Tang Xingfei's pace was very fast, and he was almost running.
Although Yu Lin said that it had been a while, that person might have passed away; although there were many people in this world who liked to cosplay with white hair and red eyes, they might not be the one he was looking for; although he had waited for four years, at the same time, he never waited for that beautiful transfer student...
Tang Xingfei walked around the entire park and finally became exhausted. He supported himself on his knees and gasped for breath.
My heart kept sinking, sinking into the bottomless water.
Originally he remembered nothing, but the two cufflinks made him dream about everything.
When Tang Xingfei kept the two cufflinks, he imitated the structure of a mechanical dog and installed an extremely tiny device inside, which could not only store memories at any time, but also replay events in the form of dreams.
The original intention was to make Yu Qirong remember, but perhaps due to his physical condition, Yu Qirong's reaction was minimal, but somehow he remembered everything.
He was glad that he held the two cufflinks tightly at that time, but he also felt the pain in his heart every time he woke up from his dream.
Yu Qirong probably doesn't plan to keep him anymore.
His evil thoughts brought disaster upon himself, so this time, Yu Qirong probably won't come into contact with him again and allow evil thoughts to arise again.
He guessed this when he realized that Yu Qirong wanted to turn back time.
But at that moment in his memory, when there was really no transfer student in the class, he was suddenly shocked. It turned out that the thing he feared most had finally become a reality.
Tang Xingfei closed his eyelids. The sound of his heart beating wildly in his chest could not calm him down. Lowering his head and letting the blood flow back was not pleasant either, but it did ease the pain in his heart a little.
He almost never wears short sleeves in the summer. Even when he goes to a hot pot restaurant in the summer, he still wears a long-sleeved shirt.
One was the cufflinks on his shirt, the other was the intricate, shameful marks on his arms.
In the past, the black fog could punish him and use pain to keep him awake; now he was willing to let himself get hurt and let the pain numb his heart.
It's not that he hasn't seen a doctor before, but he has no way of talking about those secret events that he couldn't tell others about. If he did, the doctor might think that in addition to having a tendency to self-harm, he also had delusions.
"Young man, you can't do that. My little granddaughter playing over there knows that you can't lower your head like that after strenuous exercise."
Hearing the old man's voice in his ears, Tang Xingfei opened his eyes and slowly raised his head.
The old man was wearing a white training suit and holding a fiery red fan in his hand. He was probably a member of a health-preserving group that came to the park to practice Tai Chi in the evening. It was not yet time and his friends had not come yet, so he had to wander around.
"Thank you." Tang Xingfei stood up, his breathing calmed down, and the side effects of running gradually disappeared. Only his ears were still buzzing, probably because he lowered his head after the intense exercise.
"Hey, young people, take care of yourself." The old man tapped his leg with the fan bone, "Don't rush, haste makes waste... My little granddaughter is young, so she can play hopscotch. As adults, it's more practical for us to practice Tai Chi."
"Don't you need to look after your little granddaughter?" Tang Xingfei has always found it difficult to deal with old people who like to chat about family matters, so he had to think of a way to get them away.
"My wife is watching!" The old man pointed proudly across the street, "Look, my home is in that neighborhood. They drew a few squares on the ground for hopscotch."
Tang Xingfei rubbed his brows.
"But there are young people who really like to play hopscotch," the old man muttered. "I just came over there. There was a young man who dressed differently from ordinary people and had dyed his hair white. He insisted on joining my granddaughter's hopscotch game. But it also liberated me and my wife. With our old bones, wouldn't they fall apart if we hopped?"
"..." Tang Xingfei trembled all over, and hurriedly pulled the old man who was about to walk away, and his steady voice trembled a little: "Excuse me, where did you say they were dancing?"
Yu Qirong had never participated in this kind of game before. He didn't feel tired at all, nor did he need to use his brain much, but he just felt an inexplicable joy that swept away his loneliness.
After returning, he will organize a big hopscotch competition and invite all researchers to participate!
The little girl took turns dancing with him, and she also designated certain places that were hers exclusively and which she could not go to unless she was allowed to.
Yu Qirong took advantage of his long legs and was able to jump over even if the little girl occupied all the squares.
Therefore, when he turned his back to the grid and decided the ownership, he would secretly release water and throw pebbles outside the grid.
"Haha, brother didn't hit the target again. What bad luck." The little girl looked back at the square she wanted, turned her back, and threw in that direction.
Yu Qirong calmly raised his foot, causing the stone that was about to roll out of the field to stop beside his shoe.
Sure enough, when the little girl turned around to check her results, she had a big smile on her face, "I'm so lucky today!"
His little trick was fine for fooling the little girl, but the little girl's grandmother who was watching from the side could see it clearly. Yu Qirong gave her a kind smile.
He was originally borrowing someone else's territory to play, and if he tried to act better than others in every way, the little girl would definitely be unhappy.
"Okay, since my brother is so unlucky today, I will allow you to borrow my square to jump!" said the little girl with a smile.
"Wow." Yu Qirong pretended to be surprised. "Thank you so much, you are such a kind and beautiful child!"
"Brother...brother is the good-looking one." The little girl looked at Yu Qirong's face and showed a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"But brother is a little tired." Yu Qirong acted embarrassed and pointed to a stone chair on the side, "I want to sit over there."
"Okay. Bye, brother." The little girl nodded understandingly.
Yu Qirong then put on his coat, walked slowly to the stone bench, leaned against the cold surface of the bench, and slowly cooled down his body.
It turns out that the original world before being cut into Lanxi Ghost School is so beautiful. Yu Qirong squinted his eyes and looked at the mottled scenery over there.
As night gradually approached, the street lamps lit up one by one, as did the colorful lights of the shops on the street. If you squint, you can see a continuous stream of lights of different colors.
"……Hello?"
Hearing such a familiar low voice, Yu Qirong paused and actually had the urge to run away.
He opened his eyes and his heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate.
This is Tang Xingfei's voice!
But he doesn't recognize me now.
This thought was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, freezing his originally enthusiastic emotions. He turned his head, his expression as cold as if he were treating a stranger, and raised an eyebrow, "What's the matter?"
Yu Qirong glanced around Tang Xingfei without leaving a trace, and there was no one traveling with him. Fortunately, if he met Tang Xingfei with his boyfriend or girlfriend, he would not be able to control the situation.
"..." Tang Xingfei looked at him with a restrained and calm gaze. Yu Qirong could not see the hidden reefs in the deep sea from the seemingly calm water surface.
Before Yu Qirong wanted to ask again, Tang Xingfei opened his mouth, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his emotions could no longer be concealed.
His lips trembled, and his voice was full of forced calmness, and his tone was almost a request: "Can you write me another love letter? I lost the previous ones."
"..." Yu Qirong sat there in a daze. He realized something and subconsciously curled his fingers into a ball, pulling his pockets tightly.
It was not until Tang Xingfei almost thought that Yu Qirong was going to refuse that he smiled and replied, "Of course, and don't worry, the recipient of every love letter of mine will only be you."
"To: Tang Xingfei."
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