My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 53 Articles Have Value
After getting off the bus, the two naturally took hands and intertwined their fingers, as if they were trying to make up for what they had missed yesterday.

When passing by the back street of a nearby university, Zhou Heming stopped.

"This is the cake shop."

He pointed to a very down-to-earth cake shop that sells egg tarts, pineapple buns, and steamed cakes, where many elementary school students come to buy breakfast in the morning.

These kinds of cake shops existed when Zhou Heming was a child, and most of them had been open for more than ten or twenty years. They were not as fashionable as the new, exquisite, and artistic cake shops of today, but they were the source of many people's first birthday cake.

Zhou Heming has never had his own birthday cake since he was a child.

When I was a child, my parents didn't buy it because they thought it would make me gain weight and get cavities.

Later, the two often went on business trips and missed his birthday.

In the end, Zhou Heming himself didn't care much.

He wasn't interested in cakes.

The reason they chose this shop was because when they passed by before, Cheng Shuangjiang's gaze would always seem to drift towards the small cakes in the shop window.

Zhou Heming, who was already familiar with the girl, knew that she wanted to try it but didn't want to say it directly.

However, when they arrived, the cake shop was almost closing time. The college student employees working there had already taken down the signboard and were preparing to close the glass door.

"and many more."

Zhou Heming immediately led Cheng Shuangjiang into the store.

"We've already finished get off work."

The college student shop assistant was a girl with a ponytail. Her gaze involuntarily fell on Cheng Shuangjiang, and then she looked at the two holding hands.

"Excuse me, it'll only take a moment. I'd like to buy this cake."

Zhou Heming pointed to the small cake with frosting and chocolate in the display window; this should be the last one left today.

"We're so sorry to trouble you. We rushed over right after class."

Cheng Shuangjiang displayed the sincere plea of ​​an impeccably beautiful young woman, causing the college student shop assistant to stop tidying up and focus her gaze on Cheng Shuangjiang's right hand.

"Anyway, if we can't sell them, we'll just get rid of them. Ten yuan, please."

The original price of this cake was fifteen.

"Thank you!"

Cheng Shuangjiang happily paid and accepted the cake, which was packaged and handed to her by the college student shop assistant.

Watching the young couple in their high school uniforms skip away carrying the cake, the college student shop assistant smiled, shook his head with a hint of helplessness, and pulled the outermost roller shutter closed.

Back at Zhou Heming's house, the two put down their schoolbags and placed the cake in the center of the dining table.

Using the included plastic knife, Zhou Heming cut it in half and handed the half that looked tastier to the girl opposite him.

"Thank you, Ahe~"

She smiled and took the fork, but just as she was about to eat, she suddenly stopped.

"Speaking of which, Ah He, what did you call me last night?"

"last night?"

Zhou Heming couldn't help but recall their conversation from the previous night, and a sense of embarrassment and shame welled up in his heart. In the midst of this, he remembered what he had said.

"Frost's Descent".

"Is this the first time A-He has addressed me solely by my name?"

The girl's smile was radiant.

"I really like it. Can you call me that from now on?"

"Because I feel, well, I should call you that, because I feel I like you a little more now."

After a moment's thought, Zhou Heming decided to play a straightforward game.

In her presence, I don't need to pretend, hide, or be tactful.

"How much do you like it?"

Cheng Shuangjiang took a light breath and asked with her eyes full of light.

"It's like, if you say you want to eat cake, I'll go and buy you a cake. But if you say you don't want to eat it anymore, I'll immediately throw it away. That's the level of liking."

Looking at the cake, Zhou Heming thought of a metaphor that appeared in the novel.

"My liking is like this: even if I don't want to eat cake right now, I'll put it in the refrigerator and find time to eat it with A-He. That's the level of liking."

The girl smiled in response.

"Actually, I thought about it for a long time last night."

Looking at Cheng Shuangjiang's face full of happiness, Zhou Heming said with a little shyness.

"What did you think?"

Cheng Shuangjiang asked with great interest.

She knew that since Zhou Heming was bringing it up now, it couldn't be anything heavy.

"I think I still have some advantages over my 35-year-old self."

Zhou Heming said in a low voice, somewhat embarrassed.

"uh-huh?"

"For example, well, I'm younger than him."

Upon hearing his words, Cheng Shuangjiang was stunned for a moment. After a while, she thought about it seriously. She, the aloof school beauty of Jiangcheng Middle School, couldn't help but slam her fist on the table and let out a soft chuckle.

"Ah He, I really, really love you~"

Then, she confessed her feelings in this way.

Looking into those clear eyes, Zhou Heming saw his eighteen-year-old self and could only use a spoon to scoop up a piece of cake to hide his wavering.

He used to think that eating cake together was a somewhat pointless ritual.

Now, he feels that having people to eat cake with is more important than having the cake itself.

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Wednesday.

After having dinner with Cheng Shuangjiang in the cafeteria, Zhou Heming said goodbye to the girl and went to the Chinese language group's office.

Today is the first day that Cheng Lingjun is tutoring him.

"Hello, Teacher Cheng."

Zhou Heming greeted them at the door of the Chinese Language Group office.

Cheng Lingjun was the only one in the office; the other teachers had all gone to check on the evening self-study sessions. In the room under the cover of night, books and materials were piled up, and the computer was humming, creating a subtle sense of silence.

