cast a peach

Chapter 33

When he was young, Zhao Guangshui secretly imagined what his future lover would look like at night.But she couldn't figure it out.

In romance novels, it is written that the male lead has a "handsome face as sharp as a knife, and narrow and stern black eyes", but she feels that the male lead is always very bad to the female lead—not gentle or polite.She doesn't like such people.

To protect her eyes, grandpa seldom turns on the TV at home, but just watches news broadcasts and focus interviews with her every day.Because she doesn't watch idol dramas, she doesn't know what male stars girls of the same age are chasing after.

I don't read much romance novels either.When others were watching "Scary Step by Step", she had just finished reading "Eastern Jin Family Politics" according to the book list opened by her grandfather, and she was going to write a book review when she returned home.

I can be a very boring kid.

Carrying her schoolbag, she thought this way as she walked past the classmates who were passionately arguing about which elder brother Qingchuan should choose.

When I was in junior high school, Korean boy groups were very popular. The girls in the class would gather together in twos and threes after class, holding albums and posters mailed back from overseas, screaming suppressed and excited.

Since she was a child, she couldn't integrate into this small group of girls, and she was a little curious to see them so excited.

——What kind of boys are they so excited about?

Zhao Guangshui walked up to a girl, and hesitantly asked softly, "Can you show me too?"

She has a good appearance and is outstanding in her studies, but she is usually too upright and doesn't talk to people very much, she looks cold and difficult to get close to, but she is surprisingly gentle when she speaks.The girl who was approached by her was stunned for a long time. She didn't expect that the famous ice beauty in the class would talk to her so nicely. She nodded and handed the poster over: "Yes! Look at it."

Zhao Guangshui took it while thanking him.

... It seems that there is nothing very exciting.She looked at the handsome young man on the poster and thought.

He has colorful hair, stud earrings, and slender eyes with heavy smoky makeup.The expression...uh...looks a little greasy.

Do most girls like this type originally?

Her curiosity was appeased, and she only felt a faint sense of bewilderment and disappointment.

The girl she questioned wanted to give her Amway, but she softly refused.

Zhao Guangshui returned to his seat and sat down again.

It was almost late spring, the sky was bright and clear, and there was a huge snow-white bird flying across the sky singing loudly - where was it going to fly to?The bright green branches of the willow tree are very thick, falling to the ground like a waterfall; the apricot blossom spits out a little yellow stamen from between the jade white petals, and the cherry blossoms are covered with misty deep and shallow powder, and the ground is full of petals that fell at night; The rose climbed higher on the campus fence last year, and the rusty color of winter curling faded away. A few plump flower buds were hidden among the leaves, showing a few pinks from the lush greenery.

A student wearing a blue school uniform walked up and down under the rose, reciting Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" with great emotion:

"Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, the footsteps of spring are approaching..."

The breeze is soft and warm, carrying an unknown fragrance of flowers across the classroom.The little chubby who endorsed the book somehow caught Zhao Guangshui's laugh - spring is almost gone, she thought to herself.She couldn't help smiling, opened the window a little, turned her head and propped her chin to look at the campus outside the window.

Outside the window, pear blossoms as white as snow are blooming.

Zhao Guangshui was slightly taken aback.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the gentle and beautiful young girl she had seen when she was a child and who had left without saying goodbye to her.

what do you say that is……

Ah, yes, it should be called...Tan Mingli.

The older sister of the Tan family.

I heard that she seemed to be married some time ago.

Grandpa has a high vision, but he has always admired this girl. He has repeatedly talked with Zhao Guangshui in admiration, saying that although Tan Mingli was born abroad, he has a gentleman's style, which is particularly rare in the current impetuous environment.Grandpa thought it was irrational for her to give up further studies and choose to marry and start a family, and he felt very sorry in private.

A few days ago, Grandpa asked her if she wanted to attend Sister Li's wedding banquet.

For some reason, she subconsciously refused.

"Hey--"

Downstairs is a small playground, and the boys who are playing basketball are whistling to her: "Beauty! Look at me! xxx likes you!"

The boys are so annoying.

Zhao Guangshui frowned slightly, sighed, closed the window, turned around, and picked up the pen again.

Everyone is growing up, and the troubles of adolescence follow one after another.

Since she entered junior high school, her classmates have grown up rapidly.Boys began to change their voices, blue stubble appeared on their chins, and their throats became rough; girls began to develop, and their breasts bulged rapidly like flower buds.After class, there will gradually be girls who carefully pinch the sanitary napkins in their pockets, whisper a few words in the ears of their girlfriends, and then quietly run to the toilet together.

Don't be discovered by boys.

Once seen by the boys, the boys sitting in the back row will boo loudly, laughing, clapping, clapping and whistling.At this time, even the most daring and carefree girls would turn red and be speechless. At most, they could only give them a vicious look, and then dragged their friends and ran away blushing.

Zhao Guangshui hated this very much.

