Chapter 72: Farewell with Fireworks, Wishing You a Bright Future
Wen Jiu pouted, and the tears she had been holding back for so long finally fell.
She called out to him pitifully, "Zhou Yanchuan."
"Um."
"I feel so bad."
In the freezing cold, Zhou Yanchuan tightened the coat he had draped over the girl and held her hands, which were numb with cold, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Mengmeng is transferring schools."
Zhou Yanchuan frowned: "Transfer schools?"
"Um."
Zhou Yanchuan knew what this meant to the girl. Saying "Don't cry" and "It's okay" seemed too weak and perfunctory at this moment. He didn't say these things, but just took her back to the car.
It was too cold outside, and her health wasn't as good as she had imagined.
If you're going to cry, at least find a warm place.
*
Suya didn't speak, but instead looked at the two people in the back seat through the mirror.
Before sending Zhou Yanchuan off today, she had met him a few times at the Zhou family home.
Raised and pampered since childhood, this precious child was naturally spoiled and unruly. Every time, he would either infuriate the old man to the point of smashing the inkstone, or make Zhou Huaiqian's face turn ashen.
Her impression of him was always that he was cynical and rebellious.
But at this moment,
Su Ya glanced at the rearview mirror.
The usually unruly boy was now gently wiping away someone's tears with a tissue.
She thought to herself, "No wonder the old man was in such a hurry to call him home. If this continues, something might really happen."
*
Lin Meng didn't dare tell the other girls the day she left with her parents, afraid that she wouldn't be able to control her emotions.
I just sent the gift to the courier station a day early.
"Let's go, Mengmeng," Ms. Qin urged softly, watching the person who was reluctant to get on the car while pulling her suitcase.
Lin Meng forced back her tears and hummed in agreement.
She turned around, lowered her head, and followed her mother to the car.
"Okay, Mom will give it to you over there..."
Before Qin Xiang could finish speaking, a loud voice suddenly rang out from behind her: "Lin Mengmeng!"
Lin Meng suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Looking back.
Ning Yixue and Zhou Qingyun waved to her from not far away.
*
"Well, you heartless bastard, you're leaving without even saying goodbye," Ning Yixue said, hands on her hips, accusingly under the streetlight.
Lin Meng looked at the two people who had run up to her, still somewhat dazed: "Why are you here?"
"Xiao Jiu guessed you were leaving and called to tell us," Zhou Qingyun explained softly from the side.
"My deskmate?" Lin Meng looked around, and when she couldn't find that familiar figure, her eyes were filled with undisguised loneliness.
Ning Yixue looked at the person who, though silent, was clearly concerned, and said, "Xiao Jiu went to get something."
"To retrieve something?"
"Hmm," she said, glancing at the suitcase in the girl's hand, "You're leaving today?"
It would have been better if she hadn't asked. As soon as she did, Lin Meng's eyes started to redden. Seeing this, Ning Yixue quickly comforted her, "It's not like we can't see each other. I'll come over there to visit you later."
"Hmm," she said with a sobbing voice.
Ning Yixue, who was already holding back her emotions, couldn't stop her own tears from falling when she saw the girl crying. "Oh, don't cry, you're making me want to cry too."
I originally wanted to say goodbye happily.
“You’ve always liked this doll of mine, haven’t you?” She suppressed the sourness in her throat and took the doll out of the bag she was carrying. “So I bought you the same one. Look, I even sewed your name on it.”
Lin Meng looked in the direction the girl was pointing.
There are "lmm" crocheted in gold thread on the bear's ears.
Tears welled up in her eyes again without her realizing it. "Did you sew this?"
"Yes, I was pricked by the needle several times."
"So ugly."
"I'll hit you."
“And mine too,” Zhou Qingyun handed over the box she was holding. “You like the pastries from that shop on Furong Street, right? So I bought you a little of each one. If you want some later, just message me and I’ll buy them and send them to you.”
Qin Xiang watched the little girls' reluctant farewell and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
So when she heard her husband urging her from the car, she whispered, "Let them talk a little longer."
Wen Jiu arrived ten minutes later.
Amidst the vast expanse of white snow, a girl carrying a bouquet of pink flowers ran towards them.
Lin Meng lost control of her tears in that instant.
A conversation I had in the hotel suddenly came to mind.
Inside the room, two girls sat on the bed, engrossed in watching a movie playing on television.
Seeing a pair of friends parting ways, Lin Meng couldn't help but say, "Hey, why do they always have to be so dramatic when they part on TV? It's not like they'll never see each other again."
"If it were me, I wouldn't cry. I would definitely send my friend a bouquet of flowers and tell her to cheer up, to be happy even without me by her side."
...
Tears fell on my face, stinging like knives when the wind blew them down.
Especially when the girl's words "Cheer up" rang in her ears, Lin Meng felt a pang of heartache.
*
Amidst the wind and snow, the girl's voice, feigning cheerfulness, rang out: "Then I'm off!"
"good."
Lin Meng lifted her foot to walk towards the car, but just before getting in, she suddenly turned around, handed the flowers to her mother next to her, and then rushed towards Wen Jiu in the middle.
She hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Classmate."
"Um."
"Remember that you were great."
*
The car slowly drove away from the city, but just a second before entering the highway, outside the car window, thousands of fireworks burst into bloom on the distant high-rise buildings.
At the same time, a message notification popped up on Lin Meng's phone in her palm.
"May our Mengmeng always be happy!"
*
The second semester of the junior year went by quickly. As soon as school started, teachers of all subjects began to catch up on the schedule so that they could fully enter the review stage as soon as the senior year started.
Wen Jiu's life was much the same as before, except that the energetic figure was no longer by her side.
The day after Lin Meng left, she received a package.
The girl wrote her dozens of letters and folded a box full of stars.
Each star contains a message when opened.
Sometimes it's very simple: "Hey deskmate, what are you doing?"
Sometimes it's: "You're so pretty, my deskmate."
Also: Take a break when you're tired, don't study for too long.
...
Have you been secretly thinking about me?
"Okay, actually, it's because I missed you."
...
Wen Jiu would unconsciously smile when she saw the note, but sometimes her eyes would get sore from smiling.
And then a gentle voice will sound in your ear.
"What's wrong?"
Hearing the sound, Wen Jiu snapped out of her reverie and turned to meet a concerned gaze.
She was momentarily stunned, as the girl beside her overlapped with the smiling girl with crescent-shaped eyes in her memory.
Not long after Lin Meng transferred schools, another girl transferred to the class. Her name was Xia Shi, and she became Wen Jiu's new deskmate.
Like Lin Meng, the girl was also innocent and kind.
Looking at the person with worried eyes, Wen Jiu smiled and said softly, "It's nothing."
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