Chapter 6
I stared at the message, and the egg that had been rolling on my face for a long time turned cold. I didn't know what to reply.
In the end, I turned off the screen and ignored it.
It's just that the overwhelming depression in my heart, wave after wave, hits me like a reef on the shore, being beaten to suffocation.
At this time, Cen Sui stood up and said, "Mr. Song, your face is still a little red. Can I lend you some foundation to cover it up?"
I nodded absentmindedly: "Okay, thank you. By the way, I'm not in the studio today. Call me if you need anything."
I went back to the office, took her foundation to hide the red marks on my face, and then walked out of the studio.
I drove to the university I used to attend.
It is class time now and there are not many students in the school.
I walked along that tree-lined path, and in the warm sunshine, I followed the footsteps I once took to many places.
The small shop that Meng Xihan and I often visited has now become a medium-sized supermarket.
The noodle shop we went to together also changed its signboard.
Everything became unfamiliar to me.
It was not until I stood under the once glorious wall that I saw the familiar name.
Meng Xihan, champion of the 27th municipal debate competition.
I looked at the yellowed photo, and saw the familiar warm smile on it.
She is completely different from the indifferent and mature girl she is now.
My heart felt like it was being hit by something and it hurt.
At this moment, a surprised voice came from behind me: "Song Bojian?"
I turned around and saw my former instructor standing there, with a few more traces of time on his face.
I felt a sense of embarrassment, like a student facing a teacher: "Instructor Wang."
She took two steps closer, looked at the photos on the wall of honor, and jokingly said, "Are you here to reminisce about your heroic deeds at school?"
I felt a little embarrassed and was about to speak, but then I heard her say, "You and Meng Xihan should be married now, right?"
My heart suddenly rose, then sank, and a suffocating feeling of loss instantly enveloped my heart.
Instructor Wang looked at the honor wall and said with emotion, "I really don't need to ask this question. Why don't you get married?"
"When you broke up, she rushed into my office like crazy, asking me if something happened to you and why you and your family didn't answer the phone. I never thought that girl was still in love."
I suddenly looked up, my voice extremely dry: "She called my home phone?"
"Not only that, she looked for you everywhere, questioned everyone related to you, and even went to your house, but it seems your mother scolded her and sent her away..."
At this point, she finally realized something was wrong and looked at me in surprise, "You're not together?"
I no longer had the courage to stand here, so I said goodbye casually and quickly walked out of the school gate.
When I got into the car, my mind was still a mess and something flashed through my mind.
I started the car and drove straight to the recycling station.
Half an hour later, the person in charge of the recycling station looked at me in embarrassment.
"Sir, it's against the rules to ask you to look for things in the garbage dump."
I took out my wallet and stammered, almost incoherently, "I have money. I really have something important in it."
I took out the money and stuffed it into her hand, and the bitterness in my heart almost overflowed.
"I'm not doing anything bad, please be flexible..."
Since I founded my studio, I have never pleaded with someone so helplessly.
The person in charge took the money and gritted his teeth: "Okay, which one are you looking for? I'll get you some gloves."
"Unit 3, Building 15, Dongfang Shengshi Community."
After a moment, I looked at the mountain of garbage in front of me, held my breath and climbed up.
No, no, and still no!
I don't know when it started to drizzle, and my face was covered with water stains, but I didn't notice it at all.
Anxiety and despair gripped my heart: "I can't find it, why can't I find it?"
I whispered, my eyes burning hot, as if something was rushing out of them.
Just as I was looking through the last few bags of trash, a square box rolled down at my feet.
The lid of the box opened wide, revealing the Polaroids and handwritten letters.
There is Meng Xihan's beautiful handwriting on the back of a photo.
With his beloved Song Bojian, photographed on May 17, 2020.
The warm and brilliant smiles she and I shared were like a needle, piercing my eyes.
It hurts so much.
I pulled off my gloves, wiped my hands vigorously on my clothes, and then squatted down to pick it up.
Just as I got everything sorted, the rain above my head suddenly stopped.
I subconsciously looked up, but it was an umbrella.
And Meng Xihan, like a god sitting on a high platform, was looking at me coldly and indifferently.
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