Chapter 77: That surrogate white moonlight
Different shades of purple gradually mottled the entire field of vision, thick and faint, and the boundaries of the layers cannot be clearly seen.
Like the foreground scene splashed with ink, there is an inexplicable sense of emptiness, indistinct, bizarre and contradictory.
Later, the light began to rotate, and a beautiful light appeared between the layers of clouds, scattered and gathered in a thick black purple.
Light and shadow are intertwined and blended in magnificent places hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, and the vagueness is accidentally dyed with a graceful taste.
The most abrupt thing at this time is probably the last white cloud behind the roof of the residential building.
Because it's plain and simple, it's not strange just by looking at it, but when it is placed in a rare and heavy background, it looks very incongruous and very strange.
Yan Zhi stared at the white cloud all the time, and didn't listen to her mother's words carefully. The moment the TV sounded, the flimsy scenery that was being watched also retreated into the tall buildings, and could not be seen again.
This time, the sky is full of that shade of purple.
She retracted her gaze, fell into love from the scene, and suddenly felt that she was the lonely cloud that suddenly appeared, tearing the entire fusion background apart.
He had no relatives, so he had to become a supporting role for a short time and disappeared in the hard reinforced concrete, and no one would notice when he left.
Mother patted her on the shoulder, her tone doubtful,
"Talking to you, what are you thinking?"
"nothing."
Yan Zhi replied casually, "I was just thinking about today's math test. It seems that I missed the last question and lost points."
"what?"
The mother's eyes became severe in an instant.
"Why is it a mistake again? I told you that exams should be checked carefully, especially mathematics, why are you so inattentive? Last time I said it was because of mistakes, but I made the same mistake again this time. In my heart..."
"It's okay, it's okay, Yan Zhi has worked hard enough, so just say a few words less."
Father Gu opened his mouth with a smile at the dining table, calling them to eat,
"Today I made cola chicken wings and burned okra. These are your two favorite dishes. Come and eat them."
Gu Zhian was still pressing the remote control on the sofa, when he heard the words, he ran over and cheered,
"Dad, you finally let me eat chicken wings. Didn't you say that chicken wings cause cancer?"
"Don't talk nonsense, when did I say such a thing, it's all spread on WeChat, don't slander me."
"Hey, dad didn't come to you."
Yan Zhi walked over and glanced at the cola chicken wings on the table.
The color is bright, but it's pretty.
But Gu's father's cooking was more about taste, and he added oil and salt without money.
In Yan Zhi's eyes, this plate of chicken wings was like being fished out of oil. She looked at Gu Zhian who was eating happily, and couldn't help but wonder, would she really not get tired of it?
Fortunately, the okra was boiled in water at Yan Zhi's request. She went to the kitchen and poured some soy sauce vinegar as a dipping sauce.
Gu Zhi'an was eating chicken wings, and looked at the boiled okra in front of Yan Zhi, and couldn't help but tut.
"Yan Zhi, why do you like to eat okra, it's sticky, it's disgusting."
.....
At that moment, Yan Zhi wanted to go back and say: I eat mine, it's none of your business, don't look at it if you feel disgusting.
But the girl had a giggling smile on her face, her eyes were clear, and her tone was very relaxed, like a joking chat between family members.
Yan Zhi held the chopsticks and replied lightly, "Maybe everyone's taste is different."
"Hahahaha Yanzhi, you have different tastes from all of us. You are the only one in our family who likes to eat okra, neither my parents nor my parents will eat it."
Gu Zhian held his face and sighed with a feigned pity,
"It's good, Yan Zhi, you can have a dish of your own."
Father Gu laughed and patted her head,
"Don't cry miserably here. My mother and I didn't leave your favorite dishes for you."
"Old Gu, treat the girl's house lightly, and head off at every turn. You think it was made by King Kong."
"That's right, Dad, look at how you treated me, even my mother told you."
......
After the family had a lively meal, they sat on the sofa and ate fruit and watched TV, while digesting their food.
Yan Zhi washed the dishes, but took the keys and bag and planned to go out.
"Yan Zhi, where are you going?"
She turned her head with a gentle smile,
"I ate too much today. I went out for a walk to digest my food."
"Okay, then don't go far, come back early."
"Don't worry mom, I know."
With a click, the door was closed.
The moment he turned around, the smile on Yan Zhi's face disappeared immediately. She squatted down, tied the laces on her shoes, lowered her head, squatted on the ground for a long time, and finally blinked, blinking the tears back into her eyes.
The Gu family is actually very warm.
A father who has a good temper and jokes, a mother who cares about her daughter and has a sense of life, and a lively and cheerful daughter, it is the perfect family composition.
- if it weren't for her.
Over the years, everyone thought that Yan Zhi must be doing well.
She is the most outstanding daughter of the Gu family, the pride that Dad Gu has to show off at every party, and enjoys the love from her parents. She is much luckier than the unknown little daughter Gu Zhian.
But Yan Zhi knew that was not the case.
It's never been like this.
In this world, a stepmother is always harder than a stepfather.
