Chapter 92: The Breath of Summer: The Wish of the Paper Airplane
Su Ziyue could not remember how she spent those sad days. She only knew that when she woke up again, it was the next morning, and the bright sunshine illuminated the whole room through the thin window screen.
As usual, she habitually looked at the ceiling with the portrait of Ling Yiyun and gave him her first smile in the morning.
But the smile that was floating at the corner of his mouth suddenly froze, and slowly evolved into a self-deprecating and sad smile.
It turns out that everything has changed, everything has changed.
Some people and events can be forgotten quickly, but some may be remembered in their hearts for the rest of their lives.
From now on, I have to get used to life without you and be stronger.
Su Ziyue thought like this in her heart, but why did there still be warm and bitter liquid falling down her eyes, and her heart still ached.
After all, that ignorant feeling has been hidden in my heart for five years. It may have taken root and sprouted, but it withered before it had time to grow. The only thing left is probably the faint fragrance trapped in my heart.
Today is the last day of summer vacation. Tomorrow I will go to the school that I once eagerly looked forward to, but now I don’t feel anything at all, and I feel rejected.
Su Ziyue was leaning on the desk in front of the window, looking boredly at the passers-by, kittens, and wild dogs passing by on the path outside the courtyard.
The breath of summer is gradually fading away, and the sleepy cicadas only come out to call out a few times.
But the weather is still relatively sultry, and there is only a smell of tar mixed with the scorching sun from time to time.
Su Ziyue tore off a piece of paper filled with English words at random, and folded the paper airplane with her slender and dexterous fingers.
After folding it, he put it to his mouth, blew on it, and threw it out the window with all his strength.
She put her hands between her cheeks and looked along the path of the paper airplane.
May you take my wishes to the sky and pass them on to him
The paper plane flew for a while and then hit a tree trunk, then fell to the ground.
Su Ziyue blinked in disappointment, sighed helplessly, then stood up and closed the curtains, then threw herself on the soft big bed...
But Su Ziyue didn't know that the paper plane had not been trampled by passers-by. She saw a tall boy slowly walking out from behind the huge tree trunk, bending down slightly, and picked up the paper airplane with his long white fingers.
Paper airplane, take it apart
The golden sunlight penetrated the layers of leaves and cast mottled light and shadow on the young man's body, making his skin whiter and whiter.
I saw "lyy" written all over the paper, and the boy's handsome mouth curved into a smile.
"Ling Yiyun!" Just listen to his long voice, it is so pleasant, charming, and makes people feel deeply comfortable and comfortable
I saw him throwing the paper into the air, standing upright, looking at the window where Su Ziyue had closed the curtains, a meaningful smile appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the smile was evil and cold
He put his hands in his pockets and turned away gracefully, his amber hair fluttering in the cool breeze.
He casually lifted his hair from his forehead, revealing his cold and narrow phoenix eyes.
"Su Ziyue, do you know that I am always behind you?"
I saw the young man looking up at the sky, with a hint of sadness flashing in his bright eyes, and then walked forward with elegant steps.
The piece of paper filled with Latin letters drifted lonely in the breeze to the distance, into the unknown distance, continuing to explore the journey of my own life...