying a lot of messy luggage and the only few hundred yuan in savings she had.

From that day on, she realized how narrow the world she knew was.

It turns out that a school can have thousands of students and teachers, it turns out that high-rise buildings can be built to a hundred stories high, and it turns out that the city nights can be as bright as day.

Later, she went to the capital again.

Compared to Tang'an, the capital city is even bigger and more magnificent, so it is more shocking.

Gradually, while realizing that the world is really big, Lin Zhiwan also clearly realized another thing.

That means she is not welcome in this big world.

In the past, it was because of financial difficulties, but now, Lin Zhiwan doesn’t even dare to look at the balance of her bank card, nor does she dare to count how many zeros are behind the number.

But she still felt unwelcome.

Lin Zhiwan sometimes stares at the subway route map in a daze. In fact, she only needs to get off a few stops earlier to reach the city center. It’s free to just take a look from a distance.

But she could only watch in silent panic as she was pushed and shoved by the torrent of people passing by on the subway platform and her courage disappeared.

This is why Lin Zhiwan still chooses to live in the Olive District, a well-known poor area, despite making money from her side job as a food blogger.

You said it was strange, the city was so big, but people couldn't find a place to call home.

But now the city has suddenly become very small, so that the person I want to see appears in front of me unexpectedly.

Lin Zhiwan stood on the balcony, looking absentmindedly at the three boys standing side by side in the shade downstairs.

Each of them held a bowl of shaved ice, with cubes of watermelon dotted on the ice covered with red jam, which was difficult to scoop out with a small plastic spoon.

"Su Chengyi, are you a pervert? You won't follow me, will you?"

Zou Lian asked with a sour face.

"I wish the amount of money you have in your pocket was proportional to your level of narcissism."

Su Chengyi scooped a spoonful of shaved ice soaked in jam and stuffed it into his mouth. His tongue was a little numb from the cold, and he answered vaguely.

These two people always argued with each other like this every time they spoke. Lin Tong spat the watermelon seeds into the trash can beside him and hurriedly explained:
"No, classmate Zou Lian, you misunderstood. Mr. Yi came to see me today. He really doesn't know that you live here."

Zou Lian snorted coldly without commenting.

He actually knew that this was probably just a coincidence, but this kind of coincidence happened too many times and too frequently, which was really hard to accept.

Although he was out of his mind last time and took the initiative to tell Su Chengyi that he was now living in this kind of low-rent housing, it did not mean that he could be calm enough to let Su Chengyi visit his residence. This would be as damaging as pouring chili oil on the wound.

"Forget it, I'm leaving! You guys continue."

Zou Lian stuck the spoon into the shaved ice. Although he didn't eat a single bite, the ice at the edge had melted a little in a short while.

"Dear, this store does not accept returns or exchanges after the sale."

Su Chengyi spoke slowly while chewing ice chips.

"I didn't buy this shit!"

Zou Lian turned around and shouted in disbelief.

Su Chengyi spread his hands and explained slowly:

“Yes, this was indeed a friendly gift from Brother Da Fei, but you did accept it when he gave it to you.

So, our rule is, if you eat it, you don’t have to pay. If you don’t eat it and waste it, you have to pay.”

".I can't eat anything after seeing your face, okay? It's disgusting."

Zou Lian angrily criticized this forced buying and selling behavior.

"Pay here."

Su Chengyi raised his hand gracefully.

Lin Tong immediately understood and picked up the sign next to him and placed it in front of Zou Lian.

"Watermelon shaved ice, five yuan a bowl. Small business, honest."

Zou Lian looked at the words above and clenched his fists.

Isn't it just five dollars? Even if he has become like this now, he can still come up with five dollars!

Come on, this is 2015, not 05. What good can 5 yuan do?

"The ice has melted. Can you give me another scoop?"

Zou Lian lowered his head and ate the ice with a "grunt" sound, and did not forget to raise his head to complain.

"You made it melt because you dawdled on it."

Su Chengyi had already finished eating the jam shaved ice below. He had specifically requested for strawberry jam, so in comparison, the watermelon above was not that appealing.

He poked up a piece of watermelon and looked up just in time to see Lin Zhiwan standing upstairs.

No one knew what she was thinking, and she looked dazed.

Su Chengyi was about to say hello to her when Lin Tong raised his voice and shouted:

"Sister, do you want to eat?"

Lin Zhiwan finally came to her senses and waved her hands in panic. Her eyes quickly swept over Su Chengyi, then she quickly turned around and slipped back into the room.

Su Chengyi was a little confused. Why did he act like he had seen the King of Hell when he saw him?
However, Zou Lian next to him uttered "Huh" for no apparent reason, and then sighed a few times in a very artificial way, "Oh my god..."

