Chapter 6 must be launched with overwhelming force, determined to dominate the protagonist's aura in the cold winter...
Feng Feng and Feng Mian left the day after Xia Zhu handed over the green stone.
Like their surname, it was like a gust of wind that swept past her.
It left behind many unknown and unsolved secrets, causing her to toss and turn at night, unable to fall asleep.
Furthermore, the students and teachers around them seemed to have no recollection of the two individuals' existence.
She went to the office and found the homeroom teacher, saying she wanted to help Feng Feng, who had transferred schools, get back her English test paper.
The homeroom teacher looked Xia Zhu up and down carefully, then pushed her glasses back up. She said earnestly, "While focusing on your studies, you also need to relax appropriately. We need to balance work and rest, right?"
As Xia Zhu left the office and passed the canopy of the cedar trees on the third floor, she began to wonder if she had a mental problem.
But when I got back to the classroom, I casually flipped through a collection of my mistakes and found a small, hard, brownish-red achene tucked inside.
That's proof that Feng Feng and Feng Mian existed, and it also proves that Xia Zhu is still considered a mentally sound person at present.
As soon as the school bell rang, Xia Zhu went to the library again, clutching her collection of wrong answers containing the Fengfeng Baby Seeds. She was incredibly stubborn now, and nothing could sway her.
This time, Xia Zhu changed her target; she planned to start with surnames.
The origins of the Feng family are shrouded in ancient legends online, but the versions differ and their veracity remains unverified. A vague and illusory outline has emerged, yet it remains like a fire in a dream, impossible to truly grasp.
Dinner time had passed, and the supervising teacher urged Xia Zhu to go back to her dormitory to rest, as she wanted to leave work on time.
Xia Zhu had no choice but to leave. On her way back, she bought some bread from the school store, but it tasted bland and tasteless.
I never thought I would be evaluating the taste of food.
Xia Zhu smelled a fragrance and opened her eyes from her sleep. For a moment, she thought she had returned to her childhood. It was springtime, and the ridgeline of the spring mountains stretched gently to the horizon. Her grandfather and she stood under the flowering trees. It was a beautiful day, and the spring sun shone brightly on the flower branches.
When Xia Zhu woke up, she found that the fragrance in the room had not disappeared as she regained consciousness; on the contrary, it had become even stronger. It was a natural and fresh floral scent, so fresh that she could even smell some moisture and see glistening dewdrops rolling off the petals.
She sat up in bed, her vision blurry. She touched the headboard, put her glasses back on, and then got out of bed.
The unbelievable scene made Xia Zhu, who thought she would never be alarmed by anything again, hold her breath.
Unlike the direct impact of demons and monsters, a cluster of roses, still covered in morning dew, bloomed in the early morning before dawn. Its tendrils stretched out from the cracks in the error correction book on the desk, climbed up the window frame, and bloomed proudly in the night, unafraid of the cold wind.
Large, red and yellow flowers bloom on the beautiful branches and leaves, almost obscuring half of the window opening.
Xia Zhu walked to the window and carefully opened the notebook of wrong answers. The flower branch burst forth from that withered, thin fruit. Without soil or water, the thin fruit grew roots, firmly grasping half of the book, supporting itself with the weight of the entire book.
A night breeze blew by, carrying the vibrant fragrance of flowers and the dampness towards Xia Zhu.
A crack appeared in her usually indifferent expression, and a natural smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Nothing could more powerfully prove someone's existence than a cluster of magnolias blooming aggressively in the book.
Xia Zhu went to class in a cheerful mood, and unexpectedly ran into a classmate who greeted her in the corridor.
"Good morning, Xia Zhu."
She walked ten meters before she realized what the person looked like, whether it was a man or a woman, and now she was too embarrassed to turn around and look.
Perhaps it's a classmate.
Although it was strange, she didn't care at the moment.
Zhao, a classmate, stared thoughtfully at Xia Zhu's unmoved back and quietly clenched his fist.
Xia Zhu was in a great mood and even enthusiastically participated in the winter sports meet to be held before the winter break. She filled in her name in the women's 1500-meter race section. After handing in the registration form, Xia Zhu returned to the classroom and found another carton of strawberry milk on her desk.
During this period, unfamiliar foods would often appear on her desk.
The alarm blared. She would never eat anything of unknown origin. She recalled the blue-skinned monster from that night. From then on, Xia Zhu always paid close attention to everything around her, determined to find out who intended to harm her.
I put the newly acquired carton of milk into the empty space on the table next to me, where there were already five other cartons neatly stacked, along with some small bread rolls and sponge cakes from the convenience store.
Xia Zhu thought to himself that to entice her to eat the unknown food, it had to be at least the kind of food that Feng Mian made.
The items in the convenience store are no longer as appealing to her as they used to be.
She was in high spirits and would go back to her dormitory every noon to fill a small spray bottle with water. Every morning she would water the clump of roses, and at noon she would go back and prune the branches. At least when Feng Feng came back, she wanted to keep the flowers in a state where they hadn't withered.
