Although the actual content of the microblog has not changed, she checked it once at 11 o'clock, and the total number of microblogs at that time was 205. Now it is just 0:15, and the number of microblogs is 206.
At such a coincidental time, Fu Shitian posted another Weibo post that was visible only to himself.
Could it be related to her
Could it be a birthday greeting for her
Shi Yi stared at the line of words, his throat moved, and he let out a sigh of relief helplessly. At least, it could be possible.
A heart with great ups and downs, and is fickle. Shi Yi laughed at herself, saying that she was more and more self-deceiving and sentimental. This was not like her at all. Is this what it is like to like someone? Reason often doesn't work, and emotions are completely out of control, always fluctuating with the other person's reaction.
It was a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't feel any repulsion at all, and I even slowly got used to it.
She stroked the star instrument at hand, her eyes softening. Maybe Si Tian didn't really care about her anymore.
She was not good at showing goodwill, and she had never done anything like being rejected again and again and again with a shameless face to show goodwill. It was not that she didn't know what to do. She was just too afraid of becoming a ridiculous and nagging person in Fu Shitian's eyes.
Shi Yi turned on the screen again and took a look at Fu Shitian’s Weibo, and made a decision in his heart.
She tested him again in person. As long as Fu Shitian gave her the slightest hint of affirmation, she would throw away all her self-esteem and reserve, confess to him, and tangle with him to the end.
She locked the screen, put the star device back far away, went back to her room, hugged her rabbit, tried to fall asleep, and waited for dawn.
After dawn, it was Friday, the first Friday of the biweekly week when she had no classes in the morning. After enduring a restless morning, she finally waited for her weekly physical education class in the afternoon.
This class is the annual standing long jump and 800-meter physical test.
The physical education teacher was selecting students one by one for long jump according to their student numbers. Fu Shitian was pulled by her volleyball partner Zhang Qingyu to stand in the front row waiting for her. Shi Yi stood quietly behind her to the right not far away.
Jian Lu and Shi Yi joked while waiting: "A year has passed so quickly. Hahaha, I still remember you wanted to rest after running last year. How are you, are you okay today? Should I be mentally prepared in advance?"
Shi Yi used her peripheral vision to locate Fu Shitian, not knowing whether Fu Shitian could hear her. She endured the awkwardness and performed the whole act, replying uncertainly: "It should be fine."
Jian Luhe was surprised, and then asked nervously: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Normally, Shi Yi should have ignored his joke and retorted.
Her voice was not quiet, and the classmates who were on good terms with her turned around and looked at her with concern, but Fu Shitian seemed to have heard nothing at all. She stared motionlessly at the students who were doing long jump in the field, without any fluctuation at all.
Shi Yi felt lost, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "It's nothing, just a cold."
Soon, all the long jump tests were completed. After a fifteen-minute break, the physical education teacher announced the start of the 800-meter test.
Like last year, the 800-meter test was divided into four groups, with nine people in each group. Fu Shitian and his partner stood next to the referee's table, with no intention of going in as the first group.
Shi Yi squatted down to tie her shoelaces to calm down the inexplicable tension in her heart. After tying her shoelaces, she stood up and walked solemnly with Jian Luhe to the starting point of the track where a few people had just stood.
When all nine people gathered, the physical education teacher blew a whistle, and everyone raised their legs in unison and rushed out of the starting point.
Jian Luhe was running second, and Shi Yi followed behind her. She didn't have a fever this time, but maybe it was because she hadn't slept well for too long, and she didn't feel much easier running than last year. Her eyes fell on Jian Luhe's back, and her mind was completely entangled with Fu Shitian.
After turning the corner, she looked towards the referee's stand naturally, and sure enough, Fu Shitian was still standing there. It was too far away, so she couldn't see Fu Shitian's expression, she could only see her beautiful little face facing her direction.
Her breathing was already rapid, and her heart suddenly began to beat like a drum. Her running route was a little off, so she looked away, calmed her mind, and practiced in her mind how to naturally pretend to be dizzy and uncomfortable.
It was too contrived. She felt so ashamed just thinking about it.
But when she reached the bend in the second lap, she still moved her body casually, adjusted her expression, and prepared to enter a weak state.
After turning the corner, she turned her head and looked again at the place where Fu Shitian had just stood.
Fu Shitian turned his back to the direction she was running and left towards the indoor running track on the right.
Her breathing suddenly stagnated, as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head, and Shi Yi's heart sank - Si Tian didn't care at all how she ran.
Her chest ached and felt stuffy, as if all the strength had been drained from her body. She had no power to sprint at all. She stumbled and barely made it to the third from the bottom in the group, barely crossing the passing line.
She was really in pain, and the urge to vomit surged up her throat again. But she was too weak to get the heartache from the person she wanted, so she didn't want to show it at all. She rejected the kindness of other classmates, gritted her teeth, and with a pale face, she struggled to move to the railing of the stands next to the finish line. She held the railing tightly with her right hand to support her body, stood straight, breathing heavily, and her face looked very ugly.
