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( RPS fanfiction ) Crossing Over That Mountain
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Kim Seongmin unconsciously rushed to the person surrounded in the middle. Perhaps due to being too eager, he didn't control his speed and bumped straight into the person's arms, hitting his head on the other's shoulder.
Before he could react, Kim Seongmin was pulled out from the embrace by more than one force, standing awkwardly with his head down in the sunlight, waiting for the next judgment.
"Seongmin, why are you being so reckless! Don't hurt Teacher Han......"
"That's right, instead of helping your mom with chores, why are you here causing trouble..."
"Hurry up and apologize, don't delay Teacher Han's next arrangements......"
Kim Seongmin waited in silence for these unrelated villagers, not sure whether to call them aunt or uncle, to finish their chatter before slowly looking towards the person at the center of the crowd, moving his lips a few times.
"I'm sorry..."
A very soft sound, easily drowned out by the surrounding noise if not listened to carefully.
"It's okay..."
At the sound of Teacher Han's voice, Kim Seongmin turned and ran, tears falling with the wind around him. Behind him, the people of village criticized him and comforted the voice called "Teacher Han."
The sunshine is just right, a welcome change from the continuous rainy days recently. Today is a rare sunny day, making everyone who passes by involuntarily smile. Kim Seongmin, however, feels that it has been raining all day, especially hard today.
Before the rain started, the aunties at the village committee were already talking about the upcoming visit from college student teachers for a teaching support program. Anyone passing by the village committee could hear the loudspeaker reminding every household to pay attention to their appearance. They even took out a dark red banner that had been collecting dust for who knows how many years, and found a "knowledgeable" teacher from the village to write a blessing, boldly hanging it outside the door.
Kim Seongmin went to the small store to buy things, inevitably passing by the village committee. He had heard the same words so many times that he could almost recite them by heart, but he chose to ignore them. He didn't care who this so-called teacher was, as it had nothing to do with his life and wouldn't bring him anything practical.
All he wanted to do was live his own life; nothing else mattered.
Regret. Kim Seongmin returned home, leaned against the back door, and gasped for breath, reflecting on his impulsive behavior just now.
But it was only after finishing weeding by the field and walking home that he saw a person surrounded, clearly knowing it was the one that everyone was curious about, Teacher Han, with whom he had no connection. Yet, he felt an inexplicable impulse to run over and see what he looked like.
Disappointment is embarrassing again. Kim Seongmin didn't even expect his own emotions in those few seconds. When he collided into the other person's arms, he had the thought of not wanting to open his eyes again.
Kim Seongmin can afford to lose face, but his family can't afford to lose face.
"Seongmin......"
Upon hearing his mother's voice, Kim Seongmin hastily wiped away the remaining tears on his face, forced a smile, and turned around.
"Mom, I'm back..."
Xia Zhiruo stared at Kim Seongmin with a probing look, but let him lead her to the table and sit down. When Kim Seongmin tried to go to the kitchen, she grabbed his hand.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Kim Seongmin avoided eye contact with Xia Zhiruo and sat obediently next to his mother, keeping his head down and speaking in a timid voice due to guilt.
"What were you doing outside just now?"
Xia Zhiruo smoothed out the wrinkles on Kim Seongmin's sleeve, lifted the child's face, and calmly asked.
"I just went to the field to weed, and then... and then I came back..."
Kim Seongmin's eyes were unfocused, subconsciously pursing his lips, hesitantly reporting his movements to his mother, also concealing the unpleasant farce just now.
"Why are you crying? Is it because you're thinking of that kid?"
Xia Zhiruo let go of his hand, his face stiffened, completely different from his previous calm demeanor, and his words struck Kim Seongmin like a whip.
"I... I'm sorry..."
Kim Seongmin tried to explain, but seeing the look of disappointment on his mother's face, he swallowed his retort and offered a sincere apology with lowered eyes.
Mother didn't say anything wrong. Kim Seongmin remembered that person.
"Why do you miss him! If you want to live your life, stop thinking about this and that, stop crying, and stop making a fool of yourself... You... *cough*..."
Xia Zhiruo as expected, just like before, she lectured Kim Seongmin from head to toe, and when she got excited, she started coughing. This scared Kim Seongmin and he quickly stood up to pat her back, speaking in line with his mother's wishes.
"Mom, I was wrong. I won't have wild thoughts in the future. Don't be angry. Your health is the most important..."
Kim Seongmin felt the tears welling up in his eyes, sniffed, and his voice became more pleading, almost as if he was about to kneel in front of his mother.
Xia Zhiruo doesn't like Kim Seongmin mentioning that person, and doesn't let him think about that person. A slight move affects the whole body, so Kim Seongmin hasn't mentioned that person in front of his mother for a long time.
Mother is right, life goes on, he needs to look forward. Today was just an accident.
After helping his mother to rest in the room, before returning to his room, Kim Seongmin looked at the slightly new white paint on the grayish white wall. Faintly, he could still see the shape of a door. Unlike usual, this time he reached out and touched the wall, looking at the red string bracelet on his left hand, and smiled helplessly.
Bro, I thought it was you who came back.
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