Ten days you taught me how to fall in love

1.first day

Xerox pinched the seam of his trousers and wiped all the sweat from his palms.

The girl standing next to him jumped briskly in her little red leather shoes, and accidentally stamped a flower on his newly bought ASICS.But at the moment, everyone is immersed in excitement and excitement, and no one cares about this little unpleasantness.

It was nine o'clock, and the winter sun was slowly rising, and the golden light that finally escaped was quickly blocked by the clouds drifting past.

Teacher Xu, who leads the team, is over forty years old, and has a calmer demeanor than the other two young female teachers.

She shouted loudly and dignifiedly: "Students, stand in a row according to the class, and we will be there in 5 minutes." They all appear educated.

The students who heard the order started to rustle, and twenty people quickly stood in a neat row.

They stood expectantly at the gate of the magnificent school of Yinghua International School, waiting for the arrival of the bus full of pen pals.

That's right, what they were going to welcome was short-term exchange students from their friend school—Blanger Private School.

Yinghua International School is a "noble school" in this city. It is well-known for its annual fee of 20 yuan. It is affectionately called Yinghua Organ School by students from other schools - because most of the students studying in this school are high-ranking government officials. Children or children of wealthy businessmen.Yinghua School lives up to its reputation, solidly implements quality education in name but aristocratic education in fact, and has all kinds of teachers from preschool to high school.

The children studying here start to learn English from the preschool class. All the courses except the Chinese class are taught in English, while the foreign language class is to learn small languages ​​according to their interests.In junior high school, the minority language courses were fixed and became the direction of future development abroad. Students were also divided into English classes, French classes, German classes, Spanish classes, and so on.Each language is divided into two classes, AB and AB, according to the grades, and students are taught in accordance with their aptitude.

Xerox is a member of English Class A in the second year of senior high school. They have established a pen pal relationship with Branger's private classmates under the promotion of teachers on both sides since high school, and they send emails to each other about their lives every week.

His pen pal is Via Duboer, a blond girl who looks like a doll. Of course, what matters is not her appearance but her kind heart.

In the face of the two-year-long weekly harassment from Xerox, a good-for-nothing homeboy, she not only did not show boredom, but carefully enlightened and comforted her.

Shi Le'an, who has been traumatized in life, always communicates with her like a patient with pneumoconiosis washing his lungs. After a short period of pain, he can gain fresh strength.

That's right, Wei Ya's sharp language can easily be misunderstood as sarcasm if you don't understand it carefully, but Xerox, who has been a pen pal with her for two years, knows clearly that it is not hurt, but friendship.

He stared forward with wide eyes, as if he could see farther in this way.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a grain of sand blinded his eyes.

Xerox rubbed his eyes anxiously, and kept clicking his tongue impatiently in his heart. Just as he was blinking his eyes, the bus whistle sounded.Under the leadership of the teacher, the students around him applauded enthusiastically. Xerox, like a blind man, blinked at a weird high speed while clapping his hands vigorously.

The foreign students in the car got off one by one, and Yinghua's students couldn't help but get closer.

The foreign teacher who led the team was a middle-aged woman with a crew cut, red lipstick on her mouth, and a jacket, looking very cool.

She said loudly to her students: "Go find yourself a partner, girl with girl, boy with boy...Green, what are you doing!"

A brown-haired girl in a miniskirt quickly put away her powder cake and rolled her eyes.

In a burst of simple English conversations, Xerox finally squeezed out the sand of the bad thing through tears. He quickly wiped his face and looked around to find Wei Ya.

Fortunately, he saw Wei Ya at first glance, and Wei Ya nodded towards him.Unfortunately, while he was rubbing his eyes, all the students had found their partners, and now they were standing in a group of two and lined up in two rows, while Shi Le'an was standing alone between the two rows, like The black goat that only mixes with the white sheep is particularly eye-catching.

Teacher Xu was the first to realize that something was wrong, because the number of people on both sides was the same because of the need to form a partner, how could there be students who placed orders?She hastily confirmed the number of people with Mr. Ethan, who led the team from Branger's private school.

Ethan—the middle-aged woman with the crew cut quickly reacted, quickly climbed onto the bus, and then quickly grabbed a boy in a hoodie and down jacket and got off in the posture of an eagle catching a chicken.

Xerox looked at the boy's profile expectantly. The latter yawned, and a cloud of white mist sprayed out from his mouth.He slowly took the suitcase under the bus as if he hadn't woken up, and then dragged the clattering suitcase to Xerox Eucalyptus.

