Chapter 7: Hurricane rain spread on the glass, along with the secret love...
"I was the one who taught her to dance the prophet dance. Didn't she lose to me?"
Jin Yunyan glanced at him and asked, "How did you lose the last game? Have you forgotten so quickly?"
“You are…”
The teenagers started playing and the courtyard was filled with laughter. The surroundings were so noisy, and there was a hint of indescribable ambiguity in the air.
After playing until dusk, Bo Xia went home with a few classmates who were going the same way. She was at the end, pushing her bicycle, and heard the people in front of her joking and laughing unrestrainedly.
The sunset that day was beautiful. Large patches of orange clouds were spread across the sky not far away. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the street lights not far away slowly lit up.
Bo Xia watched quietly, feeling for a moment that the world was beautiful. The road was so long, and she so hoped it would have no end.
When she returned home, she heard laughter from inside. Bo Xia bent down to change her shoes. Hearing this sound, she knew that her mother, who usually accompanied her to junior high school, had returned with her sister. She stood at the entrance and saw the three of them talking and laughing.
Bo Xia was stunned and dazed for a moment, suddenly feeling like an uninvited guest who broke into this house.
It seemed like she shouldn't be here at this moment.
At that moment, even Bo Xia herself didn't know why she felt this way. She even felt fortunate that her parents still had a sister. Maybe one day, she could become a free bird and fly away from here.
Her mother saw her first and started to scold her: "Where have you been playing? You've been hanging out all day long instead of coming home. Why didn't you wait until we finished eating before coming back?"
From childhood to adulthood, Bo Xia rarely had time to go out and play by herself. Her mother always controlled her. It was unsafe for her to go out when she was young, and when she grew up, she had to take care of her younger sister. Now, it seems that controlling her has become a habit.
Bo Xia did not refute, but just endured it all silently.
At this time, the mother said something to her sister, but her sister's personality was completely different from hers. After hearing it, she immediately retorted, leaving her mother speechless.
Bo Xia suddenly felt a little envious of such a sister. How could she be so unscrupulous and dare to say anything?
Why, she was the only one who always felt like she was living under someone else's roof.
She sat at the dining table and ate her meal out of place with them, and suddenly she remembered that today at Zhou Suiye's house, Zhou Suiye was different from her. He didn't call her the unfamiliar mother but "Mom", and his mother didn't call him by his name, they looked so close.
Bo Xia was a little dazed, and it was even a shock to her when she was young, because she had never thought that a child could be so close to their parents.
She thought that all children in the world were independent, and that all parent-child relationships in the world were alienated.
The rice in front of her was mostly gone, and she wanted to grab the last chicken leg on the plate, but was stopped by her sister next to her. She had been raised to be a willful person since she was a child, and the other party said arrogantly, "I want to eat it."
Before Bo Xia could express her opinion, she heard her mother say, "She's your sister, can't you just give in to her?"
She let go of her chopsticks, and the people next to her didn't think she was great, but instead made faces at her like a winner.
Bo Xia had no appetite for this meal. After taking two bites, she returned to her room amidst condemning remarks such as "You only eat one bowl of rice." She opened her diary, which she hadn't written in for several days, and wrote only two words on it: Grow up.
Adults always say that everything will be better when you grow up, so it will be better in the future, right?
The holiday is long yet short, and the group is full of excitement. Some are eager to copy homework, while others, like Wen Xin, are not in a hurry and are still reading comics until the very end.
After finishing her homework, Bo Xia glanced at the books on the table. This was the first time in her life that she overestimated herself and thought she could be self-disciplined during the holidays, so she took the trouble to carry a pile of books back home.
Hearing the nagging of people outside, Bo Xia thought of the messy sofa and hurried out to tidy up her clothes.
A blue corner of the pile of clothes was revealed, and it looked like one of them obviously did not belong to Bo Xia. When her mother glanced at it and was about to ask her, she quickly put up her hand to cover it.
"Why don't you remember you have this dress?"
She looked guilty, and after a moment she pretended to be calm: "It was a coat that a friend lent me. I washed it and returned it to her."
The other party stopped asking questions and after a while asked about her grades: "You used to be in the top few in junior high school. How come you dropped so much in high school? You only scored over 80 in physics."
She could have explained that high school questions were simply not on the same level as middle school questions. Middle school questions were easy to understand, but high school was clearly different. Not to mention that Nan'an No. 1 Middle School was never short of geniuses. But she opened her mouth but didn't say anything, instead returning to her bedroom under the pretext of putting away some clothes.
A week's vacation is neither long nor short.
It rained lightly on the school day, so Bo Xia got up early to go to school. After buying breakfast, he came to the empty classroom. There was no one sitting in the seat. The blackboard newspaper had been drawn with the Great Wall and auspicious clouds, and the words "Happy National Day" were written in the middle.
She found Jin Yunyan's seat and put the bag containing her coat into his desk drawer like a thief.
Just as Bo Xia was about to leave, she accidentally took out several pink love letters from inside. She couldn't describe her feelings. Such an outstanding person was destined to be liked by many people.
She picked up the love letter in a panic, fearing that someone would come and see this scene and misunderstand something.
