Who allowed her to leave?
"Xiaoliang, come and see your aunt."
"Well, hello, Grandpa Zhang, you are home."
"At home, this child is really polite."
Li Liang greeted everyone in the alley with a smile.
After turning a wall that blocked his view, he saw a familiar house at the end of his sight, and his pace quickened slightly.
"Xiao Liang is here," Zhang Daiqin said happily as she came out of the kitchen with the door wide open and saw Li Liang walking towards her house. "Have you eaten yet?"
"There's some noodle soup on the stove. I'll heat it up for you." She said as she walked towards the kitchen.
Li Liang quickly stopped her, "No need, auntie, I've already eaten. I'm here to look for Qingyun."
The boy who was squatting on the ground feeding Xiaobai turned around at this moment and asked, "What's the matter?"
Li Liang nodded with a smile: "Yeah."
"Then you two can play together," Zhang Daiqin looked at the two of them and said to Li Qingyun halfway, "Don't run around today. Learn more from your cousin."
Li Qingyun stood up, and the little white dog bit his trouser leg and turned over on its belly to frolic.
"I know." He responded reluctantly.
The two boys walked out of the house one after another. Xiaobai was about to catch up with them, but he was caught off guard and slammed into the closed gate. He stood up in a daze, howling softly and trying to pull away at the obstacle in front of him.
Zhang Daiqin rushed over to pick it up and said, "Don't go out with your brother. He'll take you around and lose you."
She took Xiaobai into the bedroom, opened the drawer to get the dog leash, but suddenly met the eyes of the middle-aged man in the photo in the drawer.
The photo was taken with a blue background. His face was rosy, with wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, but he smiled brightly at her.
Zhang Daiqin's hand paused and there was no next move for a long time.
Xiaobai looked at his owner innocently with his wet black eyes, and from time to time he stretched out his tongue to lick his own paws and the back of his owner's hand.
Li Qingyun followed Li Liang out of the alley and walked around several turns before entering an open space.
The large stage had been abandoned for a long time, and the edge of the stage was covered with mud and weeds. Li Qingyun climbed onto it skillfully.
Li Liang followed him up and asked, "Xiaobai, are you planning to keep raising him forever?"
"Is it not possible?" Li Qingyun glanced at the boy, not very interested. "It's not a big deal to raise two dogs."
"It's not a big deal," Li Liang nodded. "Auntie has to feed him three meals a day."
Li Qingyun turned around, "What do you mean?"
"I mean I want you to pay more attention." Li Liang met Li Qingyun's gaze with a smile in his eyes, acting like a good cousin and nephew.
"Stop pretending!" Li Qingyun casually grabbed a piece of grass and threw it at Li Liang. "If you have to fart, do it now."
Li Liang looked at the white shirt he had just put on, which was instantly covered in dirt. He frowned and said, "Stop throwing all that messy stuff on me. I just changed my clothes."
Li Qingyun clicked his tongue and apologized halfheartedly, "Oh, sorry, I made you dirty."
Li Liang didn't care. He flicked his clothes and casually said, "Did you get the message?"
"Go back and wash up. You can't even avoid this little attack." Li Qingyun crossed his arms and calmly watched his cousin getting dressed. With a teasing look in his eyes, he replied with the second half of his question, "What news do I need to receive?"
"Jiang Qing is preparing to leave this city," Li Liang slowly raised his head, looked into the boy's eyes, and said word by word, "She's leaving."
Li Qingyun's expression froze for a long time before he forced a smile. "It's only a matter of time."
"She's in her third year of high school, so she'll naturally leave this city for college." The boy seemed to be explaining this to others, but also to himself. "Hasn't she already got her art certificate from the Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts? It's only a matter of time before she goes to Haicheng."
"Since you know it clearly in your heart," Li Liang's expression remained unchanged, "I won't say much."
He turned around and prepared to leave, "When they move, you can go and see them off..."
"What did you say?" Li Qingyun suddenly interrupted him.
Li Liang was a little surprised, but he still repeated patiently, "I said wait until they move..."
"Who said we were moving?" Li Qingyun looked up, staring straight at Li Liang, his voice lowered, "When?"
Li Liang, however, seemed unaware of the boy's strangeness and replied, "As soon as the college entrance examination is over, Jiang Qing will move to Haicheng with his family."
He took two steps closer and patted the boy's shoulder. "You know, her family has always been used to moving from one city to another. Now that they have completed their studies and there is nothing to do in Jiangyuan City, it is only a matter of time before their family moves to Haicheng, just as you said."
"Things have already happened. No matter how much we try to make amends, we can't go back to the way they were. It's better to stay away from each other and start a new life in another city. It's better for everyone."
"After all, we've been together for so long, so you can go see me off and show your support..."
Li Qingyun's face was grim, and he couldn't hear anything. His finger bones were cracking, and he asked, "Who allowed her to leave?"
"What happened between us isn't over yet, who allowed her to leave?"
His father's life was so unimportant in their eyes? They just threw it behind them.
Who allowed me to leave Gangwon City with my whole family to start a new life?!
Li Qingyun waved Li Liang's hand away and strode away.
Li Liang looked at the boy's back as he left and took out a lighter from his pocket.
