Chapter Twelve: Valentine's Day Without a Lover

  After New Year's Day, it wasn't long before the winter holiday started. After the Spring Festival, students from other grades were at home for the holidays, but we still had to go to school for supplementary lessons.

  This day is February 14th Valentine's Day, a day that has nothing to do with us.

  When class was over, someone hummed a song: Valentine's Day without a lover.

  Classmates are very quiet during class, without any noise, everyone is studying hard, no one wants to joke about their future. When the class is over, some classmates still want to have fun. Soon someone joins in and starts singing together.

  Although it is a key high school with strict rules and regulations, no one can stop the young boys and girls from yearning for emotions as they blossom. Sometimes they have wild ideas.

  The sky is floating with small snow, I stand alone in front of the window watching the outside world, the tree tops are hanging with crystal ice flowers, very beautiful.

  If it snows a bit more, it will become a vast expanse of white, won't it? It must be as beautiful as a fairy tale world. I thought so.

  Jingjing walked over to me and said, "Today is Valentine's Day, but we still have to come to class, how boring. It's snowing outside, it's so cold, I really want to go home and rest." After school, he will come pick me up, she said with infinite longing, her beautiful big eyes shining brightly. As if her friend was about to arrive at any moment.

  "What about you? Do you have a program today?" She looked at me and said, hoping to get an answer.

  "I study and read books." I continued looking at the snow, saying calmly.

  "You'd better be a bookworm, it's good for you!" Her tone seemed to have a hint of injustice on his behalf, I've already figured it out.

  As soon as I hear the name He Xiying, I get a strange feeling in my heart and don't know what to say.

  "Alright, I'm going to read a book." I had no choice but to hastily end the conversation.

  I glanced at He Xiying, he didn't leave the classroom, he was sitting there, his eyes were looking over here! I don't know what's wrong, my heart started beating fast, my face must be slightly red, I can feel its heat.

  Since the party received his gift, we have not spoken again for a period of time. He may still be unable to let go of that matter, or he is too embarrassed and can no longer speak to me as freely as before when nothing happened.

  He said to his classmates around him: "I have a few movie tickets here. Who wants to go after school?"

  I heard his voice ringing out loudly in what was originally a relatively quiet classroom, interrupting my train of thought.

  Su Wan, Han Wei and Tao Sha all signed up.

  His deskmate Li Yuxiang looked at me and said, "What's wrong with you again? Every time you're unhappy, you do something that makes people speechless."

  "What makes you think of this?"

  "I know what you're thinking." Li Yu continued to stare at me. "Take her away, gather up all those votes of yours, and that's it. Otherwise, you won't be able to rest easy."

  "How do you know me so well?"

  I've lost interest in their conversation, let these voices be completely irrelevant to me! I don't want to listen or get any information. At this time, the classmates who went out of the classroom have come back, and the classroom has become lively again. Let these words sink into the slightly noisy classroom! They are irrelevant to me.

  After school, Su Juan asked He Xiyin: "Is Lin Qingyi going or not? If she's going, I won't go."

  He turned around and looked at me, I lowered my head and hurriedly walked past them.

  No matter what kind of voice is behind me, I have left.

  A person walks on the road in front of the school gate, this road that has been walked many times, everything is still the same, without a bit of freshness. The difference is that today it is as lonely as I am. Just like my desolate heart.

  The snow has stopped, and occasionally a light snowflake floats down from the sky, sticking to my warm face. I suddenly feel a patch of moisture on my face, and I don't know if it's tears or melted snow. I quickly pull out my handkerchief to wipe it dry.

  Only then did I realize that I can only study here, everything else has nothing to do with me.

  I also wish someone could accompany me, but why is it still him that I hope for?

  But we have gone our separate ways. In the adult emotional world, there is a classic phrase: The heart of a lover is made of glass.

  I think his is mine too. I rejected him, he was heartbroken, and the helpless indifference he showed after being heartbroken also shattered my heart like glass.

  So between us, it's like a glass cup that has fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces, with no possibility of healing.

  It's not that we didn't meet at the right time.