Deliberately send the wrong
"Did I never contact you in those nine years?"
In the warm atmosphere, the boy's voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it, as if he was afraid of waking something up.
Jiang Qing's face froze, she reached out to push Lin Nanyan away, and sat up like a spring.
She slammed the medicine box shut and threw the ointment into Lin Nanyan's arms in anger.
"That makes me angry."
"Nine years. I've been waiting for nine years. I thought you and him... would never meet again in this life."
"So what do you think happened? Hey, someone suddenly came back to life!"
Jiang Qing stood up angrily. "He suddenly sent me a game link. It was a game of truth or dare. I got busted halfway through... I won't say anything about it. It's my fault after all."
"Then today when I got back, wow, he ran away so fast. I called him and he answered the phone but he didn't say anything."
She glanced at Lin Nanyan and continued to accuse him, "And in the end, you even hung up on me!"
Lin Nanyan nodded: "He was wrong."
"I called again, and I hung up again. I called again, and I hung up again. What? Wasn't he the one who contacted me first?"
"If the courier hadn't knocked on the door, and he had answered the call and hung up while I wasn't paying attention, so quickly I wouldn't have had time to react, I would have cursed him out in those ten seconds."
"Who are you? Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Qing glanced at Lin Nanyan as she spoke. Yes, she was speaking in a veiled way.
After Lin Nanyan took the ointment thrown by the girl, he straightened his posture, sat obediently on the sofa and accepted the scolding, and followed her to condemn her future self.
He consciously did not try to interrupt, and his eyes followed Jiang Qing's movements.
The warm yellow candlelight shone on her hair, making it roll and jump, looking extremely lively.
It was not until he heard Jiang Qing's last words that he turned around abruptly.
"What courier?"
"It was an invitation that was sent to the wrong address. Aren't we going to celebrate our 70th anniversary soon? My teacher sent me an invitation with the wrong name. It was 'Jiang Qing'. Jiang means rivers, lakes and seas, and Qing means relaxed, which is very similar to my name."
Jiang Qing was very confused by the boy's questions. Why did the topic suddenly turn to this?
"I'm talking about your problem now. Don't try to change the subject and evade your responsibility."
Lin Nanyan looked up, and there was something more in his deep eyes under his long eyelashes. At this moment, he was extremely calm and rational.
"Don't you find it strange?"
"What?"
"Just in time, an invitation arrived the moment you returned."
"You mean... someone sent it here on purpose?" Jiang Qing was surprised by his guess.
Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes, his thin eyelids hiding his darkening expression.
He spoke in a casual tone: "Maybe it was sent to the wrong place."
"Even if it was an accident, we shouldn't ignore any unusual movement at that delicate moment."
This made sense. Jiang Qing was also puzzled. No matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense. The only thing that was similar between her and Jiang Qing was their names.
But there were so many students with the same name in the school, why was it sent to the wrong person, and at that time?
"But my teacher checked that invitation letter for me, and it turned out to be from a student who was one year older than us. In this case, the student's registration would be cancelled either because they transferred to another school or they have died."
Jiang Qing fell on the sofa and spread her hands. "I don't understand. What's the point of sending me an invitation like this? I don't even know this person."
As she was speaking, she met Lin Nanyan's gaze, her eyes instantly lit up, and she said in sync: "Maybe we can find someone at this time!"
Lin Nanyan: "If we find her, maybe we can understand everything."
"That's not right. Why are you so sure?" Jiang Qing questioned, thinking of something: "What if it really is an accident?"
Facing the girl's face, which looked even more beautiful under the warm candlelight, Lin Nanyan raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Congratulations, you have successfully eliminated a wrong answer."
"That's right." Jiang Qing leaned her head against the back of the sofa and looked up at the two figures reflected on the ceiling.
Falsehood and fantasy always seem to go hand in hand.
She suddenly said quietly, "I know I can't change anything, but I still chose to come back."
"I want to know why it was me, why it was that time, why I went back again," she tilted her head and looked at Lin Nanyan, who had been leaning against her side by side without her noticing. The boy's jawline was clearly visible in front of her, and there was a protruding Adam's apple in his white neck. "I also want to know--"
She whispered, "Why did you leave in the first place?"
The boy raised his hands to cover his eyes, hiding all his emotions.
After a long while, a hoarse voice sounded, and he said, "Thank you."
Thank you for still wanting to see him.
Thank you for being willing to listen to his explanation.
Thank you too... for not giving up on him.
Jiang Qing heard it, and she closed her eyes to hide her wet eyelashes.
"Okay, I should go home," she stood up and kicked someone, "you can clean up the rest yourself."
I opened the door and went upstairs, and heard familiar footsteps behind me.
The voice-controlled lights in the corridor lit up one by one, illuminating the path under her feet.
She didn't look back and walked straight into the house.
Lin Nanyan looked at the closed dark green door and leaned against it silently.
The lights went out and the entire corridor was plunged into darkness.
The moonlight gently fell from somewhere, covering the statue in the dark with a layer of cold moonlight.
