In front of the North Gate

Chapter 33

Lou Huaiyu was woken up by Zhou Liang the next day. Zhou Liang knocked on the door like Dujuan used to knock on the door, calling him to get up.

Lou Huaiyu was sleeping in a daze, but was awakened by the noise. She reached out to touch the quilt beside her, but she didn't touch anything, so she sat up suddenly.

The quilt around her was smooth and clean, as if she had never slept on anyone.

For a moment, Lou Huaiyu only felt that the person was suspended in the air and was suddenly pulled back to the ground, and his limbs were all stiff.

He couldn't believe that he had such a real dream.

The fear of gain and loss enveloped him, Lou Huaiyu stumbled to his feet, and trotted all the way to open the door.

Zhou Liang was startled by him at the door.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Liang said.

Lou Huaiyu opened his mouth, but he couldn't express the panic in his heart.

Zhou Liang said again: "Hurry up and have lunch, the master will leave later."

He looked at Lou Huaiyu again: "Hurry up, put on your clothes."

Lou Huaiyu wanted to ask him if he saw Shi Jichang, but Zhou Liang quickly pushed him away.

"Hurry up!" Zhou Liang urged again.

Lou Huaiyu had no choice but to return to the house lightly, and under Zhou Liang's gaze, his soul seemed to be out of his body, and he opened the cabinet door.

The place where the presents were originally placed in the cabinet was empty, and there was nothing there, except for a note.

Lou Huaiyu was stunned.

But Zhou Liang came to his senses first, picked it up and looked at it.

He has been in class longer than Lou Huaiyu, and he can read more characters than Lou Huaiyu. Lou Huaiyu wanted to snatch it, but he hid for a while, showing off, and read slowly: "The things I bought before are not good, they are confiscated. I will buy it again for you later."

Zhou Liang mispronounced both the no word and the heavy word, but Lou Huaiyu still understood, rushed forward, and snatched the note back.

"Who kept it?" Zhou Liang didn't understand, and said doubtfully, "It's not written by you at first glance."

Lou Huaiyu shook the note, the handwriting on it was Shi Jichang's, he recognized it.

Lou Huaiyu's heart fell back to the ground, and he also wanted to quarrel with Zhou Liang, and deliberately replied to him: "Your writing is not as good as mine."

Zhou Liang became anxious: "Who said that!"

"Teacher," Lou Huaiyu smiled at him, "He said it himself, even though my handwriting is ugly, it's better than yours."

In fact, there are quite a lot of illiterate people like Lou Huaiyu in the team. Everyone's level is similar, so they all study together and are taught by the better educated people in the team.

After Lou Huaiyu went to class, Liang Sibo was always the teacher.

Zhou Liangren was stunned, and after a long time, he let out a low voice.

At first, Lou Huaiyu thought that Zhou Liang didn't care about these things, and made a joke with him, but he didn't expect that Zhou Liang seemed really sad. Both of them ate half of the meal, and they remained silent.

"What's the matter?" Hu Haitian sat down next to the two of them with the food, and said carelessly, "You eat so politely, you don't say a word."

He sat opposite Zhou Liang, leaning against Lou Huaiyu.

Lou Huaiyu thought of what Ji Chang said about the jealousy last night, and moved away without a trace, then glanced at Zhou Liang who seemed to have not even noticed Hu Haitian with his head down, and told him: "I seem to have said something wrong just now. gone."

Hu Haitian also looked at Zhou Liang, without controlling the volume at all: "What did you say?"

Zhou Hao seemed to be still immersed in his own sadness, and Hu Haitian couldn't wake him up with such a noise, so he delivered food to his mouth step by step.

Lou Huaiyu whispered: "I said his handwriting is not good-looking, and that's what he did."

Hu Haitian frowned, inexplicably: "What's so sad about this?"

Lou Huaiyu shook his head incomprehensibly.

The three had no choice but to eat in silence.

Lou Huaiyu ate less, so he only took the same dish as before.

Before he ate with Zhou Liang, he could rub his food and pick up other dishes with chopsticks. Today Zhou Liang is in this state, he is not too embarrassed, so he only eats his own food all the time, looking a little pitiful.

Hu Haitian watched him eat pitifully for a while, so he couldn't help picking up chopsticks from his own different dishes and wanted to hand them to him.

Before handing it over, Lou Huaiyu quickly took away the bowl in front of him.

Lou Huaiyu looked at him with big round eyes, because he was in a hurry to get the land, he didn't swallow the food in his mouth, his face was bulging, and he looked like a pine tree protecting food.

Hu Haitian couldn't help laughing: "I'm bringing you food, and I don't want to grab yours, so why hide?"

He passed the vegetables to him again: "Hurry up, I'm full."

Lou Huaiyu swallowed the food in his mouth, still looked at Hu Haitian, and didn't take the bowl back.

"No." He shook his head and said.

Hu Haitian paused in his movements, and retracted.

"What's the matter?" He spoke again after a while, his voice was much softer, "it's about picking up a dish."

