When He Smiles - Chapter 3

That math class passed very slowly.

After the end of get out of class, the bell rang, and Meng Shengnan lay on the table and wanted to sleep. Out of curiosity, she still wanted to turn her head to look at the girl named Li Yan in the back row. I don’t know whether this Li Yan is another Li Yan. It has been more than a week since she was divided into classes, and few people she knew.

It’s just that, I swept my gaze around and still didn’t find the face I didn’t recognize.

“Who are you looking for?” Fu Song asked her suddenly.

Meng Shengnan raised his eyelids and glanced at him: “Beauty.”

Fu Song also turned his head to look at the back row. After a while, a girl in the second-to-last row of the third group suddenly stood up and walked out the door. A girl in the seat shouted, “Li Yan, why are you going?”

The girl who was called turned her head and smiled: “Guess.”

Fu Song turned back and asked Meng Shengnan, “Does she count?”

Meng Shengnan watched the girl walk out of the classroom with a smile, and then returned to Fu Song’s words: “Forget it.” Not only did she look beautiful, her voice was also sweet, and she looked good in school uniforms.

Fu Song: “You are not bad either.”

Meng Shengnan gave him a sideways look.

Fu Song said: “Your thinking and consciousness are a bit confused now. From the perspective of materialism, it takes a stage for things to rise to consciousness. You happen to be stuck in the center of this stage. This indirectly leads to idealism. You must make adjustments to ensure that Focus on the next class.”

Meng Shengnan: “…”

Had it not been for their respective tablemates to go to the bathroom together, I guess they would have laughed early now.

Meng Shengnan stared at him vigorously: “Fu Song.”

“Ok?”

“Are you sure you are an earthling?”

Fu Song glanced at her with a particularly serious expression.

Meng Shengnan couldn’t help saying: “You know, I admire philosophers in my life, and what they say is more truth than truth. The point is, you still don’t understand.”

Fu Song waited for her to finish.

Meng Shengnan chuckled, “I will call you Philosophy Rat from now on.”

Fu Song frowned slightly: “Why a rat?”

Meng Shengnan: “Squirrel, your name. Besides, the rat is the first in the zodiac. Isn’t it a good name?”

“Squirrels are not the same as mice.”

Meng Shengnan said that of course I knew the difference, and then smiled again: “It’s almost a philosophical rat.”

Fu Song didn’t respond, it should be regarded as a default.

After the third class in the afternoon, there is a one-hour break. Nie Jing was discussing the issue of English imperative sentences with her. When it came to modal verbs plus the original form of verbs, Qi Qiao came over to find her for dinner.

The two talked as they walked to the cafeteria.

“Song Jiashu has no time?” Meng Shengnan asked.

Qi Qiao said ‘um’, “So I can only harm you during this period of time.”

Meng Shengnan rolls his eyes: “Look at color and look down on friends.”

Qi Qiao chuckled, holding Meng Shengnan’s arm and said that he would treat himself tonight.

“It’s pretty much the same.”

The cafeteria was overcrowded, and the two of them had a good meal and finally found an empty seat to sit down. Qi Qiao was sweating, and kept using his hand as a fan, muttering and complaining: “There are too many people here.”

Meng Shengnan took a bite of the grilled sausage, looked around, and said to Qi Qiao: “If you don’t come here sooner or later, forget it.”

Qi Qiao nodded.

After eating for a few minutes, Qi Qiao asked how Meng Shengnan’s manuscript was.

Meng Shengnan shook his head: “I wrote a thousand words and deleted it, no inspiration.”

Qi Qiao reached out to touch Meng Shengnan: “Be good, touch your head.”

Meng Shengnan dodged sideways before she touched her. He gave a disgusting ‘Huh’ and patted her wrist, “oil hand.”

Qi Qiao: “Cut.”

Meng Shengnan lowered his head to drink millet porridge, raised his eyes at random, and saw a few students suddenly approaching from a position diagonally across the aisle from her. Each of them was carrying food, and there was the only girl in the middle, Li Yan.

Next to Li Yan, walked by a boy in a school uniform with an open zipper.

Among the few people, he had his hands in his pockets, and he didn’t know anything about it. Meng Shengnan slowly turned his gaze back to drink the porridge, calmly. Unexpectedly, it was really him, also a student of Ninth Middle School, who had never seen the liberal arts class at all, academically? Those boys were a little loud, and they didn’t stop laughing, so much so that Meng Shengnan couldn’t even hear them. Looking back at Qi Qiao, the girl seemed to be extremely hungry. She ate her head and didn’t pay attention to anything.

