Iris Wen's Heartbeat Symphony Chapter 9

Iris Wen also heard those boys saying that they were looking too seriously.

She saw that he was too stupid.

As a result, Iris Wen didn't dare to look up at Asher Cheng again after walking all the way.

"Iris Wen." Asher Cheng shouted.

Seeing that she finally looked over, he continued: "I went to the office, and a teacher said that you were looking for me because he was afraid that you would faint. When I saw you entering the first floor of high school, I thought, I know you as a freshman in high school." "

"Is your guess accurate?"

Iris Wen's eyelashes trembled slightly and her eye circles were a little red, but she hid it well.

She nodded and muttered, "Yeah, that's pretty accurate."

He must have seen it. By saying this, he was protecting her self-esteem.

"I confess, I'm looking for you, even though you already knew it," she stopped and looked at Asher Cheng seriously. She still couldn't let go of her worry and explained nervously: "The main reason is that when the road is rough, draw your sword to help! Even if they say they want to block Zhang San and Li Si, I will find them one by one..."

Iris Wen lightly scratched the glass bottle with his fingertips, then slowly lowered his gaze: "Can you please, don't feel uncomfortable..."

Zhang San Li Si?

The corners of Asher Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, as if a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead and fell helplessly.

He didn't seem to realize that Iris Wen was worried about this. He raised his eyebrows indifferently and said, "Are you worried that I'm afraid you might do something bad to me? Would you do that?"

"That's not called plotting something evil!" Iris Wen corrected, she said righteously and seriously: "Besides, I won't plot something evil against you, so don't worry about it unfoundedly. Just rest assured."

That's called... having no other plans at all.

Asher Cheng chuckled softly, "That's alright. What else do I have to be uncomfortable with? I want classmates to get along with each other normally. At most, sometimes, I might take advantage of you and let you call me brother?"

The latter sentence is obviously a joke.

This morning, he went to see Iris Wen and looked at her worried eyes and slightly innocent reminder.

Maybe it was because the sun was too dazzling at that time, which stunned his brain, and he suddenly said it smoothly.

---Brother Asher Cheng.

I didn't think it was anything at the time, but when I thought about it later, it felt a bit like I was taking advantage of the little girl.

Iris Wen's face suddenly lit up, then darkened again.

Does he mean to treat her as a sister at most?

Iris Wen thought sadly, her voice as light as breathing: "The joke you made is not funny at all. I won't call you brother. I am more like you as a senior."

"Follow me?" Asher Cheng wondered.

"Yes, it makes you look younger," she arched her eyebrows and gave a big smile, "When you are 80 or 80 years old, I will call you senior, and those who don't know will think you are a young man who is going to school."

... Asher Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, lifted the top strap of Iris Wen's schoolbag with his left hand, and shook it a few times, "Then I can't look like a young man even if I apply dozens of layers of volcanic mud."

The original joke was just to distract Iris Wen from overthinking so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable with him, but he ended up being shot.

I always look forward to what happens when he gets older, so that the little girl can have a long memory.

"If you still have contact after graduation, you are such a heartless person. If you don't call me Brother Asher Cheng, you will be sorry for being called old when I am young."

Iris Wen's feet swayed a few times following the movement of the big hand. She panicked and grabbed the shoulder strap of her schoolbag. While stunned, she looked up at the troublemaker Asher Cheng and murmured: "Brother Asher Cheng? No...brother." ?"

Asher Cheng glanced at Iris Wen, whose eyes were dull for a moment, and said calmly: "What else? Oh, so you are waiting here with evil intentions. You want to be my sister?"

Iris Wen responded quickly and dismissed: "I didn't! When your sister doesn't suddenly develop a tear mole, there is no profit in any attempt."

She didn't even know what she was talking about.

All I know is that it feels like fireworks exploding in my heart.

Asher Cheng listened, and he pushed his mountain bike lightly with his fingers, as if he suddenly understood.

A teasing smile appeared on his face, and he said confidently: "You also said that you didn't like my tear mole?"

Iris Wen suddenly thought of something, blushed and looked at the moths under the street lamp, which kept fluttering.

His thoughts went back to the day when he confirmed that he liked Asher Cheng.

I learned that I was in Class 7 of Grade 3.

In a panic, she subconsciously wanted to ask for help from her deskmate next to her. Her head was in a mess, and she even forgot his name for a moment.

"Tear mole..." The words that came out of her mouth immediately exploded in her mind. She noticed the other person's frozen figure and quickly changed her words, "Classmate!"

The young man held his chin and looked sideways at her, his eyes thick with ink, as if he was pondering in his mouth unhurriedly: "Classmate Tear Mole?"

He tapped the mole at the corner of his eye with his index finger and said in a deep voice, "Classmate, what's the matter with you? You like me..."

Iris Wen's face turned red, she was nervous and at a loss. She was so frightened by such a pause that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

He wanted to explain in the next second, but the man didn't pause too much and just finished the sentence: "Do you have a mole?"

"No, no!" Iris Wen said without thinking, wanting to reach out to cool her hot cheeks, but she didn't dare to act rashly. She quickly lowered her head and tried to save it: "Your tear mole is so beautiful, I want to praise you." Just one sentence."

