Author: March Tangmo

Shao Linfeng is a good-tempered person. This was Liang Chan's first impression of him.

Before he entered the study, he told the nanny to clear out the bedroom with the bathroom on the second floor for Xiaochan, and she would take care of other daily necessities.

He called her Xiaochan, just like his elders.

Aunt Rong was quick with her hands and feet. She put on a four-piece light-colored bed set that a little girl would like. It was brand new. After cleaning, it was stored in the cabinet. After taking it out and shaking it, you can still smell the fragrance of the softener.

"Xiaochan, look at what else you need, and I'll help you prepare it." Aunt Rong went downstairs and kindly called Liang Chan to see the room she would stay in next.

Liang Chan carried all her belongings - a schoolbag containing two sets of clothes - and followed Aunt Rong up to the second floor.

"Mr. went out to collect news some time ago. He will stay at home recently. He is busy and has irregular schedules. Don't worry about him. If you need anything, just come to me." Aunt Rong's voice was soft, like the spring breeze, falling slowly in Liang Chan's ears.

, "From now on, just treat this place as your home, don't be formal."

"Thank you." Liang Chan whispered softly.

She hugged the schoolbag in her arms tightly, no matter how hard she pretended to be, after all, she was in a completely unfamiliar place and it was fake to not be nervous.

Aunt Rong opened the door and turned sideways to let her go in first.

Directly opposite the door is a balcony, with the windows sealed and the drizzle blocked out. After the rain stopped, only winding water marks were left on the glass. A set of fabric sofas were placed on the balcony, with a

A blanket. The bed sheet and quilt cover are made of beige cotton and linen, solid color, and appear clean, with only some small patterns as embellishments.

Aunt Rong took her to the bathroom. Some daily toiletries were placed on the shelf of the washbasin. She opened the bathroom mirror and found shower gel, shampoo, body lotion, skin care products and the like in the dark compartment behind.

"But what else is missing?" Aunt Rong asked with a smile.

"No shortage." Liang Chan was led around the small world where she would live in the future, and she thanked her again, "Thank you for preparing these for me."

"You're welcome. Stay here with peace of mind and don't think too much, huh?"

Aunt Rong heard their conversation in the living room. The child's life was miserable. Some accident happened at home. Her parents suddenly passed away. Her uncle could not take care of her personally, so he entrusted her to Mr. Shao.

The little girl is beautiful and has a gentle temperament. Anyone who hears about this kind of thing will feel sympathy for her.

"I almost forgot, you are a senior in high school, and there is a desk missing in the room." Aunt Rong said something was missing, and finally remembered, "I will tell my husband later and let him choose a set of desks and chairs.

"

Liang Chan didn't dare to trouble others. She pointed to a small table in the room and said, "I can do my homework there."

"That one won't work. It's too short. Sitting at the desk for a long time is not good for your cervical spine. You are still young, so you need to take good care of it. Otherwise, you will end up like me when you get older. You will suffer from cervical spine pain and low back pain, which will be troublesome to treat."

Aunt Rong pointed at the back of her neck and lower back, her nagging look would not make people feel annoyed, she would only feel the warmth of being cared for.

Liang Chan's eyes were warm. It would be great if her mother was like this.

After saying this, Aunt Rong went down to cook.

Liang Chan was the only one eating dinner, so she asked carefully, "Mr. Shao, don't you want to eat?"

Aunt Rong is used to this: "He is working and doesn't like to be disturbed by others. He said it would interrupt his thoughts and so on. I don't understand it. You eat first. He will call me later when he wants to eat after finishing his work."

Liang Chan buried her head in her meal and stopped asking questions. Adults don't like talkative children.

*

The second semester of the third year of high school started early, and Liang Chan had to go to school in the sixth grade. Liang Chan attended classes for a few days, and took a week off due to family changes, which happened to coincide with the Lantern Festival holiday.

The seventeenth day of the first lunar month is the day to go back to school.

Liang Chan wore a new down jacket and jeans that her uncle bought for her, and carried an empty schoolbag to school.

In the morning, Shao Linfeng didn't wake up. Aunt Rong decided to call the driver for her, but she refused.

After taking the bus to school, Liang Chan slowly walked into the familiar classroom. The desks and chairs were covered with dust. She found a pack of tissues from her schoolbag, lowered her head and wiped it slowly. Her deskmate called her, and she followed

It's like he didn't hear it.

"Liang Chan, my boss is calling you." Lou Xinyue raised her voice.

Liang Chan stopped her mechanical wiping action, turned around and walked out of the back door of the classroom.

The boy at the back table poked Lou Xinyue on the back with a pen. When she turned around, the boy asked in a low voice: "What happened to your deskmate? How come you feel like a different person when you go home?"

Lou Xinyue put up her textbook: "How would I know? She is not always indifferent to others."

Liang Chan knocked on the office door, stood at the door and shouted: "Report."

"Come in." The middle-aged female teacher sitting by the window put down her pen and raised her head to look at the person.

Liang Chan walked to her table, her eyes lowered, her fingers unconsciously pinching the hem of her clothes, and she did not take the initiative to ask the teacher why she was called here.

Zhang Caiqin looked at her and sighed silently in his heart. When he spoke, his voice unconsciously softened a little, losing the harshness of the graduating class teacher in the past: "Your uncle called me before he went abroad."

She paused for a moment, as if she didn't know how to mention that matter: "The teacher knows everything about your family. After such a change, few people can remain unaffected. The teacher doesn't force you, but just hopes that you will think more about it."

Think about your future, and then grit your teeth and persevere. There are still four months until the college entrance examination is completed, and your grades have been very stable. 985 is no problem. It is also possible to sprint to Qingbei. If you get into a good university, your future will be easy.

Some."

My uncle also said similar words before leaving, and Liang Chan felt no emotion at all after hearing this.

Without waiting for her guarantee, Zhang Caiqin could understand: "If you have any difficulties in study and life in the future, you can come to the teacher, and the teacher will do his best to help you solve it."

Liang Chan had some reaction this time and said lightly: "I know."

Seeing that she was willing to speak, Zhang Caiqin felt a little relieved and asked with concern: "Where will you live after your uncle goes abroad? Why don't you apply for accommodation? I will explain the situation to the school and waive the fees for you."

Liang Chan used to be a day student and lived at home. Now her house has been burned down and her relatives are gone.

"Thank you, teacher, no need." Liang Chan whispered, "I'm staying at my uncle's friend's house."

"Is it far from school?"

"good."

Leaving the office, Liang Chan took a breath of the cold winter air in the corridor. The huge stone on her chest kept pressing on her, making her almost out of breath.

Passing by the classroom of Class 3 of Liberal Arts, a roar came, almost piercing Liang Chan's eardrum.

"Liang Chan! Stop!"

Not only did Liang Chan not stop, she walked faster and faster.

In an instant, the girl rushed out of the classroom and stood in front of her. An angry face struck her eyes. She was slapped before she could react.

Her face was hit to one side and her head was buzzing. The first thing she felt was not pain, but overwhelming shame and fear.

Liang Chan didn't resist, and a hint of sweetness oozed from the corner of her mouth.

Hu Beizi pointed at her nose with red eyes and cursed: "You still have the nerve to come to school, why don't you die with your mother? You are the son of a murderer and a mistress! You deserve to die!"

The students in Class 3 all craned their necks to watch the excitement, dumbfounded by her words.

From now on, we will meet at eight o'clock every morning. Eight o'clock in the morning. It's easy to remember, hehe.
Chapter completed!