Chapter 40
The rain started to fall again, hitting the umbrella with crackling sound. The white shoes stepped on the waterlogged road, and the uppers were muddy.
Zhang Jusong ran all the way back to the dormitory. The moment she opened the door, Annie was startled by her: "Is the rain so heavy?"
She didn't say anything, for fear that she would choke up if she opened her mouth. She just uttered "hmm" in a muffled voice, put away her umbrella in silence, and soaked her hands with water.
She picked up some clean clothes and a towel at random, went into the bathroom, locked the door, and turned the shower head to the maximum. It seemed as if a heavy rain was pouring down in the house.
No matter how I wash, it's uncomfortable. The more I don't want to think about it, the more I replay the scene of the argument in my mind.
What does he know? Zhang Jusong thought irritably. Excluding his childhood memories, how many days had he known her? Less than half a year! So what right did he have to judge her? What did he mean by "she always said discouraging things to herself"?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, until my eyes turned red and I cried softly, using the sound of running water as cover.
After taking a shower, she climbed onto the upper bunk and pulled up the curtains, covering the room tightly so that not a single ray of light could get through. She rested her head on the pillow and stared at the dark ceiling of the bed curtains - the bed curtains were also designed with a flaw, with the printed side placed outside for others to see, but when the owner was imprisoned inside, no light could be seen, only desolation.
She looked at the ceiling and thought of Xia Zhiheng's comments, and she was still angry.
Why was she so angry? She was vaguely aware of something, but she didn't want to think about it.
Knowing that you would become like this when you grow up, wouldn't you blame others?
Of course!
She suddenly remembered something and sat up straight. It seemed that she really had a letter from her past self? When she was in junior high school, there was an activity that asked students to write a letter to their future selves. At that time, she took it seriously and even went to a boutique to buy a beautiful envelope and stationery, intending to send it to her 18-year-old self.
But when she turned 18, she didn't dare to open the letter and didn't have the heart to do so. Despite this, for some unknown reason, she still brought the letter to City A and locked it up with important documents.
It had been so long that she had completely forgotten what she had written.
She climbed out of bed and opened the drawer to look for it.
After rummaging through the pages, I finally pulled out a letter from under a pile of papers. The envelope had been there for so long that it had a few yellow spots. The handwriting was familiar, the teacher's favorite font when correcting essays, and it was written neatly, "From the 18-year-old Zhang Jusong," with a small orange drawn at the end with a yellow water-based pen.
She stared at the little orange, as if she saw the sparkling girl from the past.
If you knew that your future self would be just an ordinary person, would you be disappointed?
There was a heavy storm outside the window, and the desk lamp on the desk was quietly lighting up.
Zhang Jusong hesitated for a long time, but finally made up his mind and opened the envelope.
“Dear 18-year-old self:
Hello!
I say hello to you from the other side of time. I guess you must have been admitted to a good university, have many friends, and fulfilled many wishes. Because I am working hard for our future! "
After reading this sentence, Zhang Jusong closed the letter. The light quietly illuminated her face, which showed a numb and forbearing calmness.
The light shone on the letter, and on the back of the paper was a dim shadow, and she seemed to be dragged into the shadow.
She felt really sorry. All the efforts she had made in the past seemed to have been in vain. After all, she did not grow up to be what she expected.
She took two deep breaths, and continued to look down with a desperate attitude.
The child's words were a bit of a rambling, mostly about her current studies and life, and to cheer herself up: "The singing competition finals are coming soon, don't worry, the champion will definitely be mine, after all I'm Zhang Jusong."...
Seeing this, she suddenly recalled her original state of mind. Although she wrote it with such confidence, she was actually scared to death. The more scared she was, the more she insisted that the championship would be hers, as if saying this would give her more strength.
What a lovely child. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and then suddenly turned down. She was so cute back then, but now she can only run away. It's really... Wait, is this considered a discouraging statement to herself?
She frowned and continued reading.
The letter was not long. It just turned two pages of purple floral-printed paper and ended.
