She is in the fog

In 2024, Nanzhou City Marriage Law promulgated new regulations, recognizing the legality of same-sex marriage. On the first day the regulations officially came into effect, He Jiahe received the wedding invitation from He Xi and Ming Mei.

On the green grass, He Xi and Ming Mei, wearing different styles of wedding dresses, walked slowly through the flower gate hand in hand.

He Jiahe's eyes were always on He Xi. It was said that the wedding dress she was wearing was designed by Ming Mei herself. It was a pure white tube top and trousers, with several folds of tulle draped like a curtain at the waist, slightly puffed up, making her legs look particularly long, both beautiful and capable.

She watched them exchange vows, exchange rings, and kiss on stage...

There was a warm current rolling in He Jiahe's eyes, and he seemed to have returned to a morning many years ago.

It was the last Friday of the semester in the second grade. He Jiahe was walking to school with her schoolbag on her back, but her way was blocked by a bad boy in her class who was walking towards her.
He snatched He Jiahe's schoolbag and took out a red scarf from it. Then he threw the schoolbag back to He Jiahe and said with a smile, "I forgot to wear my red scarf. Can I borrow it from you?" Then he ran away without looking back.

He Jiahe quickly picked up his schoolbag, dusted it off, and frowned as he watched the bad boy walk away. There will be a flag-lowering ceremony today, and the wearing of red scarves will be checked. There will also be red scarf inspectors at the school gate. If you don't wear a red scarf, your conduct points will be deducted.

He Jiahe wanted to buy a new red scarf, but she felt her pockets and found them empty. Then she remembered that the pocket money her mother gave her was still on the table and she forgot to take it away. But if she went home to get it, she would definitely be late...

After hesitating for a long time, He Jiahe hurried to the school.

Before approaching the school gate, He Jiahe glanced at the situation at the gate from afar. There were three red scarf inspectors at the gate, two boys and one girl.

She took a deep breath and lowered her head, trying to get away with it.

As soon as I reached the school gate, one of the boys stopped me and said, "Student, please put on your red scarf before entering."

"I lost my red scarf..."

“You can buy a new one.”

He Jiahe touched his pocket and said a little embarrassedly: "I... didn't bring any money."

The boy opened his notebook, took out a pen and asked, "Which class are you from? What's your name?"

It was a very shameful thing to have your name recorded at that time. He Jiahe didn't want the class to lose points because of himself, so his eyes turned red.

Seeing that He Jiahe didn't answer, the boy asked again: "What's your name? Which class are you from?"

At this time, one of the girls came over and saw the expression on He Jiahe's face. She thought she was scared and comforted her, "Classmate, don't be afraid. There will be a flag-lowering ceremony this afternoon and everyone will have to wear a red scarf. We are not deliberately making things difficult for you. How about this, you wait here and I will buy you a new one."

After saying that, she looked at the watch on her hand and murmured, "The class will start in a few minutes. I may not be able to make it in time..."

The girl simply took off her red scarf and tied it on He Jiahe's collar, saying, "You wear mine. I'll go buy a new one later. I'll check the red scarves today. You can go back to the classroom when the bell rings. Don't be late. Don't lose your red scarf again in the future."

He Jiahe was moved to tears. Her red scarf had a pleasant soap scent that was refreshing.

She remembered that the girl said that class would start in a few minutes, so she couldn't help but run. As soon as she ran into the classroom, the bell rang.

During the final exam, He Jiahe and the girl were assigned to the same exam room. The girl sat in front of her and smiled at her. He Jiahe was so happy. However, she didn't dare to greet her. She just secretly glanced at the girl's exam table. There was a name and exam number on the upper left corner. Her name was He Xi.

As the saying goes, "Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly." During the last exam, He Jiahe's pen broke and stopped producing ink. When he was extremely anxious, He Xi happened to turn around and hand out the test papers. He Jiahe hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Classmate, do you have an extra pen? Can you lend me one?"

He Xi took out a gel pen from his pencil case and handed it to He Jiahe: "No need to return it, I'll give it to you."

When answering the questions, He Jiahe glanced at He Xi's ponytail and suddenly felt that he could write with inspiration.

There were still fifteen minutes left in the exam and He Xi handed in her paper early, but He Jiahe was still struggling with the last question. When she finished and looked up, there was no one at the table in front of her. She didn't even have time to say thank you to He Xi, let alone return the gel pen to her.

She found out He Xi's class, cried and begged her mother to help her transfer to another class, and successfully became He Xi's classmate and her best friend.

How close was their relationship at that time? They went to school together, went home together, did homework together, ate together, slept together, and went out together on weekends. The parents of the two families also knew each other and often had dinner together. Even when He Xi went to Qinglin City to compete in the violin competition, she insisted on going with him to be her backup dancer.

However, everything changed since He Xi's mother died in a car accident.

He Xi lost all his cheerfulness and generosity and became taciturn. Not only that, he was bullied by his classmates.

Seeing her like this, He Jiahe couldn't bear it and always wanted to help her, but her classmates' ferocious looks and inner cowardice stopped her every time.
She was afraid, she was afraid that she would be implicated.
Although she was still He Xi's friend, she felt that they were not as close as before.
But the two of them still tacitly agreed.

It was not until junior high school that Ning Xiaoduo's appearance completely broke this balance.
Ning Xiaoduo said: "From tomorrow on, anyone who gets along with He Xi will be against me, Ning Xiaoduo."

He Jiahe was lucky enough to think that nothing would happen to him. To his surprise, the next day, ink was splashed on his schoolbag. When he went to the toilet, he was deliberately tripped and fell to the ground. He was looked down upon for no reason.
After enduring it for a few days, she couldn't stand it anymore.
She was so scared that she hurriedly wrote a letter to He Xi to break up with her, thus severing their childhood friendship.

He Xi took the letter of breaking off the friendship and said nothing.
From then on, she never took the initiative to say even a word to He Jiahe.

He Jiahe thought that He Xi should hate her to the core because of how she treated her. However, she didn't expect that when she was surrounded by Han Ya and his gang and imprisoned, He Xi came down from the sky like a knight and saved her without any grudge.
At that moment, she truly understood her own heart.

Unfortunately it's too late.
When she focused all her attention on He Xi, she realized that He Xi already had someone else in his eyes.

If only there were.

He Jiahe came back to his senses and looked at He Xi, who was smiling as brightly as a flower after kissing Mingmei on the stage. Hot tears couldn't stop falling.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Li Xingyu, who was standing by, couldn't help but complain when he saw He Jiahe's out-of-control look: "Big sister, you shouldn't be so moved, right?"

"Yes." He Jiahe smiled and cried, "I am so moved."

(End of this chapter)