Rebirth caused a scandal, but accidentally saved Bai Yueguang

Chapter 65 It’s You (5k chapters)

Xu Zhe'an opened his schoolbag and found the gray rabbit doll on his desk.

Looking down again, there were five letters.

After taking it out, there is a serial number on each envelope.

It was not good to be stuck at the gate, so without bothering to zip up my bag or think about what it meant, I walked straight to the bench not far away.

Following Jiang Yun's instructions, Xu Zhe'an carefully opened the first letter.

After taking it out, there were three pages in total, and there was also a candy wrapper of White Rabbit Milk Candy with a small red flower drawn on it. The handwriting was not Jiang Yun's current handwriting, but looked like her handwriting when she was in elementary school.

See Xinan (1):
This is written by 9-year-old Jiang Yun to your future self. I just happened to know your name. Please read it patiently. I have corrected the words and sentences that I didn’t know at the time.

In 1999, with the streets and alleys filled with slogans welcoming the new century, thanks to the hard work of my parents, we had our own little home on Xuefu Road, and I also went to the same kindergarten as you.

The first time I had a slight impression of you was when everyone was discussing a dark-skinned little girl from the next class, and you were the first person to step forward and say hello. Maybe it's been so long that you no longer remember it.

But to me, who just came to Jiangcheng from the countryside, you are quite special.

But there are so many children around you, and I am timid. Even if I want to communicate, I dare not ask actively. I can only secretly observe you when the two classes are playing games together.

(Every day when I got home, my parents would ask me if I had made any friends. The truth was, almost no one wanted to play with me. But how could I, ever the strong-willed kid, admit that? So I mentioned you many times, but only by your last name, because I was so far away that I could only hear it. Later, they would tease me, "How are you getting along with that kid named Xu?")
The days passed slowly. When I was young, I had no concept of time and just hoped to grow up quickly.

But the price of growing up is too high. From the autumn of 1999 to the early summer of 2000, I was surrounded by happiness. I thought it would be endless, but I didn’t expect that the weather would not be good. My mother’s illness due to overwork made my father worried all the time.

Because I was still young, how could I understand what separation of life and death meant.

Time has come to Children's Day on June 6st, a special holiday for children, and it is the first time for you and me to appear on the same stage.

That was the first time I felt that you were so dazzling and I was very envious of you. It was also at that moment that I longed to continue studying with you.

From morning to afternoon, I was in a very happy mood.

By the end of the awards ceremony, while all the other children were listening to the instructions, I was called out by the teacher. My father, who had been waiting outside in a raincoat, hugged me the moment he saw me. Confused, I kept asking him about the situation, but he remained silent. All I could hear was the unstoppable sound of rain and sobbing.

It was not until you all left the classroom that he told me the news of my mother's death.

In disbelief, I confirmed with him again and again, and each time the answer was the same. It was like a bolt from the blue, and I started crying too.

I don't know how much time passed before a childish male voice interrupted us. I turned around and saw it was you, holding a small pink umbrella, holding out your hand to me and saying, "Eat candy and don't cry."

Although his hands are not big, he can grab five at a time.

But you left in such a hurry that I didn't even have time to say thank you.

(Xu Zhe'an, thank you.)
Children are easy to coax. They kept crying, but after eating two candies, I felt much better. At least I slept well that day.

As I write this letter, I still clearly remember that among the five children who recited poems, only two of us had little red flowers.

(The drawing will be added later, and I am also the little girl who gave you candy in your memory. I am sorry that you missed me for so long~)

After the letter, I wish you well.

2004 5 Month 18 Day.

After reading the first letter, Xu Zhe'an didn't expect that Jiang Yun had a connection with him since childhood.

He quickly took out his cell phone and sent a message.

[Xu]: I have already seen it. Can you tell me the place?

