Chapter Thirty-Three: The Desolate Autumn Wind

  The three-day National Day holiday passed quickly, and Qinghe Soybean Milk's business opened for three days and achieved a great opening. From morning to afternoon, the store was crowded with customers. Afterwards, Wen Huiming wrote an article under Wen Can's guidance, titled "A Song of Victory", which focused on laid-off workers re-employment, after being polished by the secretary office and reviewed by Xu Fuxiang, it was published in Qingzhou Daily and other newspapers, causing great social attention. Especially with the photo of Xu Fuxiang holding a soybean milk cup, with the caption "Good Taste" in bold font, within less than a week, Qinghe Soybean Milk's name became almost household.

  Business was booming, and Li Shengli immediately hired three more employees, all of whom were young and beautiful girls wearing uniforms, flitting about the store in a dazzling display. Wen Qiang would often sneak into the soy milk shop with a notebook to write and draw, no one knew what she was busy with all day, sometimes she would even help Li Siqing with her first-year homework. After this period of recuperation, combined with playing with Xu Yao and the others, Li Siqing gradually recovered her former personality, occasionally playing pranks on Wen Qiang, but after going through those two years of hellish days, compared to children of the same age, no matter how mischievous she was, she still seemed well-behaved and sensible, lovely and moving.

  Since the opening ceremony was caught on that day, Wen Chen had never seen Xu Yao again.

  The first day after the holiday, Wen Xiang arrived at school early. Everyone was still recovering from the laziness of the three-day National Day holiday. The large campus was quiet and deserted at this time, with only a few classmates occasionally riding bicycles quickly passing by on the overpass. In the clear morning of October, walking under the shaded path of this era, even the wind seemed to carry a hint of greenness. Wen Xiang placed her hand on the railing of the large playground, gently stroking the cold iron surface with three fingers, leaving behind three winding finger marks as she walked by.

  As I passed by the experimental building, I suddenly saw two people who seemed to be talking about something under the building. Wen Jian's eyesight was very good, and he could almost clearly see that Gu Wenyan's handsome face had a hint of anger on it, while Ji Su just stood quietly, her beautiful face full of helplessness.

  Wen Qian didn't stay and wasn't interested in knowing what had happened between the two of them, and slowly walked into the classroom.

  Deng Renyi arrived just in time for class, and Wen Xiang smiled and clasped his fists together, saying: "Thanks, Autumn Water."

  Ren Yi's face fell, and he listlessly waved his hand: "Tang Fang is gone, Xiao Qiushui is also gone... from now on, please call me Ye Ye Qiu Yu Gu Deng Xia..."

  He was taken aback, every night under the solitary lamp in the autumn rain, filled with hatred for the shattered hearts of people everywhere. Was it really necessary? He carefully chose his words and asked tentatively: "Solitary lamp, autumn rain... Brother Solitary Lamp, please! What did Tang Fang do to make you so heartbroken?" Not long ago, Ren Yi claimed to be Xiaozhou's sworn brother, but Tang Fang was still forcibly assigned to work with Ji Su.

  "Pshaw! Tang Fang is as clear and pure as jade, how could she hurt my heart? The key is that now someone has intervened, I...I will naturally be sorrowful every night."

  Wen Cong understood as soon as he heard it, and was sure that this kid knew Gu Wenyan was pursuing Ji Su, but was intimidated by the insurmountable mountain. But wasn't Gu Wenyan always showing great elegance? He had always been polite to Ji Su, so why was he now pestering her relentlessly, even Rèn Yì knew about it?

  But these have nothing to do with him. On the other hand, Xu Yao that girl has not shown up for two days, I wonder if she was confined by Xu Fuyan?

  The leisurely days lasted for about a week, during which time Wen Qian discovered something very strange. Ji Su, who had always been a good student, started to act out of character three days ago. At first, he was late in the morning, then disappeared without a trace in the afternoon before school let out, and today he didn't even show up for two classes.

  This matter should be placed on his warm and gentle body, that is normal, but for Ji Su, it is absolutely abnormal.

