In the days without Song Yishan, Qiao Jinling pretended to be happy. She couldn't let the people she cared about worry.
People are really strange.
Without Song Yishan's company in the past, she felt that life was just like this, and it was no big deal. But after that person appeared, no matter how she lived, her life was not right, and her heart felt empty. Even if she saw a small stone, she could beat around the bush.
Think of that person.
Occasionally, Qiao Jinling would see a similar figure on campus. She would pretend to pass by that person inadvertently, turn around and walk away disappointed. She knew clearly that it couldn't be him, but Qiao Jinling still had a little expectation.
Qiao Jinling became more and more silent. When she was alone, she preferred to sit on a wicker chair, bask in the sun, and watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky.
The cloud can never decide its own direction. It will go wherever the wind blows it. It looks like it is free, but in fact it never makes its own decision.
Sun Huifang and Qiao Xiangqian were also worried. They kept in touch with Song Jingxing abroad, but they still didn't get any good news. Gradually, they stopped calling because they didn't want to expose each other's sadness over and over again.
Qiao Jinling got another tin box.
There were already ten letters in it. Starting from the first day after Song Yishan left, Qiao Jinling resumed the habit of writing letters once a week. However, this time, her letters could not be sent and no one responded to her.
As before, she wrote down everything that happened in school in letters, as if Song Yishan was right in front of her. She read Song Yishan's previous replies to her over and over again. Starting from the first grade, her handwriting became more and more mature.
There were a total of 214 letters. When Qiao Jinling re-wrote 213 letters, she was surprised to find out what Song Yishan meant when he said "214 letters are pretty good".
214, "Love for a lifetime".
At that time, he was as young as he was, speaking the most romantic words in the most obscure way.
Then stop at 213.
213, "Love for life".
One letter a week, it took her 4 years to write these 213 letters.
In the past four years, many things have happened in the family. Sun Huifang established her own brand design studio "Fang?
Land, by the time Chongqing was approved as a municipality in March 1997, when others were just about to enter the market, Qiao Xiangqian had already made a lot of money.
Qiao Jinfeng entered a tertiary-level hospital in Beijing, specializing in neurosurgery. At a young age, she has become the youngest attending physician in the hospital. Especially her treatment method that emphasizes both traditional Chinese and Western medicine makes her unique.
Qiao Jinling graduated from high school and went through all the obstacles to get admitted to the Communication University of China majoring in broadcasting and hosting. At that time, it was still called Beijing Broadcasting Institute, also known as "Guangyuan".
Now she is a freshman at Guangyuan University. If Song Yishan was still here, he would definitely be admitted to the Foreign Affairs College of his choice and shine freely in the university.
But that person hasn't come back yet.
For four years, there has been no good news from abroad, but Qiao Jinling is not in a hurry. If he can't wait today, he will wait for tomorrow. If he can't wait tomorrow, he will wait for the day after tomorrow. With one more thought in his heart, his life will be more leisurely.
Qiao Jinling went to college, like a flower, her academic pressure faded away, and her stunning beauty blossomed instantly.
The corners of her eyes are large and droopy. When she squints her eyes, they are like a small crescent moon, gentle, sweet, and charming. Her whole body is bright and stretched, as ethereal as autumn water, her eyes are clear, silkworms are rich, gentle, kind, pleasant, and pure.
Smart.
Her figure is relatively thin, but thin but not thick. Her eyebrows are stretched and always have a touch of sadness. Her beautiful eyes are pure and stubborn, innocent and seductive, and full of story.
Among the beauties in Guangyuan, she has the most unique temperament, with waist-length black hair, solitary eyebrows, and charming eyelashes. She looks like a black swan, aloof and elegant.
Qiao Jinling is no longer the little girl who was reborn. Time has tempered her into a complete beauty. However, she still doesn't take this beauty seriously. She just comes to class with her hair tied casually. Instead, she is more carefully dressed than others.
A rare natural beauty.
In fact, Qiao Jinling was quite beautiful in her previous life, but she was tempered by life and lost her self-confidence. Her chest was hunched, she shrank back, and she hid her beauty, let alone showed it openly.
Nowadays, when people are beautiful, there are naturally many boys pursuing them. What is strange is that Qiao Jinling has never accepted any of her classmates. She always refuses politely, saying that she already has a boyfriend, but no one has seen this person.
Mysterious boyfriend.
As time went by, everyone felt that this was just an excuse for Qiao Jinling to refuse, and there were still boys showing their attentiveness.
"Lingling, please take a leave from school. We have to go back to Beiheyan Village."
Qiao Qianqian came to school specifically to look for her, with a serious look on his face. He hadn't seen his father so nervous in a long time.
"What's wrong, Dad? Is there anything going on back home?"
Qiao Jinling's heart also twitched.
"You...grandma fell down at home and is about to die..."
When Qiao Qianqian said this, he was almost crying. Since he came out, he rarely went home and only sent money. He always thought that the future would be long, but he did not expect to get this bad news suddenly.
Qiao Jinling quickly comforted her father, ran to the college to ask for leave, simply packed her clothes, and left in the car.
They drove two cars, with the second aunt's family behind them, and they also picked up Qiao Jinfeng. No one spoke on the way. They had the impression that Yang Guixiang still sent her to Beijing to study, and she was nagging her, why did she have to leave so suddenly?
Where is it?
It turns out that when a person leaves this world, aging occurs slowly. He will say goodbye to this world at an inadvertent point in time, and then continue on the next journey.
Qiao Jinling felt dizzy. She leaned on Qiao Jinfeng's shoulder and squinted her eyes. She didn't want to think about these things. The more she thought about it, the more headache she got. The road seemed to have no end. It was bumpy all the way. They drove from the national highway to the provincial highway and got off.
On the provincial road, the scene in front of me is familiar yet unfamiliar.
Anqing City is right in front of you.
After all, Qiao Jinling has lived here for several years. Some places still have the same look as before, but most places have changed and are in full swing.
It was getting dark. After passing through Anqing City, heading towards the urban area of Beiheyan Village, there were no street lights anymore. It was pitch black in front of me, as if I had plunged into a black curtain.
Occasionally, I can hear the barking of dogs in the village, and the sparse lights are on. I come back again. The last time I came back, I was still in the trapped "dream".
Home is near.
I could vaguely hear the sound of mourning. Could it be that grandma had passed away before they could wait for them?