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Jiang Xiaoyu's fever finally subsided.
After the rain stopped, the sun eagerly broke through the clouds, casting warm sunlight onto the earth.
Wutong Village regained its former vitality.
Jiang Xiaoyu put on his jacket and walked to the cafeteria.
I happened to be returning with my meal when I saw him and couldn't help but laugh, "So, the fever is gone?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I feel full of energy."
"That's good." I smiled at him, "How do you feel today?"
"Pretty good."
"What about your appetite?"
"Quite strong, I feel like I could eat a whole cow."
"…Alright, I'll take you to the cafeteria for a meal. After eating, make sure to rest well; you have work this afternoon."
"Okay."
After finishing the meal, I reminded him to rest well and then left the dormitory for the office.
When the first class ended in the afternoon, Principal Chen called me and asked me to go to town to pick someone up.
I had previously contacted an alumnus to help find donated supplies, and now those supplies were ready and would arrive at the school today.
Jiang Xiaoyu knew I was going to pick someone up in the afternoon and felt a bit concerned: "How long will you be busy?"
"It shouldn't be too late; I should be back by six or seven."
"Then I'll wait for you."
"Um."
I took Zhao Ming and another male teacher to the town.
Jiang Xiaoyu stood by the dormitory window, watching the car grow smaller in the distance, feeling empty inside.
In the afternoon, with no classes, he followed my instructions and took a photo after taking his medicine, sending it to me: "Sister Song Jia, I finished my medicine."
After a while, I replied to him: "Great!"
Jiang Xiaoyu stared at the two words on the screen, a faint smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
At that moment, his phone vibrated again.
He opened it to find that I had sent him a small green dog made of straw.
He was slightly taken aback, then realized this was the gift he had mentioned to me last time.
He carefully stored the green dog away and sent me a message: "I like this gift, thank you Sister Song Jia."
I didn't reply to him.
He probably was busy.
Jiang Xiaoyu put away his phone and walked to the bed to lie down.
He couldn't sleep, as Song Jia's figure kept appearing in his mind.
Her smiling face, her angry expression, her kindness towards him...
Each frame made his heart race.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but his heart continued to beat rapidly.
Around six in the evening, Song Jia returned.
Jiang Xiaoyu heard the sound of a car engine and hurriedly got out of bed to run to the window.
It was definitely her.
But she wasn't alone; there was a boy standing next to her, with his arm around her shoulder. They seemed to be discussing something.
Jiang Xiaoyu's pupils constricted suddenly, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by something, making it hard for her to breathe.
The boy was Gao Yang.
Gao Yang was the person in charge of the donated supplies this time, and he was also my first love.
I didn't know Gao Yang would come; if I had known, I definitely wouldn't have let him come to the school.
All the way here, Gao Yang kept talking to me. To avoid any misunderstandings, I kept my distance and didn't say a word.
After getting out of the car, Gao Yang asked me, "Who was that boy just now?"
"What boy?"
"The one standing by the window, staring at us."
"Oh, him? His name is Jiang Xiaoyu; he's a new volunteer teacher."
Gao Yang nodded slightly. "He's quite handsome."
"He's okay."
As we spoke, we had already walked into the school.
Jiang Xiaoyu stood at the dormitory entrance, looking at us with a complicated expression.
I walked up to him and softly asked, "Are you feeling better?"
He forced a smile. "Much better."
"That's good."
Gao Yang walked over, looking at him curiously. "Who is this..."
"My name is Jiang Xiaoyu," Jiang Xiaoyu answered quickly.
Gao Yang extended his hand friendly. "Hello, I'm Gao Yang."
Jiang Xiaoyu glanced at him and reluctantly reached out to shake his hand. "Hello."
I looked at the two of them and asked in confusion, "Do you know each other?"
Gao Yang shook his head. "No, but I think Teacher Jiang looks a lot like a friend of mine from the past."
"Really?" I was a bit surprised. "Which friend?"
"A classmate from high school, but we haven't seen each other in many years."
Jiang Xiaoyu's face turned pale, his eyes downcast, and he didn't say anything.
I checked the time and said to Gao Yang, "Are you hungry? Let's go to the cafeteria for dinner."
Gao Yang nodded. "Okay."
We walked towards the cafeteria while Jiang Xiaoyu stood in place, watching our backs with a dim expression.
During dinner, Jiang Xiaoyu was absent.
I asked Principal Chen, "Where is Jiang Xiaoyu?"
Principal Chen shook his head. "I don't know; I haven't seen him since this afternoon."
I thought for a moment, then stood up and walked outside.
Jiang Xiaoyu's dorm room door was closed. I knocked on the door, and a low voice came from inside. "Come in."
I pushed the door open and walked in, seeing him sitting at the table reading a book.
"Why aren't you going to eat?"
He looked up at me briefly and replied calmly, "Not hungry."
"You have to eat even if you're not hungry; you just got a little better from being sick."
He put down the book and quietly stared at me. "Do you really care about me?"
I was taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
He lowered his gaze and fell silent.
I walked up to him, raised my hand, and touched his forehead. "No fever; why are you talking nonsense?"
He shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Then you should eat; I’ll head back first."
"Okay."
I returned to the cafeteria, and Gao Yang asked me, "Is Teacher Jiang okay?"
"He's fine, doing well."
"That's good."
After dinner, Gao Yang suggested taking some photos to document the school's situation.
I initially wanted to refuse, but considering that the children really needed the donations, I reluctantly agreed.
I took Gao Yang to the playground and pointed to the hillside in the distance. "Over there is the playground, and next to it are the basketball hoops and ping pong tables."
Gao Yang raised his camera and took a few pictures of the hillside.
I looked at the camera in his hand, hesitating a bit. "Will these photos be made public?"
"They won't," Gao Yang smiled. "They're just for making a brochure to attract more kind-hearted people to donate supplies."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
"Are you worried about the kids being exposed?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "They've been through so much pain, and I hope their future can be a bit more peaceful."
Gao Yang nodded in understanding. "I get it."
He took the camera to capture other corners of the school while I followed him, staying alert.
When his lens pointed towards the dormitory building, I started to feel anxious. "You can't take pictures here!"
Gao Yang looked puzzled. "Why not?"
"It just can't be done. If you insist on taking pictures, then I'll have to ask you to leave."
Gao Yang sighed helplessly. "Alright."
That evening, Jiang Xiaoyu had quite a bit to drink in the cafeteria; his face was flushed and his eyes were watery.
He left the table to go to the restroom but didn't return for a long time.
Worried about him, I asked Zhao Ming to accompany me to look for him.
Zhao Ming led me outside the cafeteria and pointed to a rock beside it. "Teacher Song, Teacher Jiang is over there."
Following Zhao Ming's finger, I saw Jiang Xiaoyu sitting on the rock, looking up at the sky.
The moon tonight was full and bright, hanging in the dark night sky like a lantern, illuminating the entire night.
I walked over to Jiang Xiaoyu and softly asked him, "What are you doing?"
He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Look at the moon."
"What’s so great about the moon?"
"It’s beautiful." He gazed at the moon with fascination. "Only the moon can be seen no matter where you go."
I was slightly taken aback, feeling a strange emotion rise in my heart. "Are you homesick?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Then you..."
"Only the moon can be appreciated by both of us at the same time."
I was stunned, staring blankly at him.
He turned his head to meet my gaze and suddenly smiled. "Isn't it funny?"
"No..." I shook my head. "I just find it a bit surprising."
"Surprising?" He raised an eyebrow. "Surprising about what?"
"Surprising that you would say something like that."
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