In just a few steps, many small things fell out of his box.

Xerox looked behind him with concern, and it turned out to be a small box of paint.Before he opened his mouth to remind him, something even more surprising happened. The pen pal he was thinking of—Via Duboer bent down and trotted to pick up those paint boxes.

"Huang! Did you do it on purpose, you idiot?" Wei Ya held the paint in both hands and bumped the tall boy with her elbow.

"Thank you," the dumb but smooth boyish voice came from under the shadow of the hood, and the boy raised his hand to lift off the hood, revealing a 100% Asian face and a mouthful of porcelain white teeth: "I love Meddling little sister."

The teacher enthusiastically announced the itinerary for the next two weeks on the podium. The foreign and Chinese children under the podium listened attentively, except for one person——

Zhou Huang.

Or Huang Cho Dubor.

Xerox still can't believe that he has got a Chinese partner, and this guy who can introduce himself in standard Mandarin is now sleeping soundly on the table.

His dark green hood was neatly lying on his back, revealing his black hair that was spread out like a chicken coop.Xerox observed him with complicated emotions, and found that the part of his neck that was exposed was a shiny light brown.

Maybe it's mixed race?

Can't blame him for adoring foreigners.You know, he has been looking forward to receiving a foreign friend since half a year ago, and the two happily communicate smoothly in English, which he has learned since preschool. His fluent English and confident expression will attract some passers-by when walking on the road, thus cast envious glances at him.

That's right.All he was looking forward to was this little vanity.

And this classmate Zhou Huang, who was sleeping soundly, easily shattered his dream.

Xerox retracted his gaze, and the students sitting around were talking in low voices, laughing small and piercingly.He was angry from his heart, evil from his gut, and stretched out his hand to push classmate Zhou who was lying on the table.

"Get up." His voice trailed off when he spoke.

Yes, he is a coward.

The head buried in the crook of the arm arched restlessly, and his bristly black hair was rubbed more and more teeth and claws. Fortunately, Zhou Huang got up from the table in the end.

"Ha~" He stretched out his arms and yawned contentedly. He opened his fist in a semicircle and brushed past Xerox's head.

FU*K.

Xerox shrank back and lowered his head a little.

"Lesson, come down?" Zhou Huang said slowly, his voice was a little low, but not thick, and he spoke like an electric guitar plucking strings.

"Huh?" Xerox understood, and asked tentatively, "You mean, is get out of class over?"

Zhou Huang blinked, paused, and then nodded.

He had a very thick and colorful face.The eyebrows are thick and dense, the eyelashes are black and slender, the bridge of the nose is straight with a small hump above it, and the lips are bright red like they just ate a red dragon fruit.

Such a face looks good even with a chicken nest head, but in Xerox's eyes, the advantages of his facial features are like being mosaiced. He can only see Zhou Huang's dull look, as if his brain is not working well.

"If your Chinese is not good, I can speak English." Xerox suggested intimately.

This time Zhou Huang shook his head quickly and said in stuttering Chinese: "No, speak...speak Chinese."

His performance in these two sentences was in stark contrast to his smooth self-introduction before.Xerox couldn't help but wonder if he was kidding himself when he said he was Chinese.

"Are you really Chinese?"

"Yeah." Zhou Huang nodded and said, "Country, country, country...nationality, China."

Xerox nodded, thinking maliciously, this person must not be a stammer.

"Oh, your nationality is Chinese. Are you studying in the United States?"

"No," Zhou Huang said with difficulty: "My mother, talk about nationality." He paused and looked at Xerox, who nodded to indicate that what he said was correct: "Chinese nationality is difficult. I will keep it. "

oh.It turned out to be immigrants.

Seeing Zhou Huang stammering pitifully, Xerox felt a lot more balanced, and the disappointment of not being able to speak English was also diluted.

2. The next day

Seven forty.

Xerox took out the little chaos and looked at his watch again. It was 41:[-], and there was still no movement upstairs.He rubbed his hands against the apron, and finally decided to wake him up.

He climbed up the stairs with less than twenty steps in three or four steps. He stood a little angrily at the door of the room, summoned up the courage and slapped his hands hard.

"Get up! We're going to be late!"

There was heavy footsteps coming from the door, Xerox stepped back a little flustered, and then thought that this was something wrong with his own house.

"Why?" The door was opened a small crack, and a droopy eye poked out from the gap.

