Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 276 You Can Leave

Nanjiang University and Donghai University are said to be two different schools, but they are actually right across from each other.

It is separated by several roads, no more than 20 meters wide, without traffic lights, and a zebra crossing runs from one end to the other.

Students from both sides visit each other every day, even more frequently than visiting relatives.

Students from Nanjing University go to Southeast University to eat in the cafeteria, and students from Southeast University come to Nanjing University to use the study rooms. They come and go, and they are more like family than students from the same university.

There's a saying that goes something like this: after a big meal, take a walk to digest, and before you know it, you've wandered all the way from National Tokyo University to National Taiwan University.

Song Huan left Nanjing University, crossed the road, and saw the gate of Donghai University in the distance.

The school's name, embossed in gold, gleamed in the sun.

Many students were coming and going at the entrance, some dragging suitcases, some carrying bags, and some walking in twos and threes.

The September sun shone down from above, its white rays making the whole road scorching hot.

Song Huan stood on the other side of the road and waited for one traffic light.

My gaze swept across the crowd, from left to right, and then from right to left.

Then he saw it.

In the crowd, a girl in a white dress stood by the flower bed inside the school gate.

The skirt is made of cotton, reaches the knees, has a perfectly fitted waist, and a delicate lace trim around the neckline.

Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, with the ends slightly curled up and blown a little by the wind.

His face was pale, his eyes were big, and his lips were slightly pursed, showing a hint of impatience.

She held her phone in her left hand, shielded her eyes from the sun with her right hand, and stood on tiptoe to look across the street.

He glanced at it, then held the phone up to his eyes again, swiped his finger across the screen, and put it down again.

A few boys walked past her, and one of them turned his head to look at her, even after he had walked away.

Someone else walked past, then turned back.

She was completely unaware, just standing there like a small white poplar tree being swayed by the wind.

Song Huan stood across the street, watching her.

The sunlight shone down from above, making her white dress shine.

The way she tiptoed was exactly the same as when she was a child.

I waited for him at the kindergarten gate to go home together, at the elementary school gate to go to school together, at the middle school gate to do chores together, and at the high school gate to finish evening self-study together.

After all these years, she still stands at the door waiting for him.

He crossed the road and walked over.

Xiao Yunqing was looking down at her phone, her brows furrowed, her lips slightly pursed, and her fingers swiping across the screen.

He wasn't scrolling through anything, just randomly swiping, like he was venting.

She was just about to put her phone to her ear to make a call when she looked up and her eyes met his.

Song Huan stood a few steps away, hands in her pockets, wearing a white T-shirt, dark shorts, and canvas shoes.

Her hair was a little messy from the wind, and she had that familiar, irritating smile on her face.

Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up immediately.

It wasn't the kind of light that gradually comes on; it was sudden, like someone flipped a switch.

With her lips curving upwards and her eyes crinkling, she seemed to light up the whole world.

She subconsciously took half a step forward.

Then it dawned on me.

The smile vanished.

She lowered the corners of her mouth, widened her eyes, raised her chin, and her steps changed from light and quick to aggressive. She walked a few steps to him, stopped, and looked up at him.

"You still know how to come?"

The voice was crisp and bright, carrying the implication of "I'm angry but I won't say it."

Song Huan looked at her trying hard to keep a straight face and smiled, "There was a traffic jam on the way."

"Traffic jam? Who are you kidding? Nanjing University and Southeast University are just across the street from each other, and you're telling me there's a traffic jam?"

Xiao Yunqing's voice rose a half octave, her ponytail almost sticking up, "Did you sleep in again? You definitely slept in again. You always lie when you sleep in, you've been like this since you were little."

Song Huan touched her nose, not embarrassed at being caught out on the spot. She chuckled, took the black plastic bag off her shoulder, and handed it over, saying, "Here you go."

Xiao Yunqing glanced down at it, but didn't take it. "What is it?"

"For military training."

"You're actually prepared?"

"Of course."

Xiao Yunqing took the bag with some skepticism, opened it, and peeked inside.

Sunscreen, mosquito repellent, and band-aids.

There were also a few colorful packages stuffed at the bottom.

She reached in and took it out, then looked down at it.

sanitary napkin.

