Chapter Nine, Stars in the Sky, Grass in the Mud (01)

Liang Fu donned this outfit and meticulously applied her makeup. Her features are rather striking, so she often uses Acqua di Parma's Calabria bergamot perfume to achieve balance, with Virginia cedar and vetiver as the base notes, blending the sweetness of citrus with the greenery, alluring yet not vulgar

In a large classroom of the first teaching building, many departments attended the class together. She looked through the window, observing each student, and noticed Fu Yucheng sitting in the second-to-last row. Contrary to her image of a good student, he was not sitting upright and did not seem to be paying much attention; with his head lowered, he appeared to be reading his own book, likely because the class was indeed somewhat boring.

A few days ago, Liang Fu accompanied Zhou Tan for shopping and specifically bought a new dress

Fu Yucheng crouched down to count, there were approximately ten or so sticks left in the basket

Liang Fu dialed the phone, feeling a bit anxious. This was her first time making a call. She felt that making a phone call held a different significance; she was more afraid of not knowing what to say and also worried about the potential awkwardness.

Knowing that there was no escape, Liang Fu sighed and said, "Please wait a moment, I will make a phone call."

Not like this. She showcased to him a signature style that she had specifically practiced, characterized by a dynamic and flowing elegance, which could indeed impress at first glance

The next meeting will be in mid-December, after the training in the group has concluded. Liang Fu will go to the school to deliver items to Liang An Dao.

Liang Fu is somewhat wary of Zhang Pingyu, a renowned private entrepreneur. Although Ms. Zhang appears easygoing on the surface, she is, in fact, as tough as steel behind the scenes. When she has made up her mind about something, no amount of coaxing or tantrums will change it

Liang Fu replied generously: "Good teacher!"

Fang Qingqu's family background is undoubtedly impressive, and he himself is quite distinguished in appearance. Although he is currently still at the grassroots level, his future prospects are limitless. The most crucial aspect is that he has grown up alongside Liang Fu, which has established a solid emotional foundation between them

Do you think I care about your life or death? I am worried about my mother

Fang Qingqu resides in the hospital arranged by the unit, showing no signs of being a patient at all, lying in bed like an old man waiting for food to be served. As soon as Liang Fu arrives, he immediately starts instructing her to peel fruit.

Fu Yucheng's bony fingers grasped the pen, as he moved it across the paper with fluid strokes, executing dots, slants, horizontals, and horizontal slants, as well as vertical hooks and horizontals

The call was quickly connected, and Fu Yucheng said softly, "Hello"

The nearby shops had already put up Christmas decorations a month ago, and as the date approaches, the atmosphere becomes increasingly festive. With another wave of cold air, Chongcheng is gradually feeling the reality of winter's arrival. In the dormitory, everyone has become someone who struggles to get out of bed, and on days with early classes, many are late.

While executing a task, I jumped down from a platform during the pursuit of a criminal and broke my arm

What is there to show off? If you don't have it, you don't have it. I won't laugh at you.

Fu Yucheng's voice was calm, "It's nothing, I didn't go to the cinema. Don't worry, there's no need to rush at this moment."

Fang Qingqu glanced over at Zhang Pingyu, who was conversing with Fang's father and mother

His handwriting is beautiful, the three characters "Fu Yucheng" signed on the front page of the notebook are vigorous and free-spirited

Liang Fu calculated the time; after going to the hospital, she should be able to make it to the appointment. She then sent a message to Fu Yucheng, stating that the dinner was canceled and that they would go directly to the movies.

Mother, are you at home

Fang Qingqu had eaten an apple, but then developed other complaints; at one moment, he felt the bed was too low, and at another, he thought the pillow was too high, keeping Liang Fu constantly busy without a moment's rest

Liang Fu had not experienced the feeling of chatting in class for a long time, and it was almost addictive. "I don't know, anyway, I'm just here to get something from you," is an indication that she is too lazy to even come up with an excuse.

After finishing, she handed the pen to Fu Yucheng, her determination evident, yet she looked at him with hesitation and uncertainty

Fu Yucheng took out his wallet from his pocket and said, "I will take it all, you should hurry home."

