Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1415 Something's Happening

Chapter 1415 Something's Happening
Wen Qingxuan's face flushed slightly.

He stared at the letter in his hand, his gaze lingering on the few lines of neat handwriting:

Qingxuan:
Good morning.

When you read this letter, 26 days will have passed since our first meeting.

Do you still remember that April, when the kapok flowers were in bloom? You walked by, and I happened to turn around. Sunlight streamed through the large kapok blossoms, falling on your face and illuminating a refreshing spring scene.

Is this what that girl meant by "making friends through literature"?

Why does it feel like... a love letter?

He didn't remember when he had walked under the kapok tree, nor did he remember if a girl had secretly looked him over.

All he remembers is that throughout the spring, summer, autumn and winter he has experienced, he has his deskmate, his friends, the exercises they discussed together, and the past exam questions that he has repeatedly pondered.

Little did they know that they had unintentionally caught someone's eye and become part of that scenery.

Ugh, what am I thinking?

Wen Qingxuan shook his head and continued reading.

"I always thought that spring was silent, just like the spring, summer, autumn and winter that I had experienced before, watching the seasons change and the flowers bloom and wither."

Watch the willows beside the artificial hill turn green and then wither; watch the pond beside the willows fill up and then slowly dry up; watch the lotus flowers in the pond bloom in the height of summer and then wither sadly in the depths of autumn; watch the green vines along the corridor turn green and then yellow.

Everything was so familiar; no new wonders could be found.

But this April, I suddenly discovered that spring actually has a sound, it has life, it has miracles, it has colors. Just because of your sudden appearance…”

Wen Qingxuan put down the letter, covered his chest with his hand, and closed his eyes slightly.

My heart is beating a little fast.

He had never paid close attention to these views before.

He had only caught a fleeting glimpse of it as he walked past the office building, and it hadn't left a lasting impression. But now, he suddenly wanted to see the beautiful scenery in front of the office building in May, and to see the sights on campus.

Is that kapok tree still there?

Have the willows beside the artificial hill turned green yet?
Have the lotus flowers in the pond bloomed yet?
He opened his eyes, his gaze returning to the letter. The letter wasn't finished; there were still a few lines left.

But suddenly he was too afraid to look down.

Outside the window, sunlight streamed in through the spacious, bright glass, spreading warmth across the floor.

The sunlight also shone into the classroom of Class 11, Grade 12.

Lin Yijie stared blankly at the textbook in front of him.

Three days have passed since we last met.

The "man in the rain" did not send any more letters.

The two girls who delivered the letter never reappeared in the corridor.

Everything seemed to have returned to the way it was before, and life was as bland as plain water.

In the past two days, he hasn't seen "the woman in the rain" again. Whether it's in the early morning, at noon, or at dusk, on his way to the cafeteria, or after morning exercises—he hasn't seen her again.

A sense of unease crept into my heart after my expectations were dashed.

"What are you thinking about?" Ouyang Moxuan walked over and put his hand on Lin Yijie's shoulder.

Lin Yijie snapped out of his daze, glanced at him, then looked away without saying a word.

"Did you write something to them?" Ouyang Moxuan lowered his voice, his face full of gossip. "Did they break off their friendship? Why haven't I seen those two messengers lately?"

Lin Yijie suddenly looked up and stared intently at Ouyang Moxuan.

That look made Ouyang Moxuan realize he might have said something wrong, so he quickly covered his mouth and quietly backed away.

Luo Jun came over to say something, but Ouyang Moxuan grabbed him and pushed him out of the classroom.

"Go, go, don't bother him. He hasn't been acting right these past few days."

The two stood by the corridor window, chattering away.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you push me?" Luo Jun said, displeased.

"Didn't you notice that Ah Jie wasn't acting right?" Ouyang Moxuan patted him on the shoulder. "He's thinking about something."

"Oh, that's true." Luo Jun nodded thoughtfully. "There are only thirty-odd days left until the college entrance exam. Shouldn't we be as serious as A-Jie, think things through carefully, and do more practice problems?"

Ouyang Moxuan stared at Luo Jun for a few seconds as if he were looking at a monster, then nodded: "Yes, you're right. We should all study hard."

Since the child was slow to realize what Ah Jie was thinking, he didn't want to point it out. Beside him, the tall and elegant Yang Yi smiled slightly upon hearing this and turned his head to look out the window.

Yes, the college entrance exam is in about thirty days.

Although they are art students, have passed their professional courses, and have been admitted to their desired colleges, they cannot neglect their academic studies.

He gazed at the drifting clouds outside the window, thinking that he should talk to his music teacher, Lan Qingqing, again next week.

Is it time for him to step down as the head of the radio station? I wonder if Teacher Lan has already found a successor.

After all, he's a senior in high school preparing for the college entrance exam.

Suddenly, a handsome smiling face with two long strands of bangs popped into my mind.

Alternatively, he could recommend Xiaodi.

Thinking this, a smile quietly crept onto the corner of her mouth.

"What's he laughing at?" Luo Jun winked at Ouyang Moxuan. "Did he overhear our conversation?"

Ouyang Moxuan glanced at Yang Yi, then looked at Luo Jun: "You're overthinking it. Everyone has their own thoughts. We're discussing something as tedious as doing exercises, is that something to make him happy?"

“That’s true.” Luo Jun nodded. “Let’s go, let’s go back to the classroom and do our exercises.”

He put his arm around Ouyang Moxuan's shoulder, and the two walked towards the classroom one after the other.

A gasp suddenly rang out in the classroom of Class 5, Grade 11.

"Oh my god! A letter? There's a letter for me?"

Ling Mengchu jumped up suddenly, her eyes wide open: "Who would write me a letter?"

She called out as she walked uncertainly toward the front door of the classroom.

Just as I walked past the podium, the class bell rang.

She had no choice but to turn back and sit back down in her seat.

My thoughts drifted throughout the entire class.

Who is writing her a letter? Could it be a joke? But the class representative for Chinese in Class 6 knows her, but they're not close friends, so it's unlikely they would joke with her like that.

As get out of class was about to end, she suddenly remembered:

Could it be that Anan replied to her letter?

Ke Mengnan!
Yes, it must be!

The moment the bell rang, she jumped up and dashed out of the classroom.

Wang Xinyi and Wang Xiaoxiao looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What's wrong with her?" Wang Xinyi blinked.

"I don't know," Wang Xiaoxiao said.

Guo Wenwen chimed in, "There's a letter from her."

The two of them turned to look at Guo Wenwen at the same time.

Guo Wenwen's lips curved into a smile, her face radiating a smile she couldn't hide.

"Whose letter?"

"do not know."