It took two hits to ignite the flame. The incense curled and the smoke rose, blurring his eyebrows and completely covering the rich colors in his eyes, leaving only a little scarlet burning on his fingertips.
“Ring, ring, ring—”
The cell phone kept vibrating, and Li Liang picked it up and took a look.
Although his face showed no expression, the boy's tone was unusually gentle, "Why are you calling me at this time?"
What was said on the other end of the phone made Li Liang's brows become sharp instantly. He reached out and extinguished the cigarette and threw it on the ground.
"I'll go find you, you wait for me."
He left the stage in a hurry.
The wind blew across the empty stage, bringing with it the rustling sound of weeds rustling against each other.
"Have they left?" After a long time, a little head popped out from the corner of the wall.
Lin Nanyan looked at the empty platform and replied, "Let's go."
Jiang Qing tiptoed out carefully. Seeing that there was really no one around, she felt relieved, but her voice was still low.
"Li Liang really did tell on you."
"I was wondering if we were from the same school. How did Li Qingyun know Senior Jiang Qing's whereabouts so clearly? It turns out there's something wrong with our team."
But Jiang Qing was still puzzled. "What good will Li Liang gain from doing this?"
Lin Nanyan shook his head. The current situation was unclear. "Let's wait and see."
"Yeah, you're right. I can always tell." Jiang Qing looked up, her eyes sparkling. "The call Li Liang received must have meant Song Yao had taken action."
Time goes back to twenty minutes ago.
Feng Yaxuan looked at the girl who was blocking her way and couldn't help but sneered, "If you want to say nonsense again, then don't bother. I don't want to hear it."
Song Yao looked at her quietly, with pity.
Feng Yaxuan was irritated by this look. Pity? She must have seen it right.
A notorious, shameless person who turns the tables is pitying her?
Ha, what a joke!
"Song Yao, everyone's patience is limited," Feng Yaxuan said, suppressing the overwhelming sense of absurdity rising in her heart. "The more you sow discord, the more it proves that you are a despicable person."
She leaned forward, closer, "What happened in the past—"
The voice was like a devil whispering, "You won't forget it, will you?"
Jiang Qing's pupils suddenly shrank. She didn't forget, of course she didn't forget.
Torn exercise books, a desk splashed with water, a pencil case with gum stuck on it, the embarrassment of being implicitly humiliated, every single one of them.
It is because she did not forget that she is standing here today.
Feng Yaxuan watched the girl's expression change with satisfaction. "If you forget, I don't mind reminding you so that you can remember it."
"Or do you want to go through it all over again?" she asked condescendingly.
"This is the first time I've spoken to you without any defense," Song Yao finally said, her voice hoarse and calm, "I was stupid."
Feng Yaxuan frowned slightly. These words sounded really harsh. She was about to say something when she heard the girl continue.
"But this is the second time," Song Yao raised her hand, "Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"
Meeting the girl's calm and deep gaze, Feng Yaxuan suddenly had a bad feeling for some reason.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here," she said, her face showing all kinds of impatience, "We are no longer classmates. We will be strangers when we meet in the future."
She said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way!"
As she spoke, Feng Yaxuan had already bumped into him, causing pain in Song Yao's shoulder.
Song Yao turned around suddenly and said loudly: "Do you not want to, or do you not dare?"
Feng Yaxuan paused and turned around with a sneer on her face.
"What do you say, dare you?"
"Song Yao, you are already a loser," she said.
Song Yao's expression remained unchanged as she continued, "Then, you who calls yourself a successful winner, why don't you listen to what I have to say next?"
Press with your fingertips.
"Which bastard hit your grandpa?"
…
"It's his fault, not mine. Tell him I'm not afraid of him!"
"Hey, you're actually right?"
A clear human voice hovered over the street through the phone screen.
Song Yao pressed the pause button. "How is it? Does it sound familiar?"
Feng Yaxuan's face looked grim. The two voices inside were from people she was very familiar with.
One can’t be forgotten, the other is hard to forget.
She gritted her teeth, "What do you want to say?"
Song Yao shook her head and said, "I've said everything I wanted to say before. This time, I just want you to listen to the recording."
"Since you heard it," she put away her phone, "I won't bother you anymore."
When she left, she took one last look at Feng Yaxuan and said, "We'll just be strangers when we meet again."
"That's the second time," she whispered.
The ending tone of the girl's voice seemed to be curled, light and floating, and would be blown away by the wind.
Feng Yaxuan's face turned pale, and she suddenly shouted at the girl's back as she walked away.
"How do I know you're not faking it?"
Song Yao kept walking, as if she heard nothing.
But it was precisely because of her indifference, almost to the point of ignoring, that hurt Feng Yaxuan's eyes.
Why does she have the right?
Why does Li Liang have the right?
Who are they?
She picked up her cell phone and made a call.
In less than a second, the boy on the other end picked up the phone, his voice still gentle and tender.
"Why are you calling me at this time, Yaxuan?"
Feng Yaxuan's eyes burned red, "Song Yao came to see me."
There was silence for a moment, and the voice remained steady, "I'll go find you, you wait for me."
"Okay." Feng Yaxuan hung up the phone.
She looked up to the end of her sight, but there was no one there.
This is the second time.
Song Yao was right, it really was the second time.
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