I Miss You - Chapter 48

06

It was another Tuesday of the week. Because of the teacher’s help to tune the strings, Qingcheng once again hugged the piano and got off the bus. Before taking a few steps, she felt that she had no strength all over, and she had been groggy these days because of a cold.

When she passed a brightly lit pharmacy, she thought that drinking only cold granules might not be enough, so she should buy some antibiotics.

She went into the store to get the medicine, and when she was about to pay, she remembered that when she went home to pick up the piano, she left her schoolbag at home, and now she only has a bus card and no money.

“Forget it, I don’t want it. I’m sorry.” She coughed a few times and returned the medicine.

Leaving the drugstore, she walked forward for a short distance, then put down her piano and stopped to rest. After only a short while, a box of medicine suddenly appeared before her eyes—the one she didn’t buy just now.

It’s not an illusion, she thought.

“Your complexion is not very good, do you want to see a doctor?”

She remembered the voice, and her heart beat slightly.

Looking up, he saw Super standing in front of her with medicine and water. I haven’t seen him for a week. Seeing him again, she couldn’t help but rejoice in her heart: “Hi.”

Super was just picking up the throat pills, and when she heard her voice and looked over, she put down the medicine and left. The clerk said that the little girl might not have brought money, so he simply bought it together.

“You don’t need to see a doctor, it’s just a little dizzy.” Qingcheng took it hesitantly, and found that he had even unscrewed the cap of the water bottle for her. After taking the medicine, she put the things back in her bag.

“I’ll pay you back another day.” Last time he bought glutinous rice cakes for her to eat.

“It’s just a box of medicine. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it yet.”

“That won’t work, how can anyone invite someone to take medicine…”

He looked at her, always feeling that she had some thoughts… He smiled very shallowly and shook his head, but this time he didn’t push any more, just reached out to help her get the piano.

“Taoyuan community, right?” Although it was a question, he had already moved forward.

Qing Cheng took a slack, and she followed, thinking: Why is he so good… Good, so good that she wants to give him the 15 yuan medicine money in 15 days. Green Orange followed him, although his body was still uncomfortable, his heart was soft and sweet, like a candy, melted in the heart by the sun.

07

On this day, Qingcheng saw a book of “Chu Ci” in the school library. The book was very old and the pages were yellowed. She remembered that the Chinese teacher said that “The Book of Songs” and “Chu Ci” are the two major sources of Chinese poetry. Because of Super, she finished reading “The Book of Songs”, so she borrowed “The Songs of Chu” on a whim.

In the evening, she was alone under the lamp on the desk and turned to “Mrs. Xiang” and “Mrs. Xiang” in the “Nine Songs” chapter.

You can’t stay in the middle of the continent…

Yuan has Zhi Xi, Li has Lan, Si Gong Zi Xi dare not say…

These words were so beautiful that they couldn’t be said, and the love of these gods and men really moved her. Qingcheng found out the flower note that she had bought for a long time but hadn’t used it in the drawer, and copied down the sentence she liked with a pen.

Finally, she put away the verses copied, put it into an envelope, and put it in her schoolbag. The next day, she went to the theater school and asked the guardian to help forward the letter to Super. When she retracted her hand, she only felt that her hands were covered with fine sweat.

Later, as long as Qing Orange thinks of herself at this time, she feels ignorant and fearless.

08

There is a cherry blossom tree beside the theater. Before it blooms, it is submerged among the trees, and it is not eye-catching at all. But on this day, Green Orange passed by again, only to find that it seemed to have changed color overnight. The pale pink double-petaled flowers half-opened on the branches, like a girl leaning against the door and shy.

She didn’t have piano lessons today, but she came here too. After checking the time, she was about ten minutes away from the theater school.

She stood under the tree, wanting to see the flowers, but she didn’t really see the flowers, her anxiety was like a waterfall, and the water flowed even more with a knife.

When he appeared in sight, her heart seemed to tap dance suddenly.

I don’t know if he read the letter. If he read it, what would he think of her and how would he decide?

He looked over to her, and she took a deep breath and waved at him.

I saw him smile at her, although it was a very inconspicuous smile, it made Qing Orange’s heart lifted so softly as if it had fallen into a sponge.

He came over: “Look at the flowers?”

“No, wait for you…” Halfway through, she swallowed the words back again, fearing that her face would flush again after she spoke. After being silent for a while, she had to take out the money and hand it over, “Repay you the money. Thank you for buying me medicine.”

He didn’t say anything and accepted it.

The two went to the bus stop together, and on the way he used the money to buy a pink marshmallow bigger than a face for her.

“get out of class ends so early today?”

“……Ok.”

She took the marshmallow and took a bite. The sweet smell kept lingering on the tip of her tongue, making her unwilling to take another bite, thinking about going home and offering it…

09

When Super got home, his mother hadn’t come back, and the house was surprisingly quiet.

When he washed the rice and pressed the cooking button, he somehow thought of the girl standing under the cherry tree, and of her crisp “brother”.

He thought: If there is one such person in the family, it should be very lively.

10

After a while, Qingcheng felt as if she was living in a sweet dreamy bubble every day.

As a result, the bubble receded and she spent many years but failed to completely forget this memory.

“Your hair is cut so short, isn’t it cold?”

“It’s fine.”

“The same goes for your male classmates?”

