Chapter 26 I Don't Want to Talk to Him Again
Episode 26 I don't want to talk to him anymore
“…”
Come to think of it, I'm not familiar with An Qingyan either.
He was originally a student in the class next door. He was gentle and introverted and very popular.
I remember him, not only because I knew he was a teammate of the future comic protagonist, but also because his name was always next to mine during award ceremonies. Due to heart problems, he was always absent due to poor health. We only met a few times occasionally, but we didn't talk. On the stage, in full view of everyone, it would be even more impossible for me to whisper to him.
I always have a vague memory of how the teammates of the comic's protagonist Fu Lin met and how they gradually became acquaintances. In my impression, we all suddenly become members of a social circle at a certain period of time. This is certainly not to say that there was any unexpected magic or system operation involved. It was just that there wasn't much that was impressive during the process of getting familiar with each other, and I didn't pay special attention to the changes in the two people at the time.
Despite this, my impression of An Qingyan was unexpectedly deep.
We all went to boarding school. After dinner at 5:30 and before evening self-study at 7:00, most students would go back to the dormitory to lie down for a while, or take a shower, or prepare some special meals for themselves. Some people will go to the playground. Only a small number of people will go back to the classroom directly after finishing their meal.
That day, as soon as I finished dinner, I went back to the classroom.
Because I borrowed a copy of Audubon's Bird Bible from the library, which is a very beautiful bird atlas. For a long time, whenever I felt bored, I would borrow that book and then trace the illustrations in the book one by one. I even drew several notebooks of exercises, some of which were taken by the art teacher at school to decorate a corner of the classroom. At that time, I didn't expect that these unintentional exercises would lay a solid foundation for me to learn human skeleton drawing.
However, these are not the point.
The point is, when I returned to the classroom on the sixth floor that day, I found that in the empty stairwell, in front of me was An Qingyan, who was all alone.
His stature stands out among high school students, and even if he wears a very ordinary sportswear-style school uniform, he can still create a scholarly vibe. The elastic design of the cuffs and the wide hem did not weaken his composure. Instead, his steps revealed a quiet and bookish calmness that easily attracted other people's attention.
Nothing actually happened that day.
It was just because I, who suffers from social anxiety, suddenly found a strange acquaintance appearing in the huge stairwell, and I began to feel inexplicably nervous.
Not sure what other people think?
Normally, when I am in a large environment full of people, or even when giving a speech in public, I don’t find it scary at all. However, when I am thrown into a quiet space with another person around, my whole body will subconsciously tense up.
I just want to escape from this space.
However, I happened to be six or seven steps behind him, at a distance where he could easily spot me as soon as he turned his head. I was very anxious at the time. If I was found out that I was deliberately avoiding him, people would think I hated him.
But I really don't want to talk to him.
So, I tried to slow down. As soon as I reached the corner, I stopped and looked up at the sky, pretending that the sky under the sunset was so gorgeous, so colorful, and so romantic that it completely fascinated me, making me unable to extricate myself and unwilling to look away. I counted silently in my heart, thinking that he should have gone far away, and then I took two steps at a time, quickly went upstairs and walked towards the classroom.
Who would have thought that just as we reached the intersection of the floors, An Qingyan suddenly turned around and walked down two or three steps, holding the handrail, and gently greeted me, "Hi."
“…Hello.” I responded dryly.
At this time, what else can I say except "hello"?
Could it still be "Have you eaten yet?"
An Qingyan had no idea how devastated I was inside. She just smiled and went straight upstairs without saying anything more.
At that moment, I just felt that I was a fool for following him silently. After that, I didn't want to use that staircase for a long time. I deliberately took a long detour, preferring to go further away rather than meet him again.
However, my first impression of him was good.
I originally thought he was a very distant person, but I didn't expect him to take the initiative to show friendliness, which made me feel that he is a very warm person. Later, his health improved and he gradually increased the frequency of his classes, and I saw him more often. But we never spoke actively, and most of the time we just nodded in greeting.
When we went to the same university, he chose the philosophy department. I went to audit the classes taught by them, and he gave up the seat next to me. That's when we became familiar with each other.
…
How to say it?
This probably means that I am not familiar with him.
What kind of person is he?
I know nothing about it.
Returning to the seaside shop, An Qingyan's scrutinizing gaze fell on me.
I found that during this period of time, from encountering Fu Lin's version of Shang Hexing to repeatedly concealing my identity, I have become somewhat familiar with the dilemma of being suspected.
