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Gaoyuan returned home and saw Zhou Shu completely drunk on the sofa, reeking of alcohol. He sighed and walked over to help her up. "Mom, let me help you inside."
Zhou Shu opened her eyes, glanced at him, and smiled. "You're back."
"Yeah," Gaoyuan replied softly. He assisted Zhou Shu into the bedroom and helped her lie down.
He paused in front of the bedside table and glanced at the photo on it. In the picture was a girl wearing a yellow dress. The girl's features bore some resemblance to Li Wan. A complex emotion flickered in Gaoyuan's eyes. He placed the photo back in its original position and exited the room.
He walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and took a sip. The cold water soothed his throat a bit and calmed his emotions. He retrieved a pillbox and took a pill. His condition had already begun to flare up; he needed to take medication to manage it.
I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Grandma told me that my parents would be back next week to celebrate my birthday with me. Honestly, I had gotten used to it. Ever since I was little, it had always been Grandma who celebrated my birthday with me. My parents rarely came home.
I remember the longest time they were away, three years without coming back. I was still very young then, crying and throwing a tantrum to go find them. Grandma held me and told me, "Xiao Wan, you need to learn to be strong. You need to take care of yourself and not make them worry, okay?" I nodded, half-understanding.
From that moment on, I never cried to find my parents again. As I grew older, I gradually got used to it. I knew they were busy and had many things to do. I couldn't be a burden to them. But this time, I felt a bit resistant to their return. I didn't know why. Perhaps it was because I had gotten used to living alone.
Thinking of this made me sigh involuntarily. Just then, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw a message from Gaoyuan. He had added my number and then called me. After hesitating for a moment, I agreed.
As soon as he accepted my friend request, his message came through: "I'm sorry about that day." "I didn't recognize you." "Can we interact like we used to?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out the person he missed wasn't me after all. I replied: "Of course." "We are friends."
Gaoyuan hasn't replied again.
I put my phone down and stared at the ceiling.
Gaoyuan's face floated in my mind.
Who is the person he misses?
He must really like that girl, right?
...
On Monday, there was a grade assembly.
Gaoyuan went on stage as the student representative to give a speech.
Below, a group of girls went wild, clapping and screaming in excitement.
I lifted my head and looked at Gaoyuan on stage.
The sunlight shone on him, as if he were surrounded by a halo.
He looked so dazzling, so distant.
It felt as if there were a galaxy between us.
Suddenly, a wave of inexplicable sadness surged in my heart.
I didn't want him to be so radiant.
I didn't want him to feel so far away from me.
But I was also afraid of getting closer to him.
I feared he would discover that I am actually a selfish and despicable person.
I lowered my head, not daring to look at the person on stage anymore.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Qian suddenly asked, "Are you unhappy?"
I was taken aback for a moment and then shook my head: "No."
"You're lying," Zhang Qian said, "It's written all over your face that you're not happy."
I looked at her and forced a smile: "I'm fine."
"Oh." Zhang Qian replied, not asking any further questions. She looked at the person on stage, a flicker of complex emotions passing through her eyes.
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