The young man chuckled and didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the teacher who was mingling with his classmates on the podium, and once again laid his eyes on Iris Wen's face.

He didn't expose her, but asked pleasantly: "What's wrong?"

...

Iris Wen had no excuse this time, so he had to admit: "Okay, I just like your tear mole and think it looks good."

While making concessions, he hurriedly defended: "But that day when I called you classmate Lei Mie, it really wasn't because I kept thinking about it. I shouldn't be that... obsessed with it."

The more he talks, the more he feels guilty.

Asher Cheng just smiled. He looked at the bus stop sign that appeared in front of him and reminded him, "Is this the bus stop sign you mentioned?"

Iris Wen was startled and couldn't help but raise his head and follow his gaze. In the dusk and night, there were several students waiting in front of the bus stop.

We have indeed arrived at our destination.

"Well, I'm just waiting for the bus here."

Asher Cheng walked her to the bus stop, but he did not leave. Instead, he accompanied her to wait for the last bus under the gloomy night.

Before he could be happy, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of car horns passing by.

Iris Wen looked up.

It was dimly lit and bright and prosperous. Only now did she notice how beautiful Beicheng was at dusk.

The bus slowly stopped in front of the platform.

"Then I'm leaving. Goodbye, Senior Asher Cheng." Iris Wen smiled and waved.

Asher Cheng hummed and watched Iris Wen sit down by the car window, then turned around, got on the cool black mountain bike, and sped away towards the illuminated trees.

Iris Wen turned around in his seat and looked back through the rectangular rear window.

The young man carries a black schoolbag on his shoulders, his tall and thin figure leans forward slightly, and rides his mountain bike away like the wind.

With just one glance, he hid among the tree trunks illuminated by street lights and disappeared on the leafy avenue.

The school uniform is flying, as if there is no nostalgia at all.

Iris Wen slowly returned to his straight body, absentmindedly holding the schoolbag in front of him. Afterwards, I realized that I was reluctant to let go, and the bee pupa came, which made my heart feel uncomfortable.

They still have no contact information.

We still may not see each other again.

She suddenly thought, if she had not braved the sun without hesitation and climbed the fourth floor to find him, would everything that happened later have happened?

---Then can she be a little braver?

Back home.

Lin Du had just gotten off work. He had not yet changed out of his dark brown formal suit. He wore meticulous makeup and a rigorous mid-part hairdo.

I am sitting in the living room working, my fingers flexibly typing on the keyboard.

She seemed to hear movement at the entrance, turned to look at Iris Wen who was changing shoes, and said calmly: "Why are you back so late today?"

"Didn't I tell you that eating sugar is bad for your mouth? Why buy such a big bottle?" Lin Du said, frowning and staring at the glass bottle in Iris Wen's hand, without stopping the busy work at hand, "Notice There are also those accessories on the desk for you, as well as a new mobile phone and a phone card for you. The number is in the memo. "

Iris Wen took off his schoolbag and stopped in the direction of the room instead of entering the living room.

"I just take one once in a while," she raised her hand and looked at the glass bottle in her hand, then curved her lips and said, "Then I'll go back to the room first, thank you mom."

Lin Du's typing hand paused, and as he listened to the distant footsteps, annoyance flashed through his calm eyes.

How could I forget that Xixi sometimes suffers from hypoglycemia? She was busy with work and usually didn't have time to make breakfast. She always asked Iris Wen to eat it at the breakfast shop downstairs. She rarely took care of it, thinking that she could take care of herself at such an old age.

As a result, sometimes I still don’t pay attention and forget to eat breakfast.

--bedroom--

Iris Wen placed the glass bottle in the corner of the desk, but was afraid it would fall and break, so he placed it in the middle of the desk. And there’s just enough room for it in the bookcase’s compartment.

She unlocked the drawer and took out the dark green diary.

Open.

Write it carefully.

Tuesday, September 5, 2008, sunny.

He is a very warm-hearted person. There seem to be many, too many to explain. It seems that in every little thing, he is good at keeping silent.

Today he gave me a bottle of candy...

After she finished writing, she closed the diary, opened the bottle of candy, took out one, opened it, and stuffed it into her mouth. While placing the neatly unfolded candy wrappers under the light, I held my chin and thought.

The inner layer of the candy wrapper is a hard white packaging, which prevents light from entering.

Seeing this, Iris Wen suddenly put down the candy wrapper, continued to pick up the pen at hand, and carefully wrote something on it.

---CC. September 5, 2008.

Then fold it up again and put it in the glass bottle.

The candy wrapper fell in, light and airy, and quickly reached the landing point, quietly jumping down, like fireworks rolling and bouncing on the ground.

...

After taking a shower, Iris Wen dried her hair and sat at the desk to read.

"Knock knock---"

"Xi Xi, are you asleep?"

Iris Wen was stunned for a moment, closed the book, stood up and opened the door.

Opening the door, Lin Du stood in front of the door holding a glass of milk.

"Not yet," Iris Wen welcomed the person in, sat back on the chair, looked at Lin Du who was sitting on the edge of the bed, took the milk from her, "What's wrong, Mom?"

Lindu often reminded her to drink milk, but rarely came to her.