"Do you like the violin?" Ouyang Xiao asked her gently, then said, "I can teach you."
She was so happy then. Ouyang Xiao's eyes were so bright, making you want to get closer.
Back then, they...
In the darkness, I could see nothing, but I could vaguely feel that we were so close to each other. My cheeks flushed red, as if they were about to burn. My heart pounded, and I held my breath involuntarily... Deep, deep, deep, as if I were drunk, completely confused, completely confused.
Ouyang Xiao put down his violin and stepped forward. Song Jing looked up at him, and he lowered his head.
A kiss landed on her forehead.
Before Song Jing could even feel surprised or shy, her chin was gently lifted, and a tender kiss landed on the corner of her lips—once, twice, three times. In a daze, she heard Ouyang Xiao say, "My love."
Was it a dream?
Is it true?
Song Jing was deeply intoxicated, completely and willingly.
Ouyang Xiao stepped aside and smiled, "Good luck on your exam."
Song Jing: "Ah..."
Chapter Nine (The End)
Updated: 2008-04-26 13:44:10 Words: 0
Chapter Nine
"Hello!"
"Left hand, no, right hand!"
A brand-new, beautiful silver phone landed lightly in Song Jing's palm.
"This, this is..." Even Song Jing couldn't help but stammer.
"You know how to use it, right?" Ouyang Xiao said to herself, "My name is the first and only one in your contacts! And..." Ouyang Xiao glared at her fiercely, "You're not allowed to use the phone I gave you to call other people, especially boys! You're not allowed to ignore me without contacting me first. Even if I don't call you for a long time, you must call me at least once a day to report back!"
Song Jing's face slowly turned red, then turned into a ripe tomato.
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On June 6th and 7th, during the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao), vehicles approaching the examination sites should drive slowly and refrain from honking. All vehicles are obligated to escort Gaokao candidates to the examination sites on time. In case of emergency, vehicles transporting candidates may disregard red lights. Parents are requested to wait patiently outside the examination sites. Due to the hot weather, ambulances and hospitals are requested to provide full and unconditional cooperation.
Song Jing followed the crowd into the examination room and then out of the examination room. She had no idea what happened in between. She only remembered to answer the questions, to write neatly, not to miss any questions, to trust her first instinct, not to make any changes, and to double-check her student number, seat number, and so on. She couldn't relax even after the exam.
God, mental torment is indeed the greatest torment. Back home, her parents, fearing they wouldn't be able to resist asking about her grades, had left early, leaving the room empty with sunlight streaming down the floor. Song Jing felt the hidden dangers of her previous night's intense studying until 2 AM suddenly surface. Like a lost soul, she wandered into her room, collapsed onto the light blue bed, pulled the covers over herself, and fell asleep instantly.
That exhaustion lasted for a week. She was woken up at eight in the morning for breakfast, ate groggily, and then lay down wherever she could find a spot and fell asleep. Then she was woken up at lunchtime, ate, and went back to sleep. The same thing happened at dinnertime, repeating the same routine for several days in a row. Song Jing vaguely felt that this was wrong, but couldn't remember why. Then, in her hazy state, she heard her mother's voice, "Don't disturb her, Xiao Jing is asleep. She's only been sleeping about four hours a day lately, it's okay for her to sleep a little longer." With that, she fell into a deep sleep, feeling at peace.
The following week, Song Jing decided not to sleep and woke up at six in the morning, just in time to receive a call from Ouyang Xiao.
"Meet me at the government building at eight o'clock." After saying that, Ouyang Xiao hurriedly hung up the phone, leaving Song Jing standing there dumbfounded. The phone kept ringing, just like Song Jing's heart, which was suddenly beating uncontrollably.
After two weeks apart, Song Jing felt that Ouyang Xiao had become even more handsome and dazzling.
His silky black hair shimmered like shattered diamonds, and his tall, imposing figure was clad in a pure white shirt with antique-style wooden buttons, exuding elegance and sophistication. Having always seen him in his school uniform, wearing glasses and appearing stern and arrogant, Song Jing had always thought he wasn't all that great, even secretly mocking the girls who praised him. Now she realized how terribly wrong she had been.
Song Jing smiled awkwardly, then thought about it again. After all, he was someone she had liked since childhood. She had lost her feelings for him because of a moment of impulsiveness. Wasn't it good to get him back now? So she let it go.
While Song Jing was sizing up Ouyang Xiao, Ouyang Xiao was also trying her best to subtly observe Song Jing, carefully concealing her amazed expression.
