Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

【2013.6.11】

Today was a terrible day. Not only did I get yelled at, but the weather was also bad, and I got soaked to the bone. It was the first time I'd ever felt so disheveled.

The girl's delicate handwriting gradually emerged.

Chen Jianji paused slightly after seeing the words on it.

It's not the content that's the problem, but the words themselves.

The handwriting here is rounded and connected, unlike usual.

Although the writing is delicate, the strokes are so heavy they almost penetrate the paper, as if each stroke is written heavily.

The ink stained large areas of the book pages.

In a daze, Chen Jianji seemed to recall the diary entry from last night.

The text above is also just as delicate and beautiful.

What's wrong? Did her pen run out of ink before, and she had to press so hard?

Chen Jianji's thoughts drifted.

When his gaze returned to the page, he sneered and muttered a curse.

"Oh no? You asked for a beating, what does this have to do with me?"

He had just finished speaking.

The remaining words continued to slowly emerge.

But surprisingly, I was in a much better mood than ever before.

We walked in the rain for a while, and he held up an umbrella for me, just like before, to keep me from getting wet.

Oh, and I also want to thank that kind auntie who lent him a jacket.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stop me from getting on the bus if he was empty-handed.

[And especially today he asked me to agree to two conditions.]

[And the number keeps increasing. They won't let me wear my school uniform, and they won't let me be late. I think there are four already?]

[It's a bit like how they tried to take advantage of me before, constantly pushing their luck.]

Chen Jianji's eyes flickered slightly, and the more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

He gripped the edge of the diary tightly with his fingers for a long while before cursing again.

"Why write this crap? It's ridiculous."

Chen Jianji was speechless.

They had already promised not to bother them anymore after they finished learning to drive.

Writing this rubbish and letting others see it makes them think they have some ideas!

Isn't this just wishful thinking?

Those clothes were given to her by that aunt because she felt sorry for her.

What does it have to do with him?

"That's quite an imagination."

Chen Jianji cursed again.

After finishing his rant, he twirled a corner of the page and continued reading.

I think I know how to get along with him now.

But at least he removed me from the blacklist.

Is this a good omen? I'm not sure.

[Because he used the nicknames I set on my phone, I looked at them all night, and my good mood was completely ruined!]

He's a really annoying person!

Looking at these few lines of text.

Chen Jianji finally couldn't help but smile.

very good.

He felt comfortable whenever Lin Qingxue was in pain.

But after waiting for a while, Chen Jianji's smile froze.

His brows gradually furrowed.

That's it?

Didn't you write back to tell that guy surnamed Li not to come?

Didn't she really enjoy writing about that guy surnamed Li?

Chen Jianji frowned and continued looking at the paper.

suddenly.

Tear...

A soft sound echoed in my ears.

In Chen Jianji's sight.

A small tear was made at the top of the page.

It seemed that the person realized what was happening and stopped moving.

The entire diary, except for the notch at the top.

This page has been preserved almost entirely.

Until the black writing disappears.

The diary was once again blank.

Snapped!

Chen Jianji closed the diary.

His expression showed some impatience.

"What kind of garbage is this? You can write about such trivial things?"

But he had just finished speaking.

boom!boom!

There was a knock on the door, and then it was slowly pushed open a crack.

"What are you saying in there? Have you eaten yet? Xinyi said you haven't left your room at all, and she was worried about you, so she sent me to check on you."

Chen Jianji snapped out of his daze and turned to look.

It's my mom, Wang Suling.

Is the young lady worried about him?

Wasn't she just angrily waking me up on purpose?

Chen Jianji pointed to the food on the side.

"Okay, keep eating. I'll take the bowls and chopsticks out in a bit!"

Wang Suling then nodded.

"Alright, remember to wash the dishes after you finish eating. Your dad and I are taking your aunt to town to catch the bus. We've had another busy day, so we're going to bed early tonight."

"Okay, you guys rest, I'll take care of it."

"Um..."

After giving her reminder, Wang Suling closed the door and turned to leave.

Chen Jianji was just about to look away.

But the door was suddenly pushed open again.

He paused, then looked over again.

Then a head peeked in furtively.

Chen Jianji and Zhang Xinyi locked eyes for a moment.

The other person looked away and craned their neck to glance at his desk.

"Hey, it's not lost?"

Chen Jianji's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and chuckled.

"What did you say? I didn't move."

"Wasn't that what you put on this table yesterday?"

Zhang Xinyi stood at the door with a mocking smile on her face.

"I didn't say it was this thing. I was talking about the postcard in the trash can yesterday. Why are you explaining so much?"

Chen Jianji then realized what was happening and casually remarked.

"Oh, I threw that thing away a long time ago."

"What, you want it?"

Zhang Xinyi pursed her lips.

"I don't want to."

"What are you writing? Let me see?"

Chen Jianji looked away, didn't reply to her, but simply spoke.

"Remember to close the door behind you."

"oh..."

Zhang Xinyi drawled out the last syllable, but still slowly closed the door as instructed.

Chen Jianji's eye twitched.

The young lady wanted to peek, but dared not come in rashly.

He even went so far as to mischievously drag his mother into the room to scout things out first.

That's awesome!

Chen Jianji got up, walked to the door, and turned the lock.

With a click, it locked.

He returned to his desk and casually tossed the closed diary aside on the side of the bookshelf.

A whole row of books were quietly placed.

The ceiling lights shone down.

A sliver of light fell on the slightly open corner of the diary on the edge of the bookshelf.

until now.

Chen Jianji had just moved it away.

The young lady had burned a lot of the food, so she moved it back.

He picked up his chopsticks, took another bite, and still complained.

"Ugh, this tastes awful."

"Alright, it's your first time making this, I'll give you face and have you finish it."

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