Summer Green Apples

Ji Feiran was bewildered. "Is this fate?"

"This is it," Ji Xiwen said.

Ji Feiran still didn't understand.

His greatest skill is pretending to know what he doesn't. He very naturally opens his schoolbag, takes out math test questions, and changes the subject, saying, "The teacher assigns two homework sheets a day, and we only don't have to do them on weekends."

Ji Xiwen took the test questions from him, flipped through them, and said, "You can start writing now. Ask me if you don't know how to do any of the questions."

"Okay." Ji Feiran nodded.

Ji Xiwen confidently picked up a Ming and Qing dynasty novel, but after reading only two lines, the person next to her stammered, "Sister... I don't know the first question."

His voice was barely audible, and he looked embarrassed.

Ji Xiwen closed the book. "Let me take a look."

It was actually a very simple question. Ji Xiwen explained it to her in a gentle voice, and finally asked, "Do you understand?"

Ji Feiran scratched his head, "...I...I still don't quite understand."

Ji Xiwen: "..."

She had only heard Mingying complain about Ji Feiran's poor grades before, which were basically at the bottom of the class. This was the first time she had personally understood why his grades were so bad.

Ji Feiran can't be said to be too stupid, but his mind is not on studying at all. He doesn't know many knowledge points and hasn't laid a good foundation.

She patiently found Ji Feiran's math textbook, started explaining from the textbook, and then connected it to the problems, explaining it again. "And now?"

"I understand!"

Ji Feiran looked at her with bright eyes, her admiration undisguised. "Sister, you're amazing! You're even more amazing than Sister Xiao Chu! No, you're more amazing than everyone I've ever met!"

Ji Xiwen looked at him.

She suddenly realized that her previous resentment towards Ji Feiran was actually unnecessary.

He was just a child; he didn't understand anything.

His world is straightforward, simple, and happy; he only thinks about eating, drinking, and having fun every day.

Perhaps he knew, but he simply didn't want to think about it. After all, he was a beneficiary of the system, and why should someone who benefits from the system bother to consider another person's situation?

"So you're planning to forgive him?"

Chi Sui was sitting in the card room playing cards with a few friends when he received a call from Ji Xiwen while wearing headphones.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the chess and card room. Cui Kai was racking his brains to think about his next move, He Ran was sitting with his legs crossed, looking confident of victory, Li Junyu was standing in front of the karaoke machine selecting songs, and Xu Jiyang was sitting to Chi Sui's left, sucking on a milk tea straw.

"No." Ji Xiwen sat on a small stool by the door, holding a blade of grass in her hand. "I just felt it was unnecessary."

Chi Sui's headphones had excellent sound quality; even his breathing could be heard steadily from Ji Xiwen's phone, giving Ji Xiwen the feeling that he was standing right next to her.

Ji Xiwen flicked the foxtail grass, "There's no need to hate him or resent him. If we had grown up together from the beginning, our relationship might have been much better... But in reality, there are no 'what ifs.' We were destined to be apart."

After all, Ji Feiran was just a little spoiled, including her previous dislike of her grandmother's dirty hands.

Luo Meixia's fingernails always had black dirt under them. Ji Xiwen, Ji Mingli, and Ji Mingqiang were already used to it. It was understandable that Ji Feiran, a child who grew up in the capital, wouldn't accept it, since he accepted it but didn't eat it.

Many things are destined to happen but not to be.

Chi then played a card and said, "Indeed, resentment and hatred are both energy-consuming."

"right."

Ji Xiwen smiled.

She looked up at the orange-yellow sunset on the horizon, round like a glistening egg yolk. The clouds were dyed in shades of red, yellow, and purple. In the distance, the rolling mountains were just silhouettes, and the towering trees were tall and lush.

The foxtail grass swayed in mid-air.

She said softly, "Actually, I don't know how to treat him. If he were a little worse, I wouldn't have to hesitate."

But he wasn't a bad kid; he was just a spoiled child, a kid who knew exactly what he wanted and what he didn't want.

Chi Sui put his earphones in and said, "Let's just let things take their course. Anyway, you won't have much contact with him in the future."