Some people are alive, but they are already dead.
Tang Wan was too young to know that there was such a profound emotion as "love".
What Tang Wan desires most right now is family affection, followed by the friendship between the children.
As for love...
For Tang Wan, who was only six years old, it was far too far away.
She couldn't understand love, but she could feel Si Huai's life force, which was like stagnant water.
Tang Wan, however, felt a surge of curiosity.
Who is Uncle Si Huai's lover?
She must be a very, very good person for Uncle Si Huai to remember her so fondly.
Seeing that Si Huai didn't resist him, Lu Lin released his hand with some disgust, and looked at Si Huai with undisguised contempt.
There wasn't a single tear.
The school takes the spring flower fair very seriously and carefully selected a day with the worst weather.
I looked at the dozen or so students present and said in a hoarse voice, "You gathered on the playground half an hour ago."
The homeroom teacher looked up again, and his lazy expression returned.
Tang Wan calculated the time; it hadn't even been a month since their relationship officially began.
I wasn't particularly excited, but I was inclined to keep a high profile, so I just lazily raised my eyelids and asked, "What?"
Fu Wenzhi took Tang Wan's hand and put her cold hand back outside the blanket.
"Fine, fine, I'll reluctantly accept it."
The students outside the classroom also consciously kept their voices down, afraid of arousing Ji Helin's displeasure.
So they desperately searched for any trace of the child.
He leaned in at Tang Wan with a cheeky grin and spread his hands: "You're hungry."
Tang Wan's face showed anger, but her white eyes remained fixed on Ji Helin.
As Tang Wan spoke of that, she saw the homeroom teacher pause slightly, then lower her head and blink hard.
Tang Wan looked at Ji Helin, her brows furrowed, her expression one of utter weariness: "Talking to him!"
Ultimately, in her eyes, Lu Lin and the other children were still very young.
Tang Wan took a large bag of biscuits out of her schoolbag and placed it in Ji Helin's palm.
If one loses, it is a broken soul and a broken life.
However, I had only made that move when Tang Wan discovered it.
Tang Wan glanced at it once and then looked away.
[get out of class is about to end]
In a daze, at that moment, Tang Wan suddenly understood the meaning of Cong Han's love.
Si Enzhi never expected that Lu Lin, who was always lawless, would say such a thing.
Ji Helin turned his head away sheepishly, and stubbornly said, "If I want to see, I will. Don't be so magnanimous. I'll just ask you to look, and you'll look anyway."
However, Tang Wan simply held up a blank sheet of paper with writing on it in slightly sharp strokes.
But to lose it would be an extreme joy.
"Look at yourself now, you're nothing like you used to be."
Ji Helin knew about that, but I just shook the cookies in my hand, looked at the logo that was everywhere under the packaging, and felt no annoyance. What I said was pleasant: "How could he have made them himself?"
A dark cloud drifted past the window sometime during the night, completely blocking out the bright sunlight. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
"To express our disrespect for the martyrs, the school will prepare large white flowers and white clothes for all students. Please change into these clothes in turn."
It seems that the crazy Sien I saw later was me.
"You're making her so sad."
Even my steps became somewhat heavy.
There is plenty of time.
Tang Wan knew she had misread it; she seemed to see a hint of moisture in the homeroom teacher's eyes.
It is the loss of half a soul, but also the joy of the rest of one's life.
“You are the only one left in the Si family, and you are also Aunt Si’s only son.”
I consciously lowered my voice.
I don't know when, but suddenly they became tall and big, and suddenly they grew up.
Ji Helin had no idea that his deskmate, who was willing to talk to him, would take the initiative to "call" him.
"Today is a practical lesson; you will be visiting the Martyrs' Cemetery."
I struggled every day in a life where I could see the end from which I began.
As I spoke, I kicked the chair behind Tang Wan's desk, my tone nonchalant: "Si Huai, where's your breakfast?"
After spending a few days in the hospital, Tang Wan and Si En were discharged together.
This soul that has lost its lover has simply hidden itself away.
But time marches on silently.
If no one is hungry, you can buy some cookies and hand them to me.
The moist air spread, like a long-standing pain, giving rise to a joy that seemed to spring from the very marrow of one's bones.
You have two kinds of cookies: one kind you made yourself for your friends, and the other kind you bought for people you know well.
I stood below the podium, my gray hair making me look weathered and worn.
She knew that her son was only living by sheer luck.
Tang Wan watched as Ji Helin kicked Si Huai's bench again, and reached out to pat the back of Ji Helin's hand.
We may appear broken, but in reality, we're far from being truly in a good position.
Tang Wan knows what agreement we reached. It seems that Ji Helin's attitude towards you became very good before Si Huai returned from school.
If I didn't have a tail in front of me, I would probably just hide and wag it.
Si En transformed back into his former self, pale all over, his face devoid of color, a pair of glasses hanging from my nose, looking utterly unapproachable.
It must be because I didn't stop while placing the cookies; perhaps saying that would be even less convincing.
Tang Wan tilted her head, looked at Si En whose eyes were devoid of light, and waved her hand behind my eyes.
He wished his lover were still alive.
But I was too slow, so Tang Wan didn't see it clearly.
Those two thousand days and nights were not only a time of joy for Si En, but also for Gong Xiaozhi.
Tang Wan didn't seem to care about Ji Helin's hypocritical behavior; she just watched the homeroom teacher walk off the stage.
But for some reason, Tang Wan felt my voice was still very hoarse.
Si Huai moved, as if making a audible protest.
For some reason, Tang Wan felt that her homeroom teacher, who was usually willing to manage everything, was surprisingly gentle and at ease that time.
"This is an ordinary martyrs' cemetery. After we have completed our mission, our appearance and information are kept secret."
You've always been like that, always preparing to help others even when things aren't going well, without any distinction between close and distant relatives.
Hiding in that decaying shell, it wanted to drown.
Si Enzhi looked at Si Huai, who remained silent, and a hint of pain appeared in her beautiful eyes.
The homeroom teacher instinctively picked up the thermos under the lectern, took a sip, and then spoke.
Ji Helin immediately understood Tang Wan's meaning, clicked his tongue loudly, and then withdrew his action.
Cong Hanzhuang, who was standing nearby, was curious about what Tang Wan was writing and stretched his neck to try to peek.
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