We met again in mid-December, after the regiment's training, Liang Fu went to school to deliver something to Liang Andao.
After spending many days together, she had almost memorized Fu Yucheng's class schedule and knew that he had elective courses tonight. On a whim, she went to a sect to find someone.
There is a large classroom where many departments have classes together. She looked through the windows one by one. Fu Yucheng was sitting in the second to last row. Unlike the good student she imagined, he didn't sit upright and didn't listen very seriously. He lowered his head and seemed to be reading his own book, probably because the class was really boring.
The back door was closed, so Liang Fu gave up the idea of sneaking in and simply walked to the front door to shout a report.
Ms. Liang doesn't always dress glamorously in private. There are also times when she wears a horn-buttoned coat paired with a plain long skirt that looks very student-like.
In a large class with hundreds of people, it was impossible for the teacher to recognize everyone one by one. He glanced at her and thought she was a student who was not interested in learning. He frowned and said, "Student, please be early next time." The class was almost halfway through.
Liang Fu responded generously: "Good teacher!"
Hearing the whispers, Fu Yucheng raised his head in confusion and saw Liang Fu walking towards her. There were other law students in the class, all looking at this scene in stunned silence. Fu Yucheng was no less surprised than them.
There was an empty seat next to Fu Yucheng, but the way in was blocked by Li Wenyao.
Liang Fuli stood next to Li Wenyao and whispered: "Classmate, please give way."
Li Wenyao looked like he had seen a ghost.
Liang Fu sat down next to Fu Yucheng, took the textbook he had spread out on the table, and asked seriously: "Have you reached this page?"
Fu Yucheng could hardly hold back his laughter and asked her in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
Liang Fu put the book up and whispered, "I'm here to give something to my dad. I'll pick something up from you by the way."
"What do you want from me?"
Liang Fu hadn't experienced the feeling of talking small talk in class for a long time. She was almost addicted. "I don't know, I'm looking for you to get something anyway." It was an excuse that she didn't even bother to make up.
The teacher on the podium coughed as a warning. Liang Fu stuck out her tongue, put down her book, took Fu Yucheng's pen and notebook, and replaced them with writing notes.
His handwriting is beautiful, and the three characters "Fu Yucheng" signed on the front page of the notebook are strong and free.
Liang Fu held the pen and signed "Liang Fu" after the name. It was crooked and boneless, just like the handwriting of a primary school student.
Fu Yucheng asked softly: "When you go out to sign autographs for fans, do you sign like this?"
"No." She showed him her specially practiced signature style, with dragons and phoenixes dancing and flowing, which could really bluff people just by looking at it.
Liang Fu flipped through Fu Yucheng's notebook. Every page and every line in it was neat and orderly.
She turned to a blank page and wrote: "If I were sitting at the same table with you when I was studying, Lao Liang wouldn't have such a headache."
Fu Yucheng wrote a reply: "Aren't you afraid that Teacher Liang will know that you came to me?"
"You are my father's student. Isn't it natural for me to find you?" Liang Fu rested her chin on her hand and held a pen with one hand as she continued to write, "Fu Yucheng, do you want to go see a movie on Christmas?"
After finishing writing, he handed the pen to Fu Yucheng, who was determined to win but looked at him anxiously.
Fu Yucheng's bony hand holds the pen, and the pen moves on the paper, dots, strokes, horizontal strokes, horizontal strokes, vertical hooks, and horizontal strokes.
A "good" word.
The nearby shops had been decorated with Christmas decorations a month ago, and the closer the date is, the more intense the atmosphere becomes. With another cold wave, Chongcheng gradually feels like winter is coming. Everyone in the dormitory has difficulty getting up, and most of them are late when there are morning classes.
Jiang Chen changed his previous enthusiastic state and no longer mentioned "Liang Fu" in the dormitory. The declaration of war that night was more like a declaration of abandoning the war. Nowadays, he plays games every day, goes to class, and has time to go out and have a drink with friends. He doesn't talk about being "second in the postgraduate examination grade" anymore. He is no different from any ordinary graduate student.