"The parents of the Fang family are all present, we must go today." The tone leaves no room for discussion

After spending several days together, she had nearly memorized Fu Yucheng's class schedule and knew that he had an elective course tonight. On a whim, she decided to go to the first teaching building to look for him

Fang Qingqu bit down and tilted her head to dodge, laughing as she said, "You still won't humbly accept my advice." While sizing up Liang Fu, she laughed heartily, "No date for Christmas? Struggling so much?"

After finishing the call, he stood up without hesitation and walked out of the cinema

Liang Fuli stood beside Li Wenyao and said softly, "Classmate, please make way."

Jiang Chen has changed from his previous state of being overly passionate, no longer mentioning "Liang Fu" in the dormitory. That night’s declaration of war now seems more like a declaration of surrender. Nowadays, he plays games every day, attends classes, and occasionally goes out for drinks with friends, no longer mentioning anything about being "second in the graduate entrance exam year," resembling any ordinary graduate student.

Having tidied up, I went downstairs, preparing to go out. The sound of Zhang Pingyu came from the bathroom, "Afu?"

Liang Fu reached the limit of her patience and picked up the pillow to throw it.

Fang Qingqu paused for a moment, sizing up Liang Fu, who was clearly dressed up with care, evidently not prepared for a visit to a sickbed. She might truly not have been lying. He chuckled and said, "So what? Didn't you still come to see me?"

The movie has already started, and rushing over now would likely mean missing most of it. Liang Fu was anxious, "Mom, I really have plans with a friend, can we do it another time..."

The restaurant and cinema are not far from the school, so it stands to reason that there was no need to make a fuss. However, on this day, he set out early. Perhaps he underestimated the enthusiasm of couples celebrating the holiday, as there were many people waiting outside the restaurant. Fu Yucheng took a number and sat down in the adjacent café, taking out a book from his backpack to pass the time

The back door was closed, and Liang Fu dismissed the thought of sneaking in, instead boldly walked to the front door and shouted a report

There is an empty space next to Fu Yucheng, but the path to enter is blocked by Li Wenyiao

Fu Yucheng then picked up his pen and replied: "Are you not afraid of Teacher Liang finding out that you came to see me?"

Worried about being late, Liang Fu set out early on purpose

Liang Fu held the pen and signed her name "Liang Fu" after that name, in a crooked and unsteady manner, resembling the handwriting of an elementary school student

Then next time, shall we? On New Year's Day, shall we go to the exhibition together?

Zhang Pingyu held a high regard for Fang Qingqu, firstly because he felt that Fang was diligent in his duties, and secondly, from a pragmatic perspective, this matter would be beneficial for Fang's transfer to the municipal bureau.

Liang Fu flipped through Fu Yucheng's notebook, where each page and line was neatly organized and orderly

The teacher on the podium coughed as a reminder, Liang Fu stuck out her tongue, put down her book, took Fu Yucheng's pen and notebook, and switched to writing a note.

Fu Yucheng did not ask much and simply said "Okay"

It is indeed a completely unremarkable and disappointing film, leaving one feeling drowsy and lethargic after just a glance

Fang Qingqu, next time you can die, but don't even think about letting me see you!

Hearing the whispers, Fu Yucheng raised his head in confusion and saw Liang Fu walking towards her. There were still other students from the law department in the class, all staring in astonishment at this scene. Fu Yucheng's level of surprise was no less than theirs.

After finally finishing the examination, Liang Fu was about to leave when she was caught by Zhang Pingyu. He suggested that since it was a rare opportunity for the parents of the Fang family to gather, they might as well have a meal together.

Fang Qingqu pressed his stomach and laughed, saying: "Oh, oh, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please have some understanding for me, my bones are broken, I lay in the hospital all day, feeling utterly drained. Next time you have any headaches or fevers, just give me a call, and I will definitely be at your service, alright, Afu?"

Good

Fu Yucheng purchased the tickets and sent the time information to Liang Fu

The circle of flower baskets and fruit baskets in the ward were all brought by colleagues from their unit during the daytime visits.

It is indeed drizzling outside, not heavily, and the streets are adorned with colorful lights. The raindrops glisten under the illumination of the lights

Cancel it, I just received a call from your uncle, Qing Qu has been injured

The girl's eyes sparkled, "Thank you, brother! You are truly a good person!"