Su Chengyi glanced at him, not paying any attention to what he was doing, and simply handed the empty bowl in his hand to him.

"Hey, hey, hey, Su Chengyi, you're crazy! I still have a piece of watermelon left to eat! Pay me!"

In order to avenge Zou Lian's inexplicable behavior, Su Chengyi finally followed him upstairs, determined to visit his residence.

Although Zou Lian protested against this, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't just stay away from home forever, right?
It’s very hot and although I can’t afford to turn on the air conditioner, at least I still have a small electric fan.

"Is it really such a coincidence that you saw the tenants here for rent in the job advertisement? And then you found that everyone around is familiar with you?"

The entrance to the corridor was narrow and low, and Su Chengyi needed to lower his head slightly to avoid hitting his head.

According to Zou Lian, he really just tore off a small advertisement and saw the information about the low-rent housing here. Although it is a bit far from the city, it is cheap after all.

Su Chengyi was very familiar with this new neighborhood because after the last flood, many people who lived in cardboard houses in the Olive District moved here collectively.

Generally speaking, such neighborhood relations are very fragile, and it is very likely that a natural disaster can tear people apart, but fortunately they have two brothers, Big Fei and Little Fei.

They both have always attached great importance to brotherhood, so when the flood receded, the first thing they did was to count the number of people. After confirming that nothing serious had happened to their neighbors, they started running around contacting people and looking for a new house.

Even though they had to bribe people with money and owed them favors, they were actually able to buy a new storefront and also helped their neighbors rent adjacent houses.

So Brother Da Fei continued to run his food stall, and Brother Xiao Fei continued to run his convenience store and billiard room. Because the environment had improved, business was even more prosperous than before.

The neighbors are still the same neighbors. No matter how the world changes, they still support each other.

Su Chengyi only learned the details today and was very impressed by it.

Brother Dafei is not very good at talking, he just smiled and made shaved ice for the boys.

Brother Xiaofei is good at chatting, and he talked with a few people for a long time. At the last minute, they even made an appointment to have lunch together. Hearing Su Chengyi's question, Zou Lian, who was walking in front, rolled his eyes in annoyance and replied:
"Come on, they're your acquaintances. I didn't even know them at first, okay?"

He didn't even know his old classmate Lin Tong very well, and just knew that such a person existed.

Su Chengyi thought about it and it made sense.

In the past, Zou Lian was a serious campus celebrity, both on the radio station and on campus, so it was normal that he didn't know these marginalized socially anxious people.

"When I first moved here, I felt like I couldn't pick out a single law-abiding citizen among this group of people. My god, I wondered if that tattooed guy was some kind of gangster, but it turns out he was selling barbecue, huh."

As Zou Lian spoke, he felt like laughing again. He threw the key in his hand up and caught it again.

"Later, when Lin Tong recognized me and introduced me to them as a classmate of a certain Young Master Su, he became even more enthusiastic.

Thanks to you, I was actually a little shocked by their enthusiasm."

Zou Lian inserted the key into the door lock and opened the iron door. The rusty and dilapidated door creaked.

Su Chengyi took a step back and looked, and found that his house was even on the same floor as Lin Tong's.

"This is a humble house, but I am virtuous."

Zou Lian clapped his hands and turned on the only incandescent bulb in the room.

Su Chengyi walked into the room and looked around.

The area is about the size of a bedroom. After putting in a single bed and a table, the space left for activities is very narrow.

Standing inside with an adult's body, it feels like there is nowhere to put your feet.

Zou Lian was familiar with the place. He moved sideways to avoid the corner of the table, walked to the corner, and dragged out a plastic stool.

"sit."

Su Chengyi did not refuse and sat down in that seat.

Zou Lian squatted down, took out a plastic bag from the backpack at the foot of the bed and placed it on the table.

"I had a part-time job this morning, distributing flyers for a fruit store. When I came back, the boss gave me two kilograms of plums. I'll wash them now. Can you help me deliver some to Lin Tong's house? I'll deliver to the stores downstairs."

"Oh."

Su Chengyi nodded.

Zou Lian looked at him with some surprise, as if he was very surprised by his obedient reaction.

He turned on the faucet and was not very skilled in washing the fruit. The plums were purple-red, called "crisp red plums", and they looked very beautiful.

After washing the first one, he turned around and threw it to the "guest" on the stool.

Su Chengyi raised his hand, caught it steadily, and took a bite.

It is softer in texture than green plums, but sweet and sour and juicy.

"Is your part-time job enough to buy these two kilograms of plums?"

Su Chengyi asked sincerely.

".Please, of course you gave it to me because you were afraid it would go bad if you couldn't sell it. And if business is good, which fruit shop needs to hire people to distribute flyers?"

