The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Lu Yuan heard it.

I heard it at the train station.

He wasn't prepared for a grand entrance at any given moment.

Although he had the thought in his mind about whether he should show off a little before leaving.

However, he eventually gave up on the idea.

If you're going to leave, then leave completely.

Why do you have to move someone before you leave?

How can you make someone never forget you for a lifetime?

He sat on the bench, watching the video Lao Ma sent him, and watched the whole thing in silence.

Yes, sitting on a bench, not on a train seat.

Logically, he should have started the bus long ago and should have already left the city area by now.

But the train was delayed.

Looking at the word "delay" in large letters on the big screen in the station square.

Lu Yuan took the instant noodles and filled them with hot water, which took him almost ten minutes.

It's still too strenuous to squeeze the feed bag and collect hot water using only my left hand.

Fortunately, the instant noodles came with a fork, so I could manage to use it with my left hand.

The message notification on my phone was from Lao Ma again.

I guess this is already over.

Shang Qingya finally realized that she would never appear again.

Old Ma, the war correspondent, was probably broadcasting Shang Qingya's grieving state.

She'll probably tell her two elders she's fine, then hide in her hotel room and cry secretly. She'll buy a train ticket and face the journey back to Beihai alone, dragging her luggage back to her empty little home to continue crying...

Forget it, I don't want to.

I don't even dare to think about it, so I dare not look at the messages on my phone.

He simply put his phone on silent.

Will Shang Qingya hate me?

Lu Yuan sat bored on the bench, listlessly pondering new dialectical questions.

More than a peaceful farewell.

Such a sudden departure without saying goodbye is very hurtful.

But he felt that this was a good thing, as it should help people cope better with separation.

Like those who are dying, they are mostly tormented on their sickbeds—tormenting their children who care for them.

They'll clean up after you, make you talk nonsense, or even deliberately provoke you. It's no joke that there are no filial sons at the bedside of a sick person.

Most children are tormented to the point of near death during this stage.

Lu Yuan felt that this was a natural law; only when people felt disgusted with their loved ones could they better accept the departure of their closest relatives.

Perhaps this is God's gift to help people better face separation.

"Phew~"

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan finally felt a little more at ease.

Despite the fact that his three months ultimately resulted in him being "hated".

But this whetted his appetite, and he prepared to devour another mouthful of instant noodles.

"Huh? Where's my fork?"

Lu Yuan subconsciously looked down to find the fork, only to discover that the fork in the instant noodle bowl was missing.

No.

I know things are easily stolen at train stations, but I didn't say forks would be stolen too.

Wait a minute, how come the instant noodles flew into my mouth on their own?

Faced with the instant noodles right in front of him, Lu Yuan instinctively looked sharply to his right.

The familiar little figure sat beside him, holding a fork and feeding him instant noodles.

There was no crying or sadness as I had imagined.

Just like a dentist examining a patient, he opened his mouth and let out a sound: "Ah~".

"Ah~"

Lu Yuan looked up again and saw Old Ma and Aunt Wang standing not far away.

Old Ma kept pointing at his phone.

Lu Yuan slapped his forehead, realizing that Lao Ma had tipped him off in advance, but he had silenced his phone.

"that..."

Lu Yuan's brain once again transformed into AI, trying to quickly explain the situation.

But Shang Qingya didn't ask anything.

She said, "I bought you some fruit; you can eat it in the car."

"Take it back and eat it; it's inconvenient for me to peel fruit."

"It's okay, I'm ready."

Shang Qingya took out a food packaging box she had bought on the way.

Take the fruit out of the bag: oranges, pears, and peaches.

Before Lu Yuan's eyes, they were washed, stripped, and placed into a box one by one.

She could have bought pre-cut fruit, but it was expensive.

Just then, the announcement for ticket checking came on.

Lu Yuan picked up the box of fruit, pulled his suitcase, and walked towards the ticket gate.

As he passed Old Ma, he suddenly awoke:

"Wait, this is the waiting room. How did you get in?"

"We bought platform tickets," Old Ma said, pointing to himself and Aunt Wang.

"You two?" Lu Yuan turned around and glanced at Shang Qingya.

She walked forward at her own pace, then looked up and smiled.

She said, "I'll buy a ticket to the next stop, so I can ride with you for one stop."

"No need for that."

"You promised to listen to me on this trip, and we haven't even left this city yet."

Shang Qingya shook her head and took the suitcase from Lu Yuan's hand.

...

The train journey carries the hopes of countless people embarking on their journeys and the silence of their departures.

Lu Yuan sat in his seat, with Shang Qingya leaning against him on his left.

They remained silent.

Until Shang Qingya removed Lu Yuan's hand and leaned against him.

The familiar fragrance of magnolia blossoms suddenly filled his ears.

Then they both apologized to each other.

Shang Qingya seemed not to hear Lu Yuan's apology.

He continued talking to himself, "I was planning to accompany you for a few stops, but I don't have that much money left."

If her finances allowed, Shang Qingya even wanted to accompany Lu Yuan to his grandfather's house in Nanjiang.

Then she can sit back down by herself.

"Please give this to Grandpa for me."

Shang Qingya took out a seashell and handed it to Lu Yuan.

She said, "I don't have money to buy a gift. I'll make it up to Grandpa myself next time I go."

The reason I left without saying goodbye was...

"Alright, alright."

Shang Qingya stopped Lu Yuan from continuing.

She smiled and told Lu Yuan, "I don't care about that. Just promise me that as long as you don't say 'break up,' you definitely won't break up."

"I simply..."

"Okay, okay, that's it."

Shang Qingya plugged her ears.

But instead of plugging her own ears, she plugged Lu Yuan's ears.

Then I leaned closer and whispered something next to his head:

"Lu Yuan, I want to be your girlfriend."

"What are you babbling about?" Lu Yuan asked, completely bewildered.

"Never mind that, just say yes."

"it is good."

Shang Qingya nodded vigorously, then took small steps past Lu Yuan.

She's about to arrive at her stop.

"Remember to eat the fruit, remember to text me, and remember to ask someone to help you with your luggage..."

Shang Qingya muttered to herself as she joined the line of people waiting to get off the bus.

Lu Yuan looked back at her until he could no longer see her.

Lu Yuan lowered his head until her figure reappeared before him.

This time, however, the two were no longer sitting close together, but separated by a car window.

Shang Qingya smiled through the car window, her eyes like crescent moons.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile.

People can easily drift apart; it only takes one person wanting to leave to cause a breakup.

If even one person wants to leave, you can't stop them even if you bring an army of 100,000 and try to kill them.

In fact, it's very difficult for people to drift apart; as long as no one wants to leave, they won't separate.

It's such a simple truth, yet there are still many lovesick men and women in this world.

Because those who remain in place are unwilling to believe that those who want to leave truly want to leave.

What's even more frightening is that people who stand still will deceive themselves.

"If I had a little more money, I could go back to Nanjiang with him."

Shang Qingya stood outside the window, her mind filled with this thought.

I lied to myself and said that the reason for everything was "that I'm not good enough."

The car started moving slowly.

The little figure outside the mirror stands alone on the platform, making the distance between them seem even greater.

Lu Yuan had no idea what she was thinking.

All I know is that she acted strangely, like she was happy but also unhappy.

Lu Yuan saw it just before the figure completely disappeared.

Her eyes were filled with a misty haze.