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The true state of the heart isーー

Scenery of the past

Jing Xi turned back to look at her astonished expression, then glanced at the woman standing not far ahead with the same expression: "Aunt Yang, this is Xiang Nan"

For ten years, she had not received any of her calls, any letters, or any snippets of information; she relied solely on hearsay to speculate about even the slightest news regarding her.

Hmm?

Your eyes are too red. The underlying message is that you can take your time to gradually adjust your emotions

There was no rejection of her; within the generous attitude, there was also no excessive element of welcome

After a few seconds, those four words had evaporated into the air. Seeing that the girl had no reaction, I confirmed them once again

Yang Zhizhi is indeed a strong woman. She merely paused for a moment, then stepped forward to stroke her head. The diamond ring on her left hand's ring finger shimmered with a finely divided brilliance: "Xiangnan, you are truly beautiful, your personality is nothing like his."

Jing Xi originally intended to ask if the emotions from just now had not yet been turned around, and thus tentatively waved his finger in front of her. As he waved, he initially felt a very small object fall from his finger, and when that small object gradually dispersed and merged into the fine lines of his skin, he was taken aback

Uh? The girl raised her tone, but inadvertently lifted the corners of her mouth, "Don't be so narcissistic."

As Lin Xiangnan pushed open the door, he was dazzled by the luxurious crystal chandelier shining in the hall

Jing Xi rode the bicycle steadily, and Lin Xiangnan behind him could smell the clean scent mixed with the cold wind. In fact, Lin Xiangnan later realized that the often mentioned faint fragrance of grass and the pleasant clean smell were merely the chemical effects of Libai laundry detergent.

Ultimately

The temperament of the father and son is truly strikingly similar. That man has a slender build, not resembling the typical wealthy and ostentatious middle-aged man. His demeanor is first-rate; rather than being described as a shrewd businessman with a sharp mind, it is more fitting to say he aligns more closely with a serious artist.

The scene then became somewhat awkwardly silent

You... the man pulled her along with a tone of "there's nothing I can do about you" as they turned the corner of the hall, and the words that followed gradually became inaudible

For Lin Xiangnan, who was focused on listening to Jing Xi's speech while leaning forward on the back seat of the bicycle, this sentence became even more piercingly clear amidst the sound of the water truck. It was not until the books in his hands fell scattered to the ground and the crowd passing by the bicycle exclaimed, "Hey, little girl, you dropped something," that Lin Xiangnan came to his senses, foolishly glanced at his empty hands, and hurriedly jumped off the bike. It was not until the books in his hands fell scattered to the ground and the crowd passing by the bicycle exclaimed, "Hey, little girl, you dropped something," that Lin Xiangnan came to his senses, foolishly glanced at his empty hands, and hurriedly jumped off the bike.

Lin Xiangnan walked up to Yang Zhizhi, releasing the hand that was gripping the corner of her clothing, leaving behind a crumpled ball. She smiled and said, "Hello"

Yang Zhizhi wrapped her arm with a bracelet, her tone soft and feminine: "Alright, Xiangnan is very considerate, let's hurry and eat." While symbolically beckoning the motionless Jingxi, she added, "Xiaoxi, come too, together with Xiangnan."

Seeing her sulking, Jingxi walked over in her soft blue slippers and asked her, "Are you okay?"

Lin Xiangnan looked at the elegantly dressed and exquisitely made-up Yang Zhizhi, contemplating how many ten-year spans there are in life that can witness a child's growth

The row of classrooms in the third year of high school was still brightly illuminated with white lights, and the bicycles were somewhat haphazardly arranged under the bike shed. Jingxi immediately spotted his silver-gray bicycle.

The girl in front of me still maintained that posture, perhaps having jumped out of the car in a hurry and accidentally fallen. Her fingers faintly showed signs of having been scraped, revealing a small patch of light red.

Lin Xiangnan raised her head, her eyes reddened. She wiped the tear stains that had not yet dried on her face with her hand and shook her head: "No, it's just emotions, it's because I'm happy. You must not tell anyone."

