Chapter 21: Mom said

“You’re back.” Chu Jingyi’s expression was unclear, “I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Although her tone was calm and peaceful, Lu Li felt distressed because she was too calm. Lu Li smiled awkwardly, “Why are you here?” He realized his stupidity as soon as he said it. There were too many subtexts in this sentence, and the most direct understanding was “You shouldn’t be here.” Sure enough, Chu Jingyi’s shoulders moved slightly, and her voice became more suppressed: “I’m going back to the classroom, I won’t disturb you anymore.”

Looking at Chu Jingyi’s back as she turned away, Lu Li realized that Chu Jingyi was holding a bottle of watermelon juice. Yes, why can’t she be here? Isn’t there a canteen next to the playground? An Baili pushed him: “Li, hurry up and catch up with her, don’t make her sad.” Lu Li didn’t move: “Aren’t you jealous?”

“You brought a perfect girl out of the perfect world, and now you want to abandon her?” An Baili pecked Lu Li on the face lightly, “She and I are very similar, just like the two ends of the scale, I am at the bottom and she is at the top.” There was a sense of self-pity in her tone.

“I’ll find you later.” Lu Li woke up as if from a dream and hurried to catch up with Chu Jingyi. The bell rang, but the silly goose did not go to the classroom, but hurried to the botanical garden, and did not notice Lu Li following behind him. Lu Li looked back at the teaching building where the voice of “Class! Stand up!” came from, and he was quite worried. Dai Tou E had never missed class except for the last time when she accompanied him to clean the activity classroom. For this girl, what could be more important than class?

The soil in the botanical garden was soft, exuding the unique smell of earth after rain, perhaps the smell of earthworms, or perhaps the smell of rotten leaves. Lu Li used to like this smell very much, it was like the junction of life and death, like the transition between the end and the beginning. He heard a very low sob in his ears, one after another, as if he was trying to suppress it, and as if he was venting silently. On the bench under the osmanthus tree, the monitor sat alone, wiping his tears with his little hands, and his nose was about to burst out.