Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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After that day, Jiang Sui never saw Chi Yiming again.
It wasn’t until December that the school began to pay special attention to their third year of junior high school. After all, the admission rate of each junior high school class was the guarantee of the school’s reputation.
Chi Yiming, who ranked first, received unprecedented attention.
His grades were very good, so the school asked him to give a speech to encourage everyone in the third grade of junior high school.
When he went to Jiang Sui’s class to give a speech, his face turned cold for a moment, and then he shared his learning experience with everyone with a humble smile. Jiang Sui looked up and found that Chi Yiming was staring at the blackboard at the back of their classroom with his neck stiffened, not even looking at her, and she was relieved.
After Chi Yiming finished speaking, he left. His footsteps were very heavy, and his face seemed very bad as soon as he left the teacher’s door.
Since he stopped pestering her, Jiang Sui began to pay attention to the high school entrance examination. She had never been a genius, but she worked hard enough, so her grades improved steadily after she recovered from her illness.
If she could finish the questions, her score would naturally be high.
Jiang Sui’s goal was R City No. 9 Middle School.
This was the best high school in R City.
She had failed the exam before, so she decided to work harder this time.
Every time Jiang Shuisheng came home, he would see her working hard in the practice room. He said distressedly: “Sui Sui, get up and move around. Your body is more important than studying. Just do your best in studying.”
Jiang Sui couldn’t laugh or cry. Perhaps her father was the only one who would advise his daughter not to study so hard.
She said: “If I work hard for another half a year, I will be admitted to high school.”
If you don’t have extraordinary talent, you can’t lose a step in your efforts. She was frivolous when she was young, but when she grew up, she realized how precious the time for study was. Without a good birth, you can only carve a way with your own hands.
In this rush of studying, the winter vacation soon came.
It snowed very late this year. But in February 2002, the heavy snowfall in R City came one after another.
And Jiang Xue fell seriously ill.
Jiang Sui still spent the New Year at her uncle’s house, watching over her cousin worriedly. Jiang Xue had lost a lot of weight, and her round cheeks had suddenly disappeared. Her double chin was also gone. She had a fever and was not very conscious.
Her sister probably fell in love with someone, but that person didn’t like Jiang Xue.
Jiang Xue had liked him since high school, writing love letters to him and spending all her pocket money to buy him small gifts. All her love brain and girlish heart were spent on the same person.
Later, when Jiang Xue went to college, she would get up very early every morning to reserve a seat for him in the library. When she saw him coming, she would run away in a hurry. She would run every evening and pretend to meet him by chance.
The boy’s dream was to sing, so whenever she had time, she would ask where he could get a chance to be on stage.
She boldly fell in love with him in high school, but he rejected her saying she was frivolous.
Later, during university, she quietly liked him, but he was still cold. Until not long ago, when he called Jiang Xue vicious and shameless because of another girl. Jiang Xue was stunned for a long time before throwing the singing contest quota list she had been asking around for so hard into the trash can.
She got sick when she came back.
No matter how much and how humbly you try to please and like a person, one could not withstand such torment.
Jiang Xue clenched Jiang Sui’s hand in confusion, still reciting: “Gao Jun…”
Jiang Sui sighed softly, touched her forehead, and responded gently: “Here he is.”
Jiang Xue’s tears suddenly flowed down the corners of her eyes.
On New Year’s Eve, Jiang Xue got better. She dragged a box out from under the bed and took out several albums and a burnt CD.
Jiang Xue’s eyes dimmed for a moment, then she smiled again: “Sui Sui, can you do me a favor?”
She had worked very hard to get those albums, and they were songs sung by Gao Jun’s favorite stars. And that burned CD was an “album” made for him after he practiced in the classroom with his guitar for many years. She secretly recorded it, edited it, and modified it.
Perhaps in Gao Jun’s eyes, Jiang Xue was frivolous, ignorant and infatuated, but she really tried her best.
All her youth was spent falling in love with him.
….
Jiang Sui took those albums and headed to Plum Alley.
During the Chinese New Year, the barren Plum Alley was still deserted. This alley had the cheapest rent, so it was also dirty.
She jumped across a small puddle, wondering where Chi Yiming lived, as she was afraid that he would suddenly appear in front of her.
Every door looked like their home.
Fortunately, she found the address on the note along the way, and she didn’t see anyone rushing out to scare her.
It was snowing heavily in the sky. Jiang Sui held an umbrella as her breath turned white. Following her sister’s instructions, she found the address and slipped in through the crack of the wooden door without knocking.
As soon as she entered, the door opened, revealing the face of a handsome and clean young man.
