nashuaworldcup 9. Sauerkraut fish
9. Sauerkraut fish
9. Sauerkraut fish (good friends all have certain similarities~)
Another training day was over, Cheng Yunpeng had just changed his clothes and went to the carport to ride home, when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.
He turned his head and saw that it was Liu Miao, so he smiled at her and stood there, waiting for her to rush over.
"Hey, Cheng Yunpeng, do you go straight home after school?" Liu Miao asked him.Then he pointed to the other side of the carport and signaled him to wait.
Cheng Yunpeng had to watch her go not far away, rolled out a women's bicycle, pushed the bicycle forward and asked him again.
"Would you like to have a meal together? Anyway, today is Friday, and I know that there is a pickled fish restaurant that is delicious."
Liu Miao extended the invitation to him with a smile, her eyes squinted.Cheng Yunpeng looked at her face, and suddenly remembered Zhao Dami sweating profusely eating a hamburger, and his mood suddenly seemed to be warmed by the smile in front of him, so he nodded and agreed.
"Okay, let's call Zhang Yang together."
Liu Miao paused, and said to Cheng Yunpeng: "Zhang Yang went back to his grandma's house in the suburban county on weekends, and left today just after class." After speaking, she looked at Cheng Yunpeng.
"Just the two of us, do you want to eat?"
Cheng Yunpeng saw that there seemed to be a little regret in Liu Miao's eyes when he said this, and felt a little bit reluctant to save her face, so he nodded.
"Eat, I invite you!"
The two found the pickled vegetable and fish restaurant in the alley, and they were sweating profusely after eating.
Liu Miao is different from Zhang Yang, similar to Cheng Yunpeng, and he is not usually a talkative person. During the meeting, the two of them chatted casually, talking about the team's competition, the upcoming final exam, and also talking about it. other people you know in common.
Cheng Yunpeng felt that he was in a good mood when he was with Liu Miao.Anyway, I don't think about things here and there, and I feel comfortable getting along with each other, quite at ease.
After dinner, at Liu Miao's suggestion, Cheng Yunpeng accompanied her for a short ride around the road around the city before sending her home.
At this time, the sky was getting dark. Cheng Yunpeng thought about it, turned the car and turned on another road... When he rode to his grandfather's house, it was already dark for a long time.
Cheng Yunpeng pushed the car into the entrance first, then went out to look at the mailbox, and sure enough, it was mailed again.
He opened the mailbox and found that this time it was not a postcard but an envelope. Cheng Yunpeng reached out to take it out, squeezed it vigorously, and found that the inside did not seem to be ordinary paper, it was a bit hard, and it felt like cardboard.
Cheng Yunpeng walked into the house and closed the door.After sitting on the sofa, he carefully tore open the opening of the envelope.
Inside was a piece of cardboard the size of a postcard—probably torn from the title page of a notebook, possibly by hand, with slightly ragged edges.
It must be a postcard made by Zhao Dami. Cheng Yunpeng smiled. The post office may not allow it to be sent, so it must be wrapped in an envelope.
Cheng Yunpeng saw that Zhao Dami actually drew a picture on the cover, with a stick figure Dalmatians on it, and beside the dog there was a small ice cream dripping cream dripping from the air.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Dami's writing is like a dog crawling, but his drawing is not bad, at least he can understand it.
Cheng Yunpeng smiled before turning over the postcard to take a formal look at the contents.
Turning it over, I found that this time seemed to be different from the previous concise and concise words. This small cardboard was densely written by Zhao Dami.
Cheng Yunpeng felt a little curious, and quickly read each word carefully.
"The postcards in the school canteen are sold out, but I really want to talk to you today, so I made one myself. Cheng Yunpeng, I drank alcohol today, and I feel very sad. You know, it's the first time I drink liquor. It's not on TV Do you want to drink to get rid of your worries? I am so worried now that I don’t know who to tell, and I am also worried after drinking. After thinking about it, you are the only one. Cheng Yunpeng, I think I am so useless, really, you don’t need to comfort me. Alas, I suddenly don't know what to say, the paper is too small and there is no room, I will tell you when I have time."
Cheng Yunpeng looked at it with a smile at first, but the smile gradually disappeared, and he didn't know how to react.
Zhao Dami wrote unclearly, and he couldn't see what happened at all.But since Zhao Dami said so, it must be a very serious matter for him.
Cheng Yunpeng felt that he couldn't calm down, and suddenly regretted why he didn't insist on asking Zhao Dami's home phone number, or at least let him leave some other contact information.
Cheng Yunpeng thought about Zhao Dami, and felt that the reason why he attached his address on the postcard might be different from what he imagined. Based on his understanding of Zhao Dami, the possibility of being sentimental was far lower than the possibility of being gross.
Did he forget?
Cheng Yunpeng thought, is it because he forgot to leave the address instead of leaving it on purpose?
He felt a little flustered, and instantly remembered the last moment of parting—the tearful head protruding from the back seat of the police car.
Cheng Yunpeng felt like his chest was being grabbed by something, stuck in his heart, and he couldn't get up or down.
It was too late, anyway, there was no one else at home, so Cheng Yunpeng decided not to go back tonight.Then he went into the bedroom, changed his clothes and lay down on the bed.He put his arms behind his head, looked at the ceiling and thought for a long time whether he should try to find Zhao Dami.
But by what method?Where to start?What happened to him?
Cheng Yunpeng turned over and took the postcard on the bedside table and read it twice, but found that he still had no clue.I had no choice but to close my eyes and fall asleep.
The final exam will not be long. It is said that after the final exam of the first semester of high school, the school will re-segregate the first grade, and the atmosphere in the school seems to be suddenly a lot more solemn.
