Jiang Mian, her mind still foggy: "Who is Jiang Wan? I don't know her, I'm hanging up."
Song Huaizhi couldn't hide his smile: "If you're not Jiang Wan, then who are you?"
"I am Jiang..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Mian finally came to her senses and asked uncertainly, "Song Huaizhi?"
"Miss Jiang, you are a person of high status and have a bad memory. You have finally remembered me, Song."
Jiang Mian sat up abruptly in bed, saying with a look of disdain, "You're getting more and more pretentious when you talk."
Song Huaizhi just smiled, then changed the subject: "We agreed to watch the sunrise, are you still not up?"
"I didn't agree to that."
"Since you're already awake, don't go back to sleep. I'm downstairs at your hotel."
Jiang Mian was yawning and was about to lie back down on the bed.
Upon hearing this, he suddenly sat up: "What!? You've already arrived??"
"Hmm, want to open the window and wave hello to me?"
"Wait a minute!"
Jiang Mian hurriedly ran to the window and, sure enough, saw a car parked downstairs at the hotel.
Seemingly having heard Jiang Mian's commotion through the screen, Song Huaizhi deliberately turned on his hazard lights and gestured to her, "See that?"
Disturbed from her sleep, Jiang Mian gave up on pretending to be a lady and blurted out, "Damn! You're way too self-disciplined!"
"Hmm, seeing how energetic you are, you must be fully awake now. Let's go downstairs quickly."
Song Huaizhi hung up the phone after saying "See you later".
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Jiang Mian roared a few times, she was so angry she was about to die.
But now that I've been woken up, I can't fall back asleep. I got dressed and went downstairs.
She vowed that she would beat the other person to death later!
Before he could even get angry after getting into the car, Song Huaizhi thoughtfully asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Jiang Mian: "???"
Do you want to hear what kind of nonsense you're spouting?!
They urged her to get up and go downstairs before dawn, so how could she have time to eat breakfast!
Seeing her expression, Song Huaizhi realized that he had asked a pointless question, so he simply handed her the breakfast he had prepared: "Eat something to fill your stomach, otherwise you may experience low blood sugar when you go hiking later."
Looking at the bread and milk in her hand, Jiang Mian was stunned: "Are you serious?"
"What did I do to make you think it was fake?" Song Huaizhi emphasized again, "It's more real than the real thing!"
Jiang Mian: "..."
Depend on!
After finishing their breakfast, they drove to the foot of the mountain.
Both of them were dressed simply, but judging from their expressions...
Song Huaizhi looked relaxed, clearly having long been accustomed to mountain climbing and feeling no burden whatsoever.
Jiang Mian, however, looked like she was thinking: Who am I? Where am I? I just want to go back to sleep...
But Song Huaizhi didn't give her a chance to escape, and directly ordered: "Let's go!"
Then, tragically, she was taken hiking.
Throughout the entire process, the psychological activities and emotional states were a cycle of pain, numbness, and murderous thoughts.
The mountain is not high; once you reach the top, you can see the entire city below.
By the time they reached the top of the mountain, Jiang Mian was so exhausted that she sat down on the ground.
Just then, the sun rose above the horizon and shone on them.
This was the first time Jiang Mian had ever personally experienced the feeling of watching the sunrise.
It's hard to describe that feeling in words. If I had to use one word to describe it, it would probably be "healing".
The world emerged from darkness into light, as if everything lifeless had been given life and hope.
Jiang Mian glanced to the side. Compared to her exhausted and disheveled appearance, Song Huaizhi, even with sweat dripping from his hair, still looked like an immortal.
At this moment, he seemed to be in a very good mood, gazing in the direction of the sunrise, his whole being radiant.
She shook her head and chuckled, "What a strange person."
Jiang Mian asked him, "Are you happy now? You're happy to have me come hiking with you this morning, but I'm exhausted."
Hearing her complaints, Song Huaizhi laughed: "I only brought you hiking because I noticed you seemed unhappy these days. What's that saying again? Sweating is the best cosmetic procedure. Look at you now, your face is rosy, it has swept away the gloom that was on your face before."
Jiang Mian was amused by his words.
He patted the dust off his pants, then yelled twice at the rising sun.
Seeing Song Huai's puzzled expression, she invited, "Teacher Song, why don't you shout a few times too? It can help release stress."
Song Huaizhi wanted to refuse, but Jiang Mian insisted: "Shouting twice is no trouble. If you keep acting so high and might get accused of being pretentious."
The seemingly fierce but actually endearing words of advice immediately made Song Huaizhi laugh.
Then, just like Jiang Mian, he put his hand to his mouth like a megaphone and shouted out loud.
At that moment, a flood of memories seemed to flash through his mind.
Those scenes of confinement and demands are now shattered.
He has reconciled with his younger self.
See? It's that simple.
Why didn't you dare to shout it out back then?
When you encounter injustice, trouble, or things that are unbearable.
That's how you should shout it out loud.
Everyone fantasizes about someone becoming a hero who stands in their way, but no one ever expects that they, as adults, will become the hero of their younger selves.
The shackles binding your shoulders are actually unimportant; just wave them away.
Song Huaizhi quietly bid farewell to the past, and suddenly he had an idea for the graduation project that had stumped him.
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