I sat down alone by the small lake behind the cafeteria. Spring goes and summer comes, the willows are green and the scenery is pleasant, but she has no intention of appreciating it.
It was still early, and Wang Donglin might still be sleeping at home now, so she didn't want to go back at all.
Intuition, Wang Donglin came back this time because he was not kind to come - because he never got drunk before. Before, he had never been as rough as last night.
What's the reason to talk about with a drunk?
I took out the book and couldn't read anything, so I had to walk around the school aimlessly.
I finally waited until the afternoon, but I still carried my schoolbag and prepared to go back.
This day, I was in a surprisingly bad mood and listless. I don’t know if it was because Wang Donglin had been tossed all night last night or because I remembered those dark and sad past events.
She kicked the small pebbles on the road all the way, and a small pebbles flew into the small lake with a thud, and suddenly sparkled, shattering the weeping willows in the reflection.
"Slightly..."
She raised her head, unable to believe it, and for a moment, her breathing almost suffocated.
Huang Xiaojue stood opposite, with a distance of less than two meters between them.
She subconsciously rubbed her eyes, and it seemed like a dream.
Huang Xiaojue also stared at her tightly. He saw her far away. She still had fluffy hair, only a wide jeans and T-shirt, her hair covered half of her face, and she could not see any beauty at all.
He suddenly remembered the autumn many years ago, and he was also here. He saw the girl in jeans kicking the small stone into the lake with such a heart-wrenching kick.
He will never forget the moment when she raised her head, her hair was blown away by the wind, revealing a pair of incredibly bright big eyes.
As if it was reappearing yesterday, his breath suddenly became rapid, he strode forward and grabbed her hand.
Her hands were cold and there was no temperature.
Yan Xixi stuttered: "Xiaojue...Xiaojue...Why is it you..."
He let out a long sigh, his voice unconcealed excitement: "Quickly... I've inquired for a long time, and it turns out that you're back to school and studying..."
I searched countless streets and asked countless people. It turned out that she went in and out of places he was most familiar with but could not even think of.
"I...was Wang Donglin who helped me find a relationship..."
Huang Xiaojue let go of her hand dejectedly, took a step back awkwardly, and a hint of incredible shock and anger floated across his eyes. But the anger was soon weak and his voice trembled slightly: "Xiaoxi... are you okay?"
"I...I'm fine..."
Yan Xixi didn't notice that her voice was shaking slightly, and she had no place to put her hands and feet. After a while, she stuttered: "You... Xiaojue, where are you? How are you?"
"I'm fine, too..."
"How are your family?"
"It's good at home."
The air seems to have been solidified, and the dialogue is redundant and cumbersome, meaningless.
However, apart from that, the two of them had no more topics to continue. They both lowered their heads and looked at each other's shoes.
After a while, Huang Xiaojue raised his head and whispered: "I'm leaving."
"I...it's time for me to leave, too."
She walked away with big strides, panic, walked out a few steps and staggered, and almost fell down, but she only stabilized her body and did not dare to turn her head back and ran away.
Huang Xiaojue kept watching her back disappear. In front of her, the sunset had already set, and it was reflected in the lake like blood.