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Chapter 60 Saying Goodbye

As soon as Song Huan went downstairs in the morning, she saw Xiao Yunqing carrying a small schoolbag and already waiting downstairs.

She arrived earlier than usual today, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her face taut, clearly waiting for him on purpose.

"Song Huan." She called him by his full name, her tone different from usual.

Song Huan, carrying her schoolbag, ran over quickly: "Why are you here so early today?"

Xiao Yunqing stared at him, her lips pressed into a line, her cheeks slightly puffed out.

She didn't answer his question, but stared straight at his back.

She couldn't see anything through the school uniform, but she knew the bruise was there.

"You took the stick for Lin Yue yesterday?"

Song Huan was taken aback; the news had spread quickly. "Who told you?"

"Don't worry about who said that." Her voice rose half an octave, then she forced it down, finally unable to hold back any longer, "Are you stupid? That's an iron rod! Hitting yourself with it? Do you think you're made of iron?"

Her eyes were already red, but she held back her tears.

She had already cried once last night when she learned about this from her classmate.

After a night, she thought she had calmed down.

But this morning, standing downstairs at his house, waiting for him to come down, the anger that had been building up all night surged up again—not towards Wang Lei, but towards him.

For Song Huan!

How could he dare?

How could he dare to use his back to block an iron rod?

Looking at her puffed-up face, Song Huan said softly, "If that stick really falls, how can she, a girl, withstand it?"

"So you can stand it?" Xiao Yunqing's voice suddenly rose. "If you can stand it, what am I supposed to do?"

Both of them were stunned when they heard this.

Xiao Yunqing turned her face away, her ponytail swung to one side, and the tips of her ears turned bright red.

Song Huan opened her mouth as if to say something, but she had already turned away, forcibly holding back the tears in her eyes, not a single drop falling.

"Never mind," she said, her voice muffled. "I have something else to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Wang Lei has been disciplined. He received a major demerit, was placed on probation, and was forced to transfer to another school."

Song Huan was taken aback: "So fast?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't look at him, staring at the road ahead. "Last night, my dad called the principal."

Song Huan stopped in her tracks.

Xiao Yunqing took two steps, then stopped and looked back at him when she realized he wasn't following.

"What's wrong?"

Did you tell your dad?

"Of course I told them."

Xiao Yunqing said matter-of-factly, "He hit my people, why shouldn't I tell him? I'm already being lenient by not having my dad arrest him."

Song Huan stood there, her mind racing.

It's certainly a good thing that Wang Lei was disciplined.

But if this matter blows up, it will inevitably lead to the question of why Wang Lei hit Lin Yue.

The matter of Wang Lei's father and Lin Yue's mother.

The fact that Lin Yue's mother is a mistress has already caused a great stir at the school. If the school officially intervenes in the investigation, Lin Yue's situation will only get worse.

"Xiao Yunqing," he said, his voice becoming serious.

Xiao Yunqing looked at him.

"Don't talk about this anymore. When you told your dad about why Wang Lei hit someone and Lin Yue's family situation, did you mention any of that?"

Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, then shook her head.

"No, I only said that Wang Lei came to the classroom with an iron rod and hit people, and you blocked him. My dad asked me why Wang Lei hit people, and I said I didn't know."

Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good." He walked up to her. "The fewer people who know about Lin Yue's family, the better. Her mother's situation has already spread throughout the school. If even the school leaders and the police get involved in the investigation, she really won't be able to stay here any longer."

Xiao Yunqing stared at him for several seconds.

Then she rolled her eyes at him.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Her tone suddenly became very aggressive, "I only told my dad that Wang Lei injured someone with a weapon, and that he hit you. I didn't mention Lin Yue at all."

She paused, then lowered her voice.

"I need to protect you, and I need to protect her too. Do you think I don't understand that?"

Song Huan was stunned.

Xiao Yunqing didn't look at him again, turned around and walked forward. Her ponytail swung, and she walked quickly.

Song Huan stood there watching her back.

The early autumn morning light shone on her, casting a long shadow.

She walked very fast, but her back was very straight.

He heard her heartfelt words.

He only knows how to protect others.

[Then I'll protect him.]

No one is allowed to touch him.

[Wang Lei is no good, nobody else is.]

Song Huan stood there for a long time.

Then he quickened his pace and caught up with him.

The two walked side by side toward school with their backpacks on, remaining silent the whole way, neither looking at the other.

But Xiao Yunqing's pace slowed down a little compared to before.

When Song Huan entered the classroom, she found that Lin Yue's seat was empty, and the desk was clean and tidy, with nothing on it.

Xiao Yunqing noticed it too.

Lin Yue's schoolbag was gone, her textbooks were gone, and even the English workbook in her drawer was missing.

