Let go
The holiday passed by in a flash.
Today is the first day of school. Song Huan squeezed through the crowd to Xuqiu No.1 Middle School and climbed the stairs to Class 6 of Senior Three.
Most of the students in Class 6 of the high school had already arrived and were chatting away.
"Huanhuan!" Xu Han saw Song Huan and rushed over to hug her. "I missed you so much!"
Song Huan patted Xu Han on the back as a way of comforting her.
"Where's A-Xing?" Song Huan noticed that Lin Xing was not there.
"I don't know, Jiang Siye said it was something that happened at home," Xu Han said.
"Is something wrong at home?" Song Huan murmured.
Meanwhile, the sound of a vase shattering came from Lin Xing's house.
"Enough, Lin Xing! After you finish your exams in City A, you're going abroad!" Lin Zhisong roared.
Lin Xing chuckled lightly: "You promised me you wouldn't leave until July. What, is the group boss trying to break his promise?"
Lin Zhisong grew angrier the more he thought about it, and slapped Lin Xing across the face: "I'm your father, I provide for all your food, clothing and other necessities, you're just like your mother!"
"If you're so capable, stay with your half-dead mother and don't come here. I find it annoying!"
Lin Xing did not speak.
"By the way, do you like that girl in your class named Song Huan?"
Lin Xing remained silent.
"Break up with her, it won't do you any good." Lin Zhisong lit a cigarette. "She's different from us, break it off as soon as possible."
Lin Xing lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.
——
Lin Xing returned two days later.
By early March, the snow on the trees had already melted, and flower buds and green leaves had sprouted from the roots. The spring breeze gently caressed the sky, and swallows occasionally flew by.
"Ah Xing, have you been alright these past few days?" Song Huan turned to Lin Xing and asked with concern as soon as Lin Xing sat back down.
Lin Xing trembled slightly, then smiled at Song Huan: "It's alright."
Looking at Lin Xing's face, Song Huan noticed a wound on her dimple.
It's very new, like it was left in the last few days.
Song Huan nodded and turned back, but her mind was still on the wound.
During class, Teacher Chen said seriously, "The start of the new semester means you are about to graduate. Don't slack off during this time; keep working hard."
Song Huan glanced at the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard.
There are 109 days left until the college entrance examination.
It's like a clock that constantly reminds people, which is unsettling.
"Huanhuan." After class, Xu Han came over and asked, "What university do you want to apply to?"
Song Huan replied, "I want to apply to Beijing Youth University."
"Beijing Youth Daily!" Xu Han exclaimed in surprise, "Beijing Youth Daily in City A?"
"Um."
"Huanhuan is amazing," Xu Han exclaimed.
Song Huan smiled and touched Xu Han's face: "You should also try your best to get into the same university as me."
"Oh," Xu Han said.
Lin Xing, who was eavesdropping behind, paused for a moment and then remained silent.
When Lin Xing returned home, he mentioned taking the entrance exam for the Beijing Youth Daily to Lin Zhisong, but was met with a roar of anger.
"Lin Xing! What's Beijing Youth University anyway? You can choose any university abroad, why choose one in China? I don't care what you're like, you're coming to the US with me after graduation!"
A servant handed him a glass of water: "Boss, the young master might be going through a rebellious phase. You'll be leaving in a few days..."
“Rebellious phase, rebellious phase, this kid is just like his mother.” Lin Zhisong started lecturing again with a bunch of nonsense.
Lin Xing couldn't take it anymore, so she went back to her room and locked the door.
He lay on the bed, his eyes filled with resentment.
Isn't it ridiculous? Her name contains the character for "luck," yet she is not happy.
——
That afternoon, when Lin Xing was tutoring Song Huan, Song Huan handed him a bottle of ointment.
"You have wounds on your face, and you're telling me it's nothing?" Song Huan said, feigning anger.
Lin Xing was startled; the ointment in his hand seemed to be the one he had given to Song Huan last time.
"The one you gave me last time worked quite well for treating these things, so I brought it to you." Song Huan smiled and opened the exercise.
"Now, wouldn't you say it's been returned to its rightful owner?"
Lin Xing stopped, and it took her a few seconds to react: "Hmm."
He opened the ointment and applied some to the wound. It felt refreshing and smelled nice.
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