Chapter 91: Morning Breeze Skirt Flutters

  The next day, Fan Qianxu arrived at school early because he knew that today was Li Sisi's turn on duty. Generally, students of Chengxia High School who were on duty had to arrive at school earlier than their classmates.

  Last night, Fan Qianxu thought for a whole night, he finally figured it out and made up his mind. He felt that it was very necessary to find Li Sisi again and have another talk with her, to make things clear once more.

  Today's weather is very good, and in the spring, you can finally hear all kinds of bird calls. On the long campus road of Zhongnong High School, the banyan trees on both sides are still full of greenery, as if they have always been this color. The weather in D city is generally warmer, so the banyan trees are evergreen all year round.

  The faint scent of flowers can still be smelled, Fan Qianxu has not stopped for a long time to truly feel the taste of nature. It seems like it's been a very, very long century since all this was so far away from him, and now it feels so close, so real. He can finally open his heart and fully experience the beauty of this world.

  On the road, several classmates were walking in twos and threes. Fan Qianxu wanted to stop and take a look at what others were doing, wondering if they were also rushing like he was in the past. Of course, looking at it this way, he definitely couldn't see anything, because he wasn't them, so he didn't understand their lives at all. He only knew what his own life was like.

  At this time, time is still passing, but Fan Qianxu finally doesn't feel that time is not waiting for people, because now it's him who is waiting for time. When you quietly wait for time in the long river of time, unknowingly you also grow up, and finally don't have to be abandoned by time, abandoned in a past that never moves forward.

  Fan Qianxu smiled slightly, it's been a long time since he felt so relieved. His heart was very comfortable. The spring breeze woke up the peach blossoms, and of course, it would also blow off the petals. Season after season, the seasons are always circulating, but people will not be young again.

  Of course, Fan Qianxu would not have any feelings at this time, he just suddenly understood that's all. He really wouldn't feel sentimental about it. As Ge Jinghang said, some persistence is not persistence, but entanglement.

  Fan Qianxu prefers it when others say he's being shameless, because he thinks he really is being too shameless, liking someone who doesn't like him back, and this liking just won't end, continuing on and on without stopping. Sometimes it really feels torturous, many times wanting to stop and live for himself once, his heart belonging to himself once.

  But he just can't stop, even for a second, it's like his heart can't stop beating.

  But now it's fine, if you can't stop then don't stop, because there are more important things to do. Life is not just about one person, but many people and many things, and even more things to do. Feet that keep moving forward, won't allow myself to stagnate.

  Fan Qianxu felt especially good all the way, and the long-lost joy filled her head, making her footsteps much lighter. Finally, she saw Li Sisi painting on the bulletin board in the school campus.

  Fan Qianxu stopped in his tracks, looked at Li Sisi in front of him, and saw that Li Sisi was facing away from him. Her feet were on the chair, her toes curled up, and her right hand held a red chalk as she carefully drew a poster on the blackboard of the bulletin board.

  Li Sisi's deskmate, Mo Fei, was standing below, adding borders to the notice board. Neither of them noticed Fan Qianxu standing behind them.

  Fan Qianxu took a look at the board report painted by Li Sisi, several orchids swaying in the wind, and the few words on the blackboard made Fan Qianxu's eyes shine brightly.

  Wildflowers by Zhuque Bridge

  The setting sun shines at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.

  In old times, swallows in front of Wang Xie's hall

  Flying into ordinary people's homes.

  Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Alley", everyone knows what it means, but when Fan Qianyu reads this poem at this time, he has a different feeling, can't say what kind of feeling, but it won't be that nostalgic feeling.

  Fan Qianxu silently watched as Li Sisi drew and wrote on the blackboard, the morning breeze blowing her school uniform skirt and ponytail, so simple yet so beautiful. Cen Yanqiu still remembered that in his impression, Li Sisi was strong-willed and had never been so gentle, but now she was completely different.

  Fan Qianxu suddenly smiled, a little smile slowly spreading, and his heart was extremely sweet. He finally remembered why he liked this girl so much at first, it was because of her uniqueness, she had gentleness, willfulness, and strength, but none of these were pretentious. Such a girl, I guess anyone who met her would like her.

  Liking someone doesn't need a reason, and the feeling of liking someone is also irreplaceable. Fan Qianxu now especially cherishes this feeling of liking. This shouldn't become one's burden, nor should it be something that binds oneself. He thinks he should properly experience this beauty.

  Suddenly, Fan Qianxu didn't want to talk to Li Sisi anymore. Now, whatever he said was meaningless. What's important is that he liked her and wanted to enjoy the process of liking her. Not disturbing, not entangling, not panicking, but also not going with the flow, just quietly walking to the end.

  I don't ask for a specific day, but someday I will get the ending I want, an ending that suits me.

  Fan Qianxu thought so, and slowly moved his feet, leisurely walking towards the teaching building. Now he should probably go to recite a few English words or recite a few ancient poems. The morning always needs a few beautiful words to embellish it.

  As he walked into the classroom, Fan Qianxu suddenly found that there was only a student on duty in the classroom. He lazily greeted him and walked to his seat, everything was still the same as before, but with a different mood, just like a different person.

  It wasn't until much later that Ge Jinghang arrived at the classroom, and Class B was still full of unfamiliar things for him. Although he always told his classmates that it was the same here as in the past - you had to memorize books, play basketball, do homework, take exams... But everything before his eyes was no longer the same. He wasn't someone who dwelled on the past or got sentimental, but sometimes he couldn't help feeling a mix of emotions.

  He had just walked into the classroom and saw many classmates, but for now he was only familiar with one classmate, Fan Qianxu. The two of them were currently in the same class, Class B. He didn't know why, but it seemed like he had recently gotten closer to Fan Qianxu, whereas in the past he usually spent more time with his best friend Zhou Zhanling.

  "Hey, Ah Jian, why are you here so early today?" Ge Jinghang slowly walked to his own seat next to him, passing by Fan Qianxu's desk in front of him. He took a look at Fan Qianxu and only then did he discover that Fan Qianxu was writing English vocabulary, which made him feel somewhat ashamed because he never wrote English vocabulary.