Lou Huaiyu ate with his head down and didn't look at him. He ate and said, "No, I've accepted other people's little red flowers, so I can't eat your food anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person who gave him the little red flower appeared with the real little red flower.

It is spring in Pingcheng, and we can no longer pick wintersweet, but there are bright red rhododendrons all over the mountains and plains.

Shi Jichang held a handful in his arms, almost covering his entire face, and as soon as he appeared, everyone in the cafeteria looked over.

Lou Huaiyu didn't notice others at all, and immediately put down his chopsticks: "Where have you been?"

Shi Jichang glanced at Hu Haitian, walked over and handed the flowers to Lou Huaiyu: "Didn't you say so? If you want new flowers, I'll pick them."

Shi Jichang also sat down beside Lou Huaiyu.

Lou Huaiyu was holding flowers, facing him, and smiling at him through the gaps between the flower branches.

"I didn't see you when I woke up this morning. I thought I had a dream. It scared me to death," Lou Huaiyu said in a normal voice, in a slightly aggrieved and coquettish tone, as if he didn't care what others heard about them. Ji Chang, "Why are you doing so well and then over the wall?"

Shi Jichang laughed: "How do you know that I overcame the wall?"

"The door is locked," Lou Huaiyu cocked his mouth, "I woke up when Zhou Liang came to knock on the door in the morning, but you were not here, of course I would feel like I was dreaming."

Lou Huaiyu's lips were always as red as if she had applied rouge, especially in winter, and even more so in spring, even if it appeared among the bright azaleas, the redness was obvious.

Shi Jichang stretched out his hand to press, and pressed down Lou Huaiyu's pouty red lips, feeling the softness that made him throbbing last night: "The mouth is going up to the sky." Shi Jichang said: "How did I know it wasn't Dream?"

Lou Huaiyu looked into his eyes and laughed, and took out a note from his pocket.

"This." Lou Huaiyu said.

Shi Jichang wrote it himself, but he didn't take it and read it, but asked him, "Do you understand everything?"

"Yeah!" Lou Huaiyu nodded proudly, "I've learned everything."

Shi Jichang let out a long voice, and tapped his fingers into the bouquet.

Lou Huaiyu looked down following his guidance, and saw another note in the middle of the bouquet.

Lou Huaiyu reached out to take it out, but before he could unfold it, Liang Sibo's voice came again.

Liang Sibo always likes to speak from a distance, shouting at them: "Hey, I'm sending flowers!"

Zhou Liang's usual eating routine stopped suddenly.

Lou Huaiyu looked up at him with his eyes wide open, then quickly lowered his head, and was about to stand up with the bowl in his hand.

"Hey!" Lou Huaiyu called him hastily, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Liang only paused for a moment, ignored him, and left in a hurry with the bowl in hand.

Liang Sibo also took a strange look at Zhou Liang's back, and asked them, "Why did I leave as soon as I came?"

Lou Huaiyu had no choice but to say, "Maybe it's because you said his handwriting was ugly."

"Ah?" Liang Sibo sat in the seat where Zhou Liang had sat with an expression of incomprehension.

As soon as he sat down, Hu Haitian also stood up.

Hu Haitian had finished eating the rice in the bowl, but he didn't know why, and he didn't look too happy, and he didn't speak louder than before, so he just said something casually and left quickly.

Hu Haitian walked quickly, but after putting away the bowls and chopsticks and going back to the kitchen, he came out and took a look at this side, just in time to see Lou Huaiyu.

Lou Huaiyu felt that there was a lot to say in that look.

But Hu Haitian didn't say anything in the end, shook his hand at him, and turned around.

Lou Huaiyu couldn't help muttering: "I'm not happy at all."

Shi Jichang rubbed his head and pinched his face.

Shi Jichang said, "Take care of yourself first."

"I can't read all the words." He said again.

Lou Huaiyu snorted at him and unfolded the paper again.

Unfortunately, he only knew a few words on the paper, and he didn't even know what they meant when they connected them.

Liang Sibo on the opposite side wanted to poke his head in, but Shi Jichang quickly blocked him.

Lou Huaiyu frowned and looked at it for a while, then gave up: "What do you mean?"

Shi Jichang folded the note, stuffed it into his palm, and said, "I won't tell you, but wait until you can understand it yourself someday."

Lou Huaiyu snorted: "It will be soon."

Shi Jichang agreed, and he said again: "Then you have to teach me tonight."

Shi Jichang still agreed.

But time is busier than Lou Huaiyu imagined, and the process is not as fast.

The war continued for many years after that, and Lou Huaiyu could not only stay in the mission department all the time.

He also gradually learned how to shoot, resisting earthquakes against corpses heavier than him, bandaging his comrades in tears with ninja tears, and his ears finally stopped reflexive tinnitus when he heard gunshots.

Shi Jichang failed to fulfill his promise to teach Chinese characters in make-up classes every night.

Lou Huaiyu couldn't continue to spend a lot of time learning.

Therefore, it was several years later that Lou Huaiyu recognized everything, and what was written on the paper was: In the autumn of troubled times, thanks to Huaiyu, we were young and did not miss the good times.

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