Chapter Six 3
After the storm yesterday, the whole world was washed clean. Blue sky and white clouds, light breeze and bright sun, a new day, everything looks so beautiful.
What about me? Will I be fine too? Just like the sun will always come out after the rain and spring will always come after the winter, everything will be fine, right?
Facts tell me that reality is never what we want. There are some things I want to forget, but someone won't let me. When I stepped into the classroom, the photos on the blackboard reminded me of everything that happened before.
In the early morning, although there were not many people in the classroom, it was very lively. Several girls sat together, pointing and laughing at the photos.
"How stupid! Can't you dodge when a whole cake is thrown at your face?"
"Come on, who do you think the person in the photo is? She's a well-known idiot in our class! Someone threw a cake at her, and she didn't know how to hide."
"Really? Please don't tell her outside that she is a classmate of ours, otherwise I will be embarrassed along with her."
On the blackboard was a photo of me being hit with a cake at a birthday party. The whole cake was stuck on my face, and I looked as funny as I could be. Moreover, there was more than one such photo, which almost covered half of the blackboard. From me sitting there awkwardly to the cake being thrown at my face, it was like a slow motion shot, which made it clear to everyone how I was hit in the face with a cake.
I stood blankly at the door of the classroom, looking at the photo on the blackboard, listening to my classmates laughing at me, not knowing what to do.
"Enough! Have you laughed enough?" Before everyone could react, a figure rushed to the podium, tore down all the photos on the blackboard, and then tore them to pieces. "I tell you, whoever mentions this matter again is going to make things difficult for me. You can handle it yourself!" Ruiqing stood on the podium, looking at those people coldly, with an unquestionable cold tone. The girls opposite did not dare to speak, and each walked back to their seats.
I didn't expect that Ruiqing, who was always smiling, would have such a scary moment. He frowned and had an irresistible majesty. I was also shocked by his behavior, but I calmed down quickly. After these few days of tossing and turning, I am no longer the person who makes a fuss about everything. Now nothing can bring me a big shock. My heart is like a pool of stagnant water that can no longer stir up the slightest ripple.
I walked towards my seat with an expressionless face. When I passed by Ruiqing, I could feel his eyes on me.
"Ruya, you..."
He held me and was about to speak but I interrupted him: "I'm fine."
"Don't be angry. I promise that no one will dare to laugh at you next time."
Ruiqing hurriedly explained as if he was afraid that I would do something stupid. My cold heart suddenly felt warm, but that warmth was like sand held on my fingertips. It slipped through my fingers in just a moment.
"I'm not angry." I said calmly, "There's nothing to be angry about. It's just a mockery. Just laugh at it. I'm used to being mocked anyway. It doesn't matter if there are a few more of them."
I smiled nonchalantly, then shook off Ruiqing's hand and slowly walked to my seat. It turned out that I had become so numb.
I lay on the desk, buried my face in my arms, and dug my fingers into the wooden table top. Pain came from my fingertips, but I continued to dig as if I didn't feel it. My knuckles turned white from excessive force, and blood came out from between my nails.
I can't see anything and hear nothing, but that's good. At least I won't see the wound and it won't hurt so much.
"Ruya..."
I heard Ruiqing's deep sigh. It was so close to me, as if it was right next to my ear, yet it seemed so far away, as if it was at the end of the world.
Time is like a needle, it pierces my heart little by little, densely packed, making it impossible to escape and can only bear. Now I know what it means to spend a day like a year, and this torment is not because of missing someone, but because of the urgent need to forget someone.
I want to forget him, I said to myself.
I lowered my head to look at the watch on my wrist. The numbers on it reminded me that it was already half past six and I was the only one left in the empty classroom.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, dyeing everything golden. The halo falling on the glass added a touch of silent sadness to the empty classroom. The formula left by the math teacher on the blackboard seemed to be alive and jumping, laughing at me who was sitting there stupidly.
Laugh, laugh, I even want to laugh at myself. In order not to meet him again, I was so foolish as to wait until the sun goes down before going home, just like I once went out before dawn in order to meet him.
There were not many people in the subway station at this time. People who were leaving school or get off work had all left. Of course, that person was not there either. Only the billboard accompanied me in this empty subway station. I stood there quietly waiting for Line 2, which I was used to taking.
"One glance, one obsession, destined to be like a moth flying into a flame. Knowing it's a disaster, why are you still at a loss? It's best not to see you, it's best not to miss you, so that I won't fall in love with you. One more step past you, and I'll fall step by step..."
In the corner of the subway station, a girl holding a guitar was singing the song "One Thought of Persistence" over and over again. Even though there was no one there, she was still singing to herself.
I walked over, took out the only 20 yuan in my pocket and gently placed it in the piano case in front of her, then listened quietly.
"There is no one left." I reminded her gently after an unknown amount of time.
“I know, I’m singing to myself,” she said.
"It's better not to see you, it's better not to miss you, so that I won't fall in love with you. If we pass each other one more time, I will fall in love with you step by step..."
I don't know why my dry eyes suddenly became moist after hearing her words. A single thought is like a moth flying into a flame, isn't that what I am? I was determined to achieve my little wish, but ended up with bruises all over my body. In this empty subway station, in front of a strange girl, my vision began to blur.
"Ruya." A gentle voice suddenly came into my ears, just like it had appeared in my dreams countless times. I hurriedly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, but found that the more I wiped, the blurrier my vision became.
"Don't cry." The figure walking towards me step by step was so familiar. I was once ecstatic to see him and extremely disappointed to have missed him. He was Tsurugahara.
"Why...why are you here?" I asked and found that my voice was so bitter.
"I'm waiting for you," he said.
"wait for me?"
"Waiting for you." He stretched out his hand, with a clean handkerchief in his palm, "I'm sorry..."
"Tsurugahara, you bastard!"
Suddenly, a man rushed over and pounced on Tsurugahara. He had no time to react and was knocked to the ground.
