The O that wants to mark the A

When I saw Zhou Sixia, the old dean of Lawward was having afternoon tea in his office.

He looked up at the young and familiar face, stared in disbelief and stunned for a few seconds, took off his reading glasses and wiped them, put them on again and squinted for a closer look before he dared to step forward to recognize them.

Seeing that he had changed into a suit and leather shoes, Si Xia was not surprised at all, and greeted him first: "Good afternoon, Mr. Dean."

"Hey..." The dean gave a long sigh, and finally said something interesting like Meng Fangxing, "Why did you come here? Today is Monday, right? You don't have classes at the public school?"

"In the future, I will move out completely, and I will come back today to pick up some things." Si Xia replied politely and indifferently, and then went straight to the room where she originally lived.

The dean followed closely behind him, and Xu Xu asked, "What happened to the money yesterday?"

"As I said, it was my donation, and the donor is Mr. Luo Yinchuan who adopted Wu You." Sixia slowed down and turned to look at the dean, "You should have a deep impression on him Bar?"

The dean still squinted his eyes and wrinkled his facial features: "Yes, after all, he is a celebrity... And, thanks to him, Lawward's reputation has become more and more famous in recent years, and the donations are enough, and there are still people coming Volunteer. Don't you know these things too?"

"Yes. I know very well." Seeing the other party's confused appearance, Si Xia turned her head calmly and continued to move forward quickly, walking with wind in her ears.

The dean watched him grow up, so he is no stranger to his temper, and since he received a huge sum of money yesterday, he continued to follow him, and wanted to say a few more words to him: "The single room you used to The dormitory was removed from the bed and turned into a small warehouse for storing sundries, but we put all your things in boxes and put them there, and they have never been moved.”

When Sixia heard this, she left even more anxiously: "Is the warehouse locked? Has anyone been there recently?"

"With a lock." The dean said as he took out the keys from the inner pocket of the coat, and picked out one from it in a hurry. "The place where the sundries are kept is cleaned once a week, and no one usually goes there."

Seeing that the small warehouse was approaching, Sixia took off the key, and returned the remaining large bunch to the dean, at the same time said concisely in a small voice: "I want to stay by myself for 10 minutes, please let me People don't come near."

After the idlers around were cleared away, Si Xia stepped into the small warehouse and locked the door behind her.

The windows are covered by cardboard boxes, and the only lighting in the warehouse is a single overhead fluorescent light.The lamp was used for a while before he left Lawward. It has been used this year, and it has turned green in the white, and the light falling on the wall has a sense of splendor.

Si Xia's eyes flicked among the surrounding cardboard boxes and sundries, and soon found the one that belonged to her.

After cutting off the sealing tape, he took out some sundries inside, put them on a relatively clean ground, and counted them one by one.

In fact, there are basically not many of his things in it, and some of them are things left by Lin Wan back then.Classmate records, photos, diaries... and a little bear that she hugged when she came.

The marks of the ballpoint pen on the classmate record have blurred on the correction tape, and the photos have faded.The diary is locked. In the past, he used brute force to push out the entire hardbound page and read it page by page. Most of it contained delicate and sensitive little thoughts of girls and fantasies full of pink bubbles, and there was nothing beneficial to him. Find clues to the truth about Lin Wan's death.

As for the little bear, it was a gift from Lin Wan's mother. She brought it here from home and refused to throw it away. She had to sleep with it every night, so it was already very tattered two years ago, with loose eyes. The coat was ragged, and there were two holes on his head, through which his fingers could pierce the soft cotton.But in order to maintain its "true appearance", Lin Wan didn't make new clothes for it, and didn't replace it with darker and brighter buttons for eyes, but let him "age" day by day.

Now idle in the box, the bear must have been pressed for a long time, and the cotton is also scrambling to get out.

Si Xia grabbed the bear and pushed the cotton back bit by bit, but when she reached into the hole, she suddenly touched a cold metal piece.

With a thought, he hooked the metal piece out with his fingers—it turned out to be a small key.

Pointing the key at the keyhole of the diary and twisting it, the bolt popped open without any suspense. When Sixia lifted the cover, she saw that the hard paper cover was full of people's names, and there was a heart hanging behind the names.

"Qiu Ning".

Sixia had an impression of this person, she was a tall Beta in the class next door, and she was also the daughter of the owner of the second-hand bookstore he often visited.She was also present at Lin Wan's funeral, and she was one of those who cried the most.

Si Xia couldn't help sighing, and turned over the stack of glued pages that had fallen off, and checked the back cover.Maybe, he thought, there was something else written there.

The back cover did not disappoint him. There were four large characters on the top of the confession place, and many places were written on the bottom, some were crossed out, and some were still left. However, "Nanshan" was circled heavily by blue highlighters , and there is a line of small words at the bottom: "The appointment is here! Today must be a successful confession!"

