The fence was erected in the front yard of the villa. Over the course of more than a year, the vines were crawling all over the place, and roses of all colors were randomly pollinated, creating a variety of colors. In late summer, there are green vines and red thorns, and weeds are growing wildly in the yard.
Liang Fu was squatting on the ground pulling weeds, fully equipped with rubber shoes and gloves, and a straw hat commonly used for beach travel on her head. Sweat beaded on her plain face under the brim.
Zhang Pingyu shouted in the room, and she responded. Pick up the plastic bucket, dump the weeds into the trash can, take off your gloves and go back to the house.
Liang Bijun was sitting in the living room, and Zhang Pingyu was pouring tea for her. Liang Fu said hello, took a shower, and changed into light home clothes.
Zhang Pingyu put on her bag and said to Liang Fu: "Hello, auntie, I'll go to the company and come back for dinner in the evening. Let Auntie Wan steam the shrimp I got back yesterday."
Zhang Pingyu closed the door, and soon the sound of tires on the road was heard outside, and they drove away immediately.
Liang Fu went to the refrigerator and took out the chestnut cake that she had not finished yesterday. She brought it over and sat down next to Liang Bijun. She took a look into her tea cup and saw that it must be Biluochun. I grabbed it and took a sip, and said "tsk". The tip of my tongue after eating the cake only tasted bitterness.
Liang Bijun looked at her.
Liang Andao and his wife felt that Liang Fu's state was a bit subtle, but they couldn't tell what was wrong. After discussion, they decided to ask Liang Fu's trusted aunt to come over, chat a few more words, and ask her about her future plans.
"Have you been to a dance group?"
"I've been there before." She said in a nonchalant tone as she ate the chestnut cake.
Because she was injured, another person had to be replaced for the exchange project. In order to convince the public, Zhou Tan was chosen. The repertoire could not be changed, and several actors in the troupe competed fairly. In the end, Tan Lin was given the job at the critical moment.
Tan Lin's first performance of "Giselle" shocked everyone. The headline used by the industry news was "The new star in the post-Liang Fu era". It was the right time for the regiment to hire people, and the times created people. Tan Lin proved herself, and the door surrounded by flowers was officially opened to her.
She hadn't deliberately inquired about these things, but they were always pushed to her through various channels, and she couldn't avoid them even if she wanted to.
"Have you tried dancing? How is your recovery?" Liang Bijun knew that she had been undergoing rehabilitation.
Liang Fu held the spoon and smashed the remaining cake on the plate bit by bit, and said with a smile: "I'm going to be a teacher."
Liang Bijun was stunned for a moment.
"Take over Teacher Yang's mantle and pass it on from generation to generation. What do you think?"
Liang Bijun frowned, "Did you give up too easily?"
Liang Fu still had the indifferent expression, "I don't have to dance - by the way, what do you think I found when I cleaned up the room yesterday?" Without giving Liang Bijun a chance to "guess", she dropped the spoon and stood up, going to Go upstairs, "I'll take it down and show it to you."
Liang Fu went to the group a few days ago.
It was a performance day, most of the actors were waiting in the theater, and there was almost no one in the troupe. When Liang Fu left, no one was disturbed and she went straight to the practice room. On the way, she was bumped into by several staff members and new actors who were unfamiliar with her. They looked at her curiously, but no one dared to go up and say hello.
If you are proficient in wearing pointe shoes, warming up, leg press... you can do all the basic movements without any problem. The doctor said her recovery was good and suggested seeing how far she could recover.
After increasing the difficulty, she took a deep breath, looked at herself in the mirror on the entire wall, used her right foot as the fulcrum, raised her hands, pulled her body, and rotated.
The joy he felt because everything went smoothly was shattered by the severe pain in his ankle. She fell to the floor, and her first reaction was not sadness, but confusion, like a balloon that had obviously flown into the air, but she didn't know why she was pulled down again.
She didn't believe it, didn't accept it, so she stroked her ankle to relieve it, tried again, fell again, tried again, fell again...
That day, she stayed until the end of the performance at the theater and then left. I was in a daze, and when I got into the taxi, I realized I had put on my pointe shoes. There is a rule in the group that the shoes can only be worn in the practice room. She took off her shoes, stacked them two on top of each other, and tied them tightly with the straps as if to vent her anger. As the taxi passed through a shallow puddle filled with water after the rain, she raised her hand to throw the shoes out, but took them back at the last second. She got out of the car with bare feet, walked all the way back to the apartment from the entrance of the community, and threw the pair of shoes into the deepest part of the closet.
Liang Fu lay on the bed and buried her face in the sheets. After a while, she reached out and took out the diary from under the pillow.
The diary is a hard-covered book with a childish cartoon pattern printed on the cover. It is dated. When opened, the paper is brittle and yellow, and many of the writings have faded and blurred. What remains are those written with a carbon pen.
Liang Fu sat on the sofa with her legs curled up, pointing to Liang Bijun's handwriting that was even more childish than a primary school student's, as if offering a treasure, "Here."
Ten-year-old Liang Fu has great ambitions and loves to dream. She refuses to listen in class and cuts out beautiful stickers from magazines. One is a dance skirt and the other is a wedding dress. She aspires to be the best dancer and the happiest bride in the world.
Liang Bijun frowned even more, "Liang Fu..."
"I'm getting married to Fu Yucheng."
Liang Bijun rarely gets angry. She is a mature woman and understands that getting angry will not help except pushing things into a bad situation that is more difficult to solve. She is no longer obsessed with marriage and love, and does not think she is suitable to be a mother, but she loves Liang Fu beyond the relationship between aunt and nephew.
