My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 5 We Are Two Fishes on Christmas Eve (1)
This college entrance examination score is rather embarrassing, and it can allow me to be admitted to some inferior second colleges, but it is more suitable for filling in better colleges.For me, it doesn't matter which school or major it is. The current priority is to get closer to Ling Yiyao.

So I took the admission notice of a college and set foot on the bus to Nanjing with her.

Our school is not in the same district, but it is only half an hour's drive away. It is not difficult to date usually, and we meet at least two or three times a week.Although he has left the devil-like strict high school and has complete independent personal freedom, getting along with each other is still like walking on thin ice, and even holding hands when going out on the street is trembling, for fear that Yao Qiansui will suddenly appear and stage a street scene of "beating mandarin ducks with sticks".

On the first National Day of the university, Da Qiao came to Nanjing with his girlfriend to play. They were tired of each other, making love to each other, shamelessly showing their affection in front of Ling Yiyao and me.In order to show that we are not rookies, I bravely hugged Ling Yiyao's body, and the two of them walked awkwardly and nervously. Da Qiao turned to look at me, and shouted loudly: "Hey! What are you doing? Patient going to the toilet?"

As much as I hate to admit it, I have to say that the posture is indeed very similar.

From then on, whenever we walked on the dimly lit avenue with few pedestrians, Ling Yiyao would ask, "Do you want to practice?"

"Practice."

So I hugged her waist or shoulders, and the two of them walked step by step, as seriously as if they were learning ballroom dancing, and sometimes she would seriously hum the wedding march: "Wait, light, light, wait, light, etc." lamp……"

Ling Yiyao is playful and cute, without any trace of affectation. She likes to walk on regularly arranged stone roads, likes to step on my footprints, likes to hook her fingers to flirt with cats and dogs, and likes to stay in front of all objects that can reflect people.

"Come and take a look," she pulled me to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the mall, standing side by side, "how do you feel?"

I said, "A talented man and a beautiful woman?"

She shook her head and said, "A flower stuck in cow dung."

There are relatively few courses in the freshman year, and we have been wandering around heartlessly last semester, which seems to be a disguised revenge for the painful life in high school.To me, dawdling around is as easy and comfortable as basking in the sun, but Ling Yiyao is different. She can't forgive herself for wasting her time. During the winter vacation, she suddenly proposed to work part-time, euphemistically called "work-study program".

I asked, "What kind of work are you going to do?"

Ling Yiyao was a daughter at home, but a proud child at school. She didn't have many opportunities to contact the society. She thought hard for several days, and finally came up with a solution that was nothing more than washing dishes, serving dishes and handing out leaflets.

"Is that the only idea?" I laughed.

She pouted and said aggrievedly, "But I don't know anything else."

"Do you know what my grandpa does?"

She shook her head in confusion.

I proudly told her: "My grandfather used to make popcorn in the countryside, and I have been his apprentice since I was a child."

After the winter vacation, I took out the set of tools and took them to Nanjing in a suitcase, and soon set up a popcorn stand on the side of the road in the university town.Ling Yiyao had seen this thing before when she was a child. She shook the handle of the converter, shrinking her head nervously. As long as I stomped my feet, she immediately ran away screaming in fright.

Passers-by cast curious and friendly eyes, and then laughed together.

Ling Yiyao watched from a distance, and I held the handle and shook it slowly, trying to make every grain of corn in the converter evenly heated.When the pointer of the barometer reached the ideal position, I stood up and shouted: "Get on the pot! Who is a coward? Cover your ears!"

So, Ling Yiyao covered his ears together with the children onlookers.

There was a loud "bang", the fragrance filled the air, and the car parked nearby sounded a shrill siren. Many passers-by were startled, and soon they were attracted by this old thing that had disappeared from the streets of the city for many years.

The child clapped his little hands and laughed, and Ling Yiyao also shyly yelled according to the original plan: "Popcorn..."

I'm sure that even if I handed her a loudspeaker, her cries would not be heard five meters away. Fortunately, the popcorn was loud enough to take over the cries originally assigned to Ling Yiyao.

"The proprietress takes money." The guests said to her.

Ling Yiyao's little face was flushed with shame, but he snickered again with his mouth puffed out.

As educated urbanites, Ling Yiyao's parents believed that intellectuals must be respectable, just like the gentry in the Southern Dynasties. If they knew that their good daughter was selling popcorn on the streets of Nanjing, they would probably have a knife to chop my heart off.Ling Yiyao had been poisoned by such thoughts for many years, and she couldn't let go of her posture at first, but she stood by for two hours, and slowly integrated into this happy atmosphere.

"Are you still yelling?"

She said embarrassingly: "I can't shout..."

"Be bolder, and shout out as soon as you grit your teeth," I thought for a while, and then said, "How about I count one, two, three, and we shout together, so you won't be afraid?"

She nodded and said, "Okay."

"one two Three!"