The boy's face had a dull expression, half of his face was hidden in the darkness. He lowered his head slightly, and his messy hair covered his entire expression.
Across the wall, Jiang Qing was also leaning against the door.
She looked at the dark living room, her eyes unfocused, not knowing where to look.
Snap——
The lights suddenly came on, and Jiang Qing squinted her eyes in excitement, and saw Ms. Wang Hong with a threatening face.
"Mom..." She suddenly didn't dare to put on a melancholy pose anymore, and walked forward flatteringly, "You haven't slept yet."
Jiang Shanhai grinned behind Wang Hong and kept giving his daughter secret signals, telling her to be careful.
Wang Hong: "Tell me, where did you go when you skipped class?"
"Ah, this," Jiang Qing glanced at her mother carefully, then glanced again, "I went to the art museum."
Seeing that Ms. Wang was about to explode with anger, she quickly and skillfully calmed down: "This is an art exhibition organized by our school for senior high school students. There are many works of senior students who have received notification of their university admission. I went there to see them."
Wang Hong almost laughed out of anger: "There's nothing to admire..."
Jiang Qing closed her eyes and continued to speak without stopping, like a machine gun. "Besides, I wasn't the only one who went. The top two students in our class also went. If it wasn't useful, why would everyone rush to go?"
"..." Wang Hong changed the subject abruptly, "I guess it does have some use."
"That's not right. Isn't Xiaonan the top student in your class?" She squinted at her daughter, very suspicious. "Did Xiaonan go with you because you insisted on going?"
Doesn’t she know her own daughter yet?
She is like a little bully in front of Xiaonan. If she says east, Xiaonan will not go west. If she says she wants to go to the art museum, Xiaonan will definitely follow her without saying a word.
Sometimes Wang Hong was also very puzzled. She wondered what kind of love potion her own Tiehanhan had given Xiaonan to make her so indulgent that she could not go to heaven.
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Jiang Qing said with a guilty conscience, but confidently, "Forget about Lin Nanyan, but you can't put the second place in the grade on my head, too."
"That's true." Ms. Wang Hong reluctantly accepted this explanation. After all, she looked left and right, up and down, and except for the blind Xiaonan, she really couldn't see what charm her daughter had that could make others follow her so blindly.
"So, what did you see?"
"Mom, you have to understand that the reason art is called art is because it all depends on individual aesthetics. Everyone's subjective feelings about it are different," she said, leaning forward to pour water. "If you want to know, you have to see it in person."
Wang Hong held the cup, "Really?"
Jiang Qing nodded frantically, "Of course, I have to get up early for school tomorrow. I'm going to bed first. Good night, dear mother."
As soon as the last syllable fell, she disappeared.
Wang Hong stared at the closed bedroom door and then at Jiang Shanhai: "Why do I feel like I've been fooled?"
"Oh, how could that be?" Jiang Shanhai lied with his eyes open. He pushed Wang Hong into the house and said, "We have to go to the store tomorrow. Let's go to bed early."
"Don't push me, I can walk by myself..."
In a room a few floors downstairs.
The cell phone on the coffee table buzzed next to the scattered medicine box, lighting up and then dimming, dimming and lighting up again.
In the darkness, a slender white hand reached out and picked up the phone, and the boy's handsome face flashed in the light.
Turn the phone to silent mode, press the green button, and then turn it upside down on the table.
The room was filled with only silence.
The next day, Jiang Qing came to school and met Song Shuang's big red eyes.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Song Shuang flipped through the book nonchalantly, "Nothing, I just had a fight with my brother."
Jiang Qing: "Because of what happened yesterday?"
"I guess so," Song Shuang said angrily, "Don't mention him. Did your mother scold you?"
Well, Jiang Qing understood that she was being scolded.
"My mom scolded me so harshly, she almost hit me, but I just blocked it out and pretended not to hear it. Don't be too sad." Jiang Qing comforted Song Shuang without blinking, determined to make her best friend feel that they shared the same suffering.
"Oh, then you're worse off than me," Song Shuang shed a tear of sympathy for her best friend, "My mom didn't scold me."
Jiang Qing: ???
Sister? What's wrong with you? Can we still have a friendly chat?
It turns out that chatting is still possible.
Because as soon as the class started, the six of them were kicked out by the teacher with a glare on their face, and were made to stand in a row at the door.
Jiang Qing looked to the left and saw a circle of dark circles under her eyes.
Looking to the right again, I saw red eyes everywhere.
she:......
Jiang Qing sincerely repented: "I won't call you next time."
"no!"
The unanimous voices of several people frightened Jiang Qing so much that she shuddered. She quickly turned around to look at the classroom. Fortunately, the teacher on the podium was spitting everywhere, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard two miles away, covering up the noise coming from their side.
"Shh! Keep your voice down."
Jiang Qing kept her eyes and ears open and whispered, "I might be breaking school rules a lot lately. If you guys follow me, you'll get scolded a lot."
Seeing the teacher coming to inspect, she instantly straightened her back and chest, pretending to be serious.
The others were also serious, their eyes all buried in the textbooks in their hands, and on the surface they seemed very immersed.
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