Liang Bijun suppressed her anger and said, "I think you'd better not be so hasty now."
"I have known Fu Yucheng for almost two years, and we have been dating for more than a year. I don't think he is careless."
Liang Bijun closed the diary and stared at Liang Fu, "When one thing goes wrong, you use another thing as a safe haven. What do you think of Xiao Fu with this kind of evasion?"
"You know Teacher Yang from our group. She was well-known in the industry when she was young. After getting married, she became a second-tier teacher and brought up students like me. Can't I follow the path she can take?"
Liang Bijun couldn't help it anymore, "How old are you! Twenty-three! Less than twenty-four! Do you want to live a life where you can see the end at a glance!"
Liang Fu raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Auntie, do you look down on housewives? Why don't you believe that I can be happy even if I leave the stage?"
"Look at how naive you are now. I don't even bother to refute you. Why did you suffer so much when you were a child? A little difficulty can knock you down?"
Liang Fu smiled, turned her face away, and looked at the green shade of the window. Her eyelashes like crow feathers were condensed with mist, so that Liang Bijun couldn't see it. "...If you don't believe it, then I will prove it to you."
"Liang Fu." Liang Bijun felt a headache. I'm afraid this matter was beyond her ability. "...If you really want to get married, I support it, but don't put the cart before the horse. You don't have to prove anything to anyone, you are just too much." I want to prove to others that you are right. This is what happened to Wei Xun, this matter..."
"Don't mention Wei Xun."
Liang Bijun stared at her, "Why can't you mention it? With you, hasn't the story of Wei Xun been over yet?"
"Unless you admit that you did something wrong at that time, you will never be able to turn over the story with me."
Liang Bijun threw the diary into her arms and stood up. There was no need to continue talking about this, and she decided to suggest Liang Andao to help Liang Fu contact a psychiatrist.
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Walking from the dark shade to a street lamp, Fu Yucheng saw Liang Fu.
On a late summer evening when it was not too hot, she wore a chiffon blouse and retro-style jeans. Her long hair was braided and tied at the end with a red and blue silk scarf. She is the most beautiful part of the sunset. Students pushing their bicycles coming and going can't help but stop and look at her a few more times.
From March to August, for five months, their relationship was like a boat hitting a tidal flat, calmly running aground.
Liang Fu didn't say what the future would be like, and Fu Yucheng couldn't bear to ask. Whenever he had time, Fu Yucheng would always accompany her to do reconstruction work. In the evenings when he didn't have to go to school and work overtime, he would hold hands and walk through the streets and show her the bustling city that never sleeps. They are both natives of Chongcheng, but they have different understandings of this city. She sees Liu Shaoqing, but he sees Liang Jianyan.
Fu Yucheng walked up to her, casually tucked the strands of hair that had fallen from her temples behind her ears, and asked her if she had eaten.
"I didn't like the steamed lobster at home, so I ran out."
"What to eat?"
She lowered her head and thought seriously for a while, "...Is there something that is particularly high in calories and makes you feel happy and guilty after eating it?"
"...You mean fried chicken?"
There is a fried chicken restaurant right in front of the school, and there is never a shortage of people queuing up. Throw a whole piece of fresh chicken steak into boiling oil, fry until brown, then take it out, cut it in half and sprinkle some pepper.
Liang Fu was so hot that she could only breathe and sweat on her forehead. She couldn't free her hands, so Fu Yucheng took out a tissue to help her wipe it. She asked very seriously: "Fu Yucheng, am I fat?"
Fu Yucheng put his arm around her waist and measured it subjectively, "... Just reduce it further."
Liang Fu smiled and took a big bite of the chicken steak. The satisfaction brought by the high-carb water overwhelmed everything for a while, leaving her no longer able to think about anything else.
After eating, Liang Fu took him to the High School Affiliated to the Dance Academy. There were people on campus who were still studying for self-study. They did not go through the main gate. Liang Fu took him around to the side and said that there was a hole at the base of the wall under the old locust tree, which was covered by grass and was a good way to skip classes.
"Sister, do you often skip classes?"
"Who asked the teacher to randomly check the texts when he has nothing to do?"
After finding the tree and pulling away the grass, I found that a large area of newly painted wall plaster indeed looked like a hole. It was clearly different from the yellowing colors next to it.
Liang Fu said "Yeah" regretfully and asked him: "Can you climb over the wall?"
Then he continued to circle back, further away from the classrooms with lights still on, and wound around to a quiet and deserted alley, where an old-fashioned bicycle was parked under a willow tree. There is a section of bare red brick wall more than two meters high, and the toes of countless people's shoes have made shallow pits on the wall.
"I wonder if the dog in the wall is still there, Fu Yucheng, you go and take a look first."
Fu Yucheng took off his backpack, threw it over first, made a running motion, stepped onto the shallow pits, and jumped up the wall easily. Looking down, we can see the abandoned playground where weeds are growing wildly. There are dogs barking in the distance. They may have noticed the movement here, but they are tied up and cannot run far.
Fu Yucheng jumped down, and Liang Fu climbed up quickly.
Fu Yucheng patted the grass clippings on his backpack and looked up to see the moon perched above her head, ruffled by the wind. She sat on the wall and looked at him smiling, her eyes full of love.
"Fu Yucheng, marry me!"
Fu Yucheng was stunned. Before she could react, she had already opened her arms, closed her eyes and jumped down. He hugged the person before he hit the ground, staggered, and they fell together into the weeds.