There is a romantic movie released on Christmas. You can tell it is a bad movie just by looking at the subject matter and the starring role. However, I cannot choose a movie that is more in line with the festive atmosphere.
Fu Yucheng bought the ticket and sent the time information to Liang Fu.
The restaurant and movie theater are not far from the school, so there is no need to mobilize a large number of people, but he set off early that day. Still underestimating the enthusiasm of couples for celebrating the festival, Wuyang Wuyang was sitting outside the restaurant waiting for a table. Fu Yucheng took a number, sat down at the cafe next door, and took out a book he carried in his backpack to pass the time.
When Liang Fu went shopping with Zhou Tan a few days ago, she bought a new skirt.
They have been dancing since childhood with thick legs, otherwise their muscles would not be strong enough to support intense stage performances. Because of this, Liang Fu doesn't like to wear pants, and most of her wardrobe is long skirts. The new dress is a one-piece dress, cut to fit her waist perfectly. It's made of cashmere, so you won't feel cold even if you wear a coat or a scarf in winter.
Liang Fu put on this outfit and put on makeup carefully. Her facial features are relatively bright, so she often uses Acqua di Parma's Calabria bergamot perfume as a neutralizer. Virginia cedar and vetiver are the base notes. The grass and trees are mixed with the sweetness of citrus, which is flattering but not vulgar.
Afraid of being late, Liang Fu deliberately set off early.
After packing up and going downstairs, ready to go out, Zhang Pingyu's voice came from the bathroom, "Afu?"
"Mom, are you at home?"
Zhang Pingyu walked out of the bathroom and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I... went out to eat with my friends."
"Cancel it. I just received a call from your Uncle Fang. Qingqu is injured."
Liang Fu was stunned for a moment, "Why are you injured?"
"While on a mission, while chasing a gangster, I jumped from Lao Gao's platform and broke my arm."
Liang Fu was somewhat afraid of Zhang Pingyu. Ms. Zhang Pingyu, a famous private entrepreneur, seemed easy-going on the surface, but in fact she had a strong backbone. Even if she was determined to do something, it would be useless to act coquettishly or brazenly.
Liang Fu refused to give up, "...do we have to go today?"
"All the parents of the Fang family are here, we must go today." The tone was non-negotiable.
Liang Fu counted the time and went to the hospital before going to the appointment. She should be able to make it in time. So he sent a message to Fu Yucheng, saying that dinner was canceled and he would go directly to the movie.
Fu Yucheng said "ok" without asking any further questions.
Fang Qingqu lived in the hospital arranged by his work unit. He didn't look sick at all. He lay on the bed like an old man who was hungry for food. As soon as Liang Fu left, he ordered him to peel fruit.
The flower baskets and fruit baskets surrounding the ward were all given by colleagues from their unit when they came to visit during the day.
Zhang Pingyu praised Fang Qingqu very much. On the one hand, he felt that he fulfilled his duties, and on the other hand, from a utilitarian point of view, this matter was beneficial to his transfer to the city bureau.
Liang Fu naturally didn't expect so much, but she just felt that it was extremely ugly for Fang Qingqu to take advantage of her. After peeling the apple and handing it to him, he disliked her for not peeling it evenly enough.
"Then don't eat it!" Liang Fu said and went to grab it.
Fang Qingqu bit it, tilted his head and said with a smile: "I'm giving you advice and you still accept it humbly." While looking at Liang Fu, he smiled wildly, "No date on Christmas? Are you so miserable?"
Not to mention, Liang Fu felt angry when she mentioned it, "I'm sorry to ask, but you've messed it up."
Fang Qingqu glanced at Zhang Pingyu. She was talking to Fang's father and Fang's mother.
"Why are you trying to be strong? If you don't have it, you won't have it. I won't laugh at you."
"Do you think everyone is as disgusting as you? Let me tell you, it is true this time."
Fang Qingqu paused for a moment and looked at Liang Fu. She was carefully dressed and obviously not prepared to visit a doctor. She might not be lying. He chuckled, "So what? Why don't you still come to see me?"