Panty liners, daytime use, nighttime use, extra long ones, all kinds of brands and models, several packs full.

Her face flushed instantly, from her neck to the tips of her ears, and from the tips of her ears to her earlobes.

She looked up, glared at him, her mouth opened and closed, then opened again, "Why...why did you buy this?"

He kept his voice very low, as if afraid that the people next to him would hear.

Song Huan remained expressionless, her tone flat as if she were talking about something very ordinary, "Used as insoles. The shoes we wear during military training are hard, and our feet hurt after standing for a long time. These are breathable and absorbent, much more comfortable than regular insoles."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

She looked down at the packs of sanitary napkins in her hand, turned them over and looked at them, then turned them over again.

Her face still wore a look of disgust, but her hands had already honestly stuffed the items back into the bag, moving quickly as if afraid of being seen by others.

"abnormal."

She muttered a curse under her breath.

[How does he know everything? Even this? Has he bought it for someone else before?]

[Wait, he didn't use this during high school military training, so where did he get the experience?]

[Could it be his mother who told him? Why would Aunt Zhang tell him this?]

[Never mind, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway...she's quite thoughtful.]

Song Huan listened to her long string of inner monologues, her face expressionless, but she almost couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

Xiao Yunqing tied the bag shut, held it in her hand, looked up at him, then looked down at the bag again.

"Alright."

She waved her hand dismissively, her tone light and airy, as if shooing away a fly, "I got the stuff, you can go now."

Song Huan looked at her.

She stood there, her white dress billowing slightly in the wind, her ponytail swaying gently behind her.

She wore light makeup, her eyebrows were shaped, her mascara was applied, and her lips were coated with a thin layer of glossy lip gloss.

You can't tell unless you look closely.

But Song Huan looked closely and figured it out too.

She doesn't usually wear makeup, but she did today.

Song Huan smiled inwardly.

She's dressed up so nicely, it couldn't be just to pick something up, could it?

Sure enough, her thoughts drifted over, softly, with a hint of grievance.

[He's not really leaving, is he?]

[I waited for him for almost an hour. If he really leaves, I'll... I'll never speak to him again!]

[No, he'll definitely stay!]

"Shall I leave then?" Song Huan said deliberately.

Xiao Yunqing looked up at him, her expression indifferent, and said, "Let's go."

"Bye-Bye!"

Song Huan nodded, turned around, and walked away.

He walked at a moderate pace, hands in his pockets, looking quite professional.

There was a moment of silence behind me.

[He really left? He actually left?]

[I spent almost an hour doing my makeup, and he didn't even glance at me? Is he blind?]

[He's definitely faking it, he's definitely teasing me again, but why won't he stop...]

Song Huan took about seven or eight steps.

"Song Huan!"

The voice came from behind, sharp and bright, filled with exasperation.

Song Huan stopped and turned around.

Xiao Yunqing stood there, pouting, staring at him, her face slightly flushed.

She gripped the bag tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

Song Huan smiled, turned around, walked back, and stood in front of her. "What's wrong?"

"You..." Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, "You..."

"What about me?"

"Don't you want to say anything more?"

Song Huan tilted her head, pretending to think for a moment, and asked, "What did you say?"

Xiao Yunqing was so angry that she couldn't speak.

His chest heaved, and he opened his mouth several times, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.

He lowered his head, staring at the tips of his shoes, and said in a muffled voice, "Never mind, you can go."

Seeing her pitiful look, Song Huan finally couldn't help but laugh.

"There seems to be a KFC up ahead," he said softly. "How about we try it?"

Xiao Yunqing did not look up.

Two seconds later, he snorted.

"It's your treat!"

Then she reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

His fingers gripped his sleeve as if he were holding a balloon that was about to fly away.

Song Huan looked down at the hand.

Her skin was white, her fingers were slender, her nails were trimmed into round shapes, and they were coated with a layer of clear nail polish.

He didn't say anything, and started walking forward.

She stayed by her side, her hand never letting go.

Sunlight streamed down from above, casting the shadows of the two people on the ground, close together.

Did you drink last night?

"no."

"Then why do you smell of alcohol?"

"Because I wiped the wound with alcohol."

