Chapter 77 Metal Whistle
When Xu Jiqing got home, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
The living room was pitch black. Lin Yuezhen had not returned yet. Only the night light in Xu Jiaojiao's bedroom was on.
He went in and took a look. The little girl was lying on her bed, surrounded by pillows. She had fallen asleep with her duck stuffed duck. He turned off the night light, closed the door quietly, and went into his room.
The room was empty, with only a simple table and chairs besides the narrow bed.
The desk lamp was on, and on it lay a set of unfinished league simulation questions. The gel pen cap was uncapped and lay messily across the straw paper.
There was a clothes hanger at the head of the bed, but it fell to the ground when I left in such a hurry.
Xu Jiqing picked it up, put it back on the balcony, took the clean vest next to it, and went to take a shower.
My hometown is a place with high mountains and vast waters, and there are exceptionally tall poplar and Chinese pine forests. On a windy night like tonight, you can see the rustling branches and leaves from the tops of buildings on the fourth or fifth floor.
There are no such trees in Jiangcheng, and the windows at home are narrow, but the sound of the wind and the girls' voices along the way keep echoing in my ears and cannot be driven away.
Covered in cold water, Xu Jiqing wiped his hair, returned to the bed, and turned off the desk lamp.
He originally wanted to fall asleep, but after sitting for a while, he couldn't help himself and took the paper bag that he had thrown beside the bed when he came in.
Su Xia gave it to him before leaving.
She said she had cleared out the things from his desk hole, but in fact most of them were originally hers: various opened snacks, brand new paper with the No. 1 Middle School emblem printed on it, a full box of gel pen refills, and the scar removal medicine left over from last year.
He took them out one by one, and there was a small thing dangling at the bottom.
It's a metal whistle with a lanyard.
Su Xia is one of the two physical education committee members of Class Four. She doesn't lead the exercises, but uses her title as the physical education committee member to take advantage of the situation and slack off. After the boys' physical education committee members have finished their work, she comes out comfortably and proudly, and blows the whistle to gather the number of people.
Xu Jiqing still remembers this whistle.
Just before the Chinese New Year, Su Xia accidentally stepped on it and it had been unable to make any sound. I was about to throw it away and just put it in the hole in his desk and never remembered to take it out again.
The light coming in from the window was dim. Xu Jiqingye had excellent eyesight. He put the whistle in his hand and fiddled with it slowly. The metal sheet felt cold to the touch. The cylindrical cavity in the middle was concave, which just sucked his calloused thumb there, fitting perfectly.
The emotions that had been suppressed all night surged up wantonly in the darkness.
As if possessed by a mysterious force, Xu Jiqing lowered his head silently, picked up the whistle, and put it against his thin lips.
He tried to blow once.
No sound.
But the moment the air flow squeezed through the metal whistle cavity, his ears seemed to stand upright, like a dog standing still according to its instinct.
He swallowed several times, his hot lips and tongue soaked the whistle into heat, but he didn't let go, instead he bit it with his teeth.
On a spring night with the temperature over 10 degrees Celsius, Xu Jiqing's heart was beating like a drum and he couldn't move.
In the sweet metallic texture, he seemed to smell a sticky strawberry scent that was unique to girls' lipstick.
Xu Jiqing found himself in a state of shock.
He felt sick.
The struggle between reason and intense desire made his cold body break out in sweat and he almost wanted to hurt himself.
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When Su Xia was pursuing Zhou Zhiyan in her previous life, no matter how severely she was humiliated, she had never felt such aggrieved.
Whether it was as an adult or the young Xu Jiqing she met after her rebirth, he was just a little colder in character and had never spoken to her like this.
The deceased husband's face is more important than the ex-boyfriend.
It would be a lie for Su Xia to say she wasn't sad, but that kind of sadness was mostly relieved after a good night's sleep.
Xu Jiqing said that coming to him was causing trouble, and it seemed that his words were just a bit harsh, but not too much...
He is different from Zhou Zhiyan and also different from himself. He cannot just consider himself when doing anything.
The math competition at the end of the year is very important to him. Xu Jiqing has no time to joke around at school, and he has to take care of Xu Jiaojiao after school. He doesn't act like a brother at all, he's more like a single father.
He said Xu Jiaojiao was no longer afraid, but how much would Xu Jiqing sacrifice in order to make her not afraid?
Su Xia couldn't imagine how hard those days were.
But she didn't like Su Xiaojuan wandering around the living room when she was watching TV.
Xu Jiqing's current situation is much more difficult than watching TV. Even if she has the best intentions, if she insists on being a hero childishly at this time, she will probably only make things worse.
It would be strange if he didn't feel embarrassed, right?
After figuring this out, Su Xia forced herself to stop texting him and gave up the bad habit of running to the administrative building whenever she had nothing to do. At most, she would just look at the bulletin board.
The feeding calendar in the original small diary was also changed into a math league schedule, which was placed side by side with her piano practice check-in. She would glance at it from time to time to seek peace of mind.
As April arrives, the cherry trees in front of the teaching building begin to bloom.
It was sunny for two weeks in a row. The sky was clear and dyed pink and white by the soft cherry blossom petals. The air was filled with the sweet and intoxicating fragrance of flowers.
Su Xia's seat was moved to the window again.
This time she sat by the aisle and Xu Ruiyang sat inside.
The window of Class 4 is a perfect place to enjoy the cherry blossoms. You don’t have to look down specifically. As long as the angle is right, you can turn around and see the cherry blossom avenue that stretches for dozens of meters. When the wind blows, the snow waves form layers, which is extremely dreamy.
If Xu Jiqing was sitting here, I wonder how beautiful the picture would be.
Su Xia felt sorry.
But thanks to Xu Ruiyang, the frequency of her turning away and daydreaming has dropped sharply. She is much more focused in class than before and listens attentively.
I have math class early on Friday morning.
As soon as he entered the classroom, Teacher Ding pinned a new notice on the bulletin board and walked up to the podium with the lesson plan.
"I won't mention the importance of the midterm exams at the end of this month, especially for those who failed the finals last semester. You should know the reason yourself."
"We have spring sports next Thursday. Focus on your studies first, then promote sportsmanship."
Teacher Ding paused for a moment and pushed up his glasses. "Is the Sports Committee here?"
Su Xia and the boy in the corner of the classroom raised their hands, "Here."
"Zhang Ran is in charge of leading the team, and Su Xia is soliciting applications. We've added a lot of new events this year, so everyone can use the weekend to think about what they're good at."
"Next year will be your senior year. If nothing unexpected happens, this will be your last sports meet in high school. Try to participate actively and leave no regrets."
The sports meet is held every year, and Teacher Dante is both the "last" and "regretful" one, which makes the atmosphere particularly sincere.
As soon as the get out of class was over, everyone rushed to the podium and started a heated discussion.
There are more boys in the science class, and the middle school boys flatter and encourage each other. Regardless of their grades, many people are willing to sign up.
On the girls' side, there are many girls in the class who are good at sports.
The girls who signed up for the relay were all tall, the kind of agile and nimble that Su Xia dreamed of, with legs as long as a deer.
The registration form in front of Su Xia was originally empty, but by lunchtime, it had been almost completely filled out.
He Miao came over to take a look, finding it quite surprising. "Last year, no one wanted to run the 100m and hurdles, saying it was humiliating to compete with the athletes. Why are they so self-conscious this year? What drug has got them into this?"
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