A white dress, cinched at the waist and flaring out in layers, revealed delicate pale pink flowers that accentuated her fair and smooth skin, instantly captivating the eye. Her hair, reaching her shoulders, was styled into two braids in a light purple braid, giving her a fresh and charming appearance. Ouyang Xiao secretly thought to herself, "I knew Song Jing would one day transform from a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, but I never imagined it would be so complete."
"Let's go!" Ouyang Xiao composed herself, grabbed Song Jing's hand, and walked towards the bus stop.
Where to?
Song Jing felt extremely embarrassed. Her hand was being held tightly, and the heat didn't come from the sun's selfless offering, but from her hand. It started from her palm and went upwards, making her face feel hot. After finally calming down, she realized that her mother was already sitting on a bus heading in an unknown direction.
Upon hearing Song Jing's almost idiotic question, Ouyang Xiao merely glanced at her indifferently, then turned her gaze to the window, offering neither an answer nor her usual sarcastic remark.
Song Jing understood that no matter where this person would take her, even to hell, she would follow with a smile.
Cars moved along and stopped frequently, and people came and went.
He and she, their fingers intertwined, were connected all the way.
A gentle atmosphere filled the air, and suddenly I couldn't even feel the heat anymore.
It was all an illusion! Song Jing frowned inwardly. In the end, they just kept riding the bus, changing from one bus to another when it stopped. They had ridden almost every bus in the entire City C. If it weren't for the fact that it was afternoon and being hungry was bad for their health, Song Jing guessed that Ouyang Xiao—judging from Ouyang Xiao's expression, he probably still wouldn't have wanted to get off the bus.
“I’ve never ridden a bus with you before…” Ouyang Xiao stopped after getting off the bus and suddenly muttered to himself, “Can’t you even spend this much time with me…” Perhaps he was just complaining to himself, because the usual Ouyang Xiao would never show a weak expression, and he didn’t really want Song Jing to do anything to him.
But Song Jing was standing right next to him, close enough to hear everything Ouyang Xiao said. Suddenly, she didn't know whether to stand, leave, or speak...
At this moment, she was nothing but a deeply sinful sinner.
It was only a month and a few days ago. Ouyang Xiao stood opposite Song Jing and Li Cheng getting off the bus. The bus was crowded, so Li Cheng had to grab Song Jing's arm to squeeze off. It was the first time in three years they had been so close. Although Song Jing quickly broke free from Li Cheng's grasp, the look in Ouyang Xiao's eyes before she left—it seemed like she was about to spit fire, burning away Li Cheng's hand that was holding her, even the boy himself—that look of pain and despair made Song Jing's fingers tremble. She wanted to scream and cry, but nothing came out.
This is betrayal.
Although Song Jing knew in her heart that it wasn't a misunderstanding, Ouyang Xiao believed it to be a betrayal, a complete betrayal!
"sorry."
"Huh?" Ouyang Xiao paused for a moment, then pointed in a direction expressionlessly. "I said we were going to eat there. Is your 'sorry' telling me you don't want to eat there?" He had a cold face and was very dissatisfied.
Song Jing quickly shook her head: "No, no, I'll do whatever you say!"
Ouyang Xiao pursed his lips, took her hand, and went over.
When they had almost finished eating, Ouyang Xiao took out a black notebook and handed it to Song Jing: "Hmm, take a look, is there anything you need to add? There's a pen here." He pulled a blue ballpoint pen from the ceramic pot on the table. "I need to go to the restroom."
Song Jing opened it with great curiosity, but after just one glance, she froze in place, not knowing what to do.
It reads: Dating Plan and Marriage Plan.
Ouyang Xiao plans everything he does. Even though there's a saying that "plans can never keep up with changes," he still faithfully and consistently executes them. Song Jing knows that Ouyang Xiao's plans are equivalent to reality—Ouyang Xiao once said that planning is just a matter of time before it becomes reality.
On the first day, they made up for what they missed by taking the bus together, holding hands, and having dinner. On the second day, they officially started dating, with the steps including eating, shopping, and watching movies... all the way up to holding hands officially three weeks later, and kissing two months later, etc. They even recorded the best timings clearly, and in the end, they even wrote down the details of getting married.
This kind of thing, this kind of thing, isn't it enough for you to just keep it to yourself? Bringing it out without batting an eye...
When Song Jing thought of the sentence, "It would be best to get married in September five years from now, and ask your parents for the specific time," her face flushed, her heart pounded, and she even felt the premonition of fainting.
When Ouyang Xiao returned, he saw this scene: Song Jing's fingers were on the black notebook, seemingly wanting to put it away yet also wanting to continue reading, undecided, his eyes darting around, unable to find the key point. He smiled slightly, then, realizing Song Jing wasn't suited for such a sophisticated activity as "smiling," gave up. His fingers expertly brushed aside Song Jing's unconscious grip on the notebook, opened it, glanced at it, and a satisfied smile curved his lips. He put it away, resting his cheek on his hand: "You have no objections! Okay, let's start our date tomorrow!"