After saying this, Zou Lian stuffed a plum into his mouth to remind himself to be less angry with the person behind him.

Su Chengyi nodded, but didn't say anything else. He just stood up, took the fruit plate he had washed, and pushed the door open to walk out.

Zou Lian looked at his back and suddenly sighed that the essence of human nature is indeed to be servile.

Obviously, I am extremely annoyed with him most of the time, but when he is normal, I feel even more uncomfortable, the kind of discomfort that makes my hair stand on end.

Su Chengyi looked at the crystal clear and juicy plums on the plate, picked up another one and put it in his mouth, then raised his hand to knock on the door.

After knocking three times, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was Miss Lin Zhiwan, who seemed very nervous for some reason.

After realizing it was him, Lin Zhiwan gripped the door handle tightly like a frightened deer, leaving only a gap.

It seems that he is still the King of Hell. Su Chengyi thought so, raised the plate in his hand, and took the initiative to explain:
"Zou Lian asked me to bring it over."

Lin Zhiwan bit her lip, opened the door and gestured.

"Sorry, please come in."

Su Chengyi guessed that she was probably apologizing for avoiding him. Although he didn't understand why, Su Chengyi decided not to press the matter for the time being.

After all, the other party is Sister Lin, who has always been very soft-hearted. No matter what method is used to trick her into talking, it seems a bit like bullying.

Thinking of this, Su Chengyi walked sideways into the room.

The room of the Lin siblings is much more spacious than Zou Lian's, with two bedrooms and a living room.

The most important thing for food bloggers is naturally that the kitchen is kept very clean. The dining table is covered with a blue and white checkered tablecloth. In a vase made from a mineral water bottle, a bunch of small white flowers that cannot be named are swaying quietly.

In addition, there is a long sofa in the living room. Although it looks a bit old, it is very clean.

In place of the usual television spot was a desk, its wobbly legs propped up with books.

Su Chengyi took a quick look and recognized it as a "portable error notebook" given by No. 1 Middle School as a reward to students, with the school emblem printed on the cover.

Lin Zhiwan took the plate from his hand, carefully placed it on the dining table, wiped her hands, and went to the kitchen to busy herself with preparing a return gift.

Su Chengyi was eating plums and walked to the desk. He saw a stack of calligraphy books on the desk.

Lin Zhiwan was in such a hurry to open the door just now that she forgot to close the pen cap, and ink was oozing from the nib of the pen.

Su Chengyi picked up the pen and rubbed the tip of the pen on the paper to make a black dot.

Lin Zhiwan was struggling over whether to give Su Chengyi a pomelo or an orange. When she turned around, she saw Su Chengyi standing in front of the desk. She was startled and quickly put down the pomelo she was holding carefully in her hands and ran over.

The paper mostly contained some simple and commonly used words, and each word was written over and over again many times, like an elementary school student's exercise book.

Under Yang Liu's guidance, Lin Zhiwan has already recognized many characters, but recognizing them is one thing and writing them by herself is another, so she has to start by practicing with these commonly used characters.

Su Chengyi picked up the pen and wrote on the paper:
Lin Zhiwan.

His handwriting tends to be cursive, and is always smooth and flowing.

In order to make Lin Zhiwan see clearly, he was already deliberately trying to write in the regular script direction.

But in Lin Zhiwan's eyes, this was no different from a ghost painting on a peach charm.

She vaguely recalled that when she was a child, the old lady next door, Zhang, was possessed by an evil spirit, and the village specially invited a Taoist priest to exorcise the evil spirit. The font drawn on the yellow talisman by the Taoist priest was almost the same as the one written by Su Chengyi at this moment.

Not only did Su Chengyi not realize this, he also handed over the pen as if nothing had happened.

"Try writing. Shouldn't you learn to write your own name beautifully before writing?"

Lin Zhiwan took the pen nervously and felt like she almost forgot how to hold a pen.

It's like a student with poor skills taking an exam in front of his teacher.

She took great effort to control her trembling fingers, and tremblingly followed his method to write her own name.

Su Cheng thought that Lin Zhiwan was "copying" rather than "writing", and each stroke seemed to be drawn like a painting.

The three words "Lin Zhiwan" were like some unspeakable spell. It was obviously a nice name, but the way she wrote it made it sound sneaky.

After finishing the last stroke, Lin Zhiwan breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that the writing went quite smoothly this time and she did not make any corrections during the process.

So she turned towards him hopefully, as if hoping to get some praise from him.

Generally speaking, after she finished writing, Lin Tong and Yang Liu would praise her for her progress.

However, Su Chengyi smiled and said nonchalantly:
"You might as well change your name to Lin Yanu."

Lin Zhiwan blushed and took away all the papers on the table.

(End of this chapter)