Chapter 566: Ming Yu Cried After Coming a Thousand Miles to See You (Part 1 and 2)
As soon as the bell rang, Wan Xiutong and Liu Bowen rushed out impatiently to check the list.
At this time, the two were mixed in the crowd, listening to everyone talking about the math test.
"It's difficult! Too difficult!"
"The last three questions were all beyond the syllabus. I'm lucky to have passed them, right?"
"It's said that 80% of the students scored below 70, and only two scored above 130, with Jiang Fuyue being the perfect scorer! If we give her the century-old puzzle, will she get all the answers right?"
"Don't mention it, it's really possible."
"Who wrote this math test? They were so ruthless."
“…”
Wan Xiutong asked Liu Bowen: "How much did you score?"
The latter's face darkened: "...It's very bad, so I won't say it anymore, okay?"
"How much is it? Let me tell you mine first, ahem... 63 points."
Liu Bowen: "Oh, then I'm still taller than you."
"How high?"
"Fifty points."
Wan Xiutong: “…” I suspect you are practicing “Fanxue”!
"It is said that the questions were set by foreign experts this time. They seem to have quite a background."
"Isn't it from our school's teacher? No wonder it's so awesome..."
"When will the exam papers be distributed? Hey, I want to borrow Moon Goddess's perfect exam paper to take a look."
"I also!"
"And me!"
"Line up, line up, count yourselves one by one, I'm 4."
“5.”
“6.”
“…”
At that time, the principal's office.
"Professor Ming, this is Jiang Fuyue's math test paper. Please take a look."
The man was sitting in a wheelchair. He had a thin face and a pale complexion that looked like he hadn't seen the sun for years, but his back was straight and his shoulders were straight.
He took the test paper handed to him by the principal, his blue-gray pupils moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the paper without focus.
Zhong Hao handed over the glasses at the right time: "Professor..."
After putting it on, familiar handwriting came into view, and Ming Yu greedily and lingeringly stroked every number on it.
It's really her!
If you look at the handwriting alone, there might be some coincidences, after all, the characters are similar, but the logic and ideas of the last three major questions are unique and difficult to replicate.
Only her!
Mingyu's hands holding the test paper began to tremble uncontrollably.
From the principal's perspective, one could see his jawline suddenly tense up, and his originally calm aura suddenly became turbulent.
"Professor Ming..."
"Principal Hu, I want to meet...this student."
The principal was stunned.
"May I?"
"Of course!"
…
Class 3 of Senior 3.
"Jiang Jiang, you're first again this time! That's amazing! The math test was so difficult, and everyone else didn't do well, but you still got full marks. How did you do that?"
Wan Xiutong held her chin with one hand and stared at Jiang Fuyue with an obsessed look, her eyes full of stars.
Jiang Fuyue pointed to his head and moved his hands: "Lean here, and here."
Head and hands.
Wan Xiutong: "I have one too, why isn't yours as useful?"
"Pfft..." Liu Bowen couldn't help laughing, "Maybe the factory configuration is different?"
Lin Qiao turned around and glared at him: "If you don't know how to speak, don't speak. It's so unpleasant."
Liu Bowen: “?”
Wan Xiutong smiled sweetly at Lin Qiao, and Lin Qiao winked at her.
Girls' friendship is so indestructible.
"Sister Yue, Teacher Xu asked you to go to the office." A boy leaned on the door frame and peeked in.
"Okay." Jiang Fuyue stood up and left the classroom.
When they met Xu Jing, he said, "It's not me who's looking for you, it's the principal. I'm not sure what it is, but you'll find out when you get there. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I can do it myself."
Ten minutes later, there was a knock outside the principal's office door.
"Come in."
Jiang Fuyue pushed the door open and the first thing she saw was not the old principal, but the figure sitting in a wheelchair.
Hearing the noise, the other person did not turn his head, so his appearance could not be seen.
But Jiang Fuyue felt inexplicably familiar.
She calmly walked to the principal's desk and asked, "You looking for me?"
"Ah? Right. This monthly math exam was quite difficult, yet you still managed to get full marks..."
Jiang Fuyue raised an eyebrow.
You called her over because she got full marks in the exam?
"Actually, I want to see you." The person in the wheelchair suddenly spoke.
Jiang Fuyue turned around and saw his face. The next second, her pupils shrank slightly and her eyes showed shock.