"You are my father's student, isn't it only natural for me to seek you out?" Liang Fu rested her chin on her hand, continuing to write with one hand while pinching her pen, "Fu Yucheng, are you going to watch a movie on Christmas?"

Fu Yucheng was about to burst into laughter, and in a lowered voice, he asked her: "What brings you here?"

Those who have danced since childhood tend to have thicker legs, as otherwise their muscle strength would be insufficient to support the intense demands of stage performances. Consequently, Liang Fu does not favor wearing pants, and her wardrobe is predominantly filled with long skirts. Her new outfit is a dress, tailored to fit perfectly, accentuating her waist, which is barely the size of a hand's grip. It is made of cashmere fabric, and in winter, wearing a coat over it and wrapping a scarf will not make her feel cold.

What do you want me to get for you

Do you think everyone is as unpleasant as you, a stinky fish and rotten shrimp? I tell you, this time it is indeed true

Then you should not eat! Liang Fu said as she was about to snatch it.

Zhang Pingyu walked out of the restroom, "Where are you going?"

Fang Qingqu was howling. Liang Fu was startled and hurriedly asked, "Did it hit your arm?" Seeing that Fang Qingqu had his head buried in the quilt and remained silent for a while, she reached out to turn his head, only to discover that he was trying to stifle his laughter.

She turned to a blank page and wrote: "If I had sat at the same desk as you while studying, Old Liang wouldn't have such a headache."

Liang Fu stood the book upright and whispered, "Come to deliver something to my dad and conveniently pick up a few things from you."

At the intersection, I was approached by a little girl who was persistent. Her basket was filled with roses, the plastic wrapping soaked with rainwater, and I couldn't tell how long she had been selling them in the rain. The packaging of those roses was quite simple, and she was situated in a rather upscale pedestrian street, which naturally resulted in poor sales.

In a large class of hundreds of students, it is impossible for the teacher to recognize each one individually. Glancing at her, the teacher assumed she was just another indifferent student and frowned, saying, "Classmate, please come earlier next time." The class was already nearly halfway through.

Wrapped in the cold wind of the rain, her face was frozen red, and she could hardly speak fluently. "Sir, would you like to buy a flower?" It seemed that she had no other options left and had targeted him, a solitary passerby.

"Are you being unreasonable? Uncle Fang and the others are not busier than you young people, are they? You go ahead and speak first, or should I take my turn?"

Ten ... ... eight pieces

Liang Fu could not have imagined so much; she merely felt that Fang Qingqu's opportunistic exploitation of her was utterly despicable. After she had finished peeling the apple and handed it to him, he complained that her peeling was not uniform or aesthetically pleasing enough

Miss Liang does not always dress in a glamorous manner in private; there are times when she pairs a toggle coat with a plain long skirt, exuding a distinctly student-like vibe

How much is one?

Zhang Pingyu observed Liang Fu and Fang Qingqu, and naturally had her own understanding in her heart. Since the last time she had a back-and-forth exchange of verbal sparring with the head of the Fang family, she felt that the matter became increasingly secure the more she thought about it

Fu Yucheng, holding a dozen individually wrapped roses, turned a corner and threw the flowers along with two movie ticket stubs into a trash bin by the street

Liang Fujing sat down directly beside Fu Yucheng, took the textbook spread out on the table, and asked with great seriousness: "Have we reached this page?"

A romantic movie was released during Christmas; judging by its theme and cast, it is clearly a bad film. However, it is hard to find one that fits the holiday's clichéd atmosphere better than this one

I went out to dinner with friends

It is better not to mention it; once it is brought up, Liang Fu feels angry, "How dare you ask? You have already messed it up."

Liang Fu was taken aback for a moment, "How did you get injured?"

When the phone rang, Fu Yucheng was dozing off

Fu Yucheng, it is I... Liang Fu was a bit flustered and incoherent, "... I'm sorry, my friend was injured, and I came here with my mother to visit today, I really can't get away... Have you already gone to the cinema? If not, you should head back early. I saw the weather forecast that it seems it will rain later tonight... I'm sorry... Can we arrange to meet again next time?"

Li Wenyao had a look as if he had seen a ghost

the character 'good'

Liang Fu, unwilling to give up, asked, "... ... Do we really have to go today?"

Fu Yucheng asked softly: "You went out to sign autographs for the fans, and you signed like this?"