Chapter 2: The Love Letter Storm
Perhaps it was from that day's few words, my relationship with the school flower began to become subtle. Every time we passed by each other, I always felt like there were a pair of eyes watching me from behind. But I just smiled self-deprecatingly, shook my head and continued arguing with friends about the Chinese meaning of that English word.
On Wednesday afternoon, the atmosphere in the classroom today is a bit different, as if there is some kind of subtle movement hidden beneath the surface, like something is about to sprout, yet also seems to be stirring restlessly. This feeling is both familiar and strange, and I can feel my heartbeat racing irregularly.
Just as I was looking around in confusion, something unusual appeared...
A boy picked up a pink paper folded into a heart shape, walked with firm and slightly trembling steps to the desk of our class's top student (good grades and good looks, so we gave her the nickname "top student girl"), and under the curious gaze of the whole class and the top student girl, he mustered up his courage and put the paper on her desk.
Suddenly! The originally quiet lunch break has blown up...
The sound of discussion, applause, screams, and whistles blended into an irregular melody, interpreting a youthful anthem yearning for freedom, the unknown, and curiosity! Curiosity, anticipation, and excitement were the true reflections in all our hearts at that time.
"Can't believe it! This kid is usually so quiet and unassuming, but now he's showing such great courage!"
"Haha! This is called 'if you don't make a sound, then that's it, but if you do make a sound, then let it be a shocking one!'"
The man said nothing.
"If a boy like that were to confess to me, I definitely wouldn't reject him." The girl's eyes gleamed with longing.
"Every girl hopes to have her own pursuer." The girl also showed a look of admiration.
"Another good cabbage is going to be dug up by a pig!" B said, making an unjust expression, and immediately provoked a burst of hisses and cold stares.
However, at this time, the excellent student girl was in an awkward situation, perhaps unexpectedly, or perhaps she didn't know what to do?! She stared intently at the letter paper in her hand, as if trying to use her eyes to penetrate the paper and see what was written on it. Amidst the class's shouts of "Open it!" and "Read it out loud!", I saw the excellent student girl's face turn from white to red due to shock, and I suddenly had an inexplicable emotion brewing in my heart, wanting to find out what this unknown emotion was, but it left no trace!
Suddenly, the originally confused excellent student girl rushed out of the classroom amidst the rising waves of "open it" and "read it out loud" from the younger students, leaving behind a similarly confused boy standing still in his original spot.
In an instant! The classroom was filled with the sound of knocking on desks and whistling, even students from neighboring classes came to watch out of curiosity. I don't know if it's because I've been aware of the duality of things since childhood, or if I'm naturally pessimistic about everything, but that unknown emotion in my heart made me feel a bit uneasy!
I glanced at a certain boy who had already returned to his seat, and the result was that the boy's face was also full of anxiety. However, the classroom did not calm down due to the departure of the top student girl, but instead became more intense! The heated discussion pushed this "love letter incident" to its peak, and it even showed a trend of spreading to several neighboring classes...
That night, the love letter incident began to spread to every corner of the dormitory. Even some busybodies compiled several versions of it, revealing the Chinese people's nature of "good onlookers" towards anyone and anything.
Our dormitory was no exception, with male hormones recklessly impacting our restless hearts in curiosity about the opposite sex. A topic surrounding "females" unfolded from this, when everyone was arguing over a certain girl and their faces were red with excitement, I was immersed in my own world, when suddenly a strange idea burst into my mind
If I were to hand over the love letter in front of the whole class today, how would the school beauty react?
Good grief! What was I thinking? Shaking head in dismay, I tossed this unrealistic idea out of my mind.
"Old buddy, what are you thinking? Why aren't you saying a word?" The voice of Lao Biao (a colloquial term for brothers or sworn friends in Sichuan) and his gang came from the lower bunk, accompanied by a violent shaking at the foot of the bed!
"...", every time it's like this, and I'm not even afraid of falling off the bed. To express my protest, I maintain my usual silence.
"Old brother, do you know that in today's society, silence is like a lump of iron, it won't shine, only rust!" Below came the old brother's "high tone"
"...I'm thinking about something." Afraid his "high-profile" would be even more shocking, I quickly replied
"Old buddy, you've been too low-key from the start of school till now, it doesn't match your style for the past 15 years at all! Remember when we were 7 or 8 years old, you would even stand on my shoulders to sneak a peek at others taking baths..."
"Bang!" With a sudden movement, I jumped onto the lower bunk and sat on my brother's body, covering his mouth! This is too shameless, wasn't it agreed when we came here that "we wouldn't mention past 'glorious deeds' again"?
The old man struggled for a while and finally raised his hand in compromise.
After getting the guarantee from my elder sister, I flipped over and got into bed, pulling up the quilt to cover my head, isolating myself from the intense debate outside (the teacher's questions during class had never seen them so enthusiastic) and started dozing off...
Rather leisurely watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard, casually following the clouds rolling and stretching in the sky.
