Chapter 8 Maple Leaf

Qiu Tingxu was like a stalker. After Xu Yansheng left the office, he shamelessly followed him.

Instead of following quietly behind, I tried to walk side by side.

He did not take the initiative to disturb Xu Yansheng, as if he was just walking beside him.

Little did they know that their dressing styles were similar, and Xu Yansheng liked to keep his head slightly lowered, just looking at the road under his feet.

The black hair slid from behind the shoulders to the chest, blocking the clear jawline on the side of the face.

Becoming androgynous.

To uninformed passers-by, this is a handsome couple with the girl being taller than the boy.

It's just that this pretty girl's chest is a bit flat.

The walk from the office to the playground is the quietest walk Qiu Tingxu has walked since he entered the book.

Only the voices of people passing by can be vaguely heard, and any voice in one's heart has disappeared.

For him, who had inherited the original owner's memories, this was hard-earned.

After crossing the playground, there is a maple forest with several long wooden chairs hidden in the trees.

Xu Yansheng completely ignored him and found a bench to sit down.

He was carrying a black, thin shoulder bag that didn't hold much stuff.

Qiu Tingxu watched him take out a book from his bag and start reading it.

He touched the tip of his nose, wondering how he, who was so outgoing, could suddenly strike up a conversation without knowing how...

He also knew why Xu Yansheng didn't go home directly. There was a class meeting organized by the class assistant at six o'clock in the evening, which was for students in the class to get to know each other.

Although Xu Yansheng doesn't talk much to others, he seems to be very concerned about the school's arrangements.

He just follows the rules.

Apart from being difficult to approach, he is a completely good student.

Qiu Tingxu pondered and estimated the distance, and began to move away from the figure who was reading with his back to him.

One meter, two meters...five meters.

The voices of passers-by began to become faintly visible.

The farther the distance, the more obvious the voices of passers-by are, and after ten meters, the shielding effect completely disappears.

He stopped about eleven or twelve meters away, scratched his loose hair, and came to a conclusion in his mind.

There is a shielding effect within ten meters and complete shielding within five meters.

"Hiss, this distance is a bit close. Will going to the toilet be ineffective from now on?"

Qiu Tingxu began to talk to himself again, confusing passers-by, who looked at him again and again.

[Oh my god, handsome guy!] 】

[It’s just that this handsome guy seems to be a bit mentally ill and likes to talk to himself. 】

Qiu Tingxu's forehead jumped, and he ignored the strange gazes of passers-by, and walked back step by step along the route away from Xu Yansheng.

[Didn’t he just walk over there?] Why did you go back again? 】

【really……】

This time, I got closer and felt the noise that shouldn't have existed in the world fade away little by little.

He sat down next to Xu Yansheng, keeping a distance between them that was neither too far nor too close, leaning back in the chair and looking up at the golden maple leaves swaying on the branches.

"Xu Yansheng, it's really quiet around you."

Xu Yansheng turned a deaf ear and continued reading.

Five minutes later, a maple leaf slowly fell down and landed in Qiu Tingxu's deliberately open palm.

He pinched the petiole, turned it twice, and said with a smile: "Why don't you turn the page?"

Xu Yansheng realized it later and his hand holding the book tightened a little unconsciously, but he didn't listen to him turning the pages.

He took out the pen from the book cover, took out a piece of A4 white paper from his schoolbag, and wrote a few words slowly.

Then he handed it to Qiu Tingxu without even looking at him.

——Do you know me?

His handwriting is beautiful, vigorous and powerful, like a swimming dragon.

Unlike him, he is cold and depressed, as if he has no energy.

Qiu Tingxu couldn't help laughing and thought he was very cute.

It was obviously inappropriate to describe an adult male as cute, but he couldn't think of any other adjective.

He also took out a gel pen and took the paper from Xu Yansheng's hand.

Xu Yansheng loosened his fingers as if frightened, letting the paper fall into his hands, and then returned it to him after the words were written on it.

——I just met you, my name is Qiu Tingxu.

Xu Yansheng obviously didn't understand what he was planning. He clenched the pen in his hand and almost tore the thin piece of paper.

--so what? Why are you following me? Don’t imitate me when it comes to speaking.

Qiu Tingxu listened to what he was told and stopped writing. Instead, he turned his head to look at him, but he couldn't meet Xu Yansheng's gaze no matter what.

Xu Yansheng was avoiding his sight.

He pursed his lips, not intending to continue to exude his presence, gently placed the beautiful maple leaf in his hand on the open book, and stood up.

"Because my world is noisy, and your side is quiet."

He never intended to hide it from Xu Yansheng, he was approaching him with a purpose.

If one cheats, will this person fall into a deeper abyss in the future?

He seemed really afraid of establishing any unnecessary connections with this world.

Qiu Tingxu took two steps back and said in a gentle voice: "Xu Yansheng, I'm really glad to meet you today. I hope you won't be bothered by my presence. Goodbye."

He knew he wouldn't get any feedback from Xu Yansheng, but he didn't care as there was still time.

He will definitely achieve his goal and will definitely prevent Xu Yansheng's death.

The sound of stepping on the maple leaves is somewhat crisp. The poor maple leaves are broken into pieces and will turn into dust with the rain and become spring mud next year.

Only the maple leaves placed in the book will become gorgeous bookmarks and disturb someone's heartstrings.

Xu Yansheng turned his head slightly to look at the pair of feet that were moving further and further away. The mark seemed to have stepped on his heart, causing ripples in the stagnant water that had been silent for a long time.

The A4 paper is no longer pure white, but clearly black and white, with the two notes standing out clearly.

The bold, black and stylish handwriting belongs to Xu Yansheng.

The soft and slightly thin font is Qiu Tingxu's.

He folded the paper in half, making sure all four sides were even without any extra edge.

All the writing was hidden inside.

There was a trash can not far from the bench, so this piece of paper was obviously trash to him.

But he didn't throw it away. Instead, he put it together with the maple leaf and put it in the book.

Those boring words and sentences welcomed a strange visitor at this moment, who enthusiastically pulled them away and imprisoned them in the golden house, and it was unknown when they would see the light of day again.

People passing by were curious about his back, their eyes fixed on his slender shoulders and black hair, and they were reluctant to turn away for a long time.

But no one has ever dared to take the step to initiate a conversation.

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