Chapter 142： decayed flower

Chapter 142 The Decaying Flower

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Tang Wan is so young that she doesn't even know that people have a profound emotion called "love".

Family affection is what Tang Wan wants most at the moment, followed by the friendship between children.

As for love…

For Tang Wan, who is only six years old, it is really too far.

She can't understand love, but she can feel Si Huai's vitality like stagnant water.

Tang Wan was a little curious.

Who is Uncle Si Huai’s lover?

She must be a very good person to make Uncle Si Huai miss her so much.

Seeing that Si Huai didn't resist him, Lu Lin let go of his hand in disgust and looked at Si Huai with unconcealable contempt.

“Look at what you look like now, there is still a little bit of what you were like before.”

“You are the only one in the Si family, and Aunt Si has only one son.”

“How sad it should be for her to be like this.”

Si Enzhi never expected that Lu Lin, who had always been lawless, would say such a thing.

After all, in her eyes, children like Lu Lin are still very young.

But the years are growing silently.

I don’t know when, they suddenly became taller and grew up.

Si Enzhi looked at Si Huai who said nothing, with some pain in his beautiful eyes.

She knew that her son was actually just living by chance.

He hopes his lover is still alive.

So I tried my best to find traces of the child.

For more than two thousand days and nights, not only Si Huai suffered, Si Enzhi also suffered.

They look like they are whole, but in reality they are broken.

Tang Wan tilted his head, looked at Si Huai who had no light in his eyes, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

In the end, only Fu Wenzhi held Tang Wan's hand and put Tang Wan's cold little hand back into the quilt.

At some point a dark cloud passed outside the window, completely blocking the bright sunshine, making it so dense that it made people breathless.

The humid air is spreading, like a pain that has lasted for years, giving birth to pain that grows from the bone marrow.

In a daze, at this moment, Tang Wan suddenly understood the meaning of Si Huai's love.

If you have it, it is a complete soul and a complete life.

But if it is lost, it is extreme pain.

It is half a soul lost, it is the rest of life in pain.

He struggled day by day with the end in sight.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, Tang Wan and Si Huai were discharged together.

Si Huai looked like before again, pale all over, with no color on his face, and a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, which looked a little inhumane.

It seemed that the crazy Si Huai he saw before was not him.

Tang Wan just glanced at it and then looked away.

The soul that lost its lover is just hiding.

Hiding under this rotten body, wanting to drown.

The school attaches great importance to the Spring Flower Party and carefully chooses a day with the best weather.

Tang Wan calculated the time and found that there was still more than a month left until the official start.

There is plenty of time. Ji Helin on the side was a little curious about what Tang Wan was writing and stretched his neck to take a peek.

However, he had just made such an action when Tang Wan discovered him.

There was no anger on Tang Wan's face, but his black eyes kept looking at Ji Helin.

Ji Helin turned his head sarcastically and said stiffly: "If you don't want to watch it, I won't watch it. If you are stingy, please beg me to watch it, but I won't even watch it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his foot and kicked the stool at the table in front of Tang Wan. His tone was a little lazy: "Gong Xiao, where is my breakfast?"

Tang Wan didn't know what agreement they had reached. It seemed that after Gong Xiao came back to school, Ji Helin's attitude towards her became very bad.

Gong Xiao did not move, as if silently resisting.

Tang Wan looked at Ji Helin and frowned suddenly, looking particularly bored: "I'm talking to you!"

His voice became louder unconsciously.

The classmates in the class also subconsciously restrained their voices, for fear of causing Ji Helin's dissatisfaction.

Tang Wan saw Ji Helin kicking Gong Xiao's bench again, and reached out his hand to pat the back of Ji Helin's hand.

Ji Helin did not expect that his deskmate, who was unwilling to pay attention to him, would take the initiative to "call" him.

He was a little excited in his heart, but he was unwilling to lower his body too low, so he just lazily raised his eyelids and asked, "What are you doing?"

But if he had a tail behind him, he would probably be wagging it uncontrollably.

However, Tang Wan just held up a piece of white paper with slightly sharp writing on it.

[It’s time to go to class]

Ji Helin immediately understood what Tang Wan meant. He clicked his **** low voice, and then retracted his actions.

Finally, he came to Tang Wan in a humble manner, spread his hands and said, "I'm hungry."

Tang Wan took out a packet of biscuits from his schoolbag and put it into Ji Helin's hand.

She has two kinds of biscuits, one is made by herself for friends, and the other is bought for strangers.

In case someone was hungry, she bought biscuits and handed them to him.

She has always been like this, ready to help others, but also close to others.

Ji Helin didn't know this. He just shook the biscuit in his hand and looked at the logo that could be seen everywhere on the package. He felt a little irritated and said, "Why didn't you make it yourself?"

“Forget it, just accept it reluctantly.”

Perhaps this sentence would be more convincing if he didn't put down the biscuits without pausing.

Tang Wan didn't pay attention to Ji Helin's duplicity, and just watched the head teacher walk up to the stage.

For some reason, Tang Wan felt that the head teacher, who had always been unwilling to take care of anything, felt particularly burdened this time.

Even his steps became a little heavy.

He stood on the podium, his gray hair looking particularly vicissitudes of life.

The head teacher still subconsciously picked up the thermos cup on the desk and took a sip before speaking.

But for some reason, Tang Wan felt that his voice was still hoarse.

“Today is a practical class. We are going to visit the Martyrs Cemetery.”

“That is a special martyrs’ cemetery. Their appearance and information are hidden until they complete their mission.”

“In order to show respect for the martyrs, the school will prepare small white flowers and black clothes for all students. Please change your clothes in turn.”

At this point, Tang Wan saw the head teacher pause slightly, then lower his head and blink hard.

Tang Wan didn't know if she had seen it wrong. She seemed to see a trace of moisture in the class teacher's eyes.

A bit like tears.

But his movement was too fast, so Tang Wan didn't see it clearly.

The head teacher raised his head again, looking lazy again.

He looked at the dozen students present and said in a hoarse voice: "We will meet in the playground in half an hour."