It's really uncertain when this clump of plants that doesn't rely on soil will suddenly wither away.
Xia Zhu felt a little down when she thought of the Feng siblings. She hadn't expected that after only half a month of being with them, she would already be so unaccustomed to being apart. She even wondered if she was too clingy or not independent enough, fearing that this might put pressure and trouble on them.
I secretly vowed to change this habit in the future, or at least not let it show.
There was no reason, she just felt that Feng Feng and Feng Mian would definitely come back.
That noon, she returned to her dormitory, intending to prune the overly long and drooping branches of the rosewood. Although several thick dictionaries were covered by her collection of wrong answers, and plants have an innate ability to climb window frames and cling to walls, she was still worried that the rosewood, with its ever-growing number of flower buds, would collapse.
She held up a small pair of scissors, which she had used for several years and the blades were probably not very sharp anymore. In addition, the flower branches were really thick and sturdy, making it quite difficult to cut.
"hiss--"
Sure enough, I cut my hand.
A drop of blood dripped from the fingertip onto the leaf of the rosebud, causing the leaf to tremble.
Xia Zhu took a tissue and wiped away some of the blood, but blood was still oozing from the wound. She remembered that she had bought band-aids, so she held the wound and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets to find them.
I finally found it in the second drawer under the desk.
She had just torn open the outer packaging with her mouth and was gesturing to the wound on her finger when she saw that the not-so-shallow bloodstain closed up again, like the surface of water that had just parted.
Xia Zhu opened her mouth and tentatively pinched the wound. The pain seemed to still be there, but there was no trace of it left.
Only the bloodstains that hadn't been wiped away proved that she had indeed been injured.
I sat back down in my chair, still swaying in the cold winter wind.
Her mind was a complete blank; she was contemplating whether to endure the pain and cut herself again. Suddenly, something rushed in through the window and slammed into the desk.
Xia Zhu was startled. It was a gray sparrow, flapping its wings and scattering its shed feathers everywhere. After struggling for a few seconds, it lay still on the table.
She plucked the feathers from her head, hesitated, then reached out and held the little bird in her hands, gently pressing her fingers against its breastbone, where it remained still and quiet.
He is indeed dead.
Her mind was blank; she really didn't know where to begin thinking. A thought was hiding in her mind, but she couldn't grasp it, or perhaps she didn't dare to.
Suddenly, as if to prove her guess, the bird, which had just been dead, suddenly had a glint in its eyes, and its tiny heart began to beat again under Xia Zhu's fingertips.
A bird that was certain to be dead was brought back to life in her hands.
The little gray bird spread its small, thin wings, skimmed over the vibrant flowerbeds, passed through the window, and soared into the sky.
Xia Zhu maintained the posture of holding the cupped hands.
She heard her heart seem to want to escape her chest, like the drumbeats gathering strength before a wonderful performance is about to begin.
Now that she knew she needed to try again, she picked up the scissors, without disinfecting them, rolled up her sleeves, and made a sharp cut on her outstretched palm. Because the scissors weren't sharp enough, she used all her strength this time.
Fine beads of blood adhered to each other, merging into a stream that gushed from beneath the torn flesh. The pain made Xia Zhu clench her wrist. The next second, the two separated pieces of skin visibly joined together. Her palms itched and burned, as if beneath the surface skin tissue, flesh and blood were rapidly healing and growing.
In just a few seconds, the bleeding wound was gone, leaving only a few streaks of blood that hadn't dried yet, flowing down her wrist to her elbow, like some kind of bright and eerie totem.
Outside the window, out of Xia Zhu's sight, a gray sparrow, resurrected from the dead, fluttered its wings, now renewed, as it flew in the sunlight. Suddenly, a black shadow darted to its side, opened its sharp beak, and bit down hard on its delicate neck.
The little bird, which had just regained its life, didn't even have time to chase freedom in the wind before it fell into death again.
The culprit was a huge, glossy black raven with red eyes. The raven tossed the gray sparrow down from high above and then flew away in the direction of daylight.
Beside the window, a leaf, hidden by a large flower, flipped over, revealing an eye woven with golden veins on its reverse side. The eye stared directly at Xia Zhu, who sat expressionless but whose heart was in turmoil, through the gaps in the leaves.
Although it was a single day off this weekend, Xia Zhu still took the bus home early in the morning. She visited Aunt Wang, who lived next door, and asked about her grandfather and her parents.
Aunt Wang told Xia Zhu that her parents did indeed have a child, and that they did leave the village overnight shortly after the child was born. As for whether that child was Xia Zhu or not, Aunt Wang couldn't give a definite answer.
"Grandpa Xia values you more than his own life. How could you not be his biological daughter, Xiaozhu? Even if you weren't, he treats you better than any other family's biological child!" That's what Aunt Wang said.
Xia Zhu felt the same way. She never doubted her grandfather's love. Now that she suddenly had the ability to heal wounds and bring birds back to life, it no longer mattered whether she had the surname Xia.
She jogged back to town along the mountain road before dark to catch a bus, which was a good way of preparing for the sports meet.
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