  The second class was followed by the usual exercise time, but it was temporarily cancelled due to rain. Wen Xiang felt that the room was too stuffy and walked out of the classroom to stand at the corner of the balcony on the second floor, looking down. The two-story Bo Xue Building was the teaching building for first-year students, with classes 1-4 on the second floor and classes 5-8 on the first floor. Across from it was the Hang Zhi Building, which also had eight classes. At the end of each class, a large crowd of people would gather at the balcony railing, chatting and joking in groups of three or five. Occasionally, someone would spit down below, only to be loudly scolded by students on the first floor. In the most lively moments, dozens of students would shout together: "Come up! Come down!" until a teacher came out to stop them.

  This is just one of the most common ways to vent in a boring and lonely high school life. Sometimes, you can even see students with signs around their necks being driven by teachers, marching in formation and kicking in unison on campus. The signs have written reasons for kicking in unison, generally with three main components: one is tardiness and early dismissal, two is truancy and absenteeism, and three is smoking and fighting. Occasionally, a legendary figure appears, and the sign will be written with reasons such as "inappropriate attire" (wearing slippers, shorts, and tank tops to class), "moral decay" (usually referring to puppy love), and "smashing the glass of the teaching office" (this happens frequently). Then, the students watching from upstairs and downstairs will respond with thunderous applause, welcoming these marchers like heroes.

  In the memories of my previous life, there was a classmate who was paraded three times in seven days for five different reasons and was given the nickname "Fifteen's Moon", which shook the world at that time. Since then, no one has broken this record in more than 20 years!

  Memories of the past, a warm and gentle expression with a hint of daze. The sky is pouring down heavy rain, drawing out silver water lines along the eaves, pounding on the green stone path below, making a patter sound, as far as the eye can see, it's all misty, adding a touch of magic to the entire campus.

  Suddenly a slender figure ran over from the heavy rain, the wind blowing her sky-blue umbrella to and fro, every step splashing up a string of water flowers, looking down from above, like lotus flowers blooming behind her, leaving a trail of ripples.

  It's Ji Su, but she still came too late.

  Ji Su, with half of her clothes wet, looked a bit disheveled. Wen Chen, sitting behind her, would occasionally glance over and find her staring blankly, the textbook on the desk untouched for a long time. Meng Ke sat close to her, occasionally whispering something in a low voice, his comforting expression evident.

  Calm and peaceful in mind, I wouldn't bother asking about anything else. After lunch on a noon school day, as I passed by the lab building, I suddenly noticed that Xu Ya had her hands inserted into the pockets of her jeans, heading upstairs. The lab building is five stories high, with a spiral corridor that leads directly from the first floor to the rooftop on the fifth floor. Standing up there, you can see the entire school's scenery at a glance, and it's one of the five sacred places in Qingyi Middle School. Unlike the small playground where fights often break out, those who come here are all melancholic young women with artistic inclinations, people with unrequited love, aspiring scholars with lofty ambitions, and poets who lament the passing of time. Whether they're feeling depressed or triumphant, standing here for a moment will make them realize that everything in life is fleeting, and the truth that human existence is but a floating duckweed.

  But Xu Yao doesn't seem to be any of these four types, according to Wen Xiao's understanding, even if she wants to find a place to vent her depression, she should go to the small playground to fight with someone.

  Wen Qian thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. In his heart, he silently recited: "Heads, I'll follow; tails, I'll sneak a peek; if it lands on its edge, I'll go back to sleep."

  Up, down, right!

  It's heaven's will, and with a peaceful heart, I bid farewell.

  Xu Yao has been feeling a bit anxious lately, it's been almost ten days since she saw Wen Qing, and she misses him a little, but is also a little scared, yet doesn't know why. Today, when passing by the experimental building, she remembered the legend of the five sacred places in Qingyi Middle School, and her heart skipped a beat as she thought to go take a look. She walked up the spiral staircase to the fifth floor, just about to push open the tightly closed small iron door, when suddenly she heard from outside on the rooftop a girl's sorrowful crying voice:

  "Gu Wenyan, please, I'm begging you, now you're the only one who can help me!"

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