"Ahem," Xerox cleared his throat, and said seriously, "I'm going to be late, so hurry up and wash up."

"Oh." Zhou Huang responded shortly, and then slammed the door shut.

Xerox, who was treated impolitely, just wanted to go downstairs and pour out the extra bowl of Chaos prepared on the table.

"Yeah! It's delicious."

"……anything else?"

"Any more?"

"Have."

"Thank you."

Xerox took the empty bowl from Zhou Huang, turned around and went into the kitchen, replaying the scene of this man eating like a hungry ghost over and over again in his mind.

Fortunately, the little chaos prepared was for three people, otherwise it would definitely not be enough for the savage.

When the water boiled, Xerox thought about it and poured the remaining little chaos into it. It didn't take long for the white skin to become translucent.

The extra serving was prepared by him for his mother.

When he left yesterday morning, he made an appointment with his mother to pick up new friends and go home together, but he didn’t come back before going to bed. Xerox was afraid that she would be hungry if she came back too late in the middle of the night, so he packed some chaos, but his mother didn’t return all night , It's all cheap for that chicken coop.

Doorbell rang.

Xerox was startled, and ran to open the door wearing slippers.The driver was standing outside the door. Looking at the time again, it turned out that it was already [-]:[-].

"Xiao Shi, I think it's almost time. You come to remind me before you come out. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, we'll be right there."

Xerox quickly ran back to the kitchen to turn off the fire, but Zhou Huang had already started eating in the iron pot.He didn't know what was going on in his head. Zhou Huang came back to his senses and sat in the back seat of the car with him. Porcelain furniture is matched at home.

Amidst the rich aroma of chaos, the driver spoke.

"Xiao Shi, Mr. Liang had an impromptu meeting in Paris last night, and he flew away in the early morning. She asked me to convey my apology to you on her behalf."

"It's okay." Xerox said the same thing for the umpteenth time: "Work is more important."

"It's good that you can understand." The driver obviously didn't understand his bitter mood, and continued, "Boss Liang said, buy what you need and take care of yourself."

"Hmm." Xerox looked out of the window with a cold face, and the scenery outside the window flew past and became afterimages.It was school time at this time, and most of the pedestrians on the side of the road were students, some were holding hands with grandparents, and some were driving by electric vehicles.Xerox Eucalyptus sat in the car without being destroyed by the cold wind, but the happiness in his heart could not be bred.

There was a sudden hiccup in his hypocritical thoughts.

"Uh!"

It turned out that Zhou Huang had eaten and drank enough.

Xerox watched the shameless guy tighten the lid of the insulated bucket and smiled happily. He secretly gritted his teeth and put on a smirk.

"Are you full now?"

"I'm full," Zhou Huang regained his energy, his eyes were shining brightly: "Thank you, it's delicious!"

Xerox, who was praised, was not at all happy. He grabbed the thermos and put it on his side, not knowing who he was competing with.

The two entered the class stepping on the dot.The Chinese students cast a brief gaze on Xerox because he had never been so late; the foreign students also cast a brief gaze on Zhou Huang because he was not late today.

After the two of them sat down, an unexpected good thing happened to Xerox. Wei Ya, whom he was thinking of, asked to change seats and sat in the row behind him.

This is by no means self-indulgent.

Could it be that Wei Ya...

"Xiao, why are you wearing your clothes backwards again? Sloppy! Forget it...have you had breakfast yet?"

Yes.Wei Ya is the stepsister of this Jiwotou.

Xerox's newly inflated heart deflated like a deflated ball.

"I ate it, Lan made dumplings, it tastes good."

What dumplings are little chaos!Uninformed fake gringo.

"Oh!" Wei Ya let out a natural exclamation: "I really can't see it, Lan, so you have a talent for cooking."

Wei Ya's partner Wen Manman was also surprised: "I always thought you were a nerd."

"...It's not difficult to do." Xerox said awkwardly and modestly. He was really embarrassed that he had never been praised by two girls together.

"Lan also made curry, sweet soup and cranberry pudding last night. Wei Ya, let me tell you, it's much better than mom's."

"Could it be that you prefer Papa's salad?"

"Jack's Caesar Salad? Never, I'd rather starve."

The brother and sister chatted happily about topics that Xerox couldn't understand. He pretended to listen attentively, but felt embarrassed inside.At this time, the class bell rang, and he quickly turned around and sat upright.

Today's event is a full-day Yinghua course for students from Branger's private school.

