Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

"Ruochun and Jingming"

Volume One: Ruo, Spring and Jingming

chapter1

Du Ruo sat in the hard seat for 33 hours. When he got off the train, his feet were swollen like blisters with water bubbles.

Beijing West Railway Station was crowded and had a fight with her grandmother's granddaughter to catch thousands of ducks.

She was thin and thin, a bean sprout that had fallen into a duck pile, wrapped in a roll and rolled off the platform, and rushed to the train station hall.

The cell phone in his pocket shouted and shouted. When Du Ruo dug his phone, someone looked around, wondering that there were still Nokias in this era.

Du Ruo murmured: "Hey?"

"Where have you been?" On the phone, the boy's voice was a little impatient.

"Get off the train."

"Ask where are you!"

She looked around for signs: "Lobby. North Plaza Hall."

"The parking lot in the North Three Districts, Zone A 0209." After that, he froze, as if making the call made him more strenuous.

Du Ruo has seen Jingming.

Four years ago, the Jing family went to the southwest border to show their love to the poor students and took their son Jing Ming with them.

The fourteen-year-old boy was tall, thin, and innocent, making Du Ruo's black and thin children look dumbfounded and afraid to approach.

The boy, who looks as good as an angel, only cares about playing the iPad in the car, and when his mother pulls him off the car, he raises his eyebrows and looks disgusted.

The original plan was to have a light meal at Du Ruo's house. Jing Ming refused to live or die. He didn't even touch her drinking glass. The Jing family and his wife stopped and returned soon.

When Jing Ming got on the train, a reporter from the TV station gave Du Ruo a bunch of flowers and asked her to send them over.

The teenager sat in the car with a warning look, and she did not step forward.

He slammed the door.

Du Ruo dragged a huge box and asked all the way, and finally found the parking lot in the North Third District.

There is a white car parked in area 0209, with a arrogant shape like a tank.

Jing Ming is thin, with white shirts and jeans, leaning on the front cover to play games. He wears sunglasses, plugs in headphones, and chews gum from time to time on his jaw.

"Fuck!"

"Mom's stupid!"

"Will you **** play!"

With the sweat of Du Ruo's head, his palms were wet and clutching the tow box, and walked towards him.

Jing Ming shook his phone quickly with both hands. Yu Guang noticed that someone was approaching, his face turned slightly, his sunglasses were covered, his eyes couldn't be seen clearly, and his face was almost without expression.

He did not respond until she came to stand in front of him. The steep eyebrow peak on the sunglasses was picked very lightly.

After the black lenses, the teenager looked alert and glanced up and down.

Her hair was sweaty, her shirt was wrinkled, her complexion was pale, and she was embarrassed. A pair of black-and-white eyes stared at him, like the ducklings who had separated and returned.

He finally remembered what he was doing. Mobile games have shown signs of decline, he said disappointingly, "No more, withdraw."

He pulled off his headphones and stuffed his jeans pocket: "Du Ruochun?"

Du Ruo said softly, "I changed my name."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Du Ruo."

The corner of his right lip tilted upwards.

I thought, Oh, Du Ruo?

Do you still look like this? Dog tail grass.

He took the car key out of his pocket and banged it, and the trunk popped open. He pointed with his chin and motioned her to put the suitcase in.

Du Ruo didn't say a word, lowered his head and walked to the back of the car to pick up the box. She was sweating on her forehead and flushed.

Jing Ming glanced at her, her eyebrows wrinkled deeply, twisted into a frown, and the words "Exclusion" were written all over the body.

He finally couldn't stand it, walked over, and grabbed the box in her hand to throw it into the car. He didn't expect the box to sink to death. That's a joke.

Jing Ming blushed and threw the box into the trunk. He couldn't help but cursed his teeth: "Fuck! It's so heavy."

Du Ruo whispered, "I brought a gift to my uncle and aunt."

Jingming fired for no reason: "What gift? The stone in your hometown?"

"..."

She said nothing.

He approached her, grabbed the trunk, and fell on his back. The tall man blocked the lights in the parking lot for an instant. He smelled the smell of the train carriage on her and wrinkled his nose again in disgust.

Du Ruo didn't realize it, Nana flattered, "You ... have grown so tall."

Jing Ming teased her clumsy flatteringly and said disdainfully, "Have we met?"

"Yes, four years ago, my uncle and aunt took you to our house."

"I don't remember," he said. "Don't be too close."

Du Ruo shut up.

The car detoured in the underground parking lot. The alarm sounded in the car. Jing Ming was annoyed and said, "Fasten your seat belt."

"Ok?"

"Fasten your seat belt!"

She quickly pulled out the belt next to the seat and fastened it, and found that the temper was not bad, and she was not generally disgusted. She was also at a loss. This embarrassing sadness and embarrassment were as if TV reporters took turns to interview and bombard her home after being admitted to a prestigious school, forcing her to express her gratitude.