Hu Kan still laughed and scolded the gag.

A male voice said, “Hey, I said, Li Yan, you have to tie him up, this kid is wild.”

“Li Yan, this matter is on Brother’s body. I will definitely watch him for you. In the future, a pretty girl will introduce one to Brother?”

A group of boys laughed.

“Can you still eat?” It was him.

That voice is exactly the same as the lazy tone of the Internet cafe saying “try it next time”.

A group of boys collectively ‘cut’ and started to hum.

Meng Shengnan finished the meal quickly and got up and left with Qi Qiao. When passing by the table, I could vaguely hear his low smile and Li Yan’s sweet and soft voice.

She shook her head lightly to stop her random thinking.

When I was studying late at night, I got wet and wandered around. Then I told some things about studying before I left. As soon as the front foot left, the classroom opened with a bang. But before the excitement lasted for a minute, Lao Shi suddenly broke into the door with a serious expression on his face.

“Why is it noisy, do you want to study?”

With English textbooks under his wet arms, he was going back and forth in the hallway of the classroom, but his classmates did not dare to show one. She turned a few times before slowly speaking, “There is a school mock exam in November. When the time comes, the seats will be arranged according to the results, and the parents who have stepped back will be called to the parents.”

A smoky inhalation sound.

When the old wet training is finished, everyone feels that she will completely go away and will not be attacked suddenly before slowly letting go. Xue Lin patted her chest, “I was scared to death. Why is she like this? Other people sit casually.”

Meng Shengnan was making English notes and sighed.

Nie Jing slowly turned to look at Xiang Fu Song, and whispered, “Fu Song, you can tell me about this topic.”

Fu Song looked up at her: “Be careful she is watching at the back door.”

Nie Jing pursed her lips and turned around.

Xue Lin glanced at Nie Jing, then at Fu Song, and couldn’t help but complain.

The days at that time always passed without knowing it, as if the National Day holiday came all of a sudden. That afternoon, Lao Shi emphasized safety matters in the class. Everyone tried to conceal the excitement before leaving school and endured a breath of anger to listen to her.

Meng Shengnan looked sideways at the window, the blue sky and white clouds.

After school finally ended, the few next to him were packing their schoolbags. Seeing that she hadn’t moved yet, Nie Jing couldn’t help asking, “Why are you still still?”

Meng Shengnan was too lazy to squeeze the school crowd before the holiday: “There are too many people, I will leave later.”

After a while, the classroom was clean. Meng Shengnan slowly cleaned up the desk, humming a little tune. Qi Qiao didn’t go with her the day before yesterday, and returned to Song Jiashu. She is still a little bit sad—preferring **** over friends.

She carried her schoolbag and walked slowly downstairs.

The teaching building is quiet, there are not many students, there seems to be the school security uncle downstairs shouting ‘close the door.’ Meng Shengnan speeded up his pace and went downstairs, and couldn’t help but look up when he passed the science building. However, before taking a few steps, I heard a few boys walking over from one side and talking humorously.

“Too lazy to go home, where to go to play?”

“I didn’t think about it, how about Hall K?”

“The surname is Chi, how about you?”

“Internet cafe.” Casually.

The voice was low and dumb, and unspeakable laziness. She looked over, and those figures had already disappeared outside the building. Uncle Security was still shouting, Meng Shengnan got sober and then turned around and walked out from the small playground.

When you get home, turn on your computer and go online.

Many message boxes popped out and Meng Shengnan jumped.

Jiang Lang is exhausted: Xiao Meng, how much have you written?

Zhang Yiyan: What theme are you thinking about this time?

Every night in the house rains: I’m Cavan-

Guihuafu: My brother, I bought it from May to September, and sent one entry with one entry form. I still don’t believe that I won’t be able to enter the semi-finals this time! ! !

Zhou Ningzhi: How is the writing?

These people have different personalities, and they are all friends she met when she participated in the new concept last year. In the beginning, they were all familiar with each other in the group. Later, in addition to her, Zhang Yiyan, Zhou Ningzhi and Jianglang were the only ones who entered the semi-finals. In the rematch in December, they met again at the hotel arranged by the organizing committee, played cards and drinks together, and talked about everything in the world. It felt like an imperial examination candidate from all corners of the country who went to Beijing to rush for the exam, coming from afar for the sake of literature.

