night fades

He was a little surprised, because he was not a crying child since he was a child.

Zhou Ning'an doesn't remember his baby days, but he can be sure that since he has memories, he almost never cries.Other children who cry can get love and more attention from their parents, but he has long understood that his tantrums will only irritate others, and even provide his mother with a better reason not to ignore him .

"Student Zhou Ning'an, when do you have time, can we talk?"

The first time a teacher asked him this, Zhou Ning'an was very surprised. He had never done anything in school that might attract the teacher's attention.He will always take the first place in the test every time. He maintains a polite relationship with his classmates and no one dares to provoke him. He doesn't even say a word of extraneous words in school. What reason does the teacher have to find him?After all, the students in this school come from unusual backgrounds, and their parents are either rich or noble. There is nothing important, and few teachers would ask such a question.

Keeping your distance is a correct and polite behavior, but sometimes it seems a little cold.

"Hmm...do I have any questions?" Zhou Ning'an thought for a while, and chose to answer her question politely and politely.He's sure he's not in any trouble, so he's a little curious what she'll ask.

"No problem," the teacher bent down and looked at him. When he smiled, there were two small dimples on the sides of his lips. She was very beautiful. Zhou Ning'an remembered it clearly. Her surname was Meng, and she was one of the few careless people he met. One of his people, "Just wanted to talk to you, about you."

"What's the matter with me? Tell me." Zhou Ning'an was also at the age of rebellion, and had an instinctive resistance to such visits with unknown purposes.

"Would you like to have a chat with me?" Teacher Meng sat down and looked at him with some concern in his eyes. "You can tell me anything."

"I have nothing to say. If you are fine, I want to go home. I have French class in a while." Zhou Ning'an said coldly. He felt that the teacher was a bit inexplicable. What needs to be explained.And what he wants to say, there is no need to say it to unrelated people.

"You see, it's because of this that you have no friends." Teacher Meng caught up and smiled gently, "It's not that you need to talk only when something happens, you won't be bored if you are alone ?"

"I don't have time to be bored. I'm very busy." Zhou Ning'an could see that she had good intentions, but he was far from strong enough to show his loneliness to others, so he could only grit his teeth and put on an indifferent appearance.

He had friends before, he had Lin Ye, Zhou Ning'an said to himself.

Teacher Meng didn't give up easily. She thought for a while and shouted at the boy's back, "If you keep doing this, I might need to talk to your parents. Do you have any psychological problems and don't want to talk to me?" Say, can you communicate more with them?"

Zhou Ning'an stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly, and asked, "You want to find my mother?"

"If you don't cooperate, that's all I can do. I think it's necessary for your mother to know about your situation at school. Wouldn't she be worried that you've been walking alone like this?"

Will you be worried?

"I'm like this, what's wrong?" Zhou Ning'an turned around and asked seriously.For the first time he was confused, was his life abnormal?So how do those people who seem silly and boring every day live?

"Well... there's nothing wrong, but I don't think you've ever been happy." Teacher Meng carefully chose her words and looked at him carefully, "It's not your fault that you're unhappy, but I think your mother might want to know These."

Zhou Ning'an was silent.

"You really don't want to talk to me?" Teacher Meng asked again.

Zhou Ningan lowered his head and opened his schoolbag, tore a piece of paper from his homework book, and quickly wrote down a series of phone numbers, "This is my mother's contact information, she may not answer the phone right away, but she should reply if you leave a message. Try to call her around the evening, she seems to be in a better mood at that time."

After speaking, he threw the note with the contact information of all the mothers he could think of into Mr. Meng's hand, and ran to the school gate without looking back.

The driver had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when he saw him running out, he couldn't help asking, "What's the matter today, what's the matter with the school? I didn't come out so late."

"It's nothing, let's drive." Zhou Ningan sat in the car, thought for a while, with a smile on his lips, and said, "I might have caused trouble."

"Young master can also cause trouble?" The driver has been driving their family for a long time, and since Zhou Ning'an started to go to school, he has been taking him to school full-time. This is the first time I heard that he can also get into trouble at school.

"Well, the teacher said to find a parent." Zhou Ning'an grinned, just for a moment, making the driver feel that he is still a 12-year-old child.

"What's so happy about looking for parents?" The driver said casually, "That little brat in our family didn't dare to let me know what happened to the school, and even secretly paid someone to be his father, what do you think? Don't be angry."

"Well, that's because he still has a father." Zhou Ning'an lowered his head and said in a low voice.