Song Jing's eyes widened immediately.
So cute!
Ouyang Xiao concluded expressionlessly, took a sip of juice, and remained calm and composed.
What a cunning fox! It always knows what to say and do at what time, and thus reaps many unexpected rewards.
The date didn't happen as expected, because the day for the results and college application deadlines was fast approaching.
It was late July, the sun was at its zenith, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly, causing great annoyance.
Song Jing was very troubled.
People her age usually have some worries, but Song Jing is different. Since she corrected her direction and attitude towards life, she has had far fewer worries. Now, her worries are only for two reasons.
The biggest trouble came from filling out college applications, and the second was because of Ouyang Xiao.
After the breakup that day, Ouyang Xiao never contacted Song Jing again. There were no phone calls, no meetings, leaving her feeling confused, lost, and uncertain.
Ouyang Xiao's life is already planned out until he's almost sixty. He'll definitely attend the best university, and maybe even go abroad for further studies in a couple of years. What about Song Jing? Her mother's idea is for her to stay in the province; it would be better for her to find a job and for other reasons.
Song Jing chewed on his pen, flipping through the nearly worn-out code book, sighed in frustration, and simply lay down on the table to pretend to be "dead".
Today is the last day to revise your college application.
Outside the window, the newly sprouted green leaves are vibrant and inviting.
The sunlight was blocked by the dense branches, leaving only small, round spots of light. Then suddenly everything went dark, and the spots of light disappeared.
Song Jing looked up in fright, rubbed her eyes, and continued to lie down.
"Where is the application form?" the calm, arrogant, and conceited king asked in a haughty tone.
Song Jing tilted his head to one side.
"Hmm?" It's just a single syllable, with the tail curled up, a sign of someone's impatience.
Song Jing sat up straight, staring at Ouyang Xiao's almost perfect face, expressionless and cold as ice. His dark eyes were full of impatience, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. When she looked up at him, he threw her a fierce, murderous glare. She flinched, almost reflexively pulling out the application form hidden under the table and tossing it to him.
Ouyang Xiao reached out and caught it but didn't look at it. His sharp eyes were fixed on Song Jing, as if he was trying to confirm something. Then he tapped the table: "Score?" He had never thought of changing his habit of being as stingy as possible.
Song Jing was restless; that gaze seemed to devour her. She wanted to grab a book or something to cover herself, or simply tell the source of the gaze to go away, but she didn't have the courage. Ever since, under Ouyang Xiao's watchful eye, Song Jing had to be careful not to let even a single strand of her hair dance in the wind.
"Score!" Song Jing suddenly raised her voice. The thick-skinned Song Jing keenly noticed the many probing gazes directed at her, and that Ouyang Xiao had very clearly expressed his anger—well, Song Jing admitted that what she initially noticed was Ouyang Xiao's dissatisfaction with her distracted attitude.
Without wasting a second, Song Jing tossed a thin piece of paper onto the table at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, put his hand back on his knee, sat up straight, and his palms were full of nervous sweat.
What does he want to do?
Song Jing did not believe that Ouyang Xiao's actions were merely a whim.
Why didn't you call me?
"Huh?" Why did the scene suddenly change? You didn't even tell me beforehand. And Ouyang Xiao, it was you who didn't call me!
Didn't I give you my phone number?
Song Jing pursed her lips, shifted her position, lowered her head and then looked up again, saying, "I... I don't have a cell phone!" Then she nodded, "That's right, I don't have a cell phone, so I can't call you!" Actually, Song Jing couldn't forget the heartbreaking feeling she had when she mustered all her courage to pick up the phone that year, only to hear a woman's gentle and coquettish voice on the other end.
Ouyang Xiao stared at her for a while, then looked away before Song Jing could offer an explanation, feeling guilty.
Song Jing grinned foolishly, almost frozen in place.
Because of fear, he didn't even have the courage to peek out. Song Jing was such a cowardly and timid person!
sigh.
Ouyang Xiao sighed as he heard Song Jing breathe a sigh of relief.
How could he fall for such an idiot? To let down his guard with such a fool... No, perhaps it's precisely because she's a fool, because she's waited so many years for him with just a few words, that he should generously forgive her cowardice and lies!
Ouyang Xiao picked up the transcript with two fingers, glanced at it casually, and tossed it into his pocket. At the same time, he took out a black pen and quickly wrote down the name of the school and the major on the application form. Then he put the pen and the application form back into his pocket.
"Ou, Ouyang Xiao!" Song Jing jumped up.