Chapter 70 of Volume 1: Smiling Face Like a Flower

  "Did Du Ruo really disappear just like that?" Xi Ya rubbed her sleepy eyes and ran over to An Junli, leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed.

  "I don't know, but she's made up her mind to leave, and no one can stop her. Even if she says she loves me, I won't stand in her way." An Junli casually plucked a leaf and crushed it in his hand. But his expression remained pure, without any hatred or sorrow etched on his brow.

  "But what can a weak woman like her do?" Xī Jiù got up and patted his back, wondering if sleeping on his stomach was a sign of premature aging.

  "There are many things she can do, I just hope she doesn't betray her own happiness. Du Ruo is too crazy, she's like an arrow flying out, no matter what the environment around her is, whether it's a dead end or a desperate situation, she can only rush forward with all her might, refusing to give up until she reaches her goal." An Junli's five fingers clenched together, but there was no sound of cracking knuckles, perhaps some verbal daggers didn't need to be explicitly expressed.

  "But I don't understand what's the difference between her seducing Mo Xiao to get first prize and asking Mo Xiao for the first prize money. Moreover, she didn't hesitate to harm others, causing them to be hospitalized or transfer schools, just to secure her own victory. But as it turned out, she ended up with nothing in the end."

  "I used to think that Du Ruo was a person who would stop at nothing for money, but later I found out that she wasn't like that. She wouldn't take other people's money. She'd rather commit a crime and rob a bank than have others look down on her as a beggar dog and give her a bowl of rice. Her kindness and self-respect were always in conflict at times like these, but her self-respect was an invincible garden of lotus flowers. If one day Du Ruo is unhappy or living a miserable life, it must be because her self-respect has harmed herself." An Junli took a deep breath, saying he didn't care about Du Ruo would be a joke.

  It's not easy for people to let go of something, just like when you heard the news about Bin Laden's death today, maybe the next second you want to verify whether it's true or false, and then follow with excitement or sighs or regrets. People can only be worried and grieved about things that have nothing to do with them, let alone a girlfriend who used to be with them every day.

  Xī jiào looked at ān jùn lí's serious expression and knew he was a big rock that would sink easily in any water. But he was also easy to deal with, one sentence could pull him out of the deep abyss. Because ān jùn lí had a strong survival instinct, no matter what time you gave him a wooden board, he could struggle to climb up and follow you to be happy or continue to be sad.

  "Never mind, everyone has their own fate! We're all struggling to survive ourselves, every day feeling our way through the murky waters of life, who has time to worry about someone else's funeral arrangements?" Xī Jiǎo said to ān Jùn Lí.

  "Haha, you're right. When should we prepare our own funeral? For someone as great as us who has been specially taken care of by fate with such a deep and heavy destiny, we can't just die suddenly. I've decided to play that song 'Difficult Brothers' at the funeral." An Junli put his arm around Xi Que's shoulder, and the two of them walked into the small woods on campus where romantic feelings easily sprout, bumping into many couples who were hugging and kissing. They even received many cold stares, but they didn't mind at all and instead found it amusing.

  "No, this is it," "Actually, I don't want to leave, actually I want to stay." This is in line with the great characteristics of human nature that are reasonable and scene-based.

  "Haha," An Junli laughed, holding his stomach and squatting on the ground. Xi Zao supported him, also laughing non-stop, revealing more than a dozen extremely uneven teeth. Now it seems like the two of them are like intertwined tree roots that have grown together, their bodies twisted with laughter.

  At this time, the protagonists in the eyes of the little lovers on the side are no longer their boyfriends or girlfriends, but these two weirdos. The boys think that these two people who don't know the times are here to ruin the scene. The loving girls think that this is an era of free love, and there's no reason to reject the great love of another species, who knows if they will multiply and grow into a new era in the future?

  Xiǎo's face always has a weird expression, even when he's not laughing, it's still someone else's joke. On the left side of Xiǎo's face, there are deep dimples, and his eye sockets are somewhat sunken, as if he had overdosed on drugs and slept off a hangover, sometimes making people think that if he died, his skull would be an excellent alien specimen.

  However, Xi Qi does not give people a sense of being deeply ill, and although the eye sockets are deep-set as decorations, Xi Qi's eyes seem like lively spring water, and being infatuated with them is like being outdoors listening to the sound of spring water.

  But the more he doesn't smile, the more it makes people feel that his face is as beautiful as a flower. And yet, on this young boy's face, it makes people reflect on the cruelty of fate. Fate loves to mock these poor people who are being played with and applauded, clearly tormenting someone repeatedly, but still wanting him to laugh heartlessly, laughing until others can see the sound of flowers falling and shattering in his smile.

  When Xi Ya's smile fell, his eyes were also filled with a smile, but it wasn't really him smiling, it was just his face. Even the smile flowed out in blood, An Junli felt that only he could see that it was a piece of rotting flesh and blood. But he could penetrate through this superficial skin and meat, to reach Xi Ya's inner heart where there was a sunny little boy sitting under a peach blossom tree. Really, he smiled like a pure little girl.

  When Xiǎo sleeps, he always curls up unconsciously, even with his eyes closed, he still sprawls out in a big "da" shape occupying the entire bed. However, soon after, he will shrink back together, wrapping himself into a ball like a panda.

  An Junli said to Dan Qing, "Perhaps this is what it means to have no sense of security. He has no home, and his soul is always wandering on the road. He says he often wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling as if he's in the middle of a black river, with turbulent waters rushing past his ankles, slowly eroding his body. But he can't move an inch, and even struggling is impossible. Several times, he's cried uncontrollably."

  An Junli's eyes suddenly focused upwards, but Egg White had already seen the rolling Adam's apple, believing that what flowed there was not saliva, but bitter tears. An Junli looked into the distance just to let his sorrow flow in reverse, even if it flowed into his heart and moistened his five organs and six viscera, he couldn't let his grief break through the first line of defense and flow under the scorching sun.