As long as you are not really caught, these small problems can be easily transformed.
As we all know, between objective problems and emotional problems that bother people, the latter are the least worth mentioning for rational people.
So I just leaned against the wall a little and adjusted my posture.
The round stool has no back, so if you lean back you might lose your balance.
I simply leaned my back against the wall, casually assumed a lazy posture, and said casually, "I didn't get a good rest for a day and a night, and I'm a little tired."
An Qingyan really didn't take my tiredness seriously, "This isn't the first time you've said that."
His tone was relaxed, yet a little critical, "You always say you're tired."
As a top student in the philosophy department, he understood the trap of "appealing to emotions" better than I did. He completely ignored my complaints and would not even offer any sympathy or concessions. Just let the facts run through.
Seeing that he didn't respond to my question smoothly, I responded casually, "I thought you didn't listen at all. I thought that if you talk about it every time, at least you will listen to it at least once, right?"
An Qingyan did not respond to my words, but just continued at his own pace: "Back then, the train plan had already been prepared when they proposed to leave. It would be a waste if it is not used now. You take Shanghexing to the train."
My ears moved at the last sentence, and I looked at him, "What do you want to do?"
“I just said don’t waste it.”
I feel that An Qingyan in front of me is just like the person on the screen, with a familiar face but speaking unfamiliar words.
"When the train passes the cross-sea bridge, if the speed is less than 250 kilometers per hour, it will explode." An Qingyan said slowly, "We just need to bring Shang Hexing to the train, and Fu Lin will naturally follow him."
I feel like this is a plot line, similar to the setting where if the protagonist leaves the main city of Anubis in the comics, he will encounter misfortune.
After Fu Lin is blown up, what should we do with the rest of the people?
I naturally couldn't ask directly, so I tapped my fingers on the table, "When are you going to do this? Shang Hexing is just about to tell me the permission password. How many days can you wait?"
An Qingyan looked at me and didn't care about what I said, "Do you believe he will tell it?"
"He started bargaining these past two days." I turned my head and raised my finger in the air. "If he hadn't been prepared, he wouldn't have had to ask for the price."
As soon as these words came out, An Qingyan's originally calm expression was filled with a hint of surprise and doubt. She smiled habitually, but without any extra warmth, "After not seeing him for a week, he has become more flexible..."
An Qingyan thought for a moment and said, "It seems like I've suffered a lot."
"After all, if he doesn't speak up, he'll die." I continued in a low voice, "If you don't want to speak up, the organization has already said not to keep him any longer, lest he give him a chance to escape or be rescued."
An Qingyan did not respond to my question, but instead fell into a brief memory.
In these few short seconds, I quickly recalled what I had said wrong. Sure enough, I made the mistake of talking too much.
The latter sentence made me hesitate to continue speaking for the time being.
An Qingyan said coldly: "Speaking of which, Fu Lin has become much colder and harder."
I don't dare to respond casually now.
"His social status is not much different from before, but as long as we are not face to face, you can feel that he is subtly out of shape."
I said, I don’t understand.
"It's none of my business."
An Qingyan fell into his own thoughts, "Generally speaking, people will instinctively resist things they hate. This is the same as liking something."
The little pigeon next to me had begun to feel bored with our boring conversation, and its head was turning around. Within a few seconds, it started to stare at my sandwich again, walking quickly with its little feet, stretching its head to think about how to eat it. I subconsciously pulled the edge of the bread for it. After the pigeon grabbed a corner of the bread, it raised its head and pulled it back hard, and its claws couldn't help but tighten.
This little pigeon is a little too greedy.
I couldn't help but find it funny, but I couldn't let anyone see me, so I had to keep a straight face.
I don’t know how long An Qingyan was silent. When I looked up, he stared at me straight, as if he wanted to see through my soul. His tone was flat, “…It’s also difficult for people to control their favorite emotions and expressions.”
After hearing this, alarm bells started ringing in my heart.
Am I going to be discovered?! ?
But our faces are different, and our personalities are different...
Is An Qingyan so perceptive?
Once ("Fu Lin"), again ("Shang Hexing"), and again ("Li Ma Li"), you realize that something is wrong with the people around you?
I felt suffocated.
An Qingyan said coldly: "Although your last name is also Li, you should not learn from that person and like birds. This is disgusting..."
At that moment, I felt that a place in my heart was silently broken.
What? It turns out that An Qingyan has always thought that I, Li Zhi, am disgusting...
I will never talk to him again!
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