Jian Luhe stood beside her, panting and worried: "Are you... okay?"
Shi Yi lowered his eyes and replied softly, "It's okay."
Jian Luhe had never heard her sound so weak before, and he became even more worried. The two of them rested by the railing for a few minutes. Jian Luhe recovered a little and suggested to Shi Yi: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Can you walk? Otherwise, let's go inside, and you don't have to stand here in the wind."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Yi saw Fu Shitian coming out of the indoor track. She walked towards Zhang Qingyu, probably preparing for the next group to go on stage.
At the end of November, the wind in Shencheng was not strong during the day, but Fu Shitian's thin figure made Shi Yi feel that he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
She frowned, unable to resist her inner feelings, and said, "It's okay, I'll rest here for a while."
She turned around, facing the playground, her eyes blank.
Two minutes later, the physical education teacher blew the whistle again, and Fu Shitian's figure flashed across her eyes as she expected, moving towards the front of the runway.
Shi Yi's eyes were uncontrollably fixed on her.
From this direction, she could only see the outline of Fu Shitian's silhouette. Fu Shitian ran past her, leaving only his back facing her, his ponytail swaying, his white and slender neck. Every time he ran, every sway of his ponytail was like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings in her heart.
Suddenly, Fu Shitian shook and slowed down his pace.
Shi Yi's heart skipped a beat and she raised her foot to run towards her. Fu Shitian staggered and fell down in her sight.
Shi Yi's legs went weak and she almost fell. She balanced herself and ran quickly towards Fu Shitian.
Fu Shitian had been helped up by a classmate who was closer to him.
She sat on the track, her face as white as paper, cold sweat covering the tip of her straight nose, and she seemed to be trying to stand up.
Shi Yi didn't have time to think about it. He knelt on one leg, held her thin shoulders with one hand, and grabbed her right hand, which was still bleeding but still supported on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Don't move."
Fu Shitian stared at her blankly, his dark eyes dim, his lips trembling, and he almost whispered, "Shi Yi..."
It seemed to contain grievances, but also tenderness. When Yi heard it, her heart trembled. She opened her mouth and was about to answer when Jian Luhe rushed over: "Is Si Tian okay?"
Fu Shitian's eyes regained clarity and he shook his head weakly.
Shi Yi was clearly in front of her, but she still pulled her hand back from Shi Yi's hand, and turned her head to ask the female classmate next to her: "Can you lend me a hand for a bit?"
The resistance was so obvious that the slight attachment he had just felt seemed like an illusion. Shi Yi clenched his empty palms and his eyes darkened.
Fu Shitian was helped to stand up by her female classmates and Jian Luhe. Shi Yi looked at her weak yet cold face and suddenly felt that his attentive attitude was too ridiculous.
She straightened her kneeling leg and stood up. She lowered her eyelashes and looked at Fu Shitian's bloodshot palms. She still felt distressed. "My car is at the door. There is alcohol and band-aids in the glove box. Can I get them for you?"
"Thank you, no need to bother." The girl's voice was very soft and polite. "I'll just go to the bathroom and flush it with water."
"Let me help you over there." Seeing that the situation was not right, Jian Luhe winked at Shi Yi and volunteered.
However, Shi Yi no longer had the energy to figure out what Jian Luhe meant.
She didn't say anything else, just watched Fu Shitian smile at Jian Luhe, didn't reject Jian Luhe, and let Jian Luhe help her walk away. Little by little, she completely disappeared in her own world.
My throat is choked and I feel discouraged.
Shi Yi walked to the highest and most corner stand with heavy steps and sat alone quietly until dark. The street lights outside the fence were on, and the familiar warm light shone in, illuminating the sparse figures running on the playground track.
How I wish I could still see that girl’s face, and see those almond-shaped eyes that shyly glanced at me as she ran by.
Never again.
Shi Yi closed her eyes, her face itchy. She tasted her own tears.
No one will wait for you here. Don't bother her anymore. She convinced herself completely.
After entering December, it seems that time is no longer passing by day by day, and the footsteps of the New Year are approaching inadvertently.
Jian Luhe tentatively invited Shi Yi: "Let's go to the school's outdoor New Year's Eve party together on New Year's Eve. After the party, we can go back to the dormitory together to celebrate Si Tian's birthday?" She occasionally wanted to help ease the relationship between the two of them, but Shi Yi had obviously lost interest.
Sure enough, Shi Yi refused.
Although Jian Luhe felt regretful, he couldn't figure out the specific entanglement between the two and didn't dare to persuade them any more.
On the evening of December 31, Fu Shitian dragged his tired body to the school's New Year's Eve party with Chen Xizhu, Yin Fanlu, and Jian Luhe.
Amid the deafening music, laughter and noise, Fu Shitian smiled along with the crowd.
Thousands of people shouted the countdown together. When the New Year's bell rang, everyone shouted "Happy New Year!" However, Chen Xizhu, Yin Fanlu and Jian Luhe shouted in her ear: "Si Tian, happy birthday!"
