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Chapter 228 My name is Jiang Xia, and I bid farewell to summer.

When Jiang Xia filmed this video, Lin Mo thought it was just something she said casually, but he never expected the boomerang to come back in this way.

Unfortunately, she spoke of parting so subtly that I didn't understand her underlying meaning at the time.

He bought the flowers on a shopping website; a bunch of white chrysanthemums that would bloom for three months and never wither.

He spotted it in his car this morning. Although it's not immortal, it does have some special effects, maintaining its flowering period for three months, which is quite impressive.

She had asked him to bring her a bouquet of flowers when they met again, and this was quite fitting. He didn't know if it was fate helping him or if the big data system was too powerful, able to even monitor his thoughts on shopping pages. The flowers were indeed appropriate.

Lin Mo opened the umbrella, took out the second letter from her school uniform pocket yesterday, looked at it again and again, and then carefully put it back in the envelope, afraid that it would get wet in the rain.

Friends from afar
Seeing this letter is like seeing the person in person; opening the letter brings a smile to my face.

Lately, I've been feeling increasingly heavy-hearted, and I feel like my time might be running out. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to write you another letter. After all, you're my dearest deskmate, and I even get to write you one more handwritten letter than everyone else. Aren't you touched? Haha!

I recently saw you on my phone, driving an excavator to rescue people. You were so cool! No wonder you're my best deskmate.

Although you've changed a lot, I still recognized you at a glance. They say girls change a lot as they grow up and become more and more beautiful. I never expected that a boy like you would have such potential. Not bad, as expected, I have good taste. I saw that you were a potential star back in high school.

Seeing how handsome you are now makes me really happy. You'll never lack for a wife in the future. I wonder how many girlfriends you had in college. But seeing how much of a jerk you look now, I still feel a little awkward. Don't try to pull that fish-raising trick on me, or if I find out, watch out for your dog head in your dreams tonight.

Maybe I really don't have much time left. Lately, when I'm alone and lost in thought, I often think about our high school days, especially in the days leading up to graduation.

The place that used to be so lively is now as clean as if we had never been there, after you all packed up and left.

From the hello we exchanged when we first met in our first year of high school to the goodbye we had on the last day of our senior year, it all feels like yesterday.

On that sweltering afternoon, I secretly took a nap on my desk while the Chinese teacher wasn't looking. When I woke up, I saw everyone chattering and doing their own things. I thought it was just an ordinary afternoon, and that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that would be the same afternoon. It wasn't until you all cleared everything out that I realized that this kind of scene would never happen again.

The quiet of this classroom swallowed up all the laughter and conversations of the past three years; the next time it opens, it will tell the story of another group of people.

While writing this letter, I sat quietly by myself for a long time, thinking about many things, and then I lowered my head and tears fell.

Thinking back, I used to be a person with boundless energy, but these past few years have changed me beyond recognition. Illness and inner pressure make me feel suffocated. I am not afraid of death because I have relatives on both sides. Those relatives who have reached the other side first may be in the courtyard where ginkgo leaves are falling, continuing to drink the tea they did not finish.

Every moment I spend on this shore carrying a lantern will become a gift to be exchanged when we meet again.

Remember to eat the candy I left for you; it has a rainbow inside. You must be a senior in college now. I believe you will definitely achieve great things in the future. Remember, testing jade requires three days of burning, and discerning talent requires seven years of waiting. In my heart, you are the most perfect one.

Lin Mo, do you know, when a young person falls in love, all they see is the white of falling snow, as if a dull valley has suddenly opened up, and the distant wind blows in relentlessly. What I want to say is, for me, you are not the sweet love in novels, you are a natural disaster for me!
You don't need to overthink this, nor do you need to feel sorry for me. Sleep is a trial package for death, allowing unlimited repetitions, and I chose to buy it directly.

Don't be resentful because the ending doesn't match the process. Accept the fact that everyone will leave. Don't be afraid of separation. We must allow some people to appear in our lives temporarily.

I've visited many temples to pray to the Bodhisattva for blessings, but the divination results never brought me any life, so I've come to accept it.

If we meet in this life, we must owe each other something. If we didn't owe each other in the past life, we won't meet in this life. Life is always like this. Mountains rush towards mountains, and people rush towards people. Many questions have no answers, and many things have no results. Moving forward with regrets is our compulsory course.

I took your school uniform; it went with me to many places. I was originally planning to keep it for myself, but I thought I'd give it back to you. Don't mind, I washed it.