"Sell popcorn!" She closed her eyes tightly, covered her ears, and yelled out alone at the highest decibel level since we met, then opened her eyes and let go, and asked suspiciously, "Did you yell too?"

"Of course..." I said solemnly.

The popcorn sold very well that day, and Ling Yiyao's satchel was full of banknotes and coins. Although the denominations were not large, the visual impact was so strong that we thought we were about to enter the rich list.We left our tools in a small restaurant we frequented frequently, and the two of us sat cross-legged on a bench in a small park to count the money and split up the spoils. Each of us shared more than 170 yuan.

"It's the first time I've made money in my life!" Ling Yiyao actually trembled in front of money.

I asked, "How are you going to spend it?"

"What do you spend, put it in the bank..." She muttered, stuffing crumpled banknotes, big and small, into her bag. She looked up at me again, and asked, "What about you, how do you spend it?"

I stretched out my hand to pinch her cheeks and said, "I'll feed you first."

Originally, we thought that with this lucrative business, life would be easier in the future, and we could even support ourselves, but we were stopped after only a few days.A blue and white car parked in front of the booth, and several urban management brothers with round waists and broad backs jumped out, urging us to pack up our things and leave quickly, otherwise we will be "you're welcome".

"Why?" Ling Yiyao protested unconvinced, "We won't leave!"

One of the young urban management officers said: "You should go. If someone else took care of it, your belongings would have been thrown into the car and dragged away. We think you two are college students and gentle scholars, so we talked with you. Negotiable."

Obviously, this stall is doomed to fail.

Ling Yiyao couldn't help squatting on the side of the road and wiping tears. These two days, she was pinching her fingers and looking forward to a bright future. Now she is forced to close down the stall and close down, which is somewhat unacceptable.I said: "If you don't do it, then don't do it. It's just for fun, and it's impossible to sell popcorn for a lifetime."

She pushed my hand away, sobbing and said, "Who is playing with you? Am I serious?"

In order to soothe her wounded heart, I took her to see a midnight movie, "A Chinese Journey to the West", which was broadcast in two consecutive episodes, and it only cost ten yuan.The counter asked us if we wanted popcorn, and Ling Yiyao and I laughed foolishly, which confused the teller and muttered that we were crazy.

Maybe I was too tired during the day, and as soon as "Cinderella" started to air, I began to doze off, and I vaguely heard Fairy Zixia say to Zhizunbao: "Now I declare that everything on this mountain is mine, including yours." Inside!"

There were not many spectators in the night show, and laughter was sparse.

"The Supreme Treasure has three moles!" Ling Yiyao pushed me excitedly.

"Oh..." I responded perfunctorily while falling into a dream.

It wasn't until the end of the movie that I woke up in a daze. I turned around and saw Ling Yiyao wiping tears again. I asked puzzledly, "Still thinking about the popcorn stand?"

She shook her head and said no.

"Then what's wrong with you, can you still cry while watching comedy movies?"

"You don't understand." She put on her coat, got up and left.

The street was empty in the middle of the night, dimly lit by street lamps, I put my arms around Ling Yiyao's thin shoulders, and tried my best to drive her away from the cold air of the early spring night.She kept silent all the time, feeling a little depressed, and when she was about to walk to the hotel where she was staying, she suddenly said: "Lu Qinyang, if one day we want to separate, just think about the days when we sold popcorn together on the street, okay? "

At that time, I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyelids open, I heard it but didn't take it into my heart, thinking that she was still thinking about the expulsion during the day, so I just responded perfunctorily.Many years later, I saw an old-fashioned popcorn machine that was almost extinct again on the street. I suddenly remembered what Ling Yiyao said to me, and my thinking stopped for a moment, and then I was shocked by the overwhelming pain and couldn't breathe.

Maybe this is love.

Too sensitive at first, then too forgetful.

Ling Yiyao was obsessed with the work-study plan, and stubbornly believed that without part-time work experience, he could not be regarded as a real university, so he looked around for part-time job information.Even when we were eating in a small restaurant, she always asked if there was a shortage of manpower, and the waiter girl quickly brought back a reply from the boss: "There is only one lady boss missing here."

Ling Yiyao was a little frustrated, but soon she regained her composure and said, "You know what? The boss here has always had a crush on this waiter, but he was too embarrassed to speak up. Just now he said 'there is only one lady boss missing'. It was hinting to the waiter, but unfortunately the waiter is too stupid to understand."

I couldn't help being in awe: "How do you know this?"

She squinted and smiled: "I'm talking nonsense."

I was immediately speechless.

But she rested her cheeks and said narcissistically, "Maybe the truth is like that. Then in the love story between the two of them, I am a supporting role who has never met before, how amazing it is!"

In order to eliminate her inner resentment, in the end I struggled to find a part-time job for her. On weekends, I would help a few children with their homework and urge them to do their homework.The remuneration offered by the parents was quite reliable, but according to people familiar with the matter, those children were very difficult to deal with. The previous tutors all ended their short-term teacher-student relationship with a sentence of "Please be wise."