"You think I'm worried about your life and death? I'm afraid of my mother."
Zhang Pingyu looked at Liang Fu and Fang Qingqu, and naturally had his own understanding in his heart. Since the last time she had a heated back and forth with the Fang family's parents, she felt that the more she thought about it, the safer it would be.
Needless to say, Fang Qingqu's family situation is not to mention, and he is also a handsome person. Although he is still at the grassroots level now, his future prospects are limitless. The most important thing is to play together with Liang Fu to a mature level and have a good relationship foundation.
After Fang Qingqu ate apples, he had other problems. Sometimes he felt that the bed was too short, and sometimes he felt that the pillow was too high, which made Liang Fu unable to stop for a moment.
Liang Fu's patience reached its limit, she picked up a pillow and threw it at it.
Fang Qingqu howled. Liang Fu was frightened and asked quickly: "Did it hit your arm?" Fang Qingqu saw that his head was buried in the quilt and remained silent for a long time. She reached out to grab his head and found that he was suppressing laughter.
"Fang Qingqu, even if you die next time, don't even let me take a look!"
Fang Qingqu pressed his belly and said with a smile: "Hey, I was wrong. I was wrong. Please be considerate to me. My bones were broken and I lay in the hospital all day. It's very boring. Next time if you have a headache or fever, feel free to ask for help. , I must be on the front and back of the horse, okay Afu?"
After finally visiting the patient, Liang Fu was about to withdraw, but was caught by Zhang Pingyu again. He said that since it was a rare occasion to get together with the Fang family's parents, it would be better to have a meal together.
The movie had already started, and she rushed there to avoid watching it completely. Liang Fu was anxious, "Mom, I really made an appointment with a friend, can you do it next time..."
"I don't understand, Uncle Fang and the others are not busier than you young people? You pushed it first, why don't I tell you?"
Knowing that she couldn't escape, Liang Fu sighed, "Wait a minute, I'll make a call."
Liang Fu dialed the phone, feeling a little nervous. This is my first time making a phone call. I feel that the meaning of making phone calls is different. It is more about fear of not knowing what to say and fear of embarrassment.
The call was quickly connected, and Fu Yucheng whispered: "Hello."
"Fu Yucheng, it's me..." Liang Fu was so anxious that she was a little incoherent, "...I'm sorry, my friend was injured. I came to visit with my mother today and I really can't get away. Have you gone to the cinema? If not, If so, go back early? I see in the weather forecast that it's going to rain in the middle of the night. I'm sorry... Can we make an appointment next time?"
Fu Yucheng's voice was calm, "It's okay, I didn't go to the cinema. Don't panic, don't be in a hurry."
"Then next time, next time, okay? New Year's Day, New Year's Day, let's go see the exhibition together, okay?"
"good."
It is indeed a bad movie with no surprises, and it will make you sleepy after just two glances.
Fu Yucheng was dozing off when he received the call.
After the phone call, he got up and walked out of the cinema without hesitation.
It was really raining outside, not too heavy. There were lights and colorful lights along the road, and the raindrops were illuminated by the lights.
As I passed the intersection, I was entangled by a little girl. She had a basket full of roses, and the plastic packaging was stained with rainwater. She had been hawking in the rain for who knows how long. Those roses were poorly packaged, and she came to a very high-end pedestrian street, so business was naturally bleak.
There was a cold wind in the rain, her face was red from the cold, and she couldn't speak fluently, "Sir, buy a flower!" She was probably desperate, so she targeted him, a lonely passerby.
Fu Yucheng knelt down and counted. There were about ten more in the basket.
"How much does one cost?"
"Ten...eight yuan!"
Fu Yucheng took out his wallet from his pocket and said, "I want everything. You should go home quickly."
The girl's eyes lit up, "Thank you, brother! You are such a good person!"
Fu Yucheng held a dozen individually wrapped roses, turned a corner, and threw the flowers and two movie ticket stubs into the trash can on the street.