That's what I said, but in fact, the usual content of doing papers, dictation, etc. has been replaced by the school.

For example, today the teacher asked four people at the front and back desks to form a group and complete a history question together.

The breakfast foursome was grouped together.

Zhou Huang began to languish gradually since the class bell rang, and by the 3rd minute, he was lying on the table like a lump of cement.

"Shake! Get up." Wei Ya whispered.

Zhou Huang showed his forehead and eyes, and refused sullenly: "Let me go. I will lie on my stomach and not sleep."

Wei Ya sighed, as if giving up, and started a heated discussion with the other three.

Perhaps because of education and religious beliefs, the American view of history is very different from the Chinese view of history. The former pays more attention to the decisiveness of individual behavior, while the latter pays more attention to the decisiveness of the process of the times.But such a small contradiction can't stop Wei Ya from shining like the sun in Xerox's eyes.

This is a really good girl like no other.

That is, the courage to express one's own point of view, but also the courage to accept other people's different views.

Unconsciously, she became the leader of the group, caring about everyone's views, recording everyone's views, and sorting out the answers.

Her swaying blond hair flashed past Xerox's eyes like shooting stars, which fascinated him.

Xerox talked to her cautiously, repeatedly considering whether his words would sound like a fool.

And he memorized every word of Wei Ya's response, chewing it over and over again, savoring it back and forth.

Until school was over, they watched Wei Ya get into Wenmanman's car, waved to them from the car window and gradually walked away.

Xerox looked obsessively at the smaller and smaller buttocks of the car, his eyes filled with little happiness.

"you like her?"

"What?" There was a thunder on the ground.Xerox thought he was hallucinating.

Zhou Huang was worried that he didn't understand, so he opened his mouth and said in a louder voice: "You, like Wei Ya?"

Damn it!A classmate passed by, Xerox covered Zhou Huang's mouth and pushed him aside.

Zhou Huang didn't seem to be intimidated at all - indeed he wasn't. After all, he was tall, with a good physique and muscles. If it wasn't for his cooperation, how could a bookworm like Xerox could push him - he had a relaxed expression and straight eyes , seems to be just plain waiting for an answer.

The hand covering his mouth trembled slightly, and Xerox's heart was beating like a marble falling on the ground. He was nervous and ashamed.It stands to reason that you only need to tell a lie at this time, which is harmless, and you can easily get away with it.But for some reason, it seemed as if ten thousand flies were buzzing in his head: Speak out!speak out!

His teeth clenched and tightened and finally loosened: "Yes. I like her."

After speaking, he let go of his hand and closed his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Huang didn't speak any more.

He didn't laugh and joke and tease Xerox like ordinary naughty boys; he didn't rush up to punch Xerox like the sister-controller in anime, and threatened not to covet my sister.His expression was as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't heard the answer.

The silence between the two lasted until dinner time.

The rustle of vegetables being cut and the thud of the knife falling on the cutting board sounded alternately.

Zhou Huang leaned on the bar counter and drank orange juice while observing the back of Xerox.

This person is thin, his hair is a bit long but neatly arranged, a bit boring; his legs are long, but he has no muscles, so he is not good-looking; his back is straight and his waist is very thin, but the back is more energetic than the front.The straps of the powder-blue apron tie into a standard, full bow at the back—and, by the way, he's good at cooking.

He sucked the last sip of orange juice into his stomach, and Zhou Huang said softly, "I'll help you chase her." He bet himself that if such a small voice could be heard, it was Cupid's will.

The sound of the knife stopped for a second.

"What did you say?"

Xerox looked back, his eyes sparkling.

Zhou Huang pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"You said you wanted to help me chase her! Isn't that right!" Xerox rushed to Zhou Huang excitedly holding a kitchen knife.

"Hey! Be safe! Be safe." Zhou Huang was so frightened that he stood up and took two steps back.

3. The third day

According to Zhou Huang's information, since their parents formed a new family, the two siblings haven't had a few good meals.

"So, let's make something delicious first." Zhou Huang said while eating the last piece of cookie.

Xerox looked suspiciously at his greedy eating, and seriously suspected that this opinion was for his own selfishness.

"I think you want to eat it yourself."

"How can you say that." Zhou Huang, who was questioned, defended a little angrily: "I am an upright person!"

"Okay, okay." Xerox didn't want to provoke him: "Then, what flavor does Wei Ya like?"

"Hmm... Strawberries, honeydew melons, cherries, yellow peaches." The two that Wei Ya likes and the two that she likes are fair.