Just as she feared, it came true. She heard a sound in the corridor and when she looked up, her eyes met Zhou Suiye's.
He was tall, and the blue and white school uniform he wore gave him a somewhat bohemian air, totally unlike the person he had described himself to be that day.
Zhou Suiye raised his eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
Before he could open his mouth to question her, Bo Xia explained guiltily, "Don't get me wrong, this isn't a love letter I wrote."
Zhou Suiye had always had a high emotional intelligence and never embarrassed others; otherwise, he wouldn't be so popular. He followed Bo Xia's lead and even came up with an excuse for her: "I know. Someone put it in my deskmate's drawer and you just happened to push it onto the floor."
Bo Xia: “…”
She felt a little helpless: "I really dropped it by accident."
He acted as if he hadn't heard her and glanced at the breakfast in her hand: "What are you eating? Give me one and I'll keep it a secret for you."
“…”
Bo Xia was a little angry. Instead of sharing the food with him as Zhou Suiye had expected, she chased him out and insisted on arguing with him.
Zhou Suiye subconsciously thought she was going to teach him a lesson, so he ran down the corridor. When other students came to class, they saw the two of them playing around and inexplicably thought they were flirting.
Bo Xia was so angry that her face puffed up. After hearing him admit defeat and say that he was wrong, she let it go and raised her hand to share a bag of steamed dumplings from breakfast with him.
Zhou Suiye was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that she would share breakfast with him at this moment. After half a second of reaction, he accepted her gift without any psychological burden. He even caught a glimpse of his deskmate and called him, "Ayan, eat some buns."
The owner of the breakfast was stunned for a moment. She never expected that the thing she gave away unconsciously would end up in Jin Yunyan's hands. The girl was sensitive and a little worried that the other party would not accept it.
But obviously Jin Yunyan didn't think much about it and took the bag he handed over.
Bo Xia was a bit dazed, the words he wanted to say lingered on his lips before he swallowed them back. The man who had just been playing with Zhou Suiye had now become unusually quiet.
Suddenly someone put their arms around her shoulders. Wen Xin, carrying her breakfast, asked the three people standing side by side in confusion, "What are you doing here? Standing there as punishment?"
Zhou Suiye: "Can't you see we're having breakfast?"
"..." Wen Xin was a little surprised. There was indeed a rule in the class that said you couldn't eat breakfast in the classroom, but you didn't have to obey everything the teacher said. "You guys can eat slowly here. I'm going in."
"Wait a minute, what are you holding in your hand?"
Wen Xin took the potato flour and prepared to go in to pollute the classroom environment, but was unfortunately intercepted by the ruthless Zhou Suiye.
Then……
The four of them formed a beautiful scenery, standing together in the corridor and eating breakfast.
Raindrops were pattering down, and through the humid air I could see the senior high school students in the Boya Building opposite working hard at their desks.
Perhaps to cater to the current atmosphere, the campus radio played JJ Lin's "Jiangnan" -
"The wind sticks here.
Stick to the thoughts of passers-by.
The rain here tangles into threads,
Haunting us and lingering in this world.
..."[1]
The morning reading class was no different from any other. Bo Xia took out his English book and memorized some words, but his peripheral vision flickered towards the window next to him.
She saw the boy leaning lazily in his seat, seemingly not noticing the extra coat in the desk drawer.
The sharp-eyed boy sitting behind him saw his desk drawer filled with love letters and teased him, "You have so many love letters, show them to us."
Without waiting for anyone's consent, he bent down and took the things in his desk drawer.
Jin Yunyan is a person with a strong sense of territory. Not only was his space invaded, but the other party obviously had no intention of respecting other people's privacy. He even wanted to open the love letter to see who wrote it so that he could make fun of these girls.
He leaned sideways, his expression indifferent: "Did you get my consent?"
Jin Yunyan rarely behaved like this. He wasn't angry, but rather had a powerful aura that made it impossible to offend him. Zhou Suiye, standing next to him, raised his hand and gave the boy a gentle slap, a warning and a joke. "Put it back! Why are you like this? No one has ever written you a love letter."
The item was put back, but Jin Yunyan only glanced at it lightly, without any intention of opening it. His hand finally touched the coat that the girl had returned, but his eyes did not show any fluctuations, and he did not even notice that there was an unsigned thank you note inside.
With a sound of dripping, the raindrops spread on the glass, soaking the secret love as well.
Bo Xia withdrew his gaze.
Yes, how could he know that the smallest thing he did unintentionally would be like a butterfly flapping its wings, causing a hurricane in her world.
When she came to her senses again, she found that she seemed to be still memorizing the first word. Bo Xia took out a pen and paper and wrote down the English word, memorizing it while reading it. It is easier to remember words using phonetic symbols. This is what the English teacher told them.
As she was writing, Jin Yunyan's name suddenly appeared on the white draft paper. Wen Xin happened to glance at her. She was startled and hurriedly circled the name with a black pen until it turned black.
Wen Xin leaned on her shoulder and acted coquettishly: "Xia Xia, memorizing words is too difficult."
She thought of a line and couldn't help but recite it: "I want the foreigners to die."
Bo Xia couldn't help laughing.
As for the secret on the draft paper, only the wind passing through the classroom knows it.
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