[Jiang]: Perfunctory. (Tsundere)

[Xu]: (Little Red Flower) x3
[Jiang]: Let me summarize the contents of the fifth letter. I'll give you one minute. (Chuckles)

It’s not impossible to continue watching, but what Xu Zhe’an wants more right now is to appear in front of Jiang Yun immediately and make a solemn confession to her.

He took a deep breath and opened the second letter.

There was a gray rabbit doll on the candy wrapper, and he guessed the general content at a glance.

See Xinan (2):
This was written by 10-year-old Jiang Yun to Xu Zhe'an.

Time flies! You've grown taller in the blink of an eye. When I first learned your full name, I was still a little taller than you. But when we passed each other this time, I realized you've already surpassed me.

After leaving kindergarten, the first thing I did when I arrived at the primary school affiliated to No. 1 Middle School was to look for you. As early as the first grade, I found you among the children from several kindergartens.

But the result was obvious. Just like before, I didn't dare to take the initiative to talk.

(I lied to you before and told you that I went to elementary school in my hometown. I'm so sorry. From the day you helped me, I've been planning this day because I really have liked you for many years.)
I actually knew your name at the third grade's outstanding performance commendation meeting. At that time, you were so amazing that you surpassed everyone else.

In order to hear your name clearly, I made a joke. Because I was too focused, I didn't hear my own name when it was called, and the teacher scolded me a few times.

I guess even if I go on stage, you won’t be able to recognize that the short-haired little girl who gave candy to you now has a ponytail, and I’ve turned gray.

The main purpose of this letter is to wish you a happy birthday. The day before yesterday after school, I followed you and your friend downstairs and heard him say that today is your birthday.

After getting this important information, I jogged all the way home, circled it on my calendar, and wrote it down in my diary.

After all, I accepted a gift from you at that time and always wanted to give you a gift in return but never found the chance.

But I don’t know your preferences, and I’m afraid that if I secretly put it on your seat, you will think it’s a prank and throw it away.

So I put the gray rabbit doll that my mother gave me as a fifth birthday gift on your desk.

There is a small red flower on it, which I secretly embroidered on it at night while my father was asleep.

I think this will make it more special and won't be thrown away.

Whenever I pass by the corridor of your class, I always walk slowly and listen carefully to see if there is any news about you, or see what you are doing in the classroom.

(The first night I came to your house, my heart was pounding when I saw it again, but I had to pretend nothing happened. But I was very happy. I didn't expect you to take such good care of it. I slept very soundly that night. So in the days that followed, I wanted to take good care of you and do my best to meet your needs.)
(I've heard about the trouble that doll caused you, but it was unexpected.)
(I remember your birthday very clearly, even more clearly than my own, but you never mentioned it in high school. I was afraid of giving away clues, so I haven't said happy birthday to you properly yet. I will remember every single one of them year after year.)
September 20th, 2025

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I am 12 years old and my elementary school is about to end. I will continue writing in this letter.

It has been six years since I followed your footsteps in the first grade. Time has passed so quickly that I haven't even had a chance to say a word to you.

I was not afraid at all at the end of kindergarten because I was 80% sure that you would study in the primary school affiliated to No. 70 Middle School, and there was a % chance that you would go directly to the junior high school.

I have been very worried recently, not because of uncertainty, but because I know your trajectory, but I can't overlap it.

Not long ago, I accidentally learned that the transition from primary school to junior high school is also for the entire district. It just so happens that there is a junior high school in the marginal area of ​​our district that offers conditions and high-quality students are exempt from tuition.

My father works so hard. The tuition for No. 1 Middle School is too high. I really can't bear to see him leaving early and coming back late.

Every day when I came home, he never said a word to me about the hardship or tiredness. Instead, he cared about whether I was tired and whether I had eaten well.

He is my spiritual pillar in real life. I cannot give up this opportunity to relieve his pressure.

So I write this letter to say goodbye to you first. You are still the goal I will follow closely until I can stand in front of you.

Finished the letter, looking forward to seeing you next time.

September 15th, 2025

After reading it, Xu Zhe'an was immersed in it and couldn't help wondering how strong the red thread tied by Yue Lao must be.

