Let go
After spending the night at Aunt Jiang's house, Song's mother came to Aunt Jiang's house to pick up Song Huan.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Song Huan came out of Shen Guai's room.
She seemed to have just woken up, her eyes half-open and half-closed, and she greeted the two of them lazily.
"Qiuqiu, how did you get along with Chen Guai yesterday?" Song's mother asked.
This question reminded Song Huan of what happened yesterday.
Yesterday, Shen Guai asked him about Jiang Siye. She was a little confused. Shen Guai and Jiang Siye did not go to the same school, so why were they related?
Shen Guai also said to her, "I love you but can't have you."
Song Huan knew the meaning of the words, but she was somewhat puzzled as to why Shen Guai said that.
Perhaps there's some story between Shen Guai and Jiang Siye?
But she didn't press for details, as it would be impolite to keep asking about someone's privacy.
"Qiuqiu?" Song Huan was brought back to her senses by her mother's call. She smiled apologetically and said, "I get along very well with Sister Chen, so don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Jiang happily exclaimed, "That's wonderful! Ah Guai is a cold and aloof child who doesn't like to talk to people. If he has Huanhuan as a friend, he might become more cheerful."
Song Huan smiled and agreed.
She glanced at Shen Guai's room; the door was still closed, and Shen Guai was still asleep. When Song Huan got up, she saw tear stains on Shen Guai's pillow.
After saying goodbye to Aunt Jiang, Song's mother and Song Huan took the bus home.
It was just past eight o'clock when she got home. The leaves were covered in dew, glistening in the morning sun, and a chilly wind brushed past Song Huan's ears, making them itch a little.
Song Huan opened her phone and, while browsing the internet, saw a message Lin Xing had sent her.
[Chinese New Year is in a week, shall we set off fireworks together?]
Song Huan paused for a moment, then replied: [Where should I put it?]
Lin Xing: [At my doorstep.]
He sent a link to a villa in the old district, number 520.
Seeing this address, Song Huan felt a pang of inferiority.
So he lives in a villa.
She initially wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, she finally agreed.
Perhaps being just friends is fine.
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With limited time for studying in her senior year of high school, Song Huan spent almost all her time at home doing homework and would never leave her room unless called by someone.
Song's mother felt sorry for her and often told her to relax and not put too much pressure on herself.
Unable to persuade her mother, Song Huan had no choice but to agree.
And so it went, day after day, until finally two days before the Spring Festival.
The sky was tinged with the pale light of dawn, which was evenly sprinkled on the flowers and grass along the roadside.
Early in the morning, Song's mother took Song Huan to buy New Year's goods.
"Mom will go buy food later, you can go pick out some snacks." After saying that, Song's mother went to the meat section.
Song Huan walked into the snack section, looking at the wide variety of snacks, but couldn't muster any interest.
She casually packed some nuts and seeds and then went to look at other products.
She glanced at it and spotted a couplet.
It reads: May you be like this flowing water, surging and turbulent, stirring up storms and clouds.
Horizontal scroll: A bright future awaits.
Song Huan smiled, picked up the couplet, wiped off the dust, and gestured the character "幸" (xìng, meaning lucky) next to "前程似亮" (qiánchéng sìliàng, meaning promising future).
"Qiuqiu, you're here! I thought you were still packing snacks," said Song's mother, carrying some chicken and duck.
After glancing at the couplets, Song's mother praised Song Huan, "My daughter can even pick out couplets now. I thought you weren't interested in these things."
Song Huan felt a little embarrassed.
"May your future be bright, and may our Qiuqiu get into a good university." Song's mother's smile deepened.
Song Huan blushed and lowered her head without saying a word.
After settling the bill and returning home, Song Huan pasted the couplets on both sides and above the door.
She pasted the couplets very carefully, afraid that they might be crooked.
"My daughter is amazing," Song's father encouraged her from the side.
Song Huan returned the smile to her father.
After finishing pasting, Song Huan shared her "spoils" with Lin Xing.
Lin Xing: [Not bad.]
Although the evaluation consisted of only two words, it brought Song Huan a great sense of accomplishment.
Song Huan: [That's right.]
It also included a small emoji.
This air of arrogance practically leaped off the screen, and Lin Xing replied, following her words:
[Yes, that's right.]
Song Huan found it funny; anyone else would have called her narcissistic.
Lin Xing: [How about we come to my house and put up another one?]
Song Huan: [Okay, when?]
Lin Xing: [On the day of the Spring Festival, when you came to my house to set off fireworks.]
I'm waiting for you.
Song Huan: [Okay.]
She put down her phone, looked at the couplet, and then blushed and lowered her head.
Who knows what she's really thinking?
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