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Chapter 43

"In the past, Lucheng was Lin Suisui's sun.

Now, Lin Suisui is Lu Cheng's life-saving medicine.

"

—

Lu Cheng did not attempt to get the answer immediately.

He paused, waved his hand at Lin Suisui, showed a rebellious smile, and said slowly: "Good night."

Without saying anything more, he turned back to the car.

In the dark night.

Cadillac is like a lurking beast.

Stand calmly in place.

Lin Suisui couldn't see the figure in the car clearly, and she didn't know what response she should make at this moment.

Stop in place for several seconds.

She turned around silently, moved into the building like a robot.

...

The night is as cool as water.

Turn off the lights, the moonlight shone in quietly through the gaps in the curtains.

In the half light and half dark, the fine dust in the air seemed light and clear.

Lin Suisui was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

In fact, after arriving abroad, Zhang Meihui did not accompany her for too long and rushed back to China. She only had a very small time to accompany her every year.

Most of the time, Lin Suisui is alone in a foreign country.

She had no one to talk, complain, and keep warm to each other.

In addition, I have a lot of thoughts and ways of thinking, and sleeping on time at night has become a difficult task.

During this period, she almost couldn't live without her diary. She had to paint two or three pages every day to feel more comfortable.

But over time.

Lin Suisui grew up day by day, his thoughts became mature, and he gradually got used to loneliness.

Then I no longer rely on diary pathologically.

Just making some fragmented records occasionally is also a means, which makes people calm down quickly.

Until now.

She no longer cared about any other thoughts and sat up straight and turned on the desk lamp.

The thin white fingers moved the drawer handle for a moment, suddenly pulled it away with force, took out the diary that had been covered for a long time and opened it.

I have changed many books, but I haven't written a lot of them yet. When I touch it, I also have the smoothness of some brand new paper, which looks like a stack of blank test papers brought by the teacher when I was in school.

The only difference is that this test paper only needs to be handed over to yourself.

Just do it.

Lin Suisui pinched the pen and gently fell onto the horizontal line.

She wrote: "Do I still like Lucheng?"

If I say yes, it seems that I am a little obsessed.

In fact, I have really not remembered this name for many years. I probably don’t like it?

But if you want to say something wrong, why would I be so deeply affected by saying a few words and doing something?

... Especially today."

Lin Suisui sighed deeply, stood up, and watered the two cactus balls on the windowsill.

Tonight, the atmosphere was really good.

But Lu Cheng's words when he parted, were the culprits that caused her insomnia.

As early as the second year of high school, not long after transferring to No. 8 Middle School, Lin Suisui occasionally eavesdropped on Lu Cheng's condition when Jiang Ting and Yu Xingduo were not aware of it and learned about it.

The two of them tacitly understood and hid each other's secrets.

Until Lu Cheng fell ill and was hospitalized.

She left a box of chocolate at the door of the ward. Although the person did not show up, Lu Cheng probably knew it.

But he still did not show any abnormalities and he still got along normally.

Lin Suisui felt that both of them were sick and she should be able to understand Lu Cheng’s thoughts.

I am unwilling to expose my fragility and nakedness.

I don’t want to be “cared for” by others to get cramps and bones.

So, why tonight?

Why do you say that kind of thing?

Why did she be shaken?

Tell her toss and turn?

Why did you have to force her to prevent her from escaping from her heart?

—

The first working week in September.

In the training institutions, students start school one after another, which is much quieter than the summer vacation.

The principal re-ordered class hours according to the needs and adjusted the rest day for each teacher.

Wednesday.

It's Lin Suisui's turn to rest.

She rarely woke up early. After thinking about it, she went downstairs with a very ritual feeling and went to a small shop on Qixia Road to buy breakfast for herself.

It just so happened that the breakfast shop was lively.

You can see the steaming from afar, rushing upwards, making people feel hungry.

Get closer, the aroma of the pancakes and fried dough sticks also spread out more and more along the late summer breeze.

Lin Suisui has been away for eight years and has been used to eating bread and coffee, but her stomach is still the same as Chinese.

When she walked into the store, she smiled, bought a rice ball, ordered a bowl of wontons, sat down, and filled her stomach happily and quickly.

At this moment, except for the breakfast shop, the whole road gradually woke up.

At the entrance of the shop.

When they went out, Lin Suisui happened to run into Chen Yiming's girlfriend.

The two of them were stunned and soon, they both chuckled.

“It’s early.

What a coincidence."

"Good morning."

Since they met, Lin Suisui simply followed the other party and walked slowly towards the flower shop, preparing to pick some flowers and decorate the atmosphere of life.

It is inevitable to chat a few times on the road.

The common topics are naturally mainly people who know each other.

In a flash.

Manman—Chen Yiming’s girlfriend, as if she was thinking of something, suddenly raised her hand and patted her head gently.

The action is very cute.

She said, "Chen Yiming told me yesterday that your school is about to celebrate the school, and you may have to contact your classmates to get together."

Lin Suisui was stunned, "Ah..."

Since she went abroad, she has not been following the news about No. 8 Middle School.

I have only been there for less than a year, but in fact, I don’t know enough about the various information of the school.

Jiangcheng No. 8 Middle School, as the top private school in Jiangcheng, has been established since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Later, it was renamed, differentiated, merged, relocated and rebuilt several times, and finally became the current Jiangcheng No. 8 Middle School. It has indeed a long history and a great reputation.

The school is rich and has a higher education rate. There are many big-name alumni, from various industries and top domestic and foreign universities. The school anniversary scale should be very grand.
To be continued...