The driver suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing. Seeing him in the rearview mirror with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly, he felt a little uneasy, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, young master, I forgot."

Zhou Ning'an was silent for a while, then slowly raised his head, looked in the rearview mirror and said, "It's okay."

After speaking, he lowered his head and sat quietly.The driver looked at him and felt uncomfortable, thinking, it's not easy to be a child of a rich family, and he is so excited to hire a parent.

When they got home, Zhou Ning'an got out of the car. The driver handed him the schoolbag and said apologetically, "Young Master, don't feel bad, I..."

"It really doesn't matter, it's already happened anyway," Zhou Ning'an raised his head and smiled, "No matter what he says, he won't come back. He's already thought about leaving, and even if I say something, it's probably useless."

I don't know what kind of mood his father was driving into, Zhou Ning'an suddenly felt a little confused. If he can't get his mother's love, will he have no nostalgia at all?What about yourself, can't you even think about it?

He went into the house to change his shoes, walked into the dining room and drank a glass of water, the butler came over and called him: "Young Master, Madam is here, she doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Zhou Ning'an smiled proudly, "Yes, I know."

"you know?"

"I know why," Zhou Ning'an smiled playfully, it was hard to see the expression on his face, "Don't worry, it's because of me."

The housekeeper roughly understood, and nodded with a slightly complicated expression, "Madam is in the living room."

Zhou Ning'an put down his water glass, quietly walked into the living room, and looked inside. His mother was making a phone call with her back turned to him. Opposite was the window, and the setting sun shone beautifully on her.

At that moment, Zhou Ning'an seemed to understand that his father was dead, so his mother would be his sole guardian, staying in this family forever.Whether she wants to or not, how often does she come to see him, this kind of bond is written in blood, unless blood is used, it will not be broken.

Zhou Ning'an went up and knocked on the door, but Ling Zi didn't look back, "Come in."

"Okay, I understand the situation, and I'm sorry to trouble you." Ling Zi said some polite words to the other end of the phone, hung up the phone, turned to look at him, and raised one eyebrow, "Your teacher called me Got the phone."

"Really, what did you say?" Zhou Ning'an raised his head nervously to look at his mother, and grasped the corner of his clothes with some force.What made him nervous was not what the teacher would say, but his mother's attitude.

"Sit down." Ling Zi walked to the sofa and sat down, took a sip from the teacup, and looked up at Zhou Ning'an, "Why are you nervous? How can I teach you how big things can be? Come and sit down. "

Zhou Ning'an walked over to sit down, imitated his appearance, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, reluctantly approaching the conversation with a negotiating attitude.

"So, you didn't do well in school?" Ling Zi asked.

"It's not bad, it's just..."

"How was class?"

"Very well, no problem." Zhou Ning'an replied honestly.

"What about extracurricular activities?"

"Participating as arranged."

"Relationship with the board of directors?"

"Being familiar."

Ling Zi raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction, put down her teacup, and said impatiently, "Then what is your problem?"

"I...I have no friends." Zhou Ning'an said in a low voice, raised his eyes to see Ling Zi's expression, and quickly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Ling Zi heard this and was silent for a while, then stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know how many meetings I have today?"

A trace of panic flashed in Zhou Ning'an's eyes, and he looked up at her.

"There have been enough things after your father's death, and you asked your teacher to call me just because of this?" Ling Zi's smile seemed a little contemptuous, "You don't even dare to tell me yourself."

"I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose." Zhou Ning'an hurriedly stood up, incoherently not knowing how to explain, "She said we need to talk, I don't know... I don't know if I call you myself, will you come over? .”

silence.

"I'm sorry, I miss you very much." After a while, Zhou Ning'an murmured, "Did I cause you any trouble?"

"Yes, it's very troublesome." Ling Zi closed her eyes and said cruelly.

"Not next time." Zhou Ning'an whispered, "I mean, next time, I won't bother you anymore."

"Very good," Ling Zi picked up her coat and walked out. When she turned her head and bumped into Zhou Ning'an's eyes full of anxiety and that moment of expectation, she paused and said, "I promise your father will take care of you." When you reach adulthood and watch you start a family, since I promised, I will do it. But you, do you still want to be a child for a few more years? Hurry up and grow up, it will be fine when you grow up, Ning An."

In Zhou Ning'an's memory, this seemed to be the first time she didn't call him by his full name so intimately.After removing his surname, her voice finally seemed to soften a little.