Ming Yu?
Why is he here?!
And...what's with the wheelchair? It seems there's something wrong with the eyes, too?
"Principal," Ming Yu had already gotten the answer he wanted from the girl's expression. He raised his eyes and looked at Hu Yongwei through his glasses, "Can I talk to...Jiang alone?"
The principal was stunned.
Zhong Hao couldn't help but be surprised.
Hu Yongwei did not answer immediately, but turned his inquiring gaze to Jiang Fuyue.
He fully respects students' opinions.
If Jiang Fuyue didn't want to, he would directly reject Ming Yu.
But in fact, Jiang Fuyue nodded slightly and agreed.
The old principal and Zhong Hao left one after another, leaving the space to the two of them.
In the quiet room, the wall clock ticked.
Their eyes met, but no one spoke.
After an unknown amount of time, the man broke the silence first.
"I know it's you, Mingyue." The certain tone, the determined eyes, the ecstasy suppressed under the calmness.
He said, "I've confirmed it, there's no mistake. Although your appearance has changed, your body shape has changed, and even... your age has changed, I know it's you who's returned."
The blue-gray pupils seemed to refocus under the reflection of tears.
The girl in front of him was his only focus.
What the eyes look at, what the heart thinks about, what the soul is drawn to, what life depends on.
He stretched out his trembling hand, his eyes filled with hope, hoping to regain her closeness and feel her normal body temperature.
Jiang Fuyue didn't move, looking at him with clear eyes, her emotions difficult to describe.
Mingyu kept his hand outstretched, stubbornly refusing to retract it.
The two seemed to be in a stalemate.
One wants to go, the other doesn't come.
finally--
A soft sigh escaped his lips. Jiang Fuyue stepped forward and gently held his hand: "Why are you doing this?"
The next second, he grabbed her hand and said, "You admit it?"
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips. "Didn't you swear that you had confirmed it? What does it matter whether I admit it or not?"
"Of course! My confirmation is my attitude; your admission is your attitude."
It has to do with whether you want to recognize me or not.
"You..." Jiang Fuyue's eyes were filled with doubt, "You don't seem surprised at all?"
A person who has been dead for twenty years is now standing in front of you alive. Any normal person would feel surprised and terrified, right?
He was surprisingly calm.
Ming Yu could only say, "It was an accident."
But in the process of verification, the surprise gradually subsided and was replaced by excitement.
She is still alive - this thought, like a belief, supported him in traveling thousands of miles from the northwest to Linhuai.
For a moment, Mingyu thought about retreating.
What if I go to Linhuai and find out that it’s not her and that everything was a misjudgment?
God gave him hope, but if the trip to Linhuai took it away mercilessly, Mingyu would rather never come!
After repeated struggles and torment, he finally came.
Fortunately, God treated him well.
The moment the girl pushed the door open, Mingyu's heart, which had been hanging in the air, gently fell to the ground.
It's her!
"You are alive, which is better than anything else."
Jiang Fuyue was stunned for a moment.
Ye Qianji, Niu Chunhua, Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng all said the same thing.
They didn't ask how she survived, they were just ecstatic and grateful that she was alive.
"Ayu, how have you been these years?"
Tears welled up in the man's eyes again, and his blue-gray pupils were washed clear, but the color was still dull.
He said, "Mingyue, I'm not okay. I'm not okay at all."
The next second, the man let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, with his face pressed against her abdomen, like a child who had been lost for too long and finally found his way.
After a while, the moist touch spread silently.
Jiang Fuyue was stunned.
He... cried?
"Ayu..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you back then."
If he had enough ability to rebel against his family, if he had not left the imperial capital, could he have protected her from harm?
For twenty years, he has never stopped blaming himself and regretting it.
It is said that time is like a good medicine and it will eventually heal regrets.
But why is it that for him, time is as ruthless as a tube of strong corrosive agent, not only can it not heal the wound, but it also makes the wound fester and inflamed day by day, and the wound surface is getting bigger and bigger...
Ming Yu even thought countless times: If she can't come back, then I can choose to stay with her, right?
"Fortunately, you're back..." He tightened his arms, as if he was holding the most precious thing in his life.
One or two updates, three thousand words.
Boss Mingyu has recognized me, woooo...
There will be more at twelve o'clock.
(End of this chapter)
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