"... Having said so much, I actually know that the future may not be what I imagined. You may encounter difficult times in the future, right? No matter what, please remember that there is someone who always loves you, and that is me at the other end of time. ^_^."
"I will always be with you. Love yourself!"
Zhang Jusong's fingertips brushed the last sentence, trembling slightly. She seemed to sense a vague figure.
The little girl was bent over the table, writing a letter stroke by stroke. Under the orange light, she raised her eyes as if she had realized something.
The wind and rain outside the window and the tranquility of the night seemed to become very far away in an instant.
She looked at her across a time that could never be repeated or crossed, and it was a very strange feeling.
The girl suddenly smiled, with countless little warm lights hidden in her eyes.
Zhang Jusong's vision became misty. Would you be disappointed when you saw me in the past?
sorry.
The girl on the other side of time smiled without saying a word, waved at her, and seemed to say something.
When he realized her lip shape, a tear slid down Zhang Jusong's cheek and swam into the English letters at the end of the letter.
She said, "I love you."
Even though she might not be the flower she dreamed of growing into, it didn't matter, she loved her.
After covering the letter, Zhang Jusong was afraid that her roommate would notice something was wrong, so she stood up and walked to the balcony, pretending to go to see how heavy the rain was.
Pushing open the balcony door, Zhang Jusong shut himself in from the wind and rain in the night. Raindrops fell on his face like powder puffs, bringing a slight coolness.
It was late at night, on a rainy night like this, the road downstairs was empty, with only one or two students passing by occasionally, walking quickly and leaving small traces of water.
She stared blankly at the night sky, but saw a dark green umbrella parked in the rain curtain illuminated by the street lamp, motionless, and the figure under the umbrella seemed... a little familiar.
Suspecting that he had seen it wrong, Zhang Jusong wiped his eyes with his sleeve, looked carefully, and looked incredulous.
She immediately turned around and went back into the house, grabbing an umbrella in one hand and her cell phone in the other, and was about to walk out in her slippers.
"Hey, are you still going out so late? The dormitory manager will lock the door in five minutes!" Annie, who was sitting in front of the laptop, heard the noise and reminded loudly.
Zhang Jusong turned the doorknob and said, "It's okay. I'll just go down for a while and be back soon."
He ran downstairs as fast as he could. Others were rushing to the dormitory on time, but when he saw Zhang Jusong passing by him in the opposite direction, he looked surprised.
Zhang Jusong was in no mood to care about the surprised look. He just wanted to go faster and faster.
She plunged into the rain with almost the same energy as she would when running the 800-meter race in the physical education exam for the middle school entrance exam.
"Xia Zhiheng? Are you sick? Why are you waiting here in such heavy rain?"
In such strong winds and rains, the effect of umbrellas is minimal.
Xia Zhiheng was completely drenched in the rain, his alopecia wereata stuck to his forehead, and raindrops were running down his well-defined jaw.
He didn't say a word, but suddenly opened his arms and gently hugged Zhang Jusong.
The hug was damp with the smell of rain and a slight tremor.
"I was wrong, please don't leave me."
His voice seemed to be wet by the rain and was trembling slightly.
Zhang Jusong's heart suddenly felt very light, like the wind blowing through her hair.
She hugged him with her backhand and sighed, "Don't do this again in the future."
He leaned his face against her shoulder, feeling heavy.
After a while, he said softly, "Okay."
The raindrops hit the umbrella, dripping. Zhang Jusong looked up and found that he had quietly tilted the umbrella towards her without her knowing when.
This time, he seemed to be standing in the rain.
"Look at you, you're all wet." Zhang Jusong said worriedly, "You must drink some Isatis root when you get home, otherwise you'll catch a cold."
Wait, go back?
Zhang Jusong reacted and turned to look at the dormitory building.
The door is closed.
She sighed and murmured, "Now we really have to stand in the rain all night."
"Sorry, it's my fault."
Xia Zhiheng pursed his lips and said, "I have a small apartment next to the school. If you don't mind, we can go there to rest first."
apartment?
Zhang Jusong stared at him with wide eyes.
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