“This is from Anru. I heard it’s an apology letter,” Hao Wei said. “She was the one who posted the message. She said she regretted it as soon as she posted it and wanted to apologize to you, but she never had the chance. Actually, I didn’t want to help her with this. You know we don’t get along, but she almost knelt down to me. I’m just too soft-hearted.”
Song Lang hummed in response but did not take the letter.
Hao Wei understood what he meant, tossed the envelope aside, and laughed, "If you don't want to read it, then don't. It's all in the past anyway, there's no need to relive those messy things."
"Did you and Xingzi take the exam in the same city?" Song Lang asked.
"Yes." Hao Wei rested her chin on her hand, glanced back at the people in the living room, and shook her head with a smile. "Like a stubborn plaster, you can't get rid of it."
"That's good. He likes you a lot. Treat him well." Song Lang stood beside her. The night breeze was a bit chilly.
“Hmm,” Hao Wei nodded, paused for a moment, then turned to look at him, “Song Lang, when you feel like giving up, grit your teeth and persevere a little longer.”
Song Lang looked dazed and turned his head to meet her smiling gaze.
Hao Wei nudged his shoulder and whispered, "Your boyfriend asked me to tell you this. He also said he has a lot to say to you."
"Do you...have contact with him?" Song Lang's voice trembled slightly.
Hao Wei didn't say anything, but instead took out her phone, pressed a few buttons, and handed it to Song Lang.
Song Lang's breathing became cautious. His phone was calling Shen Zhifei, and before he could react, the call was already connected.
Hao Wei turned and walked inside, leaving the balcony to them.
"Hao Wei?" A cold voice came through, cooler than the night breeze. Song Lang gripped his phone tightly, feeling like he was dreaming.
After receiving no response for a long time, the voice suddenly became gentle, carrying Song Lang swaying and drifting into the night, and then into the sea.
"Song Lang, is that you?"
Song Lang gazed into the unknown distance, tears welling in his eyes.
"Brother, I know it's you," Shen Zhifei's voice, like the dampness of the sea breeze, drifted into Song Lang's ears, "Are you alright? Have you been eating and sleeping on time? Have you been missing me?"
After a long pause, Song Lang gave a soft "hmm".
Shen Zhifei chuckled softly, "Yes, I miss you too. It's been raining a lot here lately, and I always wonder if you've gotten wet."
Isn't that silly? Have you sprained your ankle again? Did you do the practice problems from the "53" workbook I gave you?
Song Lang rested his arm on the railing, pressed his forehead against his forearm, and tried his best to control himself so that Shen Zhifei wouldn't hear his crying.
Shen Zhifei smiled calmly and gently, showing concern for his life without expecting a response. He knew she was listening.
He's usually such a taciturn person, but this time he talked for a long time, only stopping when his phone got hot.
"Brother, call me that, it's been so long."
Song Lang gripped his phone tightly, rubbed his eyes hard, and looked up, calling out in a hoarse voice, "Feifei, I love you, you must wait for me."
After a long silence on the other end of the phone, Shen Zhifei finally let out a soft sigh: "Brother, I didn't record it, what a pity."
Song Lang grinned: "What's so difficult about that? You can hear it as many times as you want, I'll tell it to you, right in front of you, biting your ear and putting my arm around your waist."
"……good."
The two listened to each other's breathing in silence for a while before Song Lang said "Goodnight" first and hung up the phone.
He felt that the days weren't so hard to get through anymore.
When he truly entered his senior year of high school, everyone around him was buried in their studies. He immersed himself in that rhythm, and with an ever-growing desire to see someone, all the hard work was tinged with sweetness.
Although it was cold that winter, it rarely snowed in the coastal cities of the south. Song Lang felt warm enough wearing only a sweater and his school uniform over it.
He was carrying a stack of test papers, stuffing them into his schoolbag as he walked towards the teaching building without looking ahead, and ended up bumping into someone.
The man was wearing a black overcoat, was tall with long legs, and was also wearing black leather gloves.
Song Lang thought to himself that this person was covering up too much, and said "sorry" as he looked up and saw the person's face. His schoolbag fell to the ground at his feet.
In the thin morning mist, Shen Zhifei opened her arms to him: "Happy birthday, baby."
Chapter 61
61
Holy crap!
Song Lang jumped onto him, wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around Shen Zhifei's waist, his eyes burning and red with excitement.
"How did you get here?! Holy crap, am I dreaming?!"
Shen Zhifei cradled his bottom, a tender smile on her face: "Let me kiss you, and you can try to see if it tastes real, do you want to?"
People were coming and going in front of the teaching building, and many people were looking down in the semi-enclosed corridor. Song Lang didn't want the previous incident to happen again, so he quickly left Shen Zhifei.
But she held him tightly and wouldn't let go.
Shen Zhifei took off his gloves, grasped his hand in return, and their fingers intertwined secretly beneath their sleeves, holding each other tightly.
"You didn't come all this way just to celebrate my birthday, did you? Do your parents know? Won't this interfere with your classes? How did you know I was at this school?"
A series of questions were posed one after another, but Song Lang didn't care about any of the answers.
He stared intently at Shen Zhifei, then suddenly choked up and said, "Why have you lost weight? Shouldn't university be a time for eating, drinking, having fun, and gaining weight?"
"It's alright," Shen Zhifei helped him pick up his schoolbag and slung it over one shoulder, smiling as she hooked her finger around his palm. "Go to class first, and I'll tell you the details at noon."