Four.

Why? I murmured, unsure if I was asking myself or him.

No, these are two different things. I tried to explain it to him, but he assumed my answer and stuffed a ticket into my arms. Before I could refuse, he had already walked several meters away.

I'm afraid that he, who is so dazzling, will burn me.

I was stunned. With such a large campus, there were queues of girls who admired him, yet he always came to find me. Isn't that strange?

Shen Xingmo. My eyes widened, gritting my teeth.

Shen Xingmo is the type of young man who exudes a scholarly air. He is refined and delicate. The first time I noticed him, he had a striking presence on the field, like a teacher playing rock music on stage. His usual gentle and cultured demeanor disappeared, replaced by a powerful roar. As I watched him run, I suddenly thought of Chen Jinmo. Chen Jinmo is also flamboyant, but his arrogance is everywhere, and his handsome appearance is accompanied by a rebellious charm, attracting the attention of many girls.

After walking for a while, I saw from afar a group of people gathered around a promotional board, making a lot of noise. After they dispersed like a receding tide, I couldn't resist my curiosity and walked over to see what was written on it.

They are two people, one warm and one fiery. I find it amusing that I actually compared myself to them. In their harmonious world of books, no matter what role I play, there will never be any extraordinary stories.

I turned around and saw Shen Xingmo holding a basketball, with his sleeves rolled up, walking up the slope with a group of boys. Although the temperature was not high, their foreheads were covered in sweat. At this moment, because Shen Xingmo greeted me, the curious eyes of the boys gathered on me.

Eat wedding candies! Eat wedding candies!

I think I will find another opportunity to return it to him in the afternoon.

After finishing lunch at noon and walking out of the cafeteria, I saw that the leaves of the plants had turned yellow and were falling down rustlingly in the autumn wind. For some reason, their falling occasionally tugged at my heartstrings. Seeing the scattered and withered scene before my eyes, a chill pierced my heart, arousing my full sympathy and tenderness.

Oh, little porpoise. He stood up with a smile and had no intention of addressing my request.

The gaze of the people behind him made me extremely uncomfortable, and someone even whistled to stir up the atmosphere.

Hey, are you interested in this? I turned around and saw Shen Xingmo looking at me. He took out two tickets from his pocket, his eyes filled with sincerity. "These were given to me by the student council. I invite you to take a look."

I still underestimated Shen Xingmo.

You can't be wrong, there is a small teardrop mole at the corner of your eye. I remember you, even though you have forgotten me. His last sentence was said lightly, with a hint of disappointment.

It seems like what he said is the same thing as what I was thinking.

I don't know what you're talking about. I pretended to be ignorant, and after such a long time, he realized he had mistaken the person.

Halfway through the physical education class, the teacher announced free activities. Some boys in the class formed small groups and ran to the playground with a basketball. I bought a bottle of drink and sat on the steps under a row of camphor trees, watching them.

It's very boring. He threw the ball to a boy next to him, grabbed the railing with one hand, leaped up, jumped onto the steps, and stepped in front of me.

Lin Jingyuan!

The boys started to make a fuss, and I blushed like a big tomato. Whenever something happens, I always blush and don't know what to do. I stared at Shen Xingmo blankly, and he reassured me with his eyes.

... ....

Even if a sad person lives with strength, they have already tried their best. What else can they hope for? I often think that people like me may never experience happiness in this lifetime.

Who was that little boy back then? After so many years, how could he recognize me? He stood in front of me, his tall figure blocking the bright sunlight, and his intense gaze made my heart race.

The footsteps of the season have become so hasty. The former splendor has fallen in this season without a trace, leaving only endless reluctance and attachment.

The school bell for dismissal is about to ring. People playing on the court are gradually dispersing. I clap my hands, stand up with some disappointment, and step on the dry leaves under my feet, making a creaking sound. The autumn chill is getting stronger, and the strong wind makes me feel cold to the bone.

After he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared under the osmanthus tree, gradually leaving my line of sight.

The pufferfish is angry, just like you.

Now I have the opportunity to get to know her again. I wonder if she will forgive me? He looked at me seriously, and my heart suddenly became nervous.

Shen Xingmo, are you my girlfriend?

How ridiculous, I'm only seventeen years old, yet I have already darkly imagined my whole life.

Lu Zi, you're stating the obvious. Shen Xingmo, we need to have some wedding candy!

There's something going on, but it's okay. After all, there are three exhibitions this time, and we can go at other times. He said it seriously.

See you next Saturday without fail.

Did you agree to go see the exhibition with me? His ability to change the subject is really impressive. Just now, I only said I forgive him, I didn't agree to go to the museum with him. His cleverness annoys me a lot.

In the afternoon after finishing classes, the last one being a physical education class, most of the people in the classroom went to the playground. I held onto that hot ticket and waited until almost everyone had left before walking up to Shen Xingmo's seat.

Even if he remembers me, he is just one of the many passers-by. Now, he is begging for my forgiveness, just to make himself feel better. Since that's the case, in order to avoid any further entanglement in the future, it won't hurt to say some polite words.

I stood there foolishly, leaning closer to the poster, squinting my eyes to look at the displayed image above, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of my mouth.

Separated by the guardrail, I blankly watched them, forcing out an awkward smile.

I want to slip the ticket into his book, imagining his fierce appearance when he comes to find me tomorrow. I shrink my neck and accept it resignedly. If worst comes to worst, I'll just go with him.

He took a few steps and climbed up the stairs. I glanced at him and he was smiling at me.

Because... I made mistakes. His voice became very soft and gentle, with a pool of clear water in his eyes. His gaze fell on the side of my hair, becoming erratic. "She was so lovely at that time, only her left ear was kissed by an angel, leaving a different mark from ours. I don't know why I was afraid, reporting to the teacher and letting others talk about her, hurting her."

I forgive you, is that okay?

If you don't make an appointment with someone else, I have plans next Saturday. The poor excuse, I don't even believe it myself.

He puffed up his cheeks, imitated my expression and stared at me, then turned the book in his hand and threw it on the table before walking out of the door in a chic manner. My face turned red all of a sudden, I swallowed my saliva and felt so embarrassed.

On top is a beautifully made promotional poster, with very attractive content inside, for the Rain Flower Stone Art Exhibition at the City Museum. Of course, dry stones are not very appealing, but the teacher hosting this exhibition is a well-known painter in the city. It is said that this time he is exclusively painting on Rain Flower Stones, which is quite a gimmick.

Do not reject me, okay? He seems to be begging.

So much time has passed since this matter, it's not a matter of forgiveness or not. At that time, we were young and ignorant, who would really blame him? It's just that different experiences have changed my personality and altered the trajectory of my life.

... ... What? Pufferfish? I am completely confused.

From childhood, I have been like a moss plant, growing in a dark and damp environment, to the extent that when sunlight shines on me, the first thing I feel is not warmth, but fear.

Many years later, I think I will also grow quietly like these plants, and then wither and die.