Section 4

At first glance, with legs dangling, sitting on the railing of the track stands, I stared at him

I do not know, I feel very lost... There are even a few moments of soft-heartedness when he is turned away from me, silently waiting in front of the operating room.

She ran out of the teaching building, passed through the basketball court, and after jumping out of the open iron gate, spun around twice in place before decisively walking in the opposite direction of the hospital. Her chest felt heavy, blaming him for being completely ungrateful, and also blaming herself for losing her temper at such a time. Various emotions of blame, regret, and anger intertwined, leaving her feeling depressed and on the verge of tears

At their first meeting, her eyes were filled with unspoken words; she wished for him to share the difficulties he had encountered.

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She just does not understand that, compared to completely giving up on her, these things are nothing. The mere thought of letting go gives her the opportunity to willingly extend her ring finger to another man, making him feel that this life has been lived and is now at an end.

So what

"Sit further away," his voice was very muffled, as if it were not him saying this sentence, "Don't block me."

At the age of five, having arrived in this unfamiliar city, he could not yet speak Mandarin. The four-year-old girl next door was particularly endearing, taking on the task assigned by her father every day to teach him to speak sentence by sentence. With unwavering determination, she followed him closely every day, calling out "Jian Bianlin, Jian Bianlin," while mixing her own not-so-standard Mandarin with Hangzhou dialect, mumbling away.

A complete sentence was pronounced clearly, astonishing both adults and a little girl in a yellow duck-patterned dress who was happily following along.

I want to kiss her

Suddenly being yanked and thrown by him, she had not even reacted when her wrist was seized. The few small words in red and white on the blackboard were smudged by her sleeve, covered in powder.

Jian Bianlin remained silent, reaching out to feel a half piece of white chalk in the chalk holder

This is the first word he could pronounce in Mandarin.

The sound of the bed curtain being drawn behind him explained his "lie"

The texture of the chalk reminded him of the days when he used to write the class bulletin for Class Nine. At that time, there were no ambiguous rumors, and she would not avoid him, seeking his attention in everything.

His throat is tight

"Jian Bianlin." She was calling his name

At first glance, it is hard to imagine the scene of Jian Bianlin appearing on campus: "Isn't it a bit inconvenient for him?"

"Are you really Jianbian Lin?" one of them stuttered as they asked

Boundary inspection forest

Jianbian Lin sat quietly on the two-tiered steps, gazing at the empty track in the distance

What again? Jian Bianlin yanked her arm and threw her against the blackboard

A gaze filled with anticipation, excitement, and fear of rejection

In the corridor just a wall away, the entire ninth grade began to celebrate the end of today's remedial classes with great enthusiasm. The noise gradually faded, transitioning from a cacophony of voices to a few casual conversations, and finally returning to silence. He finally nodded apologetically, expressing his gratitude to the two individuals for their cooperation