Xerox took a small notebook and wrote some messy things on it.Today's activities are to visit the school history museum and watch club performances. They decided to go to the supermarket together after school.

"You're okay, talk to Wei Ya more." Zhou Huang suggested again.

Xerox stopped the pen in his hand and shook his head in frustration: "She is not very interested in what I have to say." This is also a strange place, obviously in the email they always discuss tanks, superheroes, and games on Steam together, But in reality, when he tried to use these to open up the topic, Wei Ya was always uninterested.

Of course.Zhou Huang scratched the tip of his nose, pretending to look at the scenery.

"Let's take it step by step." After a while, he said again.

"Yes." Xerox agrees.There is indeed a gap between the Internet and reality, just get familiar with it.

They carried two bags each and entered the small villa under the watchful eye of the driver. When the door opened, a pair of black adult leather shoes lay impressively in the entrance.

"Is there anyone?" Zhou Huang asked.

Xerox couldn't care less about changing his shoes, he threw the two big bags on the ground and ran in excitedly.

"Dad? Are you back?" Zhou Huang heard him yelling in the living room, and within a few seconds there was the sound of stepping on the stairs.Just as he was hesitating whether to continue changing his shoes or just wait at the entrance to be introduced, the sound of rattling downstairs came immediately.

"What are you doing, are you down?"

Seeing that Xerox seemed to be angry, he pursed his lips and snatched the bag from Zhou Huang's hand without saying a word, then forcibly picked up the two bags on the ground, and they fell precariously like a slender clothes rail. Go to the kitchen.

The sound of him putting things in the refrigerator sounded like throwing things. Zhou Huang was a little worried, so he quickly changed his shoes and put them on. As soon as he arrived at the living room, he saw a pale middle-aged man coming down the stairs, holding a small suitcase in his left hand and Holding a little girl in a pink bubble skirt.

The man was also taken aback when he saw Zhou Huang, but he didn't behave like the 'dad' of this family at all, he walked around Zhou Huang without asking a single question.Like a stranger who breaks into someone's house by mistake.

Zhou Huang was at a loss. He ran into the kitchen and tentatively said, "Your father seems to be leaving."

"..." Xerox had already put on his apron and was washing the utensils: "Then let him go."

With Zhou Huang's limited Chinese level, he could tell that "let" is not usually used here. Considering this situation, he stopped talking, silently opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of apple juice, and retreated to the bar.

Xerox began to beat the eggs, and the egg beater flew up and down to splash the egg liquid everywhere. When there was not much left in the bowl, he threw the empty bowl into the sink and started kneading the dough again.

To be precise, he is not fighting, but hammering.Due to his excessive force, the fine white flour exploded out in clusters like a fountain, or flew onto the table, or flew to the ground.

In less than a minute, Xerox grabbed the lump of uneven dough and threw it into the trash can.

He rubbed his flour-stained hands casually on the apron, and walked out of the kitchen.When Zhou Huang passed by, he said coldly: eat takeaway tonight.Then, wearing the pair of sneakers that he didn't take off, he stepped on the living room carpet step by step.

Just as he was about to turn on the TV, the landline in the living room rang.

Zhou Huang saw his mouth move, probably cursed, but he didn't curse.

"Hey?"

"Are you out of school? It's Mom."

"Just let it go."

"Your dad said he's going home to pick up things today, is he here?"

"Just leave."

"Oh, how are you?"

"……fine."

"Mom—" A vague voice came from the other end of the phone, which didn't seem to be in English: "Yuan, someone is calling mom, I'll go to work first, take care of yourself."

"okay."

Xerox hung up the phone slowly, and he stood there as if time had stopped.A few seconds later, he came back to life, quickly turned on the TV, inserted a game disc into it, and the picture of the game racing car appeared on the huge curved LCD screen.He knelt on the ground and pulled out a large ball of game controller from the TV cabinet. The wires were entangled and he couldn't untie it, and white handprints were rubbed everywhere. It fell to the ground with a loud bang.

His low panting echoed in the empty room.

He sat on the ground, facing the black and purple sunset, like a large piece of trash that had been thrown away.

Zhou Huang finally couldn't stand it anymore.He walked over lightly, picked up the bunch of innocent handles on the ground, untied the knot carefully and quickly, and skillfully connected it to the TV.Then he reached out and touched the Xerox:

"A round?"

Xerox hesitated for a moment, then took the handle.

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