Chapter Eleven: A Chance Encounter Without Words, a Lotus Flower Wears Autumn Rain

  "Old buddy, you're here! I've been looking for you all morning!" The old buddy looked flustered.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Let me tell you a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Lao Biao's face was full of mysterious expectation, waiting for his choice.

  "Can we not choose and go back to the classroom first?"

  "Not cooperating at all, no one is in the classroom, what's the point of going to the classroom?" My elder cousin looked disappointed.

  "What about him?" He started to get curious

  "...I asked you to choose just now, but you didn't choose, and now you're asking again!"

  He ignored Lao Biao and walked straight into the classroom.

  "It's really deserted! Brother Eyes has gone to review the scrolls, and everyone is called to pack up their things and go home for the New Year!" My elder cousin yelled from behind, almost going crazy!

  He was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. His original enthusiasm was all emptied by Lao Biao's one sentence. He turned his head and saw Lao Biao's sincere expression, and couldn't help but laugh again.

  "Let's go, back to the dormitory, pack up and head home." Holding onto my elder cousin's shoulder (although it was a bit of a strain), I gathered up my lost thoughts, took a faint glance in the direction of the classroom, withdrew my gaze, shook my head, and shook off that feeling of melancholy.

  "Old buddy, this winter vacation you must accompany me to practice basketball for a few days. You don't know how poor the level of those who play basketball in our area is! No one can grab rebounds from me! No one can defend against my layups!"

  "He was speechless all the way, and among those of the same age as him, you are the tallest, taking advantage of your height, and boasting about how awesome you are, isn't this obviously cheating?!"

  Back in the dormitory, Xiao Ji and the others had already left. Seeing the messy room, a strange feeling of parting rose up again in my heart, a little sad, a little sentimental, and a bit feminine.

  "Ah~~~~ who took away my underwear......" Just as he was still immersed in the farewell, a loud shout came from the balcony of his cousin.

  "...He quickly ran out covering his mouth, geez, is this really worth making a big fuss about? It's not like they're borrowing it to wear or anything. If the guys hear you yelling, it's no big deal, but if the girls from the opposite dorm hear you, won't their dorm's reputation be completely ruined..."

  "I only have two, I washed them all last night and was planning to wear one today, but now it's still hanging on the empty rack. Am I easy to mess with?!" Looking at the empty balcony, my brother is speechless.

  "Alas! ...This is indeed not easy, it's really a pity for you little brother, give you 20 yuan, go buy a temporary one first." He expressed deep sympathy for his elder cousin's experience.

  "Where are you going?" Lao Biao asked as he returned from buying underwear and saw Cheng A getting ready to head out.

  "Go get some books from the classroom, I'm not going back empty-handed, am I? At least you still have a basketball in your hand." He shrugged and replied.

  "Oh! Then you go ahead! Also help me carry a book, I also need to put on an appearance. At least let dad and mom feel that the tuition fees are not wasted!"

  "......" Looking at Lao Biao with a "cunning and strategic" expression, he suddenly felt dizzy, did he still need to pretend? For over a decade, who didn't understand who, it was as if they only didn't know how many hairs were on his body...

  "Oh! Must remember to bring Chinese, math, and English materials, especially English, they don't understand that stuff, I can recite two sentences and they won't even know if I'm speaking English or bird language..."

  "...". Hearing Lao Tiao's voice, he almost fainted and completely lost consciousness.

  Looking at the empty classroom, the sense of loss that had originally faded away suddenly intensified. It turned out that another reason I came to get my books was to hold onto a glimmer of hope and see if I could catch a glimpse of the school beauties... Now I realize that I'm just a guy who can't let go of his infatuation.

  Sighed with regret and walked towards his own seat...

  "Did I walk into the wrong classroom?" He looked at the neatly arranged desks in front of him, their surfaces had been carefully wiped with water, and the commonly used textbooks were placed inside in an orderly manner. He glanced around uncertainly, except for a few girls' desks which were clean and tidy, the others looked terrible!