Fortunately, when she first came to the capital, she was happy, and she was quickly attracted by the scenery outside the window.

Summer has not yet passed, and the poplar trees and sycamore trees on both sides of the road are gloomy. Under the blue sky, there are many high-rise buildings, the overpass shuttles, and the hot wind blows into the windows from the reinforced concrete buildings.

The wind is hot and dry.

After reporting to school tomorrow, we will start a new life in this modern international metropolis.

The best capital, the best university.

She was excited and uncontrollable.

Before that, she had to visit Jing's uncle and aunt first. Her father died prematurely, and her family was poor. If it were not for the Jing family's support, she would have had to make ends meet and drop out of school to do small businesses in the urban village.

Although in an interview last month, showing her gratitude in front of the camera over and over again made her embarrassed. But this kindness was sincere, and she kept it in her heart.

The two did not speak along the way.

After half an hour, the car was parked in a residential area. Old red-walled brick buildings, a row of small restaurants outside the community, such as Guilin rice noodles, yellow rice chicken rice, Chongqing noodles and the like.

When Du Ruo got out of the car, and was lamenting that Jing's family had ordinary living conditions but had been helping her, Jing Ming locked the door and walked to a building on the roadside.

She quickly followed and reminded: "My luggage is still in the car."

Without looking back, he took three steps: "No."

Du Ruo followed Jingming upstairs, but did not expect to be an Internet cafe.

Jingming found a phone and put on his headphones to start playing games.

He stared at the screen with his eyes lighted, and his slender fingers quickly fluttered on the keyboard, cracking the keyboard, and a few swear words popped out of his mouth from time to time.

On the screen, the villains were killed and killed, and the light waves exploded.

Du Ruo did not understand and was not interested, so he could only sit and wait.

After the end of the game, he won, and he was in a good mood. He laughed with his companion at the other end of the screen and turned to see Du Ruo sitting in a daze.

Without saying a word, he reached over to power on her computer.

Du Ruo noticed that there was a long pale golden dragon-shaped pattern on the sleeves of his white shirt, meandering from the shoulders to the cuffs, complex and magnificent, but low-key and dim, unnoticed without a closer look.

See also a small square silver-gray embossing on the inside of the sleeve of his shirt, a touch of finishing touch. Each button is made of cypress wood, with micro-carving, and there are holes in the nuances.

The fabric of the shirt is very textured, and it fits well on him. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary white shirt, but when you look closely, it is exquisite and rare.

She lowered her head to hide the thread on her shirt sleeve.

Jing Ming continued to play the game.

Du Ruo had nothing to do when he turned on the computer. She was too tired to run around all day. She yawned a few times and fell asleep on the table unconsciously.

Jing Ming played a glance towards her head halfway through the game, she fell asleep quietly, her eyes lightened. The small eyelash brushes are usually drooping, dark and long.

On the computer screen is the official website of her school.

He glanced expressionlessly.

In the virtual world, there is a slaughter, and the sky is getting darker.

Du Ruo slept for a long time, someone pushed her shoulder.

She woke up and opened her eyes, Jing Ming took off the headset, and she asked, "Done?"

He handed her a hundred dollars and asked: "Go, buy a bowl of instant noodles." Then he put on his headphones again.

Du Ruo glanced at the computer screen at seven in the evening. She said nothing and got up with her money.

It was dark outside the window, and the Internet was full of young people wearing headphones, sitting side by side in front of the computer to fight.

Several girls were shopping at the front desk, and Du Ruo was behind the line. While waiting, she accidentally glanced at the mirror next to her, startled.

In the mirror, her hair was greasy and messy, her cheeks were yellow, and her figure was thin and slender. She wore an overly loose white shirt and jeans, and she couldn't hide her outdated style with clean clothes.

Du Ruo understood what was the lingering emotion since seeing Jing Ming-humble.

It's all white shirts and jeans, but that's not the same thing. One delicate, one ugly, is a different breed.

He was so handsome and handsome. And she ...

She remembered the way he frowned again and again, and immediately felt ashamed.

...

Du Ruo soaked in two bowls of noodles, and put ninety-five yuan under Jingming's bowl.

Jing Ming raised his noodles and started to eat. He accidentally glanced at the remaining money and asked casually, "Just five yuan for two bowls of noodles?"

"My own money."

Jing Ming froze for a moment. After half a moment, he raised his lips, smiled strangely, and said nothing, and continued playing the game.

Du Ruo's face became hot for an instant, and he knew what his smile meant.

Her money is not hers either.

Jing Ming's mobile phone has been ringing. He doesn't care, he just plays games.

Until he finally had enough fun, went to the front desk to check out, went out of the Internet cafe, and went down the stairs. The phone rang again, and he picked it up, impatiently: "People got it .... what's the time, what can I do if the train is late? ... Okay, I'll be back soon."

Looking back at Du Ruo: "Go home and they ask, know how to answer?"

Du Ruolian nodded again and again: "I know. My train is late."