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Chapter 13 She just wanted to stand by him calmly...

In mid-early July, grade one and grade two ushered in the final exam, the results came out three days later.

The special situation in the first year of high school is about to face the arts and sciences, so the school did not rank the total score, and specially separated the arts and science scores, so that students can make the most appropriate choice according to their own situation.

Qiao Siyue's science ranking is not high, but the liberal arts play normally, the total score ranked eighth in the grade.

And the guy she likes, he's a double.

The results of each subject include the name of the first time after the branch passed to the parents' mobile phone, Qiao Chongwen smiled happily, hidden from Su Rong, rewarded QiaoSiyue a Nokia mobile phone.

The next day was found by Su Rong, Qiao Chongwen in the account deliberately said half the price, Su Rong nagging for two days, things just turn over.

On the day of returning to school, each class organized a small parent-teacher meeting. Parents sit in the classroom watching the after-school ceremony, and students are exposed to the hot sun on the playground.

After some commonplace topics, is once a semester award ceremony, science top 50, liberal arts top 10 students have come on stage.

After Qiaosiyue came back, Su Yuenning could not help but ask, "Did you deliberately do poorly in the final mock exam after you transferred to another school?"

Can the average person fly from the middle to the top of their class in just one month?

Su believes Qiao won't cheat, so she can't think of any other reason to explain this illogical reality except on purpose.

Qiaosiyue no longer conceal, nod directly, "but the language is serious test."

"Why is that? Although the answer was expected, Su was still surprised, "If I had a brain like yours, I would like to stick my grades on my forehead and wander around school every day."

Qiaosiyue closed her eyes, "I don't know, maybe I want to go against my parents."

Qiao Chongwen is one of the few college students who came out of the countryside in the early 1980s, with this relationship, even if she studied day and night, adults will still add a deserved sentence after the praise: "Her father is a college student, with this gene in, reading naturally good."

Qiaosiyue was disgusted by such remarks, as if all the gains she had made after her efforts were just Qiao Chongwen's genetic gifts.

Qiao Siyue looked down at her toes and continued, "It may also be a way to let my parents pay more attention to me... I can't say."

Qiaosiyue did not cheat Su Yue lime, Su Rong often said she was deep, what love stuffy in the heart does not say, but more often, Qiaosiyue also do not understand what they are thinking.

Su Yuenning wanted to say something and held back, and finally changed the topic, "This Saturday you come to my house to play."

"Good," said Hermione. This time Qiaosiyue did not put off.

After the parent-teacher meeting, Sheng Wei called Qiao Chongwen, "Si Yue father."

Qiao Chongwen is bowing to QiaoSiyue message, let her wait at the school gate, after hearing the voice turned around, "is Sheng teacher ah, what's the matter? Or is she..."

Sheng Wei smiled and interrupted his look of wanting to speak, "Nothing, she is very good, but too... Good boy."

Qiao Chongwen is still immersed in the joy of QiaoSiyue ranked in the top ten grade, did not hear her voice, also laughed, "good point is not very good, more worry."

The smile on Sheng Wei's face faded a little, "It is very good."

Qiao Chongwen misunderstood her meaning, smiled suddenly, the tone was not heavy, "Qiao Siyue she will not cheat."

"I think you may have misunderstood my meaning," pausing for a few seconds, "what I want to ask is, does Si Yue have something on her mind?"

"How can a little girl at her age have anything on her mind?" "If she really has something on her mind, she will tell her mother," Mr. Qiao said in a tone of entitlement.

"I guess I'm thinking too much." After a fleeting silence, Sheng Wei changed the conversation, "But the little girl at this age is the most sensitive, communication and listening are very important -"

This time it was Qiao Chongwen's turn to interrupt her, "If you bother, I will go home and talk to her mother."

Sheng Wei smiled and nodded, and sighed long after the people left.

On Saturday, Qiaosiyue got up early and was washing in the bathroom when Su Rong came up with a pile of laundry and dried clothes, "Qiaoqiao, I will clean up the bed later, how can a girl's home be so sloppy?"

Qiaosiyue with a mouth of foam out, Su Rong pointed to the two shoulder bags on the bed, "don't pile the bags on the bed later."

"No, I'm just not sure which one I'm going to carry."

Su Rong glanced at it and took it back, "It's pretty much the same, you pick one yourself."

"..."

