Chapter 18: All the grand events in my bitter youth are related to you.
Jin Yunyan was on his way home when he received a call from Zhou Suiye, feeling somewhat baffled: "Did you try to defraud minors out of tuition fees?"
"Is this who I am in your mind?"
The voice on the other end of the phone answered without hesitation: "Yes."
"That's right," Zhou Suiye chuckled, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Our Young Master Jin is a very capable person. He already completed his high school curriculum on his own. There's no way he'd condescend to take notes."
Jin Yunyan was too lazy to pay attention to him and hung up the phone directly.
But after a while, the physics notes that the genius had made up on the spur of the moment appeared on Bo Xia's desk. At first, Bo Xia thought it was someone else's misplaced belongings, and when he asked his classmates, they all said they had no idea.
She opened the first page and her eyelids twitched when she saw the familiar font.
Bo Xia couldn't remember how many times he had secretly copied this font, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never quite capture that person's charm.
Her ears were buzzing, and she subconsciously glanced in Jin Yunyan's direction. Was this a gift from him?
If it hadn't been sent by Jin Yunyan, the note wouldn't have been on her desk. But in truth, they didn't have much contact, only occasionally traveling together. In fact, Jin Yunyan had rarely ever called her by name.
But now the gift she never dared to ask for was placed in front of her, making her suspect that this was just an illusory dream, as if she would wake up from the dream if she pinched herself a little.
Everything in front of my eyes even became a little blurry, and the things happening around me were covered with a veil, and I couldn't see clearly no matter how hard I looked.
She didn't dare put their names together, but she couldn't help but imagine that maybe he had noticed her quiet self in the corner, noticed that she went to the rooftop because she was in a bad mood, noticed that she didn't perform well in the physics exam this time...
That kind of paranoia is almost incurable, like an inextinguishable weed spreading wildly in the wilderness.
Bo Xia felt a little dizzy for a moment, and even after diligently working on several exams, she couldn't calm down. She had been very motivated to study those days and seemed happier than usual, so much so that even Wen Xin noticed something was wrong.
"Xia Xia, are you so happy that you won the lottery?"
It seemed that this metaphor was not inappropriate. She said restrainedly that it was not, but it was just that it was sunny these days, so she was in a better mood.
"Really?" Wen Xin looked at her suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong with her.
Bo Xia hadn't intended to hide the deepest secret from her, but she just didn't know how to start. What should she say? Was she in love with Jin Yunyan? Anyway, she had to have some clue about it first.
When she got no response, Wen Xin said, "Okay."
As Christmas approaches, the school becomes lively again. Actually, there is nothing great about this festival, but this kind of ceremonial day is always an opportunity for many friends or lovers to express their feelings.
Wen Xin didn't ask her about her private affairs, but just took her to a boutique to buy gifts. The exquisite and small store was filled with all kinds of beautiful small ornaments, which were so dazzling that it made people dazzled.
Bo Xia picked up one of the crystal balls and shook it, and white snowflakes immediately floated out of the transparent sphere.
She couldn't help but smile as she looked at the snowflakes. It would be great if this world could just snow whenever it wanted. It hadn't snowed in Nan'an City for a long time.
On the way back, Wen Xin gossiped with her, saying that someone in the class was going to confess to someone during Christmas, someone in the class next door was going to knit a scarf for someone in their class, and a grown boy was learning crochet from the owner of a boutique.
It seems that everyone has a childish memory in their youth, which is a bit clumsy and reckless and will not turn back until they hit the wall.
So Bo Xia decided to write a confession letter, too. After studying late into the night, she lit the dim desk lamp and, after writing just the beginning, couldn't write a single word. What should she say? What could she say to dispel her frivolousness and pettiness, to show that her feelings were different from others'?
But Bo Xia didn't know at that time that they were all the same.
Just as a temple, even if it is desolate, is still an altar, and a statue, even if it collapses, is still a god, sometimes people cannot distinguish between the person they love and the passion they give to that person. [1] They were all too young, so the line between affection and love was blurred, and in the end, it became a subject that they themselves could not understand.
Bo Xia thought for a long time before writing the first line with her fountain pen, so solemnly, as if she were writing some kind of oath. Even his name made her pen tip feel hot. She suddenly felt that this love letter, which she had never written before, was even more difficult to write than the essay she had submitted to her teacher for a competition a while ago.
She wrote it many times, but still felt dissatisfied in the end. However, it didn't really matter. She hadn't mustered up the courage to send it out, so the content of the letter was relatively casual.