However, Cheng Yunpeng is not worried at all, and the weekly team training still persists without landing a game.
After the pickled fish meal, Liu Miao and Cheng Yunpeng seemed to interact more suddenly.
From time to time, Liu Miao would take the initiative to bring some snacks to the team to share with Cheng Yunpeng, and Cheng Yunpeng would go to the canteen to buy a cup of milk tea or something to give back to her when he felt sorry.
Sometimes, Liu Miao would come to the class to talk to Cheng Yunpeng after exercises between classes.
Although there was still not much talk between the two, Cheng Yunpeng felt that the relationship between himself and Liu Miao was getting closer.
It's not that Cheng Yunpeng doesn't know that some students have secretly spread the news that the school grass and Liu Miao from the next class are already together.
But he felt that these rumors should not affect his relationship with Liu Miao anyway, so he decided to ignore them.
Let the clean ones clean themselves, Cheng Yunpeng thought.
Looking back on the past, Cheng Yunpeng can be regarded as a girl killer who has broken many hearts. Since junior high school, Cheng Yunpeng has been confessed to by some girls either directly or tactfully.
But they were all rejected by him.
Ever since he was a child, he never seemed to have thought about the nature of those things other than love and love.
Therefore, until now, Cheng Yunpeng is still ignorant of the relationship between men and women.He never thought about what kind of girl he would spend his life with in the future.
Sometimes, he even instinctively felt that the word "together for a lifetime" was consistent with his parents' grim faces.
What's the use of love?
Wouldn't it be nice to be friends?
In Cheng Yunpeng's mind, the smiling Liu Miao and the smiling Zhao Dami are actually the same.
All are friends.
Cheng Yunpeng thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he was really hit by Zhao Dami, and friends would have it.If Zhang Yang is one of them, then now it seems that he has more than one friend.
Cheng Yunpeng thought about it and felt happier.
In the weeks before the end of the term, Cheng Yunpeng was too busy to go to the Little House to receive letters.Cheng Yunpeng thinks that Zhao Dami should also be preparing for the exam hard, maybe he won't write so frequently.
Fortunately, the final exam was over soon. After the last subject, Cheng Yunpeng planned to go to the training room to pack up the things in the storage cabinet and wash them at home.
As soon as he walked into the door of the training hall, he saw Liu Miao and Zhang Yang walking in with their backs to him not far away.
Cheng Yunpeng took a few steps forward quietly, trying to scare them from behind.Then followed up.
"...Cheng Yunpeng?" Liu Miao smiled and said in a low voice.
Hearing that they seemed to be talking about himself, Cheng Yunpeng was a little curious and slowed down, wanting to secretly listen to what they were saying.
"I just think he's good-looking!" Liu Miao said, "You're talking like jackals and leopards. In fact, boys with unfortunate families like Cheng Yunpeng are the best ones to chase after. You just need to take the initiative. Smile, he will immediately feel that you are the warm sunshine in spring."
Liu Miao paused, then said, "See? He's almost in my pocket now, believe it or not..."
Cheng Yunpeng didn't finish listening, and stayed where he was, and the two of them continued to walk forward, not seeing him at all.
Cheng Yunpeng suddenly felt very tired, and suddenly didn't want to go to the training hall. He stood there for a while, then turned and left.
Cheng Yunpeng went home and ate dinner in silence, then went back to the room and lay down on the bed, Liu Miao's face appeared in his head, smiling, the smile suddenly became blurred, and turned into a sneer with raised eyebrows.
The two faces flickered alternately, and after a while, they merged into one again, and finally turned into his mother's hysterical roar. The face was getting closer and closer, and finally scared Cheng Yunpeng into a cold sweat...
For Liu Miao, Cheng Yunpeng was not very angry, he just felt a little aggrieved by his friend's betrayal.
friend?Ah.
Cheng Yunpeng muttered and smiled wryly.
Cheng Yunpeng turned over, as if in a daze, went to the bookcase and took out the moon cake box, took out all the postcards that Zhao Dami sent him this semester, read them carefully, put them back, and covered them Put the lid back in the bookcase.
Then he turned around, took the coat on the back of the chair and put it on, went downstairs to pick up the car, and rode to the small house in the suburbs.
Aunt Zhang was just the aunt who was in charge of cooking for Cheng Yunpeng. She didn't usually live at home, so she went home after dinner.So no one knew that Cheng Yunpeng went out late at night.
It was already late at night, and there were no people on the road. Cheng Yunpeng pedaled his bicycle hard all the way, and couldn't help but suddenly felt uncomfortable all the way.
He felt so wronged and wanted to find someone to talk to.The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, so he stomped hard and hurried to the little house, as if Zhao Dami would be waiting for him there.
Zhao Dami Zhao Dami Zhao Dami.Cheng Yunpeng felt a little sour as he recited the name silently in his heart. The cold winter wind blew past Cheng Yunpeng's ears, making his face a little painful.But he still didn't mean to slow down, and rode to the door of the house at the fastest speed.
Cheng Yunpeng didn't have the patience to take out the key to open the door. He jumped out of the car, threw the car on the side of the road, and ran straight to the mailbox at the door.
When he ran to the mailbox, he suddenly slowed down and stretched out his hand slowly, a little nervously, a feeling of inexplicably close to nostalgia.
Cheng Yunpeng controlled the trembling emotions and slowly opened the mailbox door...
There is a postcard.
Cheng Yunpeng took a look, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and took it out.
Cheng Yunpeng finally felt at ease holding the piece of paper.He stood in front of the door for a while before turning back, packing up the car, and entering the house.
Then he saw the sentence on the postcard——
"Cheng Yunpeng. Have you forgotten about me? Why have you never replied? Zhao Dami"