Chapter 142 Decayed Flowers
Some people are alive, but they are already dead.
Tang Wan was so young that she had no idea that people could have such a profound emotion called "love".
Family love is what Tang Guan wants most at the moment, followed by friendship between children.
As for love...
For Tang Wan, who was only six years old, it was too far.
She couldn't understand love, but she could feel Si Huai's vitality like stagnant water.
Tang Wan felt a little curious.
Who is Uncle Si Huai's lover?
She must be a very good person, which is why Uncle Si Huai can't forget her so much.
Seeing that Si Huai didn't resist him, Lu Lin let go of his hand with some disgust, and looked at Si Huai with unconcealable contempt.
"Look at how you look now. You're nothing like you were before."
"You are the only one in the Si family, and Aunt Si only has you as her son."
"You must be so sad for her."
Si Enzhi didn't expect that Lu Lin, who has always been lawless, would say such a thing.
After all, in her eyes, children like Lu Lin are still very young.
But the years are passing silently.
I don’t know when, they suddenly became tall and grew up.
Si Enzhi looked at Si Huai who was silent, and there was some pain in her beautiful eyes.
She knew that her son was only alive by luck.
He wished his lover was still alive.
So I tried my best to find the child.
During these two thousand days and nights, not only Si Huai was suffering, but Si Enzhi was also suffering.
They still look intact, but in fact, they are broken into pieces.
Tang Wan tilted her head, looked at Si Huai, whose eyes were dull, and stretched out her hand to wave in front of his eyes.
In the end, only Fu Wenzhi held Tang Wan's hand and put Tang Wan's cold little hand back into the quilt.
I don't know when a dark cloud floated past the window, completely blocking out the bright sunshine. It was so dark and oppressive that it made people feel breathless.
The humid air was spreading, like a long-standing pain, causing people to feel pain growing from the bone marrow.
In a trance, at this moment, Tang Wan suddenly understood the meaning of Si Huai's love.
If you have it, then you will have a complete soul and a complete life.
But if you lose it, it will be extremely painful.
It is the lost half of a soul and the rest of a life of pain.
He struggled day by day in a life that he could see the end of.
After staying in the hospital for a few days, Tang Guan and Si Huai were discharged together.
Si Huai became his old self again, pale all over, with no blood on his face, and a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat unkind.
It seemed that the crazy Si Huai he had seen before was not him.
Tang Wan only took a glance and then looked away.
The soul that lost its lover is just hiding.
Hiding under this rotten body, wanting to drown.
The school attaches great importance to the spring flower show and carefully selects a day with the best weather.
Tang Guan calculated the time and found that there was still more than a month before the official start.
There is plenty of time.
Ji Helin, who was standing by, was curious about what Tang Wan was writing, so he stretched his neck to take a peek.
However, he had just made this move when he was discovered by Tang Wan.
There was no sign of anger on Tang Wan's face, but her black eyes were always looking at Ji Helin.
Ji Helin turned his head awkwardly and said stubbornly, "If you don't want to see it, then don't. You're so stingy. Even if you beg me to see it, I won't even look at it."
As he spoke, he stretched out his foot and kicked the stool at the table in front of Tang Wan, and said lazily: "Gong Xiao, where is my breakfast?"
Tang Wan didn’t know what agreement they had reached. It seemed that since Gong Xiao came back to school, Ji Helin’s attitude towards her had become very bad.
Gong Xiao didn't move, as if she was silently resisting.
Tang Wan looked at Ji Helin and frowned, looking extremely bored: "I'm talking to you!"
His voice unconsciously became louder.
The classmates in the class also subconsciously lowered their voices, fearing that they would cause Ji Helin's dissatisfaction.
Tang Wan saw Ji Helin kicking Gong Xiao on the bench again, and reached out to pat the back of Ji Helin's hand.
Ji Helin didn't expect that this classmate who was unwilling to pay attention to him would take the initiative to "call" him.
He was a little excited, but he didn't want to lower himself too much, so he just raised his eyelids lazily and asked, "What?"
But if he had a tail, it would probably be shaking uncontrollably.
However, Tang Guan just held up a piece of white paper with words written on it with slightly sharp strokes.
[It's time for class]
Ji Helin immediately understood what Tang Wan meant, clicked his tongue softly, and then retracted his action.
Finally, he came to Tang Wan in a frivolous manner and spread out his hands: "I'm hungry."
Tang Wan took out a pack of biscuits from her schoolbag and put it in Ji Helin's hand.
She has two kinds of cookies, one she makes for her friends, and the other she buys for people she doesn't know well.
If anyone was hungry, she would buy cookies and give them to him.
She has always been like this, ready to help others, but also differentiating between close and distant relatives.
Ji Helin didn't know what was going on. He just shook the biscuit in his hand and looked at the logo that could be seen everywhere on the packaging. He felt a little irritated and said something unpleasant: "Why didn't you make it yourself?"
"Never mind, just accept it reluctantly."
If he hadn't paused to put the biscuit down, perhaps this statement would have been more convincing.
Tang Wan didn't care about Ji Helin's hypocritical look, and just watched the head teacher walk onto the stage.
For some reason, Tang Wan felt that the head teacher, who had always been unwilling to take care of anything, was particularly heavy-hearted this time.
Even his footsteps became a little heavy.
He stood on the podium, his gray hair making him look particularly old.
The head teacher subconsciously picked up the thermos cup on the desk and took a sip before speaking.
But for some reason, Tang Wan felt that his voice was still very hoarse.
"Today is a practical class, and we are going to visit the Martyrs' Cemetery."
"It's a special martyrs' cemetery. Their appearance and information are kept secret until they complete their mission."
"To show respect for the martyrs, the school will prepare white flowers and black clothes for all students. Please change into your clothes in turn."
Having said that, Tang Wan saw the head teacher pause slightly, then lowered his head and blinked fiercely.
Tang Wan didn’t know if she was seeing things, but she seemed to see a hint of moisture in the head teacher’s eyes.
It's a bit like tears.
But his movements were too fast, so Tang Wan didn't see clearly.
The head teacher looked up again and became lazy again.
He looked at the dozen or so students present and said in a hoarse voice, "We'll gather in the playground in half an hour."
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