As soon as the door closed, the gymnasium quickly fell into silence.
A quiet that can be scary.
People sometimes clearly realize their own superfluity at such moments. You know that the world is still noisy and people are coming and going on the streets, but at this moment, it has nothing to do with you.
I picked up the phone and clicked on the information interface.
Jiang Yiang's message was at the top and was sent an hour ago.
"Yinyin, I'm at school. I'll come find you after class."
The tone was familiar.
I stared at this message like a belated invitation.
It should have been there when I needed it, not now.
I put the phone down gently and there was no reply.
Huang Yichen's words are still in my mind. It was like a dull knife, cutting on the skin, no blood was seen, but the pain was extremely clear. The way he looked at me - that kind of arrogance with a bit of contempt, was like looking at a piece of ashes accidentally stepped on the sole of a shoe.
How did I get to this point? Become the person that "you are nothing more than that" in the eyes of others.
I thought I would be that free and easy person.
The kind of boy who rides his bicycle through the long street at dusk - his hair is messed up by the wind and he doesn't bother to fix it; behind him is the setting sun, and a certain kind of freedom that needs no words.
But now I am standing here, carefully holding a still-unbroken heart, trying hard to pretend that "everything is fine".
This is somewhat ridiculous.
Intention: youth, growth