Qiao Siyue finally chose a small square bag with black and white plaid pattern.

Su Rong is going to the south city today, this will have packed up, see her downstairs, as usual charge a few words, is ready to go, glimpsed her side waist check bag, frowning, "how to back this to go?" How ugly."

Su Rong has always been like this, like to take the initiative, or to give her enough choice, and finally to a surprise and straightforward negative.

Qiaosiyue's good mood was ruined by this sentence.

"I'll go first." She clutched her bag tightly and left in front of Su Rong.

After the back disappeared in a hurry, Su Rong froze and muttered, "This child, what kind of temper is sent."

Su Yuenning's home is not far away, five stops by bus, although the distance is close, but it is very different from the self-built house Qiao Siyue lives in.

A whole row of single-family villas, a combination of Chinese and Western architectural style, large gardens, a variety of flowers, the smell of summer rich and lush.

Qiaosiyue did not see Su Yuenning's parents, "Is your family alone now?"

Su Yue Lime nodded and then shook her head, "There are domestic aunts."

Seeing the confusion on the other side, Su Yuenning added: "My father, who is full of money, is busy working outside and rarely comes home, my mother can't stand this kind of widowed marriage, and divorced my father when I was very young, probably because she doesn't want to take me as a drag, so she didn't want my custody, and took a few houses from my father, and soon found a new boyfriend."

As if in memory, she talked about these things, her eyes a little out of focus, "and then gave birth to a sister, two years younger than me." I haven't seen her for almost ten years, and I've almost forgotten what my mother looks like... To be honest, I envy you. You have a brother and your home is so busy."

Su Yuenning has been to Joe's house once, the house is not big, but the fireworks are full of gas, unlike here, cold and impersonal.

Qiaosiyue paused for a few seconds, took the coconut handed by the aunt, thanked her and bit the straw, saying vaguely: "I have nothing to envy."

The two people watched TV in the living room, and Su Yue Lime led Qiao Siyue to the bedroom on the third floor.

The room was large, with pure white European furniture and a girlish decor, with an oil painting hanging on the wall near the locker.

Su came back from the bathroom and saw Qiaosiyue standing motionless in front of the locker. She walked in and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Siyue pointed to the oil painting and said: "looking at Jiang Ling's painting."

"You also know Jiang Ling?"

Qiaosiyue said, "I have understood before."

Qiaosiyue began to learn oil painting at the age of five, until the end of the middle school exam that year, QiaoChongwen was dismissed by the company, and the situation of being stretched is not enough to support Qiaosiyue to continue to study.

Su Rong privately for her to quit the painting class, but Qiaosiyue did not give up, a chance, she saw the name Jiangling on the Internet.

A talented painter who rose to fame at a young age.

Most people have the wrong idea about genius. They like to see everything they have worked hard for as a gift.

It is as if only those who are entirely dependent on their efforts deserve flowers and applause, and finally a well-deserved appreciation.

In the reign of such hostility, geniuses cannot afford to make mistakes, let alone those who are already accomplished geniuses.

Jiang Ling 22 years old married children, after the third year of marriage, was photographed by the paparazzi and her teacher into a hotel, she and the teacher of a secret old love was immediately picked out.

For this Jiangling a rebut did not, the teacher's weak clarification soon disappeared in the denouncing army.

It seems to be a mistake made by two people, but netizens will only aim at Jiang Ling a person, standing on the moral high ground to accuse her private life indecent. Five years of no output, and let her bear the curse of exhaustion.

Under the pressure of various public opinions, Jiang Ling chose to end his life at the age of 30.

Shortly after her death, it was revealed that the affair was a malicious smear by a rival. Once those insults were invariably transformed into remembrance, but few people reflected on whether the tragedy was the work of one competitor or the public.

That week, Qiao Siyue repeatedly browsed Jiang Ling's information on the Internet.

Her paintings are dominated by warm colors, but when Qiao began to copy them, she found that the brightness was just a facade, and her paintings hid a silent tsunami, which came fierce and defenseless.

Repression and madness are the main tone she wants to convey.

Qiaosiyue began to realize that Jiang Ling was not overwhelmed by the overwhelming public opinion, she was just trapped in the painting, can not go out, escape, and retreat.

The actor can get into the play.

Likewise, painters can paint.