"I can't tell you when it all started, but you left a special mark in my life. At first, I was just naturally attracted to you, until one day, whenever you were around, my eyes would always fall on you; whenever something related to you, I would always think of you; when others read out your name, I would look up before you did, and I knew that this mark would be difficult to erase.
Liking someone is truly illogical. It's like a proof problem with no clear answer. The question is obvious, but the process is difficult to unravel. If I had to say, the first thing I'd write about would be the coat you handed me. Then, naturally, I fell in love with your kindness, your aloofness, the ease with which you handled everything, the sight of you gleaming from a height. Liking you is like liking another version of myself I'd like to be.
But you are so dazzling, so dazzling that I dare not tell the secret.
Otherwise you will know that the me in that other world that is so silent in your eyes, all the grandeur of her youth is related to you."
Bo Xia felt that it was hypocritical, so she put the letter paper away and pressed it into her diary. She couldn't help but wonder, so how did those who wrote love letters to him write, and what was he thinking in his heart?
She had received love letters before, but those superficial and templated words could never make her understand what love was.
The envelope remained there until Christmas Day. She prepared a few apples wrapped in colorful cellophane and secretly stuffed them into her friend's desk drawer. The letter was not delivered. She was filled with too much hesitation, which filled her heart.
The last apple was given to Jin Yunyan. When she delivered it, she found that his desk drawer was already full. She suddenly felt like she was just one of these people, without even a place to stand.
But in the end, she still managed to stuff the apple and the greeting card into the empty space.
Just as he returned to his seat, he heard a noise outside. Jin Yunyan and Zhou Suiye were walking in front, and Shen Ran was spinning a ball behind them. Zhou Suiye reminded him somewhat unnaturally: "Put your precious basketball away. I'll show you what you can do when I take it to Old Fu later."
Bo Xia quietly glanced in his direction to see if he had noticed the gift she had given him, but Jin Yunyan's face was just one of habit. Instead, Zhou Suiye, who was sitting next to him, noticed: "Who gave me this apple?"
He opened it and saw the handwriting: "Oh, it's from Bo Xiaoxia."
Just collect it, I don’t know why you are talking so loudly.
Fortunately, there were not many people in the classroom at that time. Bo Xia lowered his head and pretended to be doing homework, continuing to play the ostrich.
Zhou Suiye was about to make a joke, but suddenly something occurred to him. He had indeed forgotten to avoid suspicion for a long time, and couldn't help but whispered, "She doesn't really like me, does she?"
These words fell into Jin Yunyan's ears without missing a word, causing him to smile successfully.
Bo Xia, who was sitting a few rows away, had no idea what he was thinking about. Sometimes he was doing questions, sometimes he was daydreaming. Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of her. She raised her eyes and saw Zhou Suiye's knowing eyes: "Bo Xia, you check my space every day, and when you have nothing to do, you look in my direction. Now you even send me apples. Could you be..."
Her chest heaved up and down, and even her breathing became uneven, for she was afraid that he would reveal her secret in the next second.
Who knew the other person's next sentence would be: "Do you like me?"
"ah?"
Bo Xia's expression of shock seemed frozen, even her long eyelashes stopped trembling. How could she explain that she was looking at his space because she couldn't afford a Yellow Diamond membership and was afraid that Jin Yunyan would see her visitor history, so she was spying on someone else through his space? Or how could she explain that she wasn't looking at him?
"Well," she could only look at him awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I really don't like you."
Shen Ran in the back row couldn't help but laugh. Why did someone's explanation sound like they were rejecting someone else's confession? He couldn't help but cheer: "Brother Zhou, let's just forget it. If she doesn't like you, don't bother her anymore."
Bo Xia glanced at Zhou Suiye and added cautiously, "What you just said was all coincidence. If you think what I said is unbelievable, I can swear that if I liked you, I would not have passed the exam..."
"Stop," Zhou Suiye was furious. "Do you really need to swear such a poisonous oath? Is liking me so terrible? I even begged you to get the notes from our brother Jin a while ago, but you gave it to that ungrateful bastard."
Jin Yunyan just watched this farce from the side and even chuckled.
Suddenly, she heard a slight buzzing in her ears. She had just been debating whether to send him that confession letter. Perhaps she was truly unique to him? Perhaps… perhaps even the can of untold candy would have a sweet taste.
But at this moment, that glimmer of hope was torn to pieces.
Bo Xia opened her lips and heard herself ask, "Did you ask for that?"
"What else? Do you think the God of Learning notebooks will just drop from the sky?"
Zhou Suiye continued to talk, but she didn't hear a single word. The confession letter in the desk drawer was clenched tightly, and several wrinkles appeared. Later, the letter was sealed in a corner, never to see the light of day again.
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