Teacher Xi Jing was explaining the case in the PPT on the podium. Yang Yue suddenly pushed open the back door, making a loud noise that startled her and completely interrupted her train of thought. She frowned and was angry, "Student, which one of you..."
A crisp "pop" sound interrupted the rest of her words. Before anyone could react, Yang Yue rushed to Fu Shitian's seat in the back row and slapped him.
Shocked everyone.
She used a lot of force, and Fu Shitian's head was knocked off balance, and a red and swollen slap mark quickly appeared on her face. She turned back to look at Yang Yue blankly, her head buzzing, and the scene in front of her was dizzy. The familiar classroom and the familiar faces of her classmates suddenly became unfamiliar. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
The mouth was filled with the sweet and fishy taste of blood.
Yin Fanlu was speaking up for her: "Yang Yue, why are you mad?! Why are you hitting someone?!"
Teacher Xijing was roaring, "Hurry up and grab her! What are you doing? This is class! My class! Class monitor, go and call your counselor over!"
The whole class was whispering.
All the sounds seemed to come from far away, only Yang Yue's voice, so clear and sharp, fell into her ears and pierced into her heart.
Yang Yue was grabbed by two boys in the back row, one on each hand. She didn't struggle or get angry, but her chest was shaking, her eyes were red, and she stared at Fu Shitian angrily: "You owe me this!"
"I thought we were the same kind of people, I thought you would understand me!" she accused, tears rolling down her eyes, and every cry was like a knife, piercing Fu Shitian's heart.
"The school suspended me. Are you satisfied? Is this what you said you would do to help me?! Is this what you said you wouldn't tell anyone else?!"
The color drained away from Fu Shitian's face, and he stammered "I'm sorry...", his eyes filled with tears.
The counselor arrived with a middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman hugged Yang Yue's shoulders and kept apologizing to her classmates, teachers, and Fu Shitian: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, her emotions are out of her control now, she didn't mean it." She grabbed Yang Yue and walked out. Yang Yue didn't resist, and accepted her fate and let her drag her away. She just turned around, looked into Fu Shitian's eyes, and said word by word very seriously: "Fu Shitian, I will never forgive you."
Like a curse, Fu Shitian felt cold all over and was about to collapse. In a trance, Yang Yue's red eyes overlapped with the collapsed pupils of the victim's family members in her childhood, and the voice of "I will never forgive you" seemed like a voice from a distant nightmare.
"Why do you dare to ask for our forgiveness? Why do you still want leniency? We will never forgive you!" The spit on her and her mother's face was like a brand that could never be wiped away.
The classroom was full of students' discussions. The counselor's mouth opened and closed, as if he was also saying something to her. Fu Shitian couldn't hear clearly. Her ears were filled with noisy and vicious memories of "stay away from her, her father is a bad guy, a big bad guy gives birth to a little bad guy, she is also a bad guy", "don't play with her, don't learn bad things", "the daughter of a murderer is a little murderer, why can't I beat you, you should be beaten".
The gazes, either curious or disgusted, fell on her as if they were real, engulfing her from all directions like a tide. Fu Shitian felt like she couldn't breathe.
A thin figure blocked her behind. Shi Yi held her hand, giving her a touch of warmth.
"Teacher, can I take her to apply medicine first and then come to your office to find her later?" Her slightly hoarse voice sounded like a ray of light cast in the deep sea.
Fu Shitian looked at her back, a tearing pain swept through his heart, but the salty breath slowly returned to his chest.
Shi Yi is still the same Shi Yi, and the light is still the same light. But I am no longer the pure me I was back then.
This is the light that does not belong to her, the light that she cannot keep. It is the light that she should not disturb or covet.
She tried hard to find her voice: "No, I'll go with the teacher..."
Shi Yi turned around and looked at her, with a gloomy emotion in his eyes.
Fu Shitian didn't dare to look any longer, fearing that if she looked any longer, all her newly recovered rationality and self-esteem would fall apart. Her face was pale, and she tried hard to support herself to straighten her back, stood up, and faced everyone's gaze. She pulled her hand out from under Shi Yi's palm, and said to her in a dry and light voice: "Thank you."
Shi Yi looked at her, and slowly clenched his empty palm into a fist.
Fu Shitian lowered his head, walked out of his seat, and followed the counselor out of the classroom amid criticism.
Yang Yue's accusations and Yang Yue's hateful face replayed in her mind over and over again. For a moment, Fu Shitian wanted to escape, wanted to lose all her thoughts, and wanted to become a completely ignorant and unconscious person.
But it doesn't work.
