Chapter 1 I Won't Let You Leave Me 3
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Early in the morning, the hurried knock on the door and my father's impatient shouting woke me up from my sweet dream.
"Yuan Wan, it's almost 8 o'clock, why don't you get up and go to class?"
Attend class?
By the time I opened my eyelids completely, the sunlight had already passed through the dark brown curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing a white background.
"Oh my god!" I finally realized what was happening. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. I washed and changed clothes in one go, which took less than 5 minutes. Then I pushed my bike out the door.
The air is so fresh today !
The tops of the sycamore trees on both sides of the path have exposed their gray-brown dead branches, which seem to foreshadow the desolation of winter. The golden leaves of the sycamore trees seem to have painted a new layer of yellow paint on the path. The dew that has not yet evaporated on the tips of the leaves forms a special scene with the morning light, making the path look sparkling from a distance, giving me the illusion that I am riding on the Milky Way.
but--
I was about to be late, so how could I have the leisure to enjoy the scenery along the road? Today's first Marxist philosophy class was the first public class of the new semester, and it was a large class attended by several classes together!
The professor of the Marxism-Leninism class is extremely strict. I wonder if she will simply declare me to have failed the course just because I was late on the first day of school.
Thinking of this, I lowered my body and stepped harder on the pedals. Fortunately, there were not many cars or pedestrians on the road today, so I didn't slow down even when I was going downhill.
“Ding-ling-ling!”
Suddenly, a tall boy came out from the corner of the street in the distance. He was holding an environmentally friendly canvas bag in his hand. He was about to be bumped into by me, but he kept walking forward. I pressed the bell anxiously, but he walked into my lane leisurely as if he didn't hear me.
"You!" I was so scared that I pressed the brakes hard, but...
Something is wrong!
Why is the brake not working at all? Oh my god, it's not working!
About 50 meters away from him, I was so anxious that I shouted loudly: "Handsome guy in front, please make way! Make way!"
The boy was as tall as a model in a magazine, about 185cm tall. He wore a light grey baseball jacket, dark blue jeans that highlighted his long, straight legs, and a pair of black canvas shoes. He had short brown hair, and the sunlight poured down, casting layers of halos on the boy's body. His slender back made me dazed for a moment.
I was still about twenty meters away from him when I came to my senses and shouted even louder: "My brakes are not working! Handsome guy in front of me, please make way! Hey!"
Not only did this guy not hear my shouting, but when I deliberately turned the steering wheel and was about to pass by him, he suddenly turned around.
"boom!"
"ah!"
I screamed, and everything went black before my eyes. A huge force hit me hard and I flew up. I landed like a wild goose falling from the flat sand like a character in a martial arts novel. Suddenly, I seemed to see a gray figure falling into a mud puddle beside the road with me.
"My ass..."
I rubbed my painful butt, struggled to stand up, raised my arms and legs, and found that apart from some abrasions, nothing serious was wrong. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"call……"
Fortunately, I was not injured, but my clothes and pants were in a terrible state, being stained beyond recognition by the mud and water.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the boy who was knocked down by the bicycle also got up from the ground. I was shocked and rushed over to him : "Are you okay?"
This boy has healthy wheat-colored skin, a small face, deep facial features, sharp edges and corners, thick and black eyebrows, and a narrow distance between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes him look very heroic. His double eyelids are very wide, with obvious bags under his eyes, and his light brown pupils are like magic crystal balls. He has a high nose bridge and thin lips, and is cold and handsome.
Although this guy is a little "hearing impaired", he is really handsome.
"Do you know how to ride a bike?" The handsome guy's deep voice brought my thoughts back to reality.
He rubbed his elbow, frowned and glared at me, then picked up the white headphone cable from the ground with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Ah? I..." I was speechless for a moment.
This guy was clearly walking and listening to music with headphones on, but now he blames me.
However, to be honest, I shouldn't have ridden so fast downhill. Besides, he fell just as hard as I did, and his light gray baseball uniform was covered with ugly mud spots... Well, I just considered myself unlucky.
"I'm sorry... the brakes on my bike didn't work. I actually kept reminding you, but you didn't hear me." I lowered my head and apologized sincerely, "It was my fault for hitting you. I'm really sorry. I'm willing to compensate you for your loss."
The handsome guy pursed his thin lips, glanced at me, and responded indifferently: "Forget it."
After saying that, he turned and walked to the side of the road, picking up the books that had fallen out of the eco-bag when he fell.
It's strange, how come his book is the same as mine? Are we classmates? But I don't think I've seen him in school before.
"Wait." I called him just as he stood up to leave.
"What for?" The handsome guy turned around, his tone a little impatient.
"your clothes……"
I pointed at the mud on his clothes. He lowered his head and took a look. Then he waved his hand at me calmly: "It's okay. Go ahead."
Having said that, he continued walking forward.
I quickly chased after him and stretched out my arms to block him: "I will feel guilty if I do this! How much is your clothes? Let me compensate you."
"I said no need." He stopped me from taking out my wallet, quickly packed up his books and walked away, as if he was in a hurry.
"I will feel uneasy all day long." I looked at his back, and the guilt came over me again. I had no choice but to get on my bike and continue rushing to school.
Bicycling is still much faster than walking, and soon I surpassed the handsome guy. When passing a vintage clothing store, I saw a blue and white plaid jacket in the window, with a small smiley face embroidered on the left chest. It was simple and special, and quite nice. The model's figure looked similar to that of the handsome guy just now, so why not buy this jacket and give it to him as my compensation to him.
"That's it!"
I used my feet as brakes, got off the bike, walked into the store, and said to the clerk who came up to me, "Please help me wrap up that coat on the mannequin in the window."
Luckily, the coat was not expensive, or I would have been out of money. While waiting, I looked in the mirror and saw that my clothes were also covered in dirt, so I asked the clerk to pick a coat for me and changed my dirty clothes.
As soon as I walked out of the store, I saw the handsome guy. I was so happy that I quickly called out to him, "Hey! Handsome guy, wait for me!"
Fortunately, he didn't wear headphones this time. Hearing my shout, the handsome guy stopped and looked over at me in confusion.
"Here you go, bye!" I stuffed the packed clothes into his arms. Afraid that he would refuse after he realized what was going on, I took the initiative, got on my bike and left quickly.