"What is wrong with you?" A purely unadorned expression of concern, as I half-squatted down beside her

The young man skillfully slung it over his shoulder, with one foot on the ground and the other foot on the bicycle pedal, his back slightly arched as he looked at the girl next to him, who was wearing a khaki cotton jacket. Perhaps feeling too exposed, she pulled the hood attached to the jacket over her somewhat messy, tousled long hair

No one saw the tears falling one by one onto the brown wooden floor. She only thought of Lin Yaohua, the man who had never truly given her paternal love. Whenever she thought of him, it always felt as if her heart was about to burn with pain

Hello, uncle. She lowered her head slightly and performed a bow

"I actually want to ask you, why don't you live with your father anymore?" On the bustling street filled with traffic, a large water truck happened to pass by, its rumbling sound drowning out the fading tones that had just spread into the air.

Actually, I want to say thank you

Then Lin Xiangnan saw the man with the surname Jing, Jing Xi's father

Having once held a glimmer of hope for her mother, she was ultimately defeated by the feeling of being overlooked once again

The young man, whose heart was filled with questions, let out a quiet sigh of relief upon hearing such words, and rarely displayed a smile of understanding.

A layer of fine sweat appeared on her palm, and at the moment she continued to move forward, she tightly grasped a corner of her clothing

She was still in a state of panic, picking up those textbooks. Her long hair fell down, obscuring most of her face, making it impossible to discern her expression. Upon hearing his words, she merely shook her head vigorously.

Such a boy would be hard for anyone to dislike

Hey..." The boy unconsciously elongated his syllables, drawing the attention of the girl behind him, who naturally leaned forward slightly, wanting to hear the other person's words more clearly

Almost simultaneously, as Jingxi, who was still unaware of what had happened, felt a sudden emptiness behind him, his bicycle became somewhat unstable. When he stopped with one foot on the ground and turned around, he saw Lin Xiangnan nearly kneeling on the ground, picking up the scattered books.

Lin Xiangnan held the newly issued textbooks against her chest, and to find a good balance, she gently wrapped her other arm around Jing Xi's waist. Feeling the corner of the uniform she was holding tremble slightly, she suddenly thought of something and abruptly withdrew her hand

As soon as the vehicle had not come to a complete stop, Jingxi quickly ran in her direction

It turns out that only I was concerned about this awkward relationship

The hand that was originally meant to be withdrawn in the air was instead extended in comfort, turning to lay open before Lin Xiangnan. The initial question that had struck the other party's heart was naturally overlooked, accompanied by a sense of luck.

How could Yang Zhizhi be so unrestrained in showing affection to another man in front of her

Now she is in the distant north, and every time she hears Jingxi call that man "Dad," her heart resonates with a tremor

Jing Xi was unaware of why the girl was experiencing such intense emotional fluctuations. He hesitantly reached out his hand, intending to tuck her hair behind her ear. In this slow and tentative motion, Lin Xiangnan lifted her head, and the fear in her slightly reddened eyes had not yet completely dissipated.

When the large, fluffy brim of his hat occasionally brushed against his back, Lin Xiangnan's expressionless face unconsciously softened into gentle lines

There is only one, the most important role, yet she is not by my side

Thinking about going home later, I am just a bit nervous. Lin Xiangnan steadied himself, trying to control his body to stop shaking.

In addition, I do not know how to say comforting words to a girl in a pleasant manner

Despite its coldness, it is more reassuring than enthusiastic language

He merely furrowed his brow and nodded at her, saying: "To the south, right?"

Jing Xi restored her poker face, and although she could clearly sense the unusual atmosphere, she merely said to Lin Xiangnan: "Let's go upstairs and change our clothes first"

It is intentional, considered to be the greatest revenge against her

This is the only form of revenge that can be given to her

There is no need to be so polite; from now on, just consider this your own home.

There is no need to say thank you

There is still no response, the girl is just sulking.

Jing Xi tilted her head slightly, signaling her to get in the car

It is tears. Falling onto his slender fingers, it is tears