However, Zhang Yiyan and Zhou Ningzhi were the only winners.

Now everyone is making a comeback.

Meng Shengnan went over one by one, and only Zhou Ningzhi was online.

He immediately came back: No idea?

Meng Shengnan: Well, after thinking about several topics, I didn’t have the right appetite.

Zhou Ningzhi: Then don’t think about it. You can consider going out to have fun this National Day, maybe the inspiration will come.

Meng Shengnan: Do you think I am you, a great god——

Zhou Ningzhi: Not a great god.

Meng Shengnan: Just be modest. How can I dare to write suspense than you.

Zhou Ningzhi returned after a while: Or come to Nanjing during the holidays, and I will be the host.

Meng Shengnan stuck his tongue out: No way—you have to go to class.

Zhou Ningzhi: In class?

Meng Shengnan: My mother enrolled in a guitar class——

Zhou Ningzhi smiled: Na Cheng, see you on December 675 this year.

Meng Shengnan: Try to be as great as possible.

Turning off QQ, Meng Shengnan thought quietly for a while, then opened Word, put his hand on the keyboard, but couldn’t write a word. Zhou Ningzhi once said that as long as he still had a belief, he would keep writing it down. Jiang Lang only commented on Zhou Ningzhi, saying that he will definitely be the champion of Alloftheworld suspense circles in the next ten years.

I don’t know when it gets dark outside.

In the evening, I chatted with Meng Jin about a lot of unnourished geniuses and rolled back to bed. Meng Shengnan turned on the small table lamp on the bedside table, and the warm light of fragrance fell down. She lay on the bed and watched the count of Monte Cristo.

I fell asleep after watching it. When I woke up the next day, it was already half past seven.

Meng Shengnan simply dealt with it and went out with his guitar on his back.

The ceremony shouted at the back: “Let your dad send you there.”

“no thanks.”

It was a small bungalow with a detached courtyard, which is quite old depending on the age. But the owner was careful, and the room was spotless. This is the third time that Meng Shengnan has come here, and every time the class time is announced at the end of the previous class, it is very casual. She arrived by bus for half an hour from home.

The guitarist was a woman in her forties who was very well maintained, but she didn’t look like it.

The living room is very large, with a dozen people in a circle.

“Let’s review what we learned last time.” The woman was dressed in a casual dress, sitting on a chair with a guitar, her feet tipped back and leaning on the corner of the chair, with a literary atmosphere.

“Ms. Chen-I forgot.” A boy joked.

The woman smiled: “Then I will play it again.”

Her name is Chen Si, and she smiles very tenderly and kindly, Meng Shengnan thought, she is just like the name.

Two hours passed quickly, Meng Shengnan had no foundation, and it was a bit difficult to learn. The other students were gone, and she was still thinking about the old wrong tone. Chen Si came over with a gentle voice: “That’s a four-beat, try again.”

After a few more attempts, satisfied, Meng Shengnan got up to clean up the guitar.

“Why did you learn guitar?” Chen Si asked.

Meng Shengnan moved for a while, then looked up at her: “It’s pretty cool.”

Chen Si smiled, “It’s pretty cool.”

Meng Shengnan smiled.

“I’m in high school, right?”

Meng Shengnan said ‘um’: “I am a sophomore in the ninth middle school.”

“Ninth Middle School?”

“Ok.”

Chen Si smiled and said, “My son is also from that school, academically.”

“It’s a coincidence, but I learned the text.”

“The writing is also very good, just what you like.”

Meng Shengnan smiled and nodded, chatting for a while before getting up and leaving. The wind outside was still blowing, and it was just early autumn, and the coolness was always just right. She lowered her eyes and moved the position of the guitar, just walking to the fountain at the gate of the community. Then he raised his eyes and paused.

Stunned.

A tall boy in a gray shirt and jeans walked in front of him, with a cigarette still in his mouth. As if not waking up, the whole person was a little bit depressed, with his head drooping. As he walked, he raked his hair indiscriminately, took the cigarette off and held it in his hand, still stuck his other hand in his trouser pocket, and then spit out the cigarette leisurely.

She was standing on the left side of the fountain, and he turned in from the right.

Under the blue sky.

The wind blew eight thousand miles.