"sit."

Cheng Lingjun asked Zhou Heming to sit at his table, and then took out a stack of documents from beside him.

"These are study materials for the targeted exam that I got through a friend. Take them home and study them carefully, and practice the questions."

Zhou Heming took the materials and flipped through them, finding that they were similar to the ten or even nine points Lu Bai had given him, and only the part on general knowledge of literature and art.

"Teacher Cheng, actually, I also have a similar set of review materials."

After thinking about it, he decided not to hide it from his uncle and took out Feng Yu's review materials from his schoolbag.

Cheng Lingjun flipped through the pages, remained silent for a long time, and then asked a question.

"Where did you get it?"

"The one Lu Bai gave it to was that art student in the humanities class."

"Ok?"

Cheng Lingjun raised an eyebrow.

He naturally knew Lu Bai, but how could that pretty girl know Zhou Heming?
It's not good for teenage boys to be surrounded by too many pretty girls.

Of course, this excludes the Frost's Descent solar term.

"Shuangjiang asked her to do it because she gave Lu Bai some piano lessons, so, well, is this a way of giving back?"

Zhou Heming immediately explained.

A piano?

Cheng Lingjun repeated the word, then looked at Zhou Heming.

"By the way, this weekend is Shuangjiang's birthday, you should know that, right? Have you made any preparations?"

"Ah."

Zhou Heming nodded. He had not only made preparations, but had actually been planning this for a long time.

"That's good. I won't bother you that day. It should be Frost's Descent. I'm really looking forward to that day."

Cheng Lingjun nodded and took out his phone.

"Please add me on WeChat."

"Oh."

Zhou Heming took out his phone and suddenly paused.

"Teacher Cheng, are you trying to entrap me and confiscate my phone?"

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"I was just making a joke to lighten the mood."

It can only be said that the courage training was remarkably effective; Zhou Heming even dared to joke with Cheng Lingjun.

After the two added each other on WeChat, Cheng Lingjun transferred 1,000 yuan to Zhou Heming.

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The boy looked up at the head of the Chinese language group.

“You should eat well that day and buy her something nice. I usually try to give her money, but she always refuses. She’s too stubborn.”

Cheng Lingjun explained.

".OK."

Zhou Heming silently accepted the money.

At this point, Cheng Lingjun was a little slow to realize what was happening.

"Wait, what did you just call her?"

"Frostfall."

Does she know you call her that?

"She told me to call her that."

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Cheng Lingjun hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

I can only sigh that my niece gave away her prize too quickly.

For the past seventeen years, she had never let any boys get close to her. Why did she suddenly become so devoted to Zhou Heming?
However, Cheng Lingjun glanced at Zhou Heming.

This student is indeed a promising talent.

That's why he's willing to give his all and guide him onto the right path.

"Zhou Heming, before we officially begin, I want to give you a piece of advice. This is a very famous saying in the screenwriting circle. Since you are taking the exam for playwriting, I hope you will take it as a warning."

"Please speak, Teacher Cheng."

"Articles have value."

Cheng Lingjun paused, looked at Zhou Heming's thoughtful expression, and continued speaking.

"This is a line from 'The Thirteen Heroes of the South China Sea'. If you haven't seen it, you can watch it when you have time. It's a movie about screenwriters."

"This means that an excellent article will have its own value. As time goes by, the things that people have worked hard for all their lives will become fleeting clouds, but a good script can withstand the test of time and still shine with its own brilliance."

Zhou Heming remained silent.

This has been the lifelong pursuit of scholars and writers since ancient times.

"Of course, I won't ask you to write some world-famous, household-name, immortal masterpiece. I just hope you can remember your answer to me on Monday and write words that you can be proud of."

Cheng Lingjun said in a deep voice.

“I have some classmates and students who were once very outstanding people, talented and gifted, but they either succumbed to interests and desires or entered into nihilism, living in a daze and forgetting their original aspirations.”

"I hope you don't become that kind of person. I hope you can be yourself, not for others, not for me, not even for the Frost's Descent, but only for yourself, so that your writing has value."

Zhou Heming looked at Cheng Lingjun.

He knew that Cheng Lingjun was not speaking to him as Cheng Shuangjiang's uncle, but as a teacher.

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, teaches skills, and resolves doubts.

Cheng Lingjun was spreading his "Dao".

"Teacher Cheng, I will remember this."

Therefore, Zhou Heming nodded solemnly.

"If you ever disobey me in the future, then you will, then you will..."

Cheng Lingjun thought for a moment and then sighed.

"Don't say that I taught you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heming suddenly felt that Cheng Lingjun and Cheng Shuangjiang seemed to have similar temperaments. Could it be said that birds of a feather flock together?
"Okay, let me explain the question types to you."

Cheng Lingjun waved his hand, spread out the documents, and said in a deep voice.

"Ok."

Zhou Heming immediately picked up his pen and looked at the documents.

Outside the window, the continuous sound of a piano created a melody that Zhou Heming seemed to have heard somewhere before.

It wasn't until the evening self-study session ended that he suddenly remembered that the piece of music came from a movie he had watched in music class in junior high school, called "The Chorus".

The title of the piece is "Vois sur ton chemin".

It means, looking towards your journey.

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