They were afraid that she couldn't hear them, so they shouted over and over again without restraint, their smiles sincere and lovely. Their shouts echoed in the gradually quiet square, and the host on the stage also echoed with surprise: "I think I heard that a classmate has a birthday?"
Jian Luhe raised Fu Shitian's hand and cheered: "Here, the birthday boy is over here."
Everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Fu Shitian's face turned red.
The host laughed and said nothing. He just pointed the microphone at the audience, and the students' birthday wishes rang out from the audience: "Happy birthday!"
The blessing echoed through the sky, Fu Shitian bit her lip, and tears gradually welled up in her eyes. No one had ever celebrated for her so lively before, not to mention so much kindness from strangers.
She thought she would be content and extremely happy.
Looking at the thousands of smiling faces filled with blessings, she smiled and smiled, but there was a place in her heart that was becoming more and more empty and painful. It hurt so much.
Among these blessings and smiling faces, Shi Yi is not included.
At the age of 19, the life that started with Shi Yi’s gentle “Happy Birthday” ended.
20 years old, 21 years old... From then on, every year was without Xingguang and Shi Yi.
Where is Shi Yi? Who is she with
That place is like a sore that is rotting and can never truly heal. If you accidentally poke it, it will be heartbreaking.
On the evening of New Year's Day, Jian Luhe went home, and Yin Fanlu was called by Lei Yilin and her roommates to play werewolf, leaving Fu Shitian alone in the dormitory.
At zero o'clock, January 1st was declared over. Shi Yi leaned against the bed, held his forehead with his hand and smiled bitterly, then stuffed the gift that he had been looking at all day and would never give away into the innermost part of the bedside drawer.
She lay down and tried to fall asleep, but at 0:30, she resigned herself to grabbing her phone and completing the last thing she did before going to bed every night - checking Fu Shitian's updates on her second account.
She entered the homepage as if she was familiar with it, and scrolled to the All Weibo page. The number of Weibo posts showed that there was one more. She scrolled down as usual to see if there were any likes, but suddenly, her fingertips froze and she held her breath.
At 23:58 on January 1, Fu Shitian posted a visible Weibo.
She said:
lh said that if a wish is spoken out it will not come true.
101, then I can make a wish,
Can I stop liking you from now on
In an instant, Shi Yi's heart seemed to be hit by something, painful and soft. It was like thunder hitting her ears, and like fireworks exploding in her heart. The uncontrollable heartache, joy, and love overwhelmed all reason.
She got up from the bed, even forgetting to put on her slippers. She hurriedly put on a pair of pants and a long down jacket, went to the living room to grab the car keys and went out.
She didn't see anyone all the way down to the garage. She got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove for a while. Gradually, she felt something wrong with her feet. She lowered her head and saw that she was barefoot. Only then did she realize what a stupid thing she had done.
I don't want to look back. I don't want to waste even a moment.
I couldn't bear to see Fu Shitian suffer any longer.
It was freezing cold and late at night. She drove to the campus gate, stopped the car, slammed the door, and ran barefoot and with her hair loose across the campus at midnight like a madman.
Panting, facing the astonished eyes of the dormitory manager, she ran into the dormitory building, into the elevator, and to the door of dormitory 1510.
The dormitory door was ajar.
Shi Yi's heart was beating wildly, and his usually calm and composed face was filled with an unconcealable nervousness.
She pushed the door open with trembling hands. The iron door creaked heavily. In the bright light in the room, there was the rustling sound of bed curtains. Then, the little face of Fu Shitian, whom she had been thinking about day and night, appeared.
Fu Shitian was visibly stunned, as if he had never expected it to be Shi Yi.
Shi Yixin suddenly calmed down, and a smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of her lips. Under the girl's confused gaze, she stepped into the dormitory that carried their most painful memories.
The girl stammered, "Fanlu and Luhe are not in the dormitory."
Shi Yi pushed the door shut and said softly, "I'm looking for you."
She stared at her and walked closer. Under her burning gaze, Fu Shitian's breathing became disordered, and his long-dead heart seemed to be revived in his chest in an instant.
She unconsciously clutched the sheets tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "Is there... something wrong?"
Shi Yi walked to the head of her bed, looked up at her, her eyes brighter than the stars and softer than the lake water. She reached out and picked up Fu Shitian's left hand that had fallen on the quilt, and took her hand and put it on her face, her voice soft and low:
"I came to you to make a New Year's wish."
Her face was so cold, but the kiss she placed on her palm was so hot.
"Don't dislike me. Always like me, okay?"
Like a hot kiss branded on the soul, it made Fu Shitian's blood boil. Fu Shitian felt dizzy as if his brain was congested, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or it was real.
The author has something to say: The little rabbit can't hold on any longer,
Shi Yi held the red rabbit in his arms, feeling very satisfied.
I won't watch the trumpet at night anymore.
Look at the 108 ways to eat rabbit.