Before I could figure it out, my phone vibrated.

I am not in a hurry to read the news, so I put the letter away first and save it for later use.

[Jiang]: (rolling eyes) Liar! You haven't said anything for ten minutes. What did you finish reading?

[Xu]: So it's you. (Rabbit)

[Jiang]: (Proud) Okay, I’m a liar, hurry up and read it, I’ll wait for you to eat.

Xu Zhe'an opened the third letter. This time, there were small fireworks on the candy wrapper, and there was also a carefully drawn greeting card with New Year's greetings written on it.

The handwriting is beautiful, completely different from the previous two letters. It can be seen that it is the result of practice.

Zhan Xin'an (3):
This is written to you by 15-year-old Jiang Yun, wishing Xu Zhe'an a happy new year.

This letter is a little long, and it carries my thoughts and feelings about you over the past three years. Will you read it to the end?
The junior high school I attend is No. 15 Middle School, which is ranked last and the smallest in our district.

Since the first grade of junior high school, I seem to be disliked by my classmates here. At first, I didn’t think too much about it. I just wanted to study hard and get into No. 1 Middle School so that I could go to the same school with you again.

But except for a few quiet students, the others would be sarcastic from time to time, and they always talked about wanting to get into high school but never put it into practice.

Staying in this kind of environment for a long time, I was deeply affected by it and every day was a torment for me.

(Someone later told me that it was because the school took my arrival very seriously and had already made arrangements for recruiting students from that area. During adolescence, everyone has rebellious tendencies; resistance and opposition are normal.)
Fortunately, I found a way to deal with it.

By chance, I found out the school closing time of your school.

The school gave me special care and allowed me to leave early on weekends. So when I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, I would go home to change my clothes and then wait for you at the gate of your school. After I finished, I would go back to No. 15 Middle School.

But this kind of thing depends on fate. At the beginning, I was wandering alone at the school gate and didn't run into you for several times.

As the saying goes, things never happen three times, but it happened four times.

(After a month of disappointment, I was so disappointed.)
It wasn't until the fifth time that I finally got my chance.

This is the first time I've watched you from afar in nearly a year. You've grown taller and your hairstyle has changed.

I recognized you because of the smile on your face when you talked to your friends, which was still as unique as before.

The moment I really saw it, my heart was pounding, as if I had done something bad and was afraid of being discovered.

From then on, everything went smoothly and I met him every time I came.

The third year of junior high school is too busy, and coming once a month is the best I can do, but I don’t know if it is just wishful thinking on my part.

Call ~
Time flies so fast. Today is New Year’s Eve, and there are only half a year left until the high school entrance examination.

What are you doing right now? Setting off fireworks like me? I'd love to know what you're doing...

Please allow me to express my feelings a little. (You can skip this paragraph if you don't want to read it. I don't know how I wrote it when I was checking it.)
At this moment, as I sit at my desk writing a letter, I can hear the sound of firecrackers in the distance and the sound of my father and others watching TV outside the house, but the clearest sound is the ticking of the clock in front of me.

I looked at it, a little dazed. Every time it moved, the time we could meet again was shortened by one second. It was a pleasant sound, but it also brought anxiety.

Will you continue studying at No. 1 Middle School?

I'm not sure.

I was full of expectations and seemed to be too sensitive.

I am afraid that all my efforts will be in vain, but I am not really afraid, because in these years of following in your footsteps, I have learned to become a better self.

-

Well, actually I am afraid.

I see some people in my class have already started dating, and I can’t help but think of you. Do you have someone you like?

I can’t guess, and I dare not guess.

A small New Year's wish:

If I get into No. 1 Middle School, it would be best if I could be in the same class with Xu Zhe’an.

I wish you well, sincerely.

2010 2 Month 13 Day.

After reading it, Xu Zhe'an felt mixed emotions. His hand slowly fell on his thigh, and his eyes looked at the green plants in the nearby flower bed.

