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However, Qinglan did not know about the changes happening in An Shaojie's heart, so she continued to stand respectfully, looking at him. In less than a summer vacation, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight; the white T-shirt he wore looked baggy on him.
Qinglan gazed at him, hoping for a miracle, wishing that An Shaojie could glance at her just like at the end of last semester when their relationship had gradually improved.
But An Shaojie ultimately did not look at her.
Not only did he not glance at her this time, but from then on, throughout high school, he never looked at her again. He placed Qinglan in the coldest corner of his heart, sealing her away.
So at the beginning of the school year, when Simple found An Shaojie and gave him Lin Xi's contact information, his heart was in stark contrast to the scorching sun outside; it was in a frozen state. He closed his heart once more, refusing to engage with the outside world.
He tucked Lin Xi's address into the blue notebook she had given him. When he opened the notebook, he suddenly realized that he hadn't written in it for a long time.
Although Qinglan had only briefly occupied a space in his heart, she had already pushed aside Lin Xi's lingering shadow within him.
This realization was a crushing blow for him; he was unwilling to accept it.
He held the notebook and stood in a daze for a long time.
Lin Xi's image had begun to blur, making it hard for him to remember what she looked like as a child. The vivid face that appeared in his mind was Qinglan's.
All that remained of Lin Xi were vague and faint smiles.
Feeling somewhat dejected, he sat down, closed the notebook, and stuffed it back into the box.
At the beginning of September, An Shaojie received a letter from Shaw Min in southern Shenzhen. In the letter, Shaw Min told An Shaojie that she had gotten a job at an electronics factory that provided food and accommodation, with a monthly salary of over a thousand yuan. She was doing well and was satisfied with everything.
Shaw Min followed An Shaojie's instructions closely and wrote a letter to An Shaojie almost every month. At first, she only mentioned work-related matters, but over time, the letters grew longer, filled with descriptions of Shenzhen's prosperity and her own feelings. It seemed she had experienced a lot, and her mood appeared to have brightened significantly.
In early September, Jian Ming, who had been worried about Shaw Min but had not received any news from her, reluctantly went to Beijing A Certain Normal University for school. Compared to other freshmen, Jian Ming was indeed burdened with thoughts. Other students were accompanied by their parents, their faces filled with excitement and curiosity. Jian Ming did not want his parents to see him off; partly because he had been independent since childhood, and partly because he had a companion.
The girl standing next to him was his classmate Reiko, who was also Shaw Min's high school desk mate. She and Jian Ming had both been admitted to the same school, so they decided to come to Beijing together without their parents.
Jian Ming carried fewer bags than Reiko. After getting off the train, he helped Reiko carry her bags. Reiko was a generous, outgoing girl who loved to laugh, so she did not hesitate to take two bags for herself and walked ahead, leaving the rest for Jian Ming.
"Hey, I say, Reiko, aren't you being a bit heartless? Do you really need to bring so much stuff for school? It's not like we're moving," Jian Ming said as he struggled behind with bags of all sizes hanging from him.
Reiko turned around and saw Jian Ming loaded with bags and couldn't help but burst into laughter. "There was once a story about a person who hung a pen in his shirt pocket one day. Others said he was literate, and he was very pleased. The next day, he hung two pens, and others said he was knowledgeable. On the third day, he hung three pens, and people said he was learned. On the fourth day, he hung four pens, and they said this person must be selling pens. You're not just someone who buys bags; you're practically someone who steals them!"
After Reiko finished speaking, Jian Ming hadn't even started laughing when she doubled over in laughter on the ground.
"You crazy girl," Jian Ming said fiercely.
Indeed, Jian Ming spoke through gritted teeth at Reiko, his eyes nearly popping out in exasperation. Since sophomore year with this crazy girl in class, Jian Ming had endured quite a bit of her teasing.
This time Reiko had followed him to Beijing; Jian Ming understood her feelings. She had liked him since high school. Their families were already familiar with each other; they had known each other since childhood. Perhaps because of this familiarity, although Jian Ming thought she was great, he could never develop romantic feelings for her.
Reiko was an only child. Her parents hoped she would stay close to them; however, she firmly disagreed and insisted on coming to Beijing with Jian Ming. Of course, if the boy Reiko pursued had been someone else, her parents might not have agreed to let her go to Beijing. But since it was Jian Ming, they did not stop her.
Reiko was an action-oriented person who spoke her mind. Not long after school started, on a clear night with a bright moon and gentle breeze, she invited Jian Ming to the school playground and confessed her feelings to him.
"Jian Ming," Reiko said, "I really like you, I've always liked you. What do you think we should do?"
Jian Ming covered his mouth and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Reiko asked, feeling confused. She had just confessed her feelings, yet he seemed unfazed and not even touched by it. Under the moonlight, Reiko's skin glowed like jade, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the sky.
"Is there such a confession in this world? If this can be considered a confession," Jian Ming managed to suppress his laughter and looked at Reiko.
"Besides, do you think it would be ridiculous if the two of us were in a relationship?" Jian Ming lightly cleared his throat twice and opened his arms wide in front of Reiko. "Do you think we are suited for dating?"
Reiko pushed Jian Ming away with one hand and shouted, "Are you being a pervert?"
Jian Ming shrugged, pouted slightly, and said, "Look, you say you like me and want to date me. How can we talk about dating without being a little mischievous?"
Reiko stared at Jian Ming with puzzled eyes, unable to find her voice for a long time.
Jian Ming shook his head helplessly, walked over to Reiko, patted her shoulder, and said, "It's better for you to just be my sister. I will treat you well. As for love..." At this point, Jian Ming paused. The playful expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious look as he gazed into the deep night. "There is already a girl in my heart; perhaps I will only date her in this lifetime."
"Who? Shaw Min?" Reiko immediately asked reflexively.
Jian Ming turned around and nodded. "Yes."
"But Shaw Min can't go to college now. She's from the countryside, and not going to college means she'll stay in the village for life. You two aren't suited for each other," Reiko exclaimed.
"Precisely because of that, I can't let her go. The thought of her one day becoming like other village women—working from dawn till dusk, facing the dirt every day while her beautiful face ages into something unrecognizable—makes my heart ache." As he spoke, Jian Ming truly felt a pang in his heart; he covered his chest and furrowed his brows tightly.
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