She frowned and turned to Zhou Tiantian beside her, asking, "Where's Lin Yue? She didn't come today? All her things are gone?"

Zhou Tiantian was fixing her bangs in front of a small mirror when she heard this and whispered, "I heard from people in Class 5 that she transferred schools."

Xiao Yunqing was taken aback: "Transfer schools?"

Zhou Tiantian put away the mirror and nodded: "I heard it was all done yesterday. Her mother came to the school and finished all the procedures."

She lowered her voice again: "My deskmate saw it when she went to the office to hand in her homework. Her mother had injuries on her face, and it looked quite scary."

Xiao Yunqing turned around and sat down, staring at the blackboard in front of her, seemingly lost in thought.

Song Huan, who was sitting to the side, listened to every word of their conversation.

Transferring schools so quickly.

At this moment, class monitor Yi Fan walked by and casually interjected, "When I went to the office last time, I saw her mother coming to handle the transfer. I thought she was just asking around, but I didn't expect her to be so decisive."

Xiao Yunqing ignored him, and Yi Fan, feeling awkward, walked away.

The first lesson was Chinese.

Gao Xiao walked into the classroom, his gaze swept across the room, paused for a moment at Lin Yue's empty seat, and then opened his textbook to begin the lesson.

When the bell rang, Song Huan felt inexplicably stifled and got up to go to the restroom to wash her face.

When he came out, he saw Xiao Yunqing leaning against the corridor railing waiting for him, twirling a pen between her fingers.

When she saw him approaching, she moved her lips, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Song Huan walked past her, and she silently followed, walking side by side without saying a word.

During the last self-study period in the afternoon, Gao Xiao walked into the classroom, stood on the podium and looked at him: "Song Huan, come to the office."

Song Huan got up and followed her out of the classroom.

The corridor was long, and Gao Xiao walked ahead, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

She pushed open the office door, where several teachers were grading assignments. Walking to the desk, she took a white envelope from a drawer and handed it to them.

"Lin Yue asked me to give this to you."

Song Huan took the envelope. The seal was tightly glued shut, and the words "Song Huan" were neatly written on the front. He recognized each stroke; it was Lin Yue's handwriting.

"She came yesterday afternoon to complete the transfer procedures." Gao Xiao sat down, picked up a red pen, and then put it down again.

Song Huan clutched the envelope tightly, remaining silent.

Gao Xiao sighed softly: "She's a good girl, but she's been burdened by her family."

Ms. Wu, who was grading homework nearby, looked up and chimed in, "That's right. That child has good grades and a quiet personality. It's a pity."

Teacher Chen put down her pen and shook her head: "I've seen this kind of thing many times. In the end, it's the children who suffer."

Gao Xiao didn't reply and opened her textbook again.

Song Huan knew it was time to leave: "Thank you, teacher."

As she turned to walk towards the door, Gao Xiao's voice suddenly came from behind her: "Song Huan."

He stopped and turned around.

Gao Xiao looked at him, hesitated, and finally just waved her hand: "It's okay, go ahead."

The corridor was deserted.

The school bell had long since rung, and the entire school building was empty except for the sound of the wind passing through the windows.

Song Huan leaned against the railing and opened the envelope.

The seal was stuck on very tightly; he had to tear it several times before he could open it.

Inside was a neatly folded strip of paper.

Unfolded, the handwriting is small, but it is written with exceptional care:

You don't need to hide from me anymore; we'll never see each other again.

We met in the summer, and then went our separate ways into our own summers.

If we meet again, will you be my boyfriend?

……

The wind blew in through the window, making the paper rustle.

He read it once, then again, and then once more.

Then he gently folded it, stuffed it back into the envelope, put it in the inside pocket of his school uniform, and patted it lightly.

He looked up towards the school gate.

Across the playground, across the iron fence, across the road, he seemed to see a slender figure, wearing a school uniform, holding a cardboard box, standing by the roadside waiting for a taxi.

The box was wrapped with tape and contained textbooks and a broken glass bottle.

She lowered her head, the wind lifted her hair, and she gently brushed it aside with her hand.

On her wrist, there seemed to be a thin rubber band, which shimmered slightly in the wind.

A taxi stopped in front of her.

She turned around, took one last look at the gate of Yucai No.1 Middle School, then bent down and crawled inside, closing the car door behind her.

The car slowly drove away, merged into the traffic, and gradually disappeared at the intersection.

Song Huan stood in the corridor, gazing in that direction, for a long time.

The wind tousled his hair, but he didn't care.

"Leaving in such a hurry..."

Song Huan murmured, a bitter smile appearing on her lips, "It seems we've never truly said goodbye."

Is the reason for not saying goodbye so that we can meet again?

He said it softly to himself, without making a sound.

But when will we meet again?

Goodbye, Lin Yue...