He was about twenty years old, with neat hair and clothes. He was stunned when he saw Jiang Sui, then frowned slightly: “You and Jiang Xue?”
Jiang Sui was surprised. She and Jiang Xue were cousins, but they only looked similar in appearance. When you saw someone who could associate her with Jiang Xue, he must be someone who was very familiar with Jiang Xue.
Gao Jun…
Gao Jun lowered his head and looked at the album: “What is this?”
It was the love that Jiang Xue gave up.
Jiang Sui sighed softly. According to what her sister said, she said, “It’s garbage that Jiang Xue doesn’t want.”
Gao Jun squatted on the ground, his fingers freezing when picking up the album. The knuckles on his hands were pale, and he seemed unable to hold the album firmly.
Jiang Sui turned and left.
The wind and snow blew her umbrella, causing a lot of resistance. Her long, slightly curly hair was slightly messy by the wind.
A tabby cat scurried past her, shivering. She followed its frightened figure and saw Chi Yiming who had finished washing clothes and come out to pour out the dirty water.
Chi Yiming was holding a plastic basin when his eyes fell on her.
Jiang Sui was stunned looking at him. In the middle of this winter, Chi Yiming was completely different from his dignified and elegant image in school. He was wearing a pair of flowery cotton trousers.
It just looked…warm.
Her hair was like a chicken coop, he wore cotton slippers, and he looked carefree.
Jiang Sui dully wanted to laugh, but she reacted the next second and held it back.
His expression changed: “Turn your head!”
Heavy snow fell on the top of her umbrella. She closed the umbrella and ran fast without saying a word. She only laughed when she was far away.
She smiled so heartily that the heavy snow fell gently on her.
The lips were so delicate and beautiful.
Chi Yan stood at the entrance of the alley and kept witnessing this scene. After realizing it, he lowered his eyes.
He stretched out his finger and wiped the blood from his face.
When Jiang Sui saw him, her smile suddenly froze.
Chi Yan’s clothes were worn to tatters, and half of his face was covered in bruises and bloodstains.
His wrist was also bleeding, drop by drop, and it was like a red plum blooming in the snow.
She asked: “Chi Yan, what’s wrong with you? What happened?”
Chi Yan raised his eyes and said in a cold voice: “Chi Yiming provoked you last time, what about this time? Did you take the initiative to provoke him?”
Jiang Sui was stunned: “What?” She didn’t realize until she reacted that she couldn’t explain clearly when she appeared in Plum Alley.
She saw a hint of indifference in Chi Yan’s eyes, and he thought she was trying to resist Chi Yiming but was still welcoming him.
Jiang Sui frowned: “Listen to me, I came to Plum Alley to find another person. I found him for my cousin, and it has nothing to do with Chi Yiming.”
Snow fell from Chi Yan’s hair, he coughed, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He was eighteen years old this year. Compared to Chi Yiming’s ridiculous trousers, he was wearing a thin windbreaker, and his broad and thin shoulders were covered with snow.
Jiang Sui had never seen anyone vomiting blood, so she quickly ran over: “Chi Yan, you are vomiting blood, you have to go to the hospital.”
His body was shaky, but before she could touch him, he took a step back: “Don’t come here!”
He closed his eyes: “Don’t come here, stay away from me.”
The February wind filled his lungs.
The blowing made him awake and painful.
She may like Chi Yiming, or she may not like Chi Yiming. However, he clearly understood that whether she liked him or not, her emotions were for Chi Yiming. Jiang Sui’s smile belonged to Chi Yiming, and her dislike and troubles also belonged to Chi Yiming, so what did Chi Yan have?
Perhaps there was pity and compassion.
However, pity and sympathy were the last things a man needed.
He never provoked her, just watched from a distance.
However, he hated Jiang Sui’s sympathy for him.
On the one hand, charity was given, but on the other hand, people desperately asked for it but could not get it. How many years did she think he could hold back his cold and calm mood? One year, five years, or ten years?
Jiang Sui once again heard his words telling her not to get close to him and stopped and stood there.
In Plum Alley, Chi Yiming changed his pants, grabbed two handfuls of hair with his hands, and rushed out: “F**k! Jiang Sui, stop for me!”
The voice was neither far nor near, so arrogant that Jiang Sui subconsciously raised her head to look at Chi Yan.
Chi Yan also looked at her coldly and said, “Get out of here.”
What cold and cruel words.
Jiang Sui almost went back to the scene where she was scolded and was made to cry by the “famous bad-tempered” Mr. Chi Yan. She pursed her lips, saw the blood on half of his face, gritted her teeth and walked forward.
She took a few steps, and there was a heavy thud behind her.
Jiang Sui turned around, and a boy had fallen into the snow.
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