For the first time in his life, Lin Feng felt so flustered.
He didn't know what to do.
Strictly speaking, this wasn't the first time. He had experienced the same feeling not too long ago.
Last time was when An Xin didn't come to school and was hospitalized. He had texted and called her several times, but she didn't reply at all.
But that time was different from this one.
At least that time, when he called Father An and Mother An, he got a specific reply about the news. Unlike this time, when he called Father An several times, the other party unexpectedly took the initiative to hang up on him.
Once, twice, thrice …
When this happened again and again, no matter how hard Lin Feng tried to comfort himself, his heart slowly sank to the bottom of an icy abyss.
He wasn't stupid.
He was just a bit careless normally.
But this time, he could clearly feel that something had happened.
A lot of things suddenly connected.
Steamed Bun's hospitalization.
On his birthday, the hug on the rooftop that caught him off guard.
And there were many times when Steamed Bun's emotions were different than usual …
Before this, he wouldn't have thought too much about it.
But now, it was as if all the details were piecing together like a jigsaw puzzle, presenting the complete truth in front of him.
But this "jigsaw puzzle" still seemed to be missing a piece. No matter how hard he tried to analyze it, he couldn't see the whole truth. It was as if it was still hidden behind a thin layer of fog, making him anxious to the point of going crazy.
Four o 'clock.
Lin Feng put down his pen in front of his desk.
He was no longer in the mood to study.
He took a deep breath, took out his phone, opened WeChat, pursed his lips, and started texting An Xin again.
"Steamed Bun, what happened?"
"You didn't pick up my calls, and you didn't reply to my messages. I also called your uncle, but he hung up."
"I'm really worried."
"Is it because you're sick again? Is it serious?"
"I don't know anything right now. I can only make wild guesses. It doesn't feel good."
"If something really happened, can you tell me?"
"Don't ignore me, okay? Tell me what's going on. If you see my message, give me a call. If you really don't want to answer my call, at least … reply to my WeChat message. Please."
He finished typing a long paragraph of text.
His words were filled with undisguised concern and concern, and his tone was even filled with a submissive pleading and pleading that he had never heard from a certain someone before.
Afterward …
Confirm, send.
…
In the taxi of the family of three, An Xin, who was sitting quietly in the back seat, rang her phone again.
Mother An, who was beside her, looked over. Father An, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, also quietly looked at An Xin through the rearview mirror.
The girl pursed her lips.
She didn't even need to look at her phone to guess who had sent the message.
She could also easily guess what kind of feelings a certain someone, who was still revising in the classroom at school, was feeling.
How sad.
Because, that sad feeling …
Now, she also had five or ten times the experience.
"Aren't you going to look at the message?"
Mother An, who was sitting next to him, asked softly.
An Xin bit her lip and shook her head.
The girl's eyes looked out of the window. The traffic and the evening scenery of the city swept past quickly, pulling out a somewhat misty light and shadow.
Just like the thoughts in her mind that kept going back in time.
She still remembered the scene when she had just transferred to Shanghai more than half a year ago.
That day when she walked into the classroom of Grade 12 Class 7, she could see a certain fool staring at her in disbelief and shock.
That day on the rooftop, he comforted her.
That day when she lived in a certain someone and Sister Xue's house, she drove him out of his bedroom to sleep on the sofa. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into the room to take a pillow and was caught by her.
That day on New Year's Eve.
That day was a splendid firework tree.
That day was her birthday. The same hug on a different rooftop.
It was as if the whole glorious night scene of the city was the background picture.
But …
Everything, everything, was about to become a thing of the past.
From the first day she transferred to Shanghai more than half a year ago, she already knew that there would be such an ending.
In fact, more than half a year ago, she should have listened to her doctor and parents' advice and chosen to leave. It was only because she couldn't bear to do so that she begged her parents to let her stubbornly fight for this half a year's time.
She could be willful for the last half a year.
Now, it was also over.
She knew that she couldn't always be willful. When it was time to leave, she should leave.
But …
The girl sitting next to the window in the back slightly lowered her head and gently breathed.
But when this day came, even if she had been mentally prepared in advance, she still felt a kind of unprepared sadness.
Her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly.
Suddenly, An Xin felt a slight pain in her heart.
Then, the sour pain seemed to spread little by little like poison, pervading her whole body. It was so painful that she couldn't even breathe.
"Dad, Mom."
"Can I not go?"
Inside the car, the girl's voice sounded softly, with an uncontrollable slight tremble and crying tone.
She didn't know when it started, but her eyes finally couldn't help but redden.
An Xin's parents were silent.
After a long time, An Xin's father finally thought of the words to persuade her, but the girl in the back shook her head and tried to smile at her parents.
"It's okay.
I'm just saying, don't worry. "
"I'm just …"
Pausing, as if she was still trying to control her emotions, the girl gently sniffed and softly said:
"A little uncomfortable."
Her voice became very soft as she said the last sentence.
The girl lowered her head, curled up her slender legs, and buried her beautiful hair in her knees.
Her shoulders twitched and trembled slightly.
…
Four thirty in the evening.
An Xin's family of three had already arrived at the destination airport.
In the classroom of Shanghai No.13 High School, Lin Feng had completely put down his pen, no longer revising. His whole body was buried in his desk, motionless.
His deskmate Ouyang didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Yang Fan and Ren Rou looked over from time to time with worried eyes.
In the next seat, Tang Bingyao looked like she was still concentrating on the college entrance exam questions, but the tip of her pen had been hovering over the answer sheet for a long time.
Not a single word.
Five o 'clock in the evening.
The girl and her parents had already received their boarding passes and passed through the security check.
The bell rang. In the classroom of Grade 12 Class 7, the students who had finished their afternoon revision all got up and were ready to leave.
At that moment, Lin Feng took a deep breath as if he had finally made up his mind. He abruptly stood up, grabbed his backpack, and rushed out of the classroom, ignoring Ouyang, Yang Fan, and Ren Rou's anxious calls.
"Lin Feng!"
Tang Bingyao also hurriedly put on her backpack and chased after Lin Feng's back.
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