Rise

For the first time in his life, Lin Feng felt so flustered. [(

And at a loss.

Perhaps strictly speaking, this is not the first time. It seems that he has experienced and felt the same feeling not long ago.

The last time was also the time when An Xin didn't come to school and fell ill and was hospitalized. He texted and called several times, but the former didn't reply at all.

But that time was different from this time.

At least that time, when he called An's father and An's mother, he got a specific reply. Unlike this time, the phone calls he made to An's father were hung up several times by the other party.

Once, twice, three times...

When this situation happened again and again, no matter how hard Lin Feng tried to comfort himself that nothing would happen, his mood had slowly sank to the bottom of the cold valley bit by bit.

He is not stupid.

It's just that he usually has a rough personality.

But this time, he already felt very clearly that something absolutely happened.

A lot of things are connected in series at once.

Baozi's illness was hospitalized before.

On his birthday, the hug on the rooftop caught him off guard.

Also, in the past period of time, Baozi showed some unusual and subtle emotions many times...

He didn't even think about it before.

But now, it seems that all the details of all events have been pieced together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and the complete truth will be presented before the eyes.

It's just that this "puzzle" still seems to be missing a piece, no matter how hard he tries to analyze and speculate, he can't see the whole picture of the truth, as if it is still vaguely hidden behind a faint mist, which makes people feel anxious Almost distressed.

Four o'clock.

Lin Feng at the desk put down his pen.

He has no intention of continuing to review at all.

take a deep breath,

He took out his mobile phone and opened the WeChat software, pressed his lips together, and started messaging An Xin again.

Fingers tapped quickly on the full-screen keyboard of the mobile phone, and lines of text were continuously typed on the screen.

"Baozi, what happened?"

"I didn't answer the call to you, and I didn't reply to the message. I also called my uncle and was hung up."

"I'm really worried."

"Are you sick and hospitalized again? Is it serious?"

"Now I don't know what's going on, I can only think wildly and guess wildly. This feeling is very bad."

"If something really happened, can you tell me."

"Don't ignore me, okay, tell me what's wrong, if you see the message, call me back, or if you really don't want to answer the phone, at least... return me a WeChat message, please."

The long paragraph of text message is finished.

There is undisguised concern and worry between the lines, and there are even low-pitched pleadings and beggings that are almost never seen from someone in the tone.

Then.

I confirm it and send it.

...

In the taxi with a family of three, An Xin's cell phone beeped again while sitting quietly in the back row.

An's mother beside her looked over, and An's father, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, also looked at An Xin calmly through the rearview mirror.

The girl pursed her lips.

Without looking at her phone, she could guess who sent the message.

She can also easily guess what kind of mood someone is still reviewing in the school classroom at this moment.

How sad.

Because, that sad feeling...

Now she also has five times, ten times the experience.

"Don't you want to read the information?"

Mother An, who was sitting beside her, asked softly.

An Xin bit her lip and shook her head.

The girl looked out the window, the traffic flow and the evening scenery of the city were quickly swept back, pulling out a somewhat misty light and shadow like a revolving lantern.

It was like the thoughts running backwards in her mind.

She still remembers the scene when she just transferred to Shanghai half a year ago.

That day when she walked into the classroom of Grade 3 and 7, she could immediately see the stupefied expression of some idiot looking at her in disbelief.

A comforting hug on the rooftop that day.

That day when he was staying at someone's and sister Xue's house, he drove someone out of his own bedroom to sleep on the sofa, and someone sneaked into the room in the middle of the night trying to get a pillow, but he caught him in the face.

New Year's Eve that day.

Brilliant fireworks.

On that birthday, the same hug from different rooftops.

It seems that the whole city's brilliant night scene is used as a foil.

only……

Everything is about to become a thing of the past.

From the first day she transferred to Shanghai half a year ago, she already knew that such a day would end.

In fact, half a year ago, she should have listened to the dissuasion of the doctor and her parents and chose to leave. It was only because she couldn't bear it that she begged her parents so hard that she won the last half a year willfully.

In the end, you can be willful for half a year.

By now, it's over.

She knew that she couldn't continue to be willful forever, and when it was time to leave, she should leave.

only……

The girl sitting by the rear window lowered her head slightly, breathing in gently:

However, when this day comes, even if you have prepared in advance, there will still be a kind of unprepared sadness.

The beautiful eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Suddenly An Xin felt a slight pain in her heart.

Then, the sore pain seemed to spread like poison little by little, permeating the whole body, the pain was so painful that she couldn't even breathe.

"Dad, Mom."

"Can I not go?"

Inside the car, the girl's voice sounded softly, trembling and crying uncontrollably.

At some point, the circles of her eyes had finally turned red uncontrollably.

Ann's father and mother were silent.

After a long while, when Father An finally decided on the words to persuade, the girl in the back row had already shook her head, trying her best to smile at her parents:

"never mind."

"I said it casually, don't worry."

"I am……"

After a pause, as if she was still trying to control her emotions, the girl sucked in her breath and sniffed, and said softly:

"It's a little uncomfortable."

The voice of the last sentence became very soft.

The girl lowered her head, curled up her long and slender legs, and buried her hair in her knees.

Shoulders twitched and trembled slightly.

...

It was half past four in the evening.

The taxi of An Xin's family of three has arrived at the destination airport.

In the classroom of Class 3 and 7 of Shanghai No. 13 High School, Lin Feng had completely put down his pen and stopped reviewing. He was buried in the desk without moving.

Ouyang, who was at the same table beside him, didn't dare to take a breath.

Yang Fan and Ren Rou looked over worriedly from time to time.

Tang Bingyao, who was seated in the next group, seemed to be still concentrating on the real college entrance examination questions with her head down, but the tip of her pen had been hovering on the answer sheet for a long time.

Not a single word was written.

It was exactly five o'clock in the evening.

The girl and her parents had already received their boarding passes and walked through the security check.

The bell rang, and in the classroom of Class 7, Grade 3, the students who had completed an afternoon review task got up one after another and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Lin Feng also took a deep breath, as if he had finally made up his mind, he suddenly got up and put his schoolbag on his back, ignoring the anxious calls of Ouyang, Yang Fan and Ren Rou behind him, he rushed towards the outside of the classroom.

"Maple!"

Tang Bingyao also put on her schoolbag anxiously, and hurriedly chased after Lin Feng's back.

This chapter makes up for yesterday's chapter. Today's first update will be before three o'clock in the afternoon. The next chapter will end the volume, and then the university and career chapters will begin.