The first time she entered Gu's house when she was five years old, her mother told her, Yan Zhi, you are an elder sister, and you should let Zhi An. If you have anything, don't argue with her.
"Don't argue with her."
With just this sentence, a huge gap was cut between her and the family.
Growing up, her mother would care about whether Gu Zhian was eating well, whether she slept well, and whether she was under a lot of pressure to paint. , like sisters.
Outsiders all praise, Yan mother is a good mother.
But Yan Zhi had never enjoyed this kind of treatment for a day.
In her memory, what her mother said to her the most was how her grades were, did she regress? Why is this question wrong again?
No one knew that she actually didn't like okra at all.
She just likes bland food, and is not used to the food that Gu's father eats, but everyone at home is so happy, what should she say?
Okra, just happens to be one of the few home-cooked dishes that can be boiled in water.
Mother knows.
But she is very strong by nature. In order to maintain the image of "good wife and good mother" in the eyes of everyone, she feels that it is not an exaggeration to let her own daughter suffer so much.
Yan Zhi turned to look at the house.
There is still half a year, and there is still half a year before the college entrance examination.
As long as you go to college, everything will be much better.
.....
Yan Zhi strolled through the park for a while.
Until the night was getting dark and the time on the phone screen was approaching nine o'clock, she still had no idea of going back.
In fact, there will be make-up classes tomorrow morning, so I have to get up early.
This is specially organized by the school for outstanding students, and even the quota is very limited.
Yan Zhi usually didn't go there before. Instead of listening to the teacher's lectures, she would rather find a quiet place to write the questions by herself.
But he promised Huo Xingchao, if he suddenly broke the appointment, that guy would definitely blow up.
Thinking of this, the phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, Yan Zhi took it out and saw that it was Huo Xingchao's phone.
"Hey?"
The boy's voice is condescending, with the usual unrestrained willfulness,
"Yan Zhi, are you at home?"
"I'm taking a walk outside."
"In the small park, right?"
He laughed and whistled lazily,
"Okay, stay there and don't move, the young master is here to play with you."
"No, it's so late, I have to go home... Huo Xingchao?"
No one answered.
Yan Zhi sighed helplessly, hung up the phone, and sat on the bench beside him waiting for the arrival of the eldest young master.
Holding her forehead, she looked at the group of aunties dancing square dancing in front of her. Looking at it, her thoughts couldn't help drifting away.
Last month, Gu Zhian quietly told her that she liked Huo Xingchao, who was in the ninth class of the third year of high school.
She decided to make a brave confession before the college entrance examination.
But at that time, he was already with Huo Xingchao.
Yan Zhi did not dare to let Gu Zhian know about this matter. Because Gu Zhian is a person who doesn't talk about the door, she knows, which means that her mother knows.
Yan Zhi looked at the lithe figure of Auntie melancholy and sighed.
Last week, Huo Xingchao told her with a sly smile that he actually had a "plan" to approach her from the very beginning.
He said Yan Zhi, you really have no conscience. I have always remembered things in the forest when I was a child. I have tried so many times in vain, but you dare to forget it for me.
Forget it, he said, forgive you. In the future, you have to write down my affairs in that memo, and if you dare to forget you, it will be over.
......
That night, Yan Zhi lay in bed thinking for a long time, and suddenly thought of Gu Zhian, who was lost in the spring outing in the forest when he was in elementary school.
She inadvertently asked about this, and Gu Zhian answered her without hesitation.
There really was a boy who got lost with her.
A lot of details, time, and plot are completely correct.
Yan Zhi hugged her knees tightly, her whole body a little confused.
From childhood to adulthood, she did not fight or rob, she gave up the piano, and gave up painting to Gu Zhian. She really felt aggrieved for many, many things.
Only Huo Xingchao, she really didn't want to let it go.
But is she going to keep pretending to be stupid for the rest of her life?
Every night, as long as she thought that Huo Xingchao approached her because of Gu Zhian and was with her, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Yan Zhi felt that he must have owed Gu Zhian a lot in his last life.
So for so many years, the things and things that I liked have to be returned to her one by one.
The girl buried her head in her knees, and in the dark night, only a lowered head was exposed.
The night wind blew her long hair, making her body a little thin.
"What do you think?"
The back of the head was suddenly slapped.
Yan Zhi raised his head and found a tall and long-legged boy standing in front of him.
He still hooked the corners of his lips, his eyebrows looked arrogant and rebellious in the moonlight, then reached out and dragged her up, tsk tsk shaking his head,
"You can be sleepy no matter where you are."
Yan Zhi blinked, holding back the heat in the corners of his eyes, his tone was calm,
"You're here, I'm going back."
"Yo, Yan Zhi, you're so bold, you dare to leave when I'm here, sir, and you don't take me seriously."
"It's very late now. I won't go home again. My family has to worry about it."
"Then let them worry."
The boy didn't care at all, grabbed her hand, pulled her and walked in the opposite direction of home,
"I'm a fool to let you go home just because you went so far."
"Where are you going?"
"I haven't eaten dinner yet. You can accompany me to find a late-night snack."
"..."