This line of words is like a heavy punch, hitting Si Xia's heart directly.

The question that had been on his mind for years finally had an explanation.

It turned out that Wanwan was going to Nanshan for an appointment that day, and wanted to take the opportunity to confess her love.No wonder she didn't let him follow, no wonder she left the orphanage quietly, no wonder she faltered and wanted to go to Nanshan with weakness...

With that kind of physical condition, it is very difficult to quickly dodge the car of a desperate driver.

Although Luo Yinchuan wanted to do something, he didn't do it after all.It's just that fate played a cruel joke on her, making her unable to get what she wanted that day.

Pity her for making long preparations for Qiu Ning, whom she had a crush on for a long time, and waited happily for several days, but on the day when she was most likely to succeed in confessing, she encountered estrus one after another and was forced to have sex with someone she didn't love. Trying to survive these horrible events only to lose their lives when the target is within reach.

Sixia hugged the bear tightly in her arms. After being infiltrated by the owner's serene breath day and night, it still has a tranquil pheromone smell attached to it, reappearing in Sixia's heart together with its voice and smile.

The pain of thousands of arrows in his heart forced his eyes to turn red.

sorry.It's my brother who is incompetent and ignorant, unable to take care of you, not trying to protect you, and unable to kill a dead person to avenge you.

The last thing that brother can do for you is to dissatisfy those who once tried to hurt you.

After sitting there for 10 minutes, Sixia sorted out her emotions, packed her things, and put them into the backpack she brought.

Then he took off the demon eye hanging around his neck, randomly found an unsealed box in the corner of the room, threw it in, then picked up his bag, and left Lawward without anyone knowing.

It's just that he didn't take a taxi back to the public school, but got on the bus and went straight to Nanshan.

During the day, Nanshan is still overcrowded.But there was no night view on the top of the mountain, and there were a lot fewer people at once. Even the uncle who sold the lock took a cup of ginger tea and sat on the big box where the lock was placed. The eyeballs turned around on the single Si Xia and then slipped away, without the slightest desire to stand up.

Si Xia ignored him, went straight to the cross net wall covered with locks, and began to search row by row.

He originally remembered the approximate location of the lock, but now he found that there were more than a hundred more locks that he hadn't seen in a few days, making it even more difficult to find.

He quickly flipped through a handful of big locks, looked at the various names on them, and flipped through forty or fifty in a row. All the heat in his hands was sucked away by the metal locks, and he was frozen stiff. is inertia.

Putting his hand to his mouth and taking a few breaths, he continued to flip, his hand misaligned, and he found a medium-sized lock. Just as he was about to throw away that lock, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the words on it.

The words are written with a golden paint pen, a total of three lines, especially in the dense black.

Qiu Ning.

Loved it.

Lin Wan.

The handwriting is neat and elegant, with a beautiful frame drawn around the words, and a golden lily is drawn in the lower right corner, which is quite elaborate.

He flipped back to see the date on the back, it was after Lin Wan's funeral.

Si Xia gasped, rubbing the words on it with numb fingers, her mood was more desolate than before.

Only when you are drunk will you know how strong the wine is; only when you have loved will you know how heavy it is.

If two years ago, these three lines of words might not have affected his sadness and joy, but now he can completely imagine that Qiu Ning waited alone on the Nanshan Mountain until it was dark, and when it rained heavily in the spring night, he had no choice but to leave in a hurry .After the funeral, she climbed up the mountain alone, and on the top of the mountain surrounded by lovers, she wrote those words stroke by stroke on the lock, solemnly hanging her mood on the wall.

He could also imagine that although Lin Wan was sore and weak all over, but because she was going to see Qiu Ning, she temporarily forgot those unhappiness and ignored the physical and mental pain.

At the last moment before she died, what appeared in her heart was probably not hatred, but regret.

The regret of a lifetime, the miss of a lifetime.

If Lin Wan had a soul, and he could say something to Lin Wan, maybe he would say: Wanwan, do you know that the person you like, she also liked you at that time.

He looked up at the gray-blue sky, his wet eyes were blown dry by the high wind, and then he lowered his head again, let go, and then went to look for his own.

After searching for another 2 minutes, he finally found his own lock.It was covered with stains, the dust from last night's snow, only the handwriting was new.

He couldn't take NO.15, the wine-red down jacket, the engagement ring, the devil's eye, or the Shiba Inu doll.

All he could carry was a button that fell off Luo Can's clothes, and such a lock.

Throwing the lock into his backpack, he took one last look at the lock wall and shook his head.

A lock only costs a few dozen yuan, but it costs more than 200 yuan to unlock the ticket.Besides him, who in this world would come to take a lock that has no meaning?

[The author has something to say: 1. Drunk... loved... two lines from Hu Shi's poem. 2. Devil's eye has the meaning of amulet. 3. A lily is a lily. 】