“Not necessarily, there are also bald heads.”

“The bald head is much like a little monk, do you guys act as a monk?”

“…Yes, reverse string.”

“You borrowed “Liao Zhai”?”

“Ok.”

“Be careful that vixen and female ghosts come to you at night.”

“why?”

“Because you are a scholar.”

“Then what if it’s a male fox or a male ghost?”

“Then… Then come back as a woman.”

“…”

“This cherry blossom is so beautiful.”

“This is the imperial concubine cherry. It is said that this is the only one in the entire Baizhou city.”

“Concubine Yang?”

“Ok.”

“Remember you said you played Tang Minghuang?”

“Learned “Sounding the Bell” and “Crying Image”.”

“I want to hear you sing…”

“It’s so sad. It’s spring, it’s not appropriate.”

“Then wait until autumn to sing.”

“…”

11

When school was over, Super was called to the office alone by the head teacher. The classmates are not surprised, because he is so good, as long as there is an opportunity to perform outside the school, the teacher will look for him.

“Mr. Li.”

“Do you know why I called you?”

Super thought for a while and shook his head.

“Opera actors, one minute on stage, ten years of work off stage, not even a little sloppy. It’s not that you can be lazy, ambitious, and proud if you have high talents. How do the teachers usually tell you? How much do you remember? All this time, I have been waiting for you to take care of yourself, but you haven’t.” Every word of Teacher Li seemed to be heavy, and each word fell on Su Po’s heart. He already understood what Teacher Li didn’t say clearly.

“My heart is gone before I go to the teacher. Okay, I’ll just say these words once, listen carefully-if the heart can’t get back, there is no need to learn the drama. Go back to the ordinary middle school as soon as possible and study hard. You can also give it a try during the college entrance examination. There is no need to waste time with us. Think about it yourself.”

Teacher Li glanced at him one last time: “Let’s go, go back and think about it.” When Super left the office, she hesitated, and finally opened the drawer and threw the letter that had been pressed for half a month into her feet. Trash can.

12

In the past two weeks, Qingcheng felt that Super had suddenly evaporated from the world.

The sunset on this day is beautiful, but it always hangs on the west, and it always refuses to fall. As if he hadn’t waited until he was about to wait, he solemnly told him, so he had to blush and wait.

This is the first time in Qing Orange’s life that she has skipped class and came to an opera school. She knew he would go home every day, so she could always wait for him as long as she stayed at the gate.

A group of people came out, from more and more to less and less, the setting sun only had the last afterglow. In the dim light and shadow, the people she waited for finally appeared.

“Why are you here? Isn’t there no piano class today?” Super was a little surprised, he didn’t seem to see her for a long time. After Teacher Li visited him, he also felt that he would think of her from time to time recently, and his heart was indeed a bit wild, so he didn’t deliberately find opportunities to “coincidentally” with her, but practiced and studied seriously. During this period, she didn’t seem to come to him again.

Qingcheng wanted to talk, but couldn’t say it. When she looked at him, her eyes were suddenly red.

“What’s the matter?” He was startled.

“It’s okay.” She sniffed and squeezed out a smile, “Are you busy lately?”

“Ok.”

She walked side by side with him, walking slowly, and he walked slowly along with her.

Passing by a newly opened wonton shop, Super said: “Are you hungry, let’s have something to eat together?”

After the two of them sat down, Su Po explained, “Recently the school is rearranging “Bai Luo Shan” and I was chosen as the leading actor. The role is quite heavy.”

So, is it just busy? She looked at him.

“And…” He considered the following sentence, “I may not be able to chat with you like before, sorry…” In fact, he didn’t know why he had to apologize.

Qing Orange listened, her heart seemed to be caught by something, and she felt a little pain.

The wonton came up, but she didn’t have any appetite, so she barely ate one and put down the spoon.

“You mean… I can’t come to you in the future?”

Super didn’t know how to answer for a while, so he had to say something lighter: “I heard that the TV series is about to be staged.”

He did not answer her directly, does it mean acquiescence? Qingcheng only felt that his mind was blank.

“What TV show?”

“The Republican drama you played in before.”

“I have never acted in a TV series…”

Super was silent for a long time before he said apologetically: “I made a mistake, I’m sorry.”

In just ten minutes, he said “I’m sorry” to her twice.

Qingcheng lowered his head and thought: What can I do…

“Super, you are here! Teacher Li is looking for you everywhere.” A boy who had just entered the shop turned around and saw Super, suddenly rushed over, pulling him up and leaving.

“what’s up?”

“I don’t know, I’m very anxious.”

Super glanced at Qingcheng and was dragged away.

Qingcheng didn’t know how long she sat there, and when the setting sun finally collected the last light, her eyes dimmed with the sky.

13

Super didn’t expect to see his father again in that situation.

A cold corpse lay under the plain white cloth.

“Drunk and drowned.”

His mother had fainted, and he couldn’t shed half a tear when facing him. When he was young, all his memories of his father were drunk and smashed things. Now all his heartache is just not worth it for his mother.

After finishing all the procedures calmly, Super found a cemetery on the outskirts of the city according to his mother’s instructions and buried him. On the tombstone, Super only had the person’s name engraved.

From then on, he and his mother have nothing to do with this person.

By the time Super returned to school, the imperial concubine cherry tree was already full of flowers.