“…”
Jiang Beize was silent for two seconds.
When he spoke again, his voice remained unchanged:
"It's good. I study painting every day and have made a lot of new friends in the new school. What about you? I heard that you shaved off your hair. I must have many girls chasing you. You are not bad looking!"
"What else have you heard?"
"ah?"
"What else have you heard?" Song Nantou pursed his lips.
"Also... I heard that you changed your name."
The air was silent again.
Song Nan's tomb did not speak.
Jiang Beize didn't speak either.
Only the sound of wind chimes faded away.
Not sure how much time had passed, Song Nan Tomb sighed.
He never wanted to be anyone's brother, but in front of him, he felt a sense of responsibility and just wanted to coax him.
I can't see his face, but I can imagine the look on his face at this moment.
It should be hesitant, at a loss, and entangled.
"Jiangbeize."
He said.
"There are tombstones in the south and lovesickness in the north. I'm waiting for you to come back."
"No need to wait for me."
Jiang Beize's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible and he sighed.
"You'd better wait for someone else."
"Master, I just want to wait for you."
Song Nan's tomb was very domineering and did not allow him to refute.
"I'm sorry... I probably won't come back."
"Sure?"
"Well, I'm fine here. There's no need to go back."
No need to come back
"good very good."
Song Nan Tomb snorted.
"Then I won't wait for you anymore."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
If you call him on the phone, you will be pissed off by his nagging and hesitant temper.
But that’s all.
Don't wait for him.
If you wait and wait, maybe in the end there will be no one left.
Although Jiang Beiyuan said to him, "Rebellious love is not necessarily noble."
But he is not a noble person to begin with!
Why should you listen to Jiang Beiyuan
As long as he likes it, he is willing to go against the grain for that person.
If he doesn't return, then he will take the initiative.
What a big deal.
…
Monday arrived quickly.
The classroom in Ningcheng No. 1 Middle School is as peaceful as ever.
At 8:25 in the morning, there was a "bang" and someone kicked open the classroom door from the outside.
Everyone is not surprised.
Regardless of whether he studied well or not, Song Nan's tomb never opened the door properly.
But now that he has studied well and is the top student in the class, no one dares to laugh at him for being a bastard.
Song Nan Tomb was carrying a black schoolbag slanted across his back and had a resolute face. At first glance, he looked towards the first row of the classroom as always.
There was actually a person sitting in that empty seat.
Someone who doesn't belong there.
Nameless fire suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Song Nan Tomb picked up the man's collar and pulled him up from his position without saying a word.
"Who asked you to sit in this position?!"
"The class teacher said..." the student with four eyes stuttered, pushing up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"No sitting!"
Song Nan Tomb doesn't care about the class or the teacher.
"No one is sitting in this seat, why can't you sit?" Si Yan said with a sniff and whispered.
"If I can't tell you, I just can't! There's no reason!"
He let go of Si Yan, took his schoolbag out of the drawer and stool, and threw it on the podium.
Throw all the books on the table onto the podium.
"You like the class teacher so much, please sit on the podium from now on!"
“…”
The rest of the students watched this scene silently, no one dared to speak.
After all, boys who dare to change their names to Cemetery are more ruthless.
He is cruel to himself and others.
(End of chapter)