"Maybe I'm not born with an artistic flair. I can't really see anything else about this painting except that it's a comfortable color mix." Su Yuenning asked, "I remember you told me that you studied painting for several years. Can you see anything?"

Ms. Qiao raised her hand, stopped about two centimeters from the painting, and walked slowly with her fingers along the outline. Just when Ms. Su thought she couldn't wait for an answer, she whispered, "Whirlpool."

Su Yue Lime leng Leng, eyes fall back to the painting --

Without water, where's the whirlpool?

Silence, Qiaosiyue suddenly remembered one thing, did not stop the curiosity, "how can you have Jiang Ling's painting here?"

After Jiang Ling's death, the dozens of works that had not been sold in the studio were naturally transferred to her family, and it is said that her husband only left her unfinished works, and the rest were given to relatives and friends.

"Ephemera" is one of them.

It is not a secret, Su Yue lime does not hide the tuck, frankly said: "O his father gave me."

"Ah Si?" Qiao Siyue temple suddenly jumped, "Lin Yu Si's father?"

The next second, the premonition came true, she heard Su Yue lime said: "Jiang Ling is the mother of a Si."

Qiaosiyue was stunned.

Su Yue Lime continued to talk to himself, "almost forgot to send a message to them, let them come early."

"He..." Josiyue paused a little. "Are they coming too?"

"Lu Zhao left the game machine in me before the exam, this thing is almost his lifeblood, to Lin Yu Si, his home is next to my home, just across a wall, he dare not to try?"

Qiaosiyue Meng: "Lin Yu Si also live here?"

"Yes, the one with the platycodon in the garden."

In fact, from the words of the classmates and the second-hand computer Qiao Chongwen bought, Qiao Siyue can also infer the information of his family's wealth, but when Su Yuenning so straightforward and without warning to pass these two facts to her, she still felt sour.

For a month, she had been trying to pull in the distance from him, not to let him notice herself, or even like herself, but to be able to stand beside him calmly and candidly.

Not because he suddenly approached, all of a sudden become busy. Or blush at his specious concern.

Just like Su Yuenning, naturally familiar.

Learning, she has been trying to catch up, but the material basis? Is this something she can catch up with at this stage?

Junior high school that class there are a lot of rich second generation, their light and hidden comparison, occasionally leaked out of the rich, have not been able to make Qiaosiyue have incompatible ideas. Only now, the great gap between her and him, the frustration bred by the pressure of her heart slightly swollen.

A whole morning, Qiaosiyue are out of mind, read a magazine, elbow to juice, poured his body.

"Take off your clothes first. It's hard to stick."

Su Yue Lime closed the curtain and looked back to see her hesitant, "I'll go to the cloakroom to get you clothes."

Left in a hurry, Su Yue lime did not close the door, the wind pushed the door wider.

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Lin Yu Premises saw the message from Su Yuenning, which was two hours later.

Bolt rushed all over the shower, downstairs not to see Ye Shenglan, on the coffee table to see her message: "six o 'clock in the evening, the old place to take over."

He smiled, pulled off the post-it notes, threw them into the trash, and left the house with a T-shirt on his gloves.

Su Yue Lime home password lock, he and Lu Zhao all know the password, knocked two sound door no one should, directly unlocked into, ran into the domestic aunt holding half a watermelon, with two spoons.

"Give it to me. I'm going up."

Aunt smiled and said, "Ah Si come ah, then I go to get a spoon."

"No, I won't."

The passage was covered with a thick woolen carpet, and footsteps were scarcely perceptible.

Lin Yu Si stopped in front of Su Yuenning's bedroom, raised his eyes, and his eyes followed his breath for a few seconds

In the dim room, the girl's butterfly bone protrusion is obvious, half hidden in the corset, and the full-length mirror on the side shows her flat thin belly.

The curtain reveals a gap, the streamer slants past, and the skin is lined with more white and delicate. Like winter snow night, hanging in the branches of the moon, there is a cool aesthetic feeling.

Lin Yu wantonly lowered his hand, turned to close the door, went to the stairway just and Lu Zhao played a face.

Lu Zhao opened his mouth, was ready to call him, Lin Yu Si eyes and hands quickly enucleated the spoon watermelon, even spoon into his mouth, and people to pull downstairs.

It takes less than five seconds.

"Are you sick?" Lu Zhao vaguely cursed a sentence.

"Hand feed