Chapter 171: Going to School to Watch the Sunrise

Chapter 171: Going to School to Watch the Sunrise

When Xu Xiangbai received Fu Yanjing's call, he thought he had been possessed.

"Watching the sunrise? You're crazy, I'm crazy. We're worlds apart."

It was rare to hear Xu Xiangbai's voice on the other end of the phone, which wasn't the decadent, noisy sound coming from a glamorous nightclub.

While cursing Fu Yanjing for being crazy, the young master had already opened Ctrip himself, saying, "Wait here, let me check the tickets."

Fu Yanjing stood downstairs in the building where Wen Jinye was no longer a figure, in the silent night, feeling an indescribable emptiness.

He lowered his head, lit a cigarette against the wind, and the flickering orange flame perfectly reflected the weariness in his eyes.

The metal lighter clicked shut, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick and hoarse: "I'm in Jiangbei."

Xu Xiangbai remained nonchalant, "Flash? Interesting. I'm heading to Hong Kong City now."

Fu Yanjing suddenly regretted making that call.

Why not just call Zhou Jichen? Why insist on calling the most inhuman person?

During the few seconds he was silent, he could already hear the sound of someone putting on a coat on the other end of the phone.

Xu Xiangbai returned to the waves, but he wasn't a real machine.

Perhaps sensing Fu Yanjing's unusual emotions through the electric current, he put away his unreliable and cynical demeanor, hooked his car key, and said, "Where do we go? As long as you don't jump into the sea, I'll accompany you even if it costs me my life."

After all, Fu Yanjing rarely does anything irrational out of a momentary impulse.

Watching the sunrise.

What a romantic existence.

The word "romance" is completely incompatible with someone as emotionally detached as Fu Yanjing.

He heard Fu Yanjing say an address that was completely unexpected: "Jiangbei No.1 Middle School".

She paused in her steps as she was leaving. "Brother Jing, what's gotten into you? Why are you suddenly going through that nostalgia phase?"

He often lamented the carefree days of his youth, when he didn't yet have the pressure of managing billions of assets.

Fu Yanjing always felt it was sour, and never responded with a word.

"Honestly, you don't have any deep memories of high school, you don't remember anything, so how can you reminisce about your youth..." Xu Xiangbai used a rough but reasonable analogy, "It's as awkward as a eunuch visiting a brothel, you have nothing there."

He would usually receive greetings from Fu Yanjing at this time.

for example:

"Xu Xiangbai, you should wash your pig brain."

Surprisingly, Fu Yanjing didn't say anything on the other end.

Just as the car started its engine, Xu Xiangbai heard Fu Yanjing's low sigh and reply:

"You're right. I have no recollection of it at all."

The conversation was disjointed and incoherent.

But Xu Xiangbai understood in an instant.

"I don't even know when she appeared."

Xu Xiangbai felt like he had missed a sequel to a TV series.

What exactly did he miss?

Before Fu Yanjing returned to Hong Kong, didn't he casually say that reporter Wen was just a passing cloud, and that after a while, she would be nothing more than that?

Now, so distraught, they frantically search for any trace of their time together under the same sky in high school.

It seems she hasn't let go.

They didn't let go.

*

There's no one at school on weekends.

The security guard on night shift is still the same old man from back then.

One look at Xu Xiangbai's young master demeanor and you could immediately recognize the eccentric rich kid from back then without even thinking.

He was particularly impressed by Fu Yanjing, who was standing next to him.

Therefore, getting into the school to watch the sunrise went more smoothly than I had imagined.

There's no need to climb over walls in the middle of the night, nor to call school leaders in the middle of the night to complicate small matters.

The bright streetlights illuminated the school, making the night exceptionally bright, blending seamlessly with the veil of moonlight.

Looking at the wall covered with shards of glass, Xu Xiangbai felt a sense of relief, as if he had survived a catastrophe.

He almost acted recklessly, risking his life to pay the price for his momentary impulse.

The school hasn't changed much in the past few years; it's still the same familiar formula and flavor.

The chalk writing on the blackboard that hadn't been erased was mostly about assigning weekend homework.

There were also books piled up like a small mountain on the desk.

A school uniform jacket was loosely draped over the back of the chair.

The four teaching buildings of Jiangbei No.1 Middle School are not completely independent; they are connected by a long corridor starting from the second floor.

Xu Xiangbai thought Fu Yanjing wanted to go and see his classroom.

But after he climbed to the fourth floor, he took a step and walked down the corridor to the back.

I stood at the door of Class 14.

Before he could even grasp Fu Yanjing's intention, Xu Xiangbai, as if his DNA had been activated, instinctively spoke:

"Isn't this An Yu's previous class?"

Noticing Fu Yanjing's scrutinizing gaze, he coughed awkwardly and tried to cover it up, saying, "I didn't investigate her. I was just surprised to find out we went to the same school, so I just let it happen naturally."

The unnatural tone gave off a feeling of trying too hard to hide something.

It's like seeing a ghost.

But Fu Yanjing didn't seem to notice the awkwardness in his words, and just stood there blankly at the door of Class 14's classroom for a long time.

Then I stepped inside.

The classroom was dimly lit.

He stood in front of the glass, quietly looking ahead.

The teaching building directly opposite the other side of the glass is the one where they used to be.

Xu Xiangbai followed his gaze and looked over.

Some pleasant surprises:

"Hey, standing here, you can see the corridor right across from our old classroom."

He knew that corridor all too well. On sunny winter days, he often stood there chatting with Fu Yanjing and Zhou Jichen, always attracting the attention of a group of girls.

Fu Yanjing used to like to lean against the railing and bask in the sun.

Xu Xiangbai gestured in that direction, afraid that Fu Yanjing wouldn't remember. "Do you remember? It's that railing. Every time I saw you basking in the sun so comfortably, your skin looked so translucent and divine in the light. It was so classy, ​​and it made me want to learn from you."

"I only tried it once, and damn it, a bird flew right over and landed on my face. Zhou Jichen, that repressed pervert, made fun of me for a week."

They say he's a perfectly good loser who doesn't know how to behave, but insists on imitating others.

Now, when Xu Xiangbai thinks about it, he is filled with righteous indignation, feeling both angry and amused.

But Fu Yanjing did not laugh.

Song stared blankly at that spot, lost in thought.

His dark eyes seemed to mist over, as if veiled by fog, and he suddenly asked a question out of the blue:

"Is it that obvious when you look from the opposite corridor?"

Xu Xiangbai thought for a couple of seconds and said, "Probably. I hadn't really looked this way before."

If he had really looked this way back then, he would have signed with An Yu right after graduation.

I need to properly teach her what the self-cultivation of a female celebrity is all about.

Otherwise, things wouldn't have come to this point, with such a pretty face, that she can't even sign her name clearly.

Xu Xiangbai shrugged. "Besides, you're leaning against the railing, who cares?"

Who cares?

Why didn't you pay attention?

Fu Yanjing's dark and gloomy eyes suddenly cleared, and a hint of mockery flashed across them.

Coming to Jiangbei No.1 Middle School was an impulsive decision for him.

He desperately wanted to awaken his memories and find the little things he had seen in the past, the things that Wen Jin also liked about him.

To find any trace of the past that Wen Jin might have left in his heart.

But then he came.

But he found nothing.

Wen Jinye's figure could be any blurry, replaceable phantom.

He never paid attention.