Chapter 41 The reserved forty-first day always makes people want to pick it up...
Strange noise?
How weird could it be? Pei Yunhe saw that in this huge garden, Meng Chuan, who was standing in front of him, was the weirdest.
He looked at Meng Chuan and said, "That's not the way to back down."
Meng Chuan glared at him and came over to pull his school uniform, "No, didn't you hear that?"
Then he looked around with trembling eyelids, and lowered his voice: "Crying! Someone is crying!"
"cry?"
"Yeah! Ouch, that's so scary!"
Meng Chuan nodded vigorously.
He looked up again and realized that the trees in the garden were too tall and too dense. The leaves were layered on top of each other, so dense that no sunlight could get in even in the middle of the day.
In addition, the old teaching building not far away was lifeless and pitch black. There was a thick layer of dust on the green glass, and the dust was uneven. From a distance, it seemed as if someone was looking out from behind.
He didn't care about the cicada anymore and pulled Pei Yunhe away.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me! I heard right after I entered No. 1 Middle School that this teaching building was abandoned because of some spooky thing... It seems to be true!"
"Don't you feel the chill? How can you not calm down the strong Yang energy in the middle of the day? How weird must it be!"
But he pulled Pei Yunhe, but failed.
Meng Chuan turned around with his eyes wide open, "What are you doing? Aren't you leaving yet? I don't want to die young!"
Pei Yunhe really didn't feel that way.
This is a new era of socialism, and the Party’s glory shines on all things, especially the flowers of the motherland.
Keeping the twenty-four characters of the core socialist values in mind is more effective than any other method to ward off evil.
Besides, Meng Chuan had been mumbling and making a fuss many times, but Pei Yunhe didn't take it seriously. Instead, he calmed down and carefully distinguished the crying sound that Meng Chuan mentioned.
This garden is neither big nor small. It has dense vegetation, and the grass and trees in the deep part grow a little wild. Indeed, not many people come here.
Pei Yunhe thought that the sound might not be someone crying or howling, but it might be a wild cat or dog giving birth to a litter of cubs. He would look for it, and if it was real, he would hand it over to the life teacher.
He walked into the garden even more carefully, following the faint crying sound, and walked very lightly for fear of disturbing anything.
Meng Chuan was extremely anxious, he didn't know whether to advance or retreat. Finally, out of brotherhood, he dared not say anything. He just followed Pei Yunhe nervously, holding his breath for a long time and not daring to exhale.
As the crying got closer, the sound became smaller and smaller, gradually turning into intermittent sobs, which were muffled and very suppressed.
Pei Yunhe realized that something was wrong. Kittens and puppies wouldn't twitch.
Just then, Meng Chuan bumped into him from behind. Just as he was about to ask him if he was still leaving, he raised his hand to stop Meng Chuan from speaking and walking.
"Shhh."
Meng Chuan followed his gaze.
There are several steps of varying heights beside the pond not far away. At the corner of the steps, there are lush green plants half a person's height, and the shade of the trees next to it covers the area layer by layer, like a green curtain.
And under the green screen, a white spot suddenly swayed faintly, so thin that it looked like a spot of light at first glance, and it was completely invisible without careful observation.
His eyes widened as he finally recognized the white color as their school uniform.
"Is it a girl? She looks familiar...ah! Isn't she from our class——"
"Single chant."
Pei Yunhe didn't expect that he would remember this name so familiarly.
She was the girl who came from Yunsu, who had a pair of beautiful eyes and was as slender as a willow.
He has beautiful handwriting and speaks so softly that it seems as if water can be squeezed out of it, without any temper at all.
But on the first day of school, she regarded him as a playboy and kept her distance from him, and she has not gotten close to him at all until now.
The two of them clearly had little in common, and their most recent relationship was probably just two famous calligraphy pieces hanging together on a bulletin board.
But Pei Yunhe still remembered her very clearly and recognized her at a glance.
He had hardly ever pronounced these two words before. When he first pronounced them, he had no idea they would sound so nice.
It is soft and delicate, like reciting poetry or singing, and as beautiful as the spring breeze in March and April. It makes people's bones go soft when it touches them. It is really lingering and unforgettable.
But what happened to such a person who makes people feel comfortable and at ease from the inside out, why did he hide in a corner and cry like this?
Pei Yunhe continued to look over there, stopping Meng Chuan behind him, not wanting to and not daring to disturb Shan Yin.
She was sitting on the ground with her legs bent. She had just supported her head, but now her head was buried deep in her arms on her knees.
Pei Yunhe couldn't see her expression, but just seeing her shoulders twitching up and down, curled up like a wounded kitten or puppy, he could hold her up with one hand, and his heart softened.
The crying sounded like the whimpering of a kitten or puppy, and it made Pei Yunhe feel itchy inside.
When the impulse was at its most intense, he wanted to go over and help her up, and then press her against his chest. No matter if it would get his clothes wet, he wanted her to soothe the itching feeling in his heart.
But he was still rational after all. He watched her for a long time, saw her bury her head in tears for a while, then raised her head and wiped her tears pitifully. Crystal clear tears slid all over her face, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. Her cheeks also appeared with a blush that was the same as the water-stained corners of her eyes.