She is Lailai. She is her mother's little sun. She is the one who made a wish to fate, that she will be a good child, that one day it will forgive all her mistakes and give her back the future that belongs to her.
She bit her lower lip until it bled, forcing herself to be sober and brave enough. The counselor asked her about the whole story and told her that she had done a good job. Once Yang Yue's situation was reported, it attracted great attention from the college leaders. That afternoon, the psychology teacher found Yang Yue to get a preliminary understanding of the situation, notified them to contact her parents, and took her to a professional hospital for treatment. The psychologist assessed that Yang Yue's condition was very bad. They contacted Yang Yue's aunt and after communicating with her, they decided to let Yang Yue temporarily suspend her studies and go home with her to receive better treatment and care.
He said that this was the best thing for Yang Yue, and she didn't need to feel uneasy or guilty. If no intervention was made in this situation, it would become very dangerous, and if something really happened, it would be too late to regret it. Maybe a year of suspension of study seemed like a big deal to them now, but if their life safety, physical and mental health could not be guaranteed, everything else would become insignificant.
Seeing that Fu Shitian was not in good condition, he also said that if necessary, she should talk to a psychological teacher and not let this matter become a knot in her heart.
At that moment, Fu Shitian's deep resistance and fear towards "talking to a psychologist" made her feel even more how cruel what she was doing was.
She didn't know whether what she did was right or not, but she couldn't help feeling guilty towards Yang Yue.
She asked the counselor for Yang Yue's aunt's phone number, but the counselor refused to give it to her. She had no choice but to ask the counselor if Yang Yue had completed the procedures for taking a leave of absence from school? Would she come again? Could she help her pass a letter to Yang Yue's aunt
The counselor agreed and asked her to write it and give it to his assistant, who would take Aunt Yang Yue to handle the formalities in the afternoon.
Fu Shitian went back to the dormitory to write a letter. Her letter was not long, she just explained who she was and what kind of fate she had with Yang Yue. Then she apologized to them, and most importantly, she begged Aunt Yang Yue to cure Yang Yue. She told her that Yang Yue had said many times that what she missed most was the days when she lived with her aunt when she was a child. She always said that her aunt was the only one who truly loved her and was the person closest to her. She said many times that when she was able to do so, she must be filial to her aunt and let her live out her days.
She left her her contact information, saying that she was willing to help Yang Yue in any way she could.
But this letter fell into oblivion.
Until late at night, Yang Yue's aunt did not contact her. Fu Shitian stared at the screen of his mobile phone and completely lost his sleep.
In a suite not far from the school, Shi Yi also suffered from insomnia.
After following Fang Ruohua's advice and stopping taking sleeping pills, she never fell asleep in the first half of the night again.
Is she okay
No. She should have the answer without even thinking about it.
This was not something she should care about, and it was not even something Fu Shitian needed her to care about...
Her palms felt empty, as if they still retained the cold feeling of the air that slowly poured in when Fu Shitian forcibly pulled his fingers away from her hands that morning.
It feels like a corner of my heart is completely missing.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... I tossed and turned, and the figure of Fu Shitian lingered in my mind.
Shi Yi finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat up.
She thought quietly in the darkness, first stepped down with one foot, struggled for a few seconds, and then put the other foot down. She stood up, and walked slowly and heavily, step by step, following the floor that Fu Shitian might have wiped that day, from her door to the door of the guest room where Fu Shitian had slept.
The door was tightly closed, staring at her silently in the dark night. It was like a Pandora's box emitting infinite temptation.
It shouldn’t be opened and cannot be opened.
Shi Yi held the door handle and hesitated for a long time, but she still let herself go. She turned it gently, and after half a year, she opened the door again.
In the dim light, the furnishings in the room were just as they were when Fu Shitian left. Shi Yi looked at the rabbit sitting at the head of the bed and the small night light.
There is also the shadow of the girl who once laughed and cried on this bed.
The pain suddenly overwhelmed Shi Yi's heart.
She suppressed her fear and uneasiness, and walked into the room almost self-abusely, approached the bed, and with trembling fingertips she stroked the bedding, pillow, and rabbit that Fu Shitian had lain on.
She touched the rabbit's cheek, just like she was touching the girl's half swollen cheek.
Careful and tender.
Unable to deceive himself any longer, unable to turn a blind eye any longer, Shi Yi followed his heart and hugged the little rabbit as gently as possible.
Amidst the intense self-loathing, there is also a sense of relief.
She had been hiding for too long and unable to face it for too long.
It’s really hard to admit that I like Fu Shitian.
But not admitting it is actually a more difficult thing.
She surrendered.