  "Really mine? Who helped me tidy up?" He picked up the Chinese textbook with my name on it, his puzzlement growing.

  Perhaps it was the lingering luck in his heart that hadn't died yet, or perhaps it was the dying embers of luck that had reignited, but he inexplicably reached out and touched the desk of the school beauty.

  "Hahaha..." At that moment, I laughed, very happily, very loudly, and very recklessly.

  But the next moment, he almost cried... He casually touched the excellent student's desk, which was only one aisle away from the school flower.

  "Oh God! Save me! Give me a clear direction and tell me who is helping me with this!!"

  Something that was originally a source of great pride and arrogance for him has now left him on the verge of tears.

  He was stunned for a while and couldn't determine who helped me tidy up, patted the swollen head, picked up several books and walked out of the classroom...

  God arranged a miracle, which is for you and me to meet among tens of billions of people. I wanted to thank God, but forgot where he came from. In the scene of last night's dream, he left me with only a few words, precious enough, that is, to treat you well in this life.

  Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was a spiritual connection, or maybe I should thank the school flower's father, he built a villa-style house opposite the school, where they lived as a family, and also fulfilled my reunion with the school flower.

  When he walked to the school gate, he looked up and saw the campus belle on the second-floor balcony across from him. He believed that she had also seen him because he clearly felt their eyes meeting. He stood there in a daze, staring fixedly at her figure on the balcony, and she didn't leave either, as if unwilling to part ways.

  Less than a hundred meters away, the foreign-style house across the road seemed like a chasm in the sky, wanting to cut off the subtle thread of his relationship with the school flower and extinguish the love that was about to reignite in his heart.

  "Older brother, what are you still dawdling for? Come and help me quickly! I'm exhausted..." Just as I was immersed in a "100-meter two-person world" with the school flower, I was ruthlessly awakened by older brother's wolf-like howl!

  "...watching my brother-in-law carrying one box in each hand, with a large package on his back, and on his head...every day...he was actually wearing a steel helmet, no, it should be the large stainless steel bowl he usually uses for meals..."

  "Haha!" From a hundred meters away, the balcony transmitted the silvery laughter of the school beauty...

  "What's with this?" He hastily ran over and removed the "steel helmet" from Lao Biao's head, asking with a painful expression.

  "The bottom of the bowl seems to have a hole, your aunt asked me to take it back for repair!"

  At this time, Lao Biao had a rustic expression on his face, and he couldn't help but stare blankly.

  But Lao Biao's next sentence almost made him unable to bear it and hit him on the spot with the "steel helmet" in his hand.

  "Does Yang look good? This is what my older cousin specifically asked me to do to make you laugh..." My older cousin had a "I'm so funny, I'm so great, I did this for the expression on your face and the school flower's face" look.

  Before he could finish shouting, Cheng A covered his mouth and dragged him into the taxi that had been waiting impatiently by the side.

  "Why won't you let me finish?" Lao Biao's face was full of indignation.

  "...let you finish, not to mention that you made a fool of yourself and dragged me down with you. If the school flower's cold-faced mother heard about it, she'd chase me to the ends of the earth with a kitchen knife..."

  "Let me finish speaking, how great would that be! The school flower will definitely be very moved, and who knows, she might even agree to be with you!" Old Table continued non-stop.

  "...Don't talk nonsense!" Cheng A glared at him.

  "Nonsense! Didn't you see your expression at that time? You looked like a birdman who had grown a pair of wings and was about to fly into the school beauty's arms, oh no, it was more like you wanted to hold the school beauty in your arms..."

  Cheng A picked up an English book, rolled it into a cylinder, and stuffed it into the "latrine" where Lao Biao was still firing away... Finally getting a moment of quiet, he thought that the taxi driver had a deep understanding with him.

  "Hey kid, got a girlfriend?" The taxi driver asked with a curious face.