Just like the innocent elves born and raised in the untouched forest, their tears are as crystal clear and lovely as the morning dew, making people want to pinch them for no reason, but they really can't bear to do so.
Pei Yunhe couldn't bear to watch it any longer. The more he watched, the more itchy he felt. He turned around, frowned, and asked Meng Chuan in a low voice, "Is there anyone in the class bullying her?"
Meng Chuan had no idea and said in confusion: "I haven't heard of it."
"Did you get scolded by the teacher?"
It doesn't seem right.
There's nothing wrong with a girl like her.
Just as he was thinking about it, there were suddenly some rustling sounds in front of him. Pei Yunhe's gaze shifted over again, and he saw that Shan Yin had probably finished crying. She stood up, carefully tidied her clothes and was about to go out again.
Pei Yunhe pressed Meng Chuan's head and squatted down with him, never letting Shan Yin know that they were there.
"Walk."
After Shan Yin walked a distance away, Pei Yunhe pulled Meng Chuan to follow without saying a word. Meng Chuan followed behind and felt that Pei Yunhe was a strange person. He shouted a few times, but Pei Yunhe ignored him.
Shan Yin followed the path and soon walked out of the garden and returned to his class in the circular teaching building.
The lunch break was not over yet, and a few students in the class were still sleeping soundly, while the rest were either resting in the dormitory building or going home to rest.
Pei Yunhe saw Shan Yin walk back to her seat obediently. She washed her face before coming back and wiped away all the tears on her face, leaving only a red mark at the corner of her eye.
But she always kept her head down, not looking at anyone and not paying attention to anyone, as if she was just a passer-by in the lives of everyone here and would not leave any trace at all.
Naturally, the red mark would not be seen by others and seemed insignificant.
But someone's gaze fell on her from among the dust.
Pei Yunhe stood at the door of the classroom, his throat rolled and he pursed his lips tightly.
"Can you get in? It's blocked tightly."
Meng Chuan urged him from behind, patted his arm, squeezed in through the door, and jumped into his seat to catch up on his sleep.
But Pei Yunhe only had eyes for Dan Yin who was writing quickly.
He suddenly became very curious, wondering why she was crying, how she could control her emotions so quickly, and what she was writing so attentively.
She was just a delicate little girl. She seemed to have suffered a great injustice just now, but then she became as tough as the winter plum blossoms in December.
What kind of injustice could she possibly suffer while studying here?
How could one have such a strong character?
His thoughts were tangled and deeply rooted in his mind, so he took a step forward. Although there was a closer way to his seat, he still had to turn a few aisles and passed by Dan Yin's seat as if unintentionally.
Shan Yin didn't notice at all and continued to write and draw. Pei Yunhe glanced at him and paused.
He thought she was writing something extraordinary, but he didn't expect that there was an ordinary math exercise book on the left side of the desk, and a few draft papers on the right side, which were filled with the application formula of a wrong question on the left.
Not really.
Not really.
In just one or two seconds, Pei Yunhe read through the question. It was a bit difficult, but it wasn't necessary to cry like this just because he couldn't solve it, right?
He returned to his seat in surprise, and after sitting down, he glanced at Shan Yin from behind.
She seemed to be still struggling with the question, and gradually the feeling of grievance that had made her cry so heartbreakingly disappeared. Instead, her brows were furrowed, and her teeth were probably clenched tightly, and her cheeks were puffed up like a hamster.
Is that question so difficult?
He feels okay.
He hesitated whether to go over and tell her about it.
You can see her look like that. She couldn't solve a problem, so she ran to a place where no one was around and cried secretly for the whole afternoon. But when she came back, she still had to grit her teeth and try again.
Pei Yunhe was also afraid that she was too proud and would definitely not want others to know her difficulties or ask for help.
If he rashly went over to explain the problem to her, she might think that he had seen her crying secretly. What if she turned around and looked down on him even more?
As he thought about it, his hesitation receded three steps. Pei Yunhe shook his head to himself, thinking of a solution while continuing to look after Shan Yin.
Although she looked pitiful, she was also... a little cute.
In the end, he simply stared at Shan Yin carelessly, watching her frown, watching her puff up, watching her tilt her head to write and draw, and then tearing off the draft paper and carefully folding it under the exercise book.
Pei Yunhe couldn't help but laugh at this. Meng Chuan, who was sitting next to him, was annoyed by the noise and turned over to continue sleeping.
Fortunately, his laughter did not disturb Shan Yin. She continued to do the questions with a breath held, but her teeth suddenly loosened, and her lips, as red as the petals of oleander outside, opened, revealing a canine tooth, which bit herself without saying a word.
The red color bloomed in an instant, and Pei Yunhe was afraid that she would bite her lips. For no reason, his heart suddenly jumped and he felt hot.
Oleander is poisonous, but because it is so beautiful and attractive, it always makes people want to pick it.
Later, for a long time, Pei Yunhe felt that he was poisoned by the oleander.
But he clearly hadn't touched it.
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The author has something to say: What kind of poison did I get into? [Chin in hand]
There are some more memories in the next chapter.
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