Amidst another booing that almost knocked over the classroom roof, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, closed the book calmly, walked to the podium, picked up the pointer and knocked on the podium to signal everyone to be quiet.

The classroom slowly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the podium, to the cold, cold girl whom everyone secretly recognized as the prettiest girl in the whole grade who was secretly in love with an unknown number of boys.

—what is she going to say?

Zhao Guangshui's tone was very gentle and quiet.She said: "I don't quite understand what you are making a fuss about."

She glanced at the booing boys, they were all tongue-tied, their shoulders slumped like quails.

"It's very rude to girls like this." She said gently, "It's also very childish. So I hope that you will stop doing such boring things in the future."

Zhao Guangshui took out a sanitary napkin from his pocket, picked it up, carefully disassembled it, held it in his hand and lifted it up so that everyone could see it: "It's because of this thing, right?"

There were several gasps in the classroom.

"This is a sanitary napkin, a sanitary product for girls during their menstrual period-a very normal and common thing, every girl will use it. Your mother will also use it."

Zhao Guangshui spoke slowly.She had a nice voice, and she spoke very clearly, without any ambiguous Beijing accent. "I didn't feel that there was anything to be embarrassed about; I didn't find that there was anything to make fun of."

She stepped off the podium, walked up to a boy who was usually the loudest, and handed him the sanitary napkin—his cheeks were flushed so that the top of his head was about to steam: "You are curious, aren't you?"

"I can show you in person, or explain it.—Do you want me to?" Her eyes were clear and bright.

The boy was about to cry: "No, there is no need..."

Zhao Guangshui felt that he was worthless, and he didn't dare to face what he did, let alone take responsibility.She sighed, turned around, and looked at the others. All the boys she saw looked ashamed and frightened, pushing and shoving back one after another.

"..."

"Look, I just said this, and you were about to cry—and what about the girls who are usually teased by you? What do you think they are thinking?" Zhao Guangshui's expression was still very quiet, "You think it's just Are you kidding? But there are some jokes that cannot be made."

She put away the sanitary napkin, walked up to the tearful girl who was coaxed just now, and comforted her a little clumsily—she actually doesn’t know how to get along with girls—and said in a soft tone as much as possible: "Don't cry... Don't be shy about it, it's just a normal thing, isn't it?"

"I'll give you a candy, okay?"

She took out a mint candy she had bought secretly, handed it to the girl who was still sobbing and staring at her at a loss, and put it in her hand.

Since then, the class has become much quieter, and there will be no more boys booing in front of girls.I don't know who spread her deeds, and before I knew it, the whole grade would not do this anymore.

But there are new troubles.

The new trouble is——since she stood up for the girls in the class, only boys confessed to her before, but now there are also shy and restless girls with flushed cheeks.

Zhao Guangshui sighed in distress again.

When dealing with boys, she can still calmly refuse with an excuse of studying; but when dealing with girls, she is always subconsciously gentle, and as a result, girls misunderstand what she means, and feel that they still have hope, so they still persevere. Stuff small snacks in her desk pocket every day.

I can't pick it up, but... just throw it away, it doesn't seem very good, it's very rude, and it seems too sad.

Zhao Guangshui was very troubled.

Zhao Guangshui came home that day, after having dinner with his grandfather, he was about to go to study in his room as usual, when he was stopped by his grandfather.

"Little water."

Grandpa waved to her gently, signaling her not to leave yet, "—do you have a lot of homework today? Say a few words to grandpa, excuse me?"

She quickly shook her head to say no to bother.

Grandpa is always busy at work and rarely at home, but he never relaxes his care and education for her because he is busy.Every time the test report card and test paper come out, he will try his best to spare time, put on his glasses and read it carefully, and then ask her how she is doing with her recent books, if there is anything she doesn't understand, and patiently teach her some words .

Today, grandpa didn't ask her about her studies as usual, but only cared a few words about whether she was eating well, and whether the Chinese medicine prescribed by the doctor was not good because of fear of hardship.

He finally brought up the incident of Zhao Guangshui's sanitary napkins on the podium a few days ago, showing a rare look of embarrassment-with his age, gender and identity, he is undoubtedly not suitable to talk about this topic with young girls .

Zhao Hongliang sighed in his heart - after all, it has been a generation, and as Xiao Shui grew up, he often felt a powerless emptiness: as a grandfather, he couldn't teach Kaijie girls meticulously.

It would be nice if Zhihua was at home.He smiled wryly.A clever and wise daughter should still be taught by her mother herself.

Zhao Guangshui lowered his eyes uneasily.

——Is grandpa going to criticize her?Is it because she thinks she is too high-profile and deliberately pushy?She didn't want to show off, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with what she was doing.

Grandpa's warm and generous palm fell down and patted her on the shoulder lightly: "You did a good job, Xiao Shui. Very good."

"Grandpa is proud of you."

Zhao Hongliang said softly.