There was a paragraph in the middle of the letter that was crossed out with a black line, but one could vaguely make out that it was talking about Liu Fang's visit to her house.

The eagerness he had just felt to meet her immediately had completely disappeared. At this moment, he was imagining in his mind what Jiang Yun had experienced in the past few years, and was trying to understand it with his heart.

The yellowed letter paper in my hand became shiny under the sunlight.

I thought it was just my deep love, but I never expected that someone had such deep feelings for me since childhood.

It was at this moment that he understood why Jiang Yun's suicide note was full of tears.

Now it seems that what I owe is not just those things from my previous life.

As I thought more deeply about it, Jiang Yun brought me more news.

[Jiang]: (Fireworks)?
[Xu]: Yeah.

[Jiang]: (Happy) You're a little slow, I'm already there. If you really don't want to watch anymore, just come over and I'll send you the location.

[Xu]: Very soon.

[Jiang]: Okay~
After all, it was a token of her love, so of course I had to finish reading it.

Xu Zhe'an opened the fourth letter and found that the label on the letterhead was Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

There was an admission letter on the candy wrapper.

At first glance, it was the same as the third letter, with some content crossed out with a black line and some added with a blue pen.

The deleted part was about family changes, which took up nearly a whole page, and there were traces of tears on the paper.

Zhan Xin'an (4):
(The first part is a bit boring, so don't read it. From here on, I wrote it after we became classmates.)
I never expected that the wish I made at that time would come true, and I never expected that we would become deskmates.

I wonder what the price of such luck is? As long as the result is good, I accept everything.

It has been exactly one month since school started.

As I put pen to paper, I was filled with uncontrollable excitement, yet at the same time I was lamenting alone.

The joy is that you will take the initiative to talk to me and call my name. I have been waiting for this day day after day, year after year.

The sad thing is that when you meet me now... I no longer have the ability to communicate normally with others. I can only say over and over in my heart the words that I have been thinking about for a long time.

Actually, I was resistant to your approach at first, because your outgoing nature scared me a little. I was afraid that you were just acting on impulse, and that in the end we would not even have this little relationship anymore.

What I want is to slowly get to know you, more of you.

(I want to say sorry here. I am not the kind and innocent person you think I am. I am too selfish. Will you hate me?)
2010 9 Month 30 Day.

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The end of the first year of high school, the first day of summer vacation.

We are becoming more and more familiar with each other. Although it was you who took the initiative, I really tried my best to respond.

All in all, it's progress.

After ten months of getting along, I have found that you are a very well-educated person with gentleness engraved in your bones.

Especially during the last sports meet, I couldn’t fit into the atmosphere due to my own problems, but you ignored everyone’s teasing and stayed in the classroom with me, just like the Prince Charming in the book.

The first time I was alone, I said I was reading and reviewing, but at the end of the day I just flipped through the pages of the book and didn’t write anything down.

At that time, I even had a little idea. I wanted to secretly throw the diary I used to write down my thoughts on the ground so that you could find it.

The best outcome is that you can see it, but you just aren't that kind of person.

So this idea only stayed in my mind for a while and then disappeared.

Although you usually look careless, you are actually very thoughtful and thoughtful. Just seeing you will make you feel at ease.

There haven't been many long vacations in the past two years, and this is the only summer vacation I have during high school. The situation at home is upsetting, so I'm planning to work part-time during the summer. The thought of not seeing you for two months makes me unhappy.

But I hope you can have fun, walk around more, and then tell me about the scenery you see when school starts.

Every time I hear you talk about your experiences, I feel like I am there. When I have the ability in the future, I want to walk the same path you have walked.

2011 7 Month 5 Day.

After reading it, Xu Zhe'an couldn't help but smile. He was so immersed in it that he completely ignored the message Jiang Yun sent a few minutes ago:
[Jiang]: I'll be waiting for you at the kindergarten gate.

　The next chapter will be posted at 12 o'clock.

　　
　
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