Chapter 4 Time Cooks Rain
Even heavy snow cannot erase the marks we left on each other.
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Yes, that’s right, I am Song Xihe, not Song Hexue.
Although I don't want to admit it, what Hua Ziyin said is absolutely right. He Xue has gone to another world, and I am still living in this world with guilt. No matter what I do, she will never come back.
If I could, I would rather be the one who disappears. However, there is no regret medicine in this world. And God will never give me another chance to correct the mistakes I made.
If we look closely, when did the mistake start?
The story probably started a year and a half ago, when there was a long winter with snow.
Let’s go back to a year and a half ago. I was Song Xihe, the famous “female devil” in Baisha School and the beautiful school belle that every girl envied and jealous of.
At that time, I seemed like another Lian Mengsha, proud, arrogant, and domineering. The treatment I received like a star made me forget that I had actually always been a lonely traveler.
The only difference is that I see things more clearly than Lian Mengsha. I understand that those people around me don't regard me as a friend, they just want to use my halo to illuminate themselves. But I don't care about these, because I stubbornly believe that people like me don't need friendship at all, until Hexue broke into my sight in her unique way of being shameless.
Strictly speaking, I don't remember all the details of my first face-to-face contact with Hexue, because I had an infinitely wonderful life as a school beauty at that time, who would pay attention to the inconspicuous Song Hexue?
Therefore, it was only later when Hexue repeated it in my ear carefully over and over again that I had a roughly complete memory of my first encounter with Hexue.
Therefore, according to Hexue's memories, my first meeting with her was like this...
It was an unusually cold winter day. There were sporadic snowflakes floating in the sky and the world around me was all silver and white. I was wearing a very eye-catching rose-red cashmere coat and was walking along the main road of the campus, surrounded by a group of people.
When I was about to reach the teaching building, suddenly, a pink "sphere" rushed towards me and finally fell at my feet. The "pink sphere" was Song Hexue, who was wearing a pink lace down jacket. Her fat body and funny falling action immediately caused a burst of laughter. People around me looked at her with mocking eyes, and only I smiled and stretched out my hand to her.
She probably didn't expect me to do such a "friendly" thing. She lay on the ground with her head slightly tilted up, staring at my outstretched hand stupidly. She stayed there for a long while before she became very excited as if she had received some great favor. She stammered, "Thank you... No, you don't have to pull me. My hands are dirty."
As she spoke, she clumsily got up from the ground, clapped her hands, and grinned, her round face full of silliness: "Song Xihe, you are so nice."
I withdrew my hand indifferently, not looking at her, and was too lazy to explain to her. The reason why I extended a helping hand to her was not because I sympathized with her, nor because I was kind-hearted. I just wanted to show that I was different from those who laughed at her. I was the unique and different Song Xihe, that's all.
I led everyone past Song Hexue without looking away, but she suddenly grabbed the corner of my clothes. I slowly turned around, raised my chin slightly, and looked down at her silently, patiently waiting for her to make some unreasonable request. I know people like her too well. It is their nature to push for more.
Sure enough, she grabbed the corner of my clothes, looked at me sincerely and said, "Song Xihe, let's be friends!"
After saying that, she raised her head proudly and smiled at me, her eyes narrowed into thin slits, as if it was my honor to be her friend.
I almost laughed out loud at her tone, but I still maintained my proper demeanor, smiled and pointed at the girls gathered around me : "As you can see, I already have a lot of friends."
"One more me won't make any difference." She seemed not to hear my refusal and smiled at me while winking.
"But..." I spread my hands, "Why should I be friends with you?"
"Because..." She tilted her head to think for a moment, then said confidently, "There is a kind of star that cannot shine by itself. It must reflect the light of the sun to be seen by people. I am that kind of star, and you are the sun I am looking for."
I pretended not to understand: "So, you're saying that stars like you can only shine through me, so you want me to be your friend, right?"
"Yes." She nodded heavily, the smile on her face looking innocent.
I suddenly began to doubt my own eyes and ears. I never knew that a person could speak so confidently about selfishly taking advantage of others .
I couldn't help but frowned: "But I don't have the helpful quality, so--" I paused deliberately, looking up and down her fat body with cold eyes, "I don't want to have another friend like you."
When I finished saying this, the girl next to me pushed her away without any hesitation, yelling at her: "Hey, Fatty, get out of the way. Look at yourself, and you still want to be friends with Xihe. Don't you think you are embarrassing Xihe?"
I knew very well that once this kind of ridicule started, it would be out of control, but I didn't intend to stop them from mocking her, because I wanted to use the fastest and most effective way to let her know that if someone like her became friends with someone like me, she would only be ridiculed even more.
But it was obvious that she didn't appreciate my kindness. After I walked a long way away, she shouted at me across the crowd: "But, Song Xihe, although there are so many people around you, in fact, none of them really regards you as a friend. So, let me be your friend, otherwise, you will be too lonely."
I don’t know why, but when I heard her call, my determined steps to leave actually hesitated a bit.
I stopped, turned around, and shouted at her, "Hey, Pink Ball, do you think I'm as stupid as you? Of course I know they don't really consider me a friend, but, what does it matter? I, Song Xihe, am the sun that can still shine without stars."
Have you ever seen two suns in this world? The sun is originally lonely!
I ignored the embarrassed faces of "my friends" around me and strode away. I told myself that the reason why I didn't walk so firmly and stand so straight when I left was because the weather was too cold, not because the word "pink ball" hit my soft spot.
This was the first time Hexue and I had face-to-face contact as far as she could remember, but I really began to have an impression of Hexue in early spring a few months later.
It was also the season of mist and rain. I was wearing a red dress and holding a white umbrella, standing alone in front of the grades bulletin board of Baisha School, with a sea of pink flowers behind me.
I tried my best to control my expression, not wanting to show my emotions to others, but I couldn't help frowning when I saw the rankings on the bulletin board. I saw my name in the first place, but unfortunately, there was another person's name next to mine, and I was tied for first place. This meant that I would most likely not get the chance to participate in the math competition in City Z in April.
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether I can participate in the competition or not. What’s important is that I can go to City Z in April, because then I can see my super busy mother who has been assigned to City Z by the company and whom I haven’t seen for three months.
She also promised me on the phone that if I could go to Z City to participate in the competition, she would squeeze out half a day to spend my birthday with me. This was undoubtedly a great temptation for me, who had spent my birthday alone for seven consecutive years. Unfortunately, it was a tie for first place.
I looked at my name on the bulletin board and sighed inwardly, but still maintained a calm smile on my face. When I was about to turn around and leave, I heard someone sigh softly behind me.
I turned my head and saw the person whose name was next to mine—Hanako Yin, who always occupied the first place.
I glanced at him indifferently and turned away.
But he walked up to my umbrella, tilted his head, and smiled at me as brightly as a blooming flower.
I treated him like air and deliberately ignored his existence. Hua Ziyin was the only one who was as "famous" as me in Baisha School, nicknamed "Butterfly". I could hear the "legends" about him from the girls around me almost every day, so I was already familiar with all the "bad deeds" of this person.
I don't care about people like him, so we have no contact in real life. But I don't know what's wrong with him today, he came to pretend to be an acquaintance with me, and smiled so much that he deserved a beating.
I held my umbrella and walked forward expressionlessly, and he would occasionally turn his head to smile at me. I was finally irritated by his inexplicable smile, and I turned my head to glare at him fiercely: "Psycho!"
He was probably irritated by my gaze, his expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly: "Yes, I am sick!" Then he turned around and strode away.
He turned around so much and spoke so badly that I couldn't help but look back at his back. This man is not only sick, but also very weird.