Ling Yiyao was quite well prepared. He not only borrowed a formal suit from his senior sister, but also figured out an expression she named "non-angry self-prestige", which is specially used to intimidate disobedient children.She held her breath, her face was stern, her eyes were uncertain like incandescent lamps with unstable voltage, and she asked, "Is my expression scary?"

I tried my best to resist the urge to laugh out loud, nodded and said, "Well, I'm breaking out in a cold sweat."

Only then did she set off in relief.

In the evening of that day, she called and said frightenedly, "Those kids are very obedient. How can they be as bad as you? They still call me Teacher Ling. They are so respectful that they don't dare to look up when they are doing their homework."

I couldn't help but smile knowingly: Children are the species that are best at "judging people by their appearance".

During the time when Ling Yiyao was a tutor, I worked odd jobs near the school, or recruited students for English tutoring classes, or ran errands for fast food restaurants, and even did loading and unloading in supermarkets.Even so, like most campus couples, we still live on a tight budget and carefully save every penny we earn.

Because Ling Yiyao wanted to save enough money to go to Dalian or Xiamen to see the sea with me.

"I have more heart but not enough money!" Looking at the beautiful beaches in travel magazines, she felt a little depressed.

I very much hope to realize her wish. In addition to working hard to make money and save money, I also pay special attention to those TV entertainment programs with big prizes such as a three-day trip to Bali Island, and double-flying to New Malaysia and Thailand.Later, I realized that I was thinking too much.

However, when Ling Yiyao's parents proposed to take her to Qingdao to play on May Day, this guy who dreamed of seeing the sea was rejoicing for a while, but decided to give up this opportunity.She said: "It's better for you two to go and make up for the honeymoon trip more than [-] years ago, and I will stop being a light bulb."

Her parents couldn't resist, so they had to agree.

"Aren't you sorry?" I asked.

"What do you regret?" She gave me a blank look and said, "Didn't we agree to go together? I don't want to tell you on the phone how big the sea is, how empty the sky is, and how many grains of sand are on the beach!"

I was moved and ashamed at the time, determined to realize her wish as soon as possible, however, Ling Yiyao gradually brought up this topic, as if it was just a whim.She deposited the money we had saved into a bank account, and while the amount was growing at a snail's pace, at least it was increasing.

"My own money, tsk tsk." She looked at the thousand and hundreds of dollars in Cary and was complacent.

Sometimes I'm particularly envious of a buddy in the dorm.

He and his girlfriend are much more comfortable. The difficulty of traveling for the two of them is like going to a movie with Ling Yiyao. It is only a matter of time and willingness.They will post photos of the journey on their personal homepages, such as the sea of ​​clouds at a height of ten thousand feet, exquisite and rich food, magnificent mountains, and buildings of different styles, all of which are just because he has a good father.

Fortunately, Ling Yiyao doesn't care about these.We still had a good time in Nanjing City, Confucius Temple, Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Presidential Palace, Zijin Mountain, those places have left our footprints, and the cost of visiting in one day is less than [-] yuan.

Once, we rented bicycles and rode aimlessly to a secluded tree-lined road. She took a photo of the sunset and saved it in her online photo album, saying: "The scenery around me is so beautiful. Why travel across mountains and rivers to search for it in other places?"

During the final exams, as a top student, she gave up all recreational activities, stayed behind closed doors, and concentrated on studying.And I, a scumbag, can play games with peace of mind as long as I finish the cheat sheet.

"Knowledge is money, kid," she told me earnestly, holding a stack of scholarships.

Inspired by her, I also gradually began to change, no longer dawdling around, and often went to the library of her school to read books together.In the second semester of my sophomore year, I finally experienced the feeling of receiving a scholarship for the first time in my life. Although it is only a minimum scholarship of [-] yuan, it has historical significance.

As good buddies, Zishi and Da Qiao worked tirelessly to come to Nanjing after hearing the news, to celebrate the happy event with me, and help me spend all the scholarship money.

"It's okay, when they get the scholarship, we'll go eat too!" Ling Yiyao comforted.

I couldn't help but looked up to the sky and sighed: "We can't wait for that day in our life."

Just like this, we kept getting mixed up, and at the end of our junior year, Ling Yiyao and I were in danger of parting ways.She still has a year to graduate from her undergraduate degree, and she will have to take the postgraduate entrance examination in the future, and I am already facing an internship.She suggested: "Why don't you go to the college entrance examination?"

I don't quite accept such a proposal: "I'm almost graduating, and it's too late to take the exam now. Even if I pass the exam, I have to study for another two years of undergraduate studies, which is not worthwhile."

"But, I want you to stay with me for two more years. I'm so boring going to school alone." She said aggrievedly.

(End of this chapter)