The time lasted until the afternoon, but there was still no sign of Li Sijia. Chu Tingting and Song Ying panicked and quickly reported it to the class teacher. The bald old man did not dare to treat this as a trivial matter and reported it to the school.
This was not the first time that a missing student had happened to the school, so I called Li Sijia’s parents very experiencedly. That afternoon, Li Sijia’s parents came after a long journey.
While Li Sijia's parents were negotiating with the school, Chu Tingting suddenly received a letter from the school concierge. Judging by the time, this letter was mailed in the morning. Because it was mailed in the same city, it arrived in half a day.
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Chu Tingting recognized it at a glance. The handwriting on it was Li Sijia's. She didn't dare to read it alone, so she hurriedly ran to the school office with Song Ying and me, and opened it together in front of Li Sijia's parents.
The letter is very short and the handwriting appears to be very hurried. It was obviously written in a hurry.[
Chu Tingting, Song Ying, parents:
I left to find my own happiness!
There was only this sentence, not even a signature. But Li Sijia's parents still recognized it. This was indeed Li Sijia's handwriting. Now everyone was silent.
The school took the opportunity, and the director of the Education Department shouted loudly: "You see, you see, your daughter ran away on her own and has nothing to do with our school! Hey, you still want to take the opportunity to blackmail us. Don't look at you.
What kind of character is my daughter? She thought she was the girlfriend of a murderer... oh..."
The director's eye was hit by a punch from Li Sijia's father, and he screamed and squatted on the ground.
"Our daughter, it's not your turn to tell her what to do." Li Sijia's father was not tall, but he stood there with an aura that would never tolerate infringement.
Song Ying, Chu Tingting and I followed Li Sijia's parents out of the school and stood under the willow tree with only branches left at the door.
"Are you Song Ying, Chu Tingting, and Zhou Ming?" Li Sijia's father asked us. Li Sijia's mother stood aside, crying non-stop, her eyes as red and swollen as peaches.
"Yes." We nodded together.
"On the letterhead of Li Sijia's letter, your names are ranked higher than mine and her mother's, which is enough to prove your status in her heart."