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"But today, Aunt Shang doesn't want to continue anymore. She doesn't want the shares of the assets here either. Aunt Shang just wants to transfer this piece of land to pay off her debts."
"Shu Ran, can you understand Aunt Shang? I'm already in my forties, and I'm being chased for debts. I can't eat well or sleep well; it's really helpless for Aunt Shang."
Once the hardest words were spoken, it felt like a heavy burden was lifted.
But the weight of that burden no longer rested on her shoulders.
It was probably because the air conditioning in the room was set too high, and the cold air was blowing directly at Shu Ran, making her feel a chill seep into her skin, leaving her unable to utter a word.
Director Shang saw that she didn't respond and couldn't guess her thoughts, so he could only sit quietly and wait for her reply.
Shu Ran had been like a flower in a greenhouse since childhood, with many things resolved by her parents while she was always protected behind them.
This led to her being at a loss when things happened and having difficulty expressing herself in many situations.
But now, there was no one in front of her.
She had to face it alone.
"Aunt Shang, how much debt do you owe? I can help you pay it off."
Director Shang suddenly laughed, a mocking smile that seemed to ridicule either Shu Ran's youthful naivety or his own difficulty in putting such a burden on a child.
But he still stated a number, "Three million."
"Three million?" Shu Ran repeated, unable to hide her shock in her tone.
"Yes," Director Shang replied. He knew Shu Ran couldn't come up with that much money; he said it just to make her give up hope.
Shu Ran frowned slightly, running through one idea after another in her mind, but all were dismissed.
Finally, she bit her lip and spoke with a hint of pleading in her tone, "Aunt Shang, give me a week, and I will definitely gather three million for you."
Her delicate face revealed a stubbornness, and her eyes were filled with hope.
Director Shang shook her head, thinking to herself; well, let her hit the wall and not turn back.
"Alright, I'll give you a week."
Shu Ran's joy was just beginning to show when Director Shang added, "However, if you can't do it in a week, then you must sign the land transfer agreement."
"Okay." Shu Ran replied firmly.
A week is fine, as long as there is room for a turnaround.
...
As Shu Ran stepped out of the office, she saw Xu Jing standing at the stairway in the distance, seemingly waiting for someone.
She lifted her feet lightly and walked over.
As she got closer, she noticed that Xu Jing was wearing a yellow tracksuit today, which made her complexion look rosy.
However, she was too thin, making the tracksuit appear somewhat oversized. She stood there with a calm expression.
She softly called out, "Sister Jing."
Xu Jing slowly turned around. Upon seeing her, she stood still and waited for Shu Ran to approach.
"Sister Jing, who are you waiting for here?" Shu Ran asked as she walked up beside her, curiously peering in the direction Xu Jing had been looking.
"Waiting for you, let's go. I don't have class this period, so accompany me to walk around the playground." Saying this, she walked towards the entrance, and Shu Ran hurriedly followed behind.
It was not yet noon, and the sun was not too intense.
The two walked side by side under the shade of the trees, with a few cicadas faintly chirping above, not noisy at all.
A gentle breeze blew through the gaps in the leaves. Xu Jing stopped and casually found a spot to sit down.
She patted the space beside her, indicating for Shu Ran to sit as well.
Shu Ran sat cross-legged, while Xu Jing looked up at the dense green leaves of the tree and sighed, "These leaves are so lush and beautiful. If only they could stay this green forever."
Shu Ran chuckled softly and said, "Trees have their seasons: they bud in spring, grow leaves in summer, shed them in autumn, and stand bare in winter. It's always this cycle that repeats."
"And what about people? Are they like leaves too—budding, growing, withering, decaying?" Xu Jing picked up a fallen leaf from the tree, gently blew off the dust, and fiddled with it in her hand.
"Oh no, people only get one chance; there's no cycle." It seemed like she suddenly remembered something as Xu Jing added.
Shu Ran looked puzzled, not understanding why Xu Jing was comparing people to trees.
"I overheard your conversation with the principal. I happened to be going to report on my work at that moment and heard you talking as I reached the door," Xu Jing said casually while pinching the leaf.
Shu Ran smiled faintly, her eyes showing a hint of discomfort.
Xu Jing turned her head to look at her seriously and said, "The principal has her difficulties; we just need to understand that. But Shu Ran, you must know that everyone has their struggles. The past is behind us. Holding onto it will only make you sad and put others in an awkward position."
"People should look forward; if past hurts cannot be changed, then let them go. Life only happens once; don't leave yourself with regrets."
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
The school bell rang, and the distant sounds of children chatting and laughing came from the teaching building.
"Thank you, Sister Jing. I understand now," she said, standing up. "I'll go help out."
"Go ahead," Xu Jing waved her hand.
Watching her figure leave, Xu Jing suddenly remembered the first time she met her.
Back then, she always wore two ponytails, bouncing along as she ran.
Her eyes were clear and lively, and her smile and voice were sweet; calling her "Sister Xu" always made her feel like she had just drunk a few cans of honey.
After school, she loved to come find Principal Shu Jinghe, not making much noise but quietly staying in the office.
The teachers at that time all liked her, finding her charming and adorable.
Later, several years passed before she saw her again.
It was at a funeral; she sat in the church with no expression on her face.
Her eyes were terrifyingly red and swollen, completely devoid of their usual liveliness and clarity.
A black dress enveloped her frail figure, making her appear so weak that she seemed like she would fall over with just a touch.
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