"Oh, you're injured? Where?"

"my heart."

"roll!"

……

The KFC is located east of Tunghai University, in the Future City area. It has a small storefront, but the glass is always sparkling clean.

Pushing open the door, a blast of cold air hits you, mixed with the aroma of fried chicken and fries.

There weren't many people at this time; a few tables were scattered around. Some couples were eating sundaes together, some students were doing practice problems with their textbooks spread out, and a child was lying on the table with his face pressed against the glass, watching the cars outside.

Song Huan found a seat by the window and put the bag on the chair.

Xiao Yunqing sat down opposite her, straightened her skirt, placed her hands on her knees, and sat up straight.

"What do you want to eat?" Song Huan asked.

"casual."

Song Huan didn't ask any more questions and walked to the counter.

A strawberry sundae, fries, egg tarts, and a Coke.

He walked back with the tray, placed the strawberry sundae in front of her, put the fries and egg tarts in the middle, and kept the cola for himself.

Xiao Yunqing glanced down at it but didn't say anything.

I picked up the spoon, scooped out a mouthful of sundae, and put it in my mouth.

Strawberry flavored, chilled, and sweet.

She squinted and scooped out another spoonful.

While eating, he suddenly spoke up.

Yesterday, a senior student asked me for my QQ number.

Song Huan was drinking cola. She put down the cup and asked, "And then?"

"I didn't give it to him." Xiao Yunqing's voice was very calm, as if she were talking about something very small, but her chin was slightly raised, and her eyes were looking at him, waiting.

[Praise me!]

[Quickly say I'm a good girl, quickly say I did well, quickly say...]

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, deliberately thinking for a moment, "Wouldn't that make them very sad?"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

"Aren't you going to ask who that senior is?"

"Who is it?"

"I heard he's a department head in the student council, quite tall and handsome," Xiao Yunqing said with a hint of boasting. "And he speaks very gently, unlike you at all!"

Song Huan nodded. "Then why didn't you give it to me?"

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, but no words came out.

[Because I don't want to give it! Because I...]

"Because I felt he wasn't sincere enough."

Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment and came up with an excuse, "Asking for QQ right off the bat is too frivolous."

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and asked casually, "So what do you think constitutes sincerity?"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

"It's...it's..."

She carefully chose her words, circling her finger on the table, "It's that kind of person, someone you've known for a long time, someone you grew up with, someone who knows all your bad habits but still doesn't mind..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, until it was almost inaudible.

Song Huan looked at her. She had her head down, the tips of her ears were red, and her fingers were drawing circles on the table, one circle after another.

"So, would you give someone like that their QQ number?" Song Huan asked.

Xiao Yunqing's ears turned even redder.

Without looking up, after several seconds, he squeezed out a voice from his throat, "We'll see."

Song Huan smiled and didn't press the matter.

I picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and popped it into my mouth.

Xiao Yunqing took another bite of sundae, put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, I heard Zhou Shan say that there's a Jiming Temple in Nanjiang that's very efficacious."

Song Huan didn't hear clearly, and paused for a moment, "What?"

"It's a temple; I heard it's especially effective for praying for marriage there."

Xiao Yunqing softened her voice, as if she were telling a secret, "In spring, the roadsides are lined with cherry blossoms, it's especially beautiful."

She paused, looked up at him, her eyes bright.

"I want to go and see."

Song Huan looked into her bright, sparkling eyes, which reflected the light from the window and his own shadow.

"Sure," he said.

Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up even more. "Really?"

"Really, I'll go sometime on a weekend after military training is over."

Xiao Yunqing laughed, her eyes curving into crescent moons and her dimples appearing.

He lowered his head, scooped up another mouthful of sundae, stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and chewed happily.

He said yes, he didn't hesitate, he agreed!

[Jiming Temple, cherry blossoms, and him.]

[Cherry blossoms must be beautiful.]

[Oh, right, are there cherry blossoms now?]

The little thrill in her heart was like bubbles in sparkling water, rising one after another, impossible to suppress.

Seeing her so happy she couldn't hide it, Song Huan picked up her cola and took a sip.

The cola was ice-cold, and it slid down my throat, feeling cool.