More than two months have passed since the last time, and winter vacation is just around the corner.
Yan Chiyu was the last to leave the classroom, carrying a box containing his and Wu Yue's belongings.
A countdown display for the college entrance examination hangs on the classroom wall.
"There are only 151 days left until the college entrance examination."
These past two months have been a daily routine of studying, eating, sleeping, and thinking about her.
Yan Chiyu never imagined he would be so sentimental.
This is what it feels like to miss someone.
My longing for you is deep in my bones.
The boy placed the box on the nearest table and stood in front of the countdown clock.
Tie Zhu floated in front of him with his DSLR camera on his shoulder and pressed the video recording button.
In the video, Yan Chiyu is wearing the same Xigui denim jacket that Wu Yue had her eye on last time. He looks like a handsome and lazy seventeen-year-old boy.
"Wu Songsong, today is the first day of winter vacation. We all miss you. Where did you go?"
Sometimes he even thought that she should appear on such days to surprise him, just like the heroine in a story.
But until the early hours of the morning, he could only stare at the ceiling with his eyes open, and then let out a heavy sigh.
In the hospital, Cheng Pingxi was still unconscious. It was probably the life force of those 200 years that sustained him; during his coma, his organs did not show signs of failure, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
The hospital has nurses to take care of us every day, and there are also staff members on duty.
Monday: Bao Xinbao.
Tuesday: Deer and stag. Occasionally, Fuzhu will come.
Wednesday: Wu Cunxu.
Thursday: Ray.
Friday: Fuzhu.
Saturday: Bao Xinbao.
Sunday: Yan Chiyu.
Seven days a week, all scheduled.
They kept Wu Yue's disappearance a secret from the Wu family. Every day, under Yan Chiyu's control, Cuihua had to impersonate Wu Yue for eight hours straight—the kind who could actually talk.
With their son in such a predicament and their daughter missing, what a devastating blow it must have been for Wu Juemin and his mother. So everyone conspired to create a white lie.
After Cheng Pingxi's condition stabilized, Wu's parents left the country.
On New Year's Eve, or more precisely, at the hour of vigil after midnight, Xiang Xinian's grandmother, Li Chuan, passed away peacefully at the age of 18. According to Xiang Dongshu, little Xinian cried until his eyes were swollen like a rabbit's.
After the old lady's burial, Xiang Dongshu video-chatted with Xiang Xinian and Yan Chiyu, and the three of them virtually drank together. Xiang Xinian remained drunk for three whole days after that. Xiang Dongshu had no choice but to take him to live outside the village, giving the Xiang family a different excuse each day.
"Yan, the Feng Shui Masters Exchange Conference, which takes place every five years, is in two days. You'll be going, right? My older brother plans to bring Xinian along to make an appearance this year, and I need to protect Xinian closely, so I'll be going too."
After Xiang Dongshu finished speaking, he asked again, "Will you come?"
"I'm not going."
"Liar! You clearly said you were going last time! Let me tell you, don't let personal feelings hold you back from your career!"
"no."
The boy was a man of few words, and I was too lazy to talk to him much.
"Why is that?" Xiang Dongshu asked, determined to get an answer. "Give me a reason."
"I'm going to this exchange meeting to learn something. What do I need to learn?"
Xiang Dongshu: "..."
Good heavens!
What you said makes so much sense, I have nothing to say. Indeed, if we're going to learn, then everyone should learn from him.
Sigh, he's a man who's suffered heartbreak after all; he can't force someone to sell smiles.
At this moment, Yan Chiyu was sitting on a rattan chair on his open-air balcony, his eyes even more serene than the night.
He idly stretched out his long, slender fingers and fiddled with the little devils surrounding him.
I can't help but recall how girls often hug their arms, and how their usually calm and aloof demeanor is always terrified by little devils, turning pale and jumping up and down.
They are clearly that amazing.
Yet he's incredibly cowardly.
The witch is so cowardly...
Where are you now?
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