So Lin Mo, you need to know that heaven doesn't give second chances, and time doesn't stand still. If you meet a girl you like in the future, don't always say "wait for another chance." Next time, you should say, "Let's go on a date tomorrow, Friday night for hot pot. I'll be waiting for you downstairs in three minutes." And now—I like you, just this time, just today, right now!

I almost contacted you when I saw your message online, but I managed to hold back. I'm so glad I didn't bother you. Look, it's getting dark. I've made it through another day. Aren't I great?

Come back soon. I want to die while you're all back in our hometown, even if I don't see you.

Who am I again? Oh, I remember now, my name is Jiang Xia, Xia as in bidding farewell to summer!

The letter did not end with a formal farewell, and the handwriting was much more illegible than the first one, perhaps because she really didn't have much strength left at that time.

He read the letter countless times last night, and every time he read it, he could imagine the effort Jiang Xia put into writing it to him.

Holding the umbrella, Lin Mo's fingers turned white as he gripped the envelope. A heavy weight seemed to weigh on his heart, making it hard to breathe. Just then, someone patted his shoulder from behind. Before he could turn around, Wan Chunlong stepped forward and stood beside him, saying, "I saw your car downstairs earlier. I knew you were here too. You're here so early. No wonder we're deskmates."

"Why are you here?" Lin Mo turned his head and asked casually.

Wan Chunlong waved the letter in his hand at him and laughed, "It's not just me, is it?"

After saying that, he turned slightly to the side. Not far behind them were four other people, three girls and one boy. It was their homeroom teacher, Qin Wei, leading three girls from the class who were close to Jiang Xia as they slowly walked over.

“Last night, one of you asked me where Jiang Xia’s grave was, and I knew you would come. I was right.”

"I didn't invite everyone to the group. Those who are interested will come and take a look. It's just the few of us, which is fine too. After all, you only have a few truly close friends, right?" Class teacher Qin Wei said with a smile to the group.

Lin Mo did ask his homeroom teacher about the exact location last night, but he didn't expect that he wasn't the only one with this idea.

The group of people who came all brought something. Wan Chunlong brought drinks and alcohol, the girls brought small cakes, milk tea, and small jewelry, and the homeroom teacher, Teacher Qin, brought a bag of paper money and incense.

Everyone laid out their belongings. The three girls, Han Xue, Wang Shanshan, and Li Yao, who were the class representatives for Chinese, were whispering to Jiang Xia's tombstone with red eyes.

Class teacher Qin Wei burned paper money. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy. Lin Mo put his umbrella over to shield Qin Wei from the rain, and the group lit incense sticks.

"Come on, come on, Wan Chunlong brought drinks and alcohol. Lin Mo and I drove here. Have some drinks, you four can do as you please. Let's all have a drink with Jiang Xia," said Qin Wei, the homeroom teacher.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, and this time even the three girls each carried a bottle of beer.

Class teacher: "I'll go first, to toast yesterday!"

Wan Chunlong: Respect for the Ordinary

Han Xue: "Put it down!"

Wang Shanshan: Respect for Giving

Li Yao: Respect for Freedom

Lin Mo: "I revered life by kissing me with pain."

After everyone finished speaking, they exchanged smiles, gestured towards Jiang Xia's tombstone, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

Just then, Wan Chunlong took out cigarettes and offered one to the homeroom teacher, then handed another to him with a smile, saying, "I know you don't smoke, but I think you probably need it more than I do right now. Have one!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo smiled, then took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. Lao Wan then handed him a lit lighter.

With a hissing sound from the burning cigarette, a wisp of smoke rose from around the three men and slowly dissipated above their heads.

"cough cough"

Lin Mo coughed repeatedly, his face contorted in pain.

Upon seeing this, a smile involuntarily appeared on the faces of the group.

Lin Mo shook his head and took another puff, suppressing his discomfort and not coughing, as if he had truly felt a little better.

That's it
When I was a child, I secretly tasted an adult's cigarette, frowned, and then handed it to myself from a distance.

　Okay, that's the end of the drama. Some people are asking what the point of this is. Maybe it's a turning point in Lin Mo's character, and a prelude to the romance between the male and female leads.

　　Of course, those who know me well should know that I am very good at writing this kind of plot, probably because of my own experience, and it can also be considered as adding my own personal touches.

　　Because there will always be some regrets that we can't forget.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)