Sunlight streamed through the clear glass, illuminating Chu Anyu's face. She rested her cheek on one hand, her eyes fixed on the boy beside her—long eyelashes, a high nose, fair skin, and thick black hair. A touch of sadness tinged the warmth in her heart, making her look back… Two years
prior
, in the late summer of 2013, just as Chu Anyu was about to enter junior high, the teacher suddenly moved her seat to the left of Cen Wu, who sat not far away in the fourth row on the right. At first, Chu Anyu dared not say or do anything, because Cen Wu felt too oppressive, almost like a deity, constantly radiating light. His clean face and tidy desk gave Chu Anyu a good first impression. Chu Anyu whispered, "Please guide me in the future." But Cen Wu didn't respond, only looking up at the blackboard, oblivious to Chu Anyu's every move.
Cen Wu's studies were far superior to Chu Anyu's. Chu Anyu's math and English were not as good as Cen Wu's, but she almost always won first place in Chinese. Sports was one of Chu Anyu's favorite sports. She was the fastest girl in the preparatory (7) class, but she had poor endurance and often could not continue running due to lack of physical strength. However, she always gritted her teeth and persevered without telling anyone. Even when her period came, she still ran and did not care too much. There was only one girl that Chu Anyu cared about the most. That girl was named Qi Xuanhe. Chu Anyu often felt that Qi Xuanhe was as kind as her name suggested. She did not understand why the whole class disliked Qi Xuanhe. Anyway, Chu Anyu felt that as long as Qi Xuanhe was by her side, she would treat her well until they separated. She just did not expect it to happen so quickly. Not long after sitting with Cen Wu, bad news came about Qi Xuanhe. The story was as follows:
In a Chinese class, the preparatory (7) class was writing an essay. The topic of the essay was "My XXX". The teacher gave everyone a lecture first, and then let everyone start writing the essay. Unexpectedly, Qi Xuanhe actually wrote, "My Cen Wu." Qi Xuanhe, already disliked by the whole class, was mocked again because of this. No one would have noticed, but before lunch break, Qi Xuanhe and Chu Anyu went to the playground, leaned against the parallel bars, and quietly poured their hearts out to each other in the shade under the ginkgo trees. Chu Anyu knew Qi Xuanhe liked Cen Wu, but was too anxious to help. The cicadas in the trees chirped and chirped, echoing the girl's song: "A quiet summer, stars twinkling in the sky, a longing in my heart, a longing for your face." In the midst of this beautiful song, the singing girl left. She wasn't a local; in the prosperous area of Shanghai, she couldn't get into high school—a choice she had no choice in. So, the only person who would ride home with her after school was gone. Chu Anyu truly felt that no one in this class would ever understand her again. Therefore, Chu Anyu could no longer hide the loneliness in her heart. True friends are hard to find; not everyone has experienced this.
The first year of junior high, filled with tears and silent loneliness
, passed in the blink of an eye. Friends gone forever, time irretrievable. That year, Chu Anyu learned the meaning of hard work. She studied diligently, trying to forget who she was, what she wanted to do, and where she was going. She had a goal: to study hard. But more often than not, she had no goal at all, like a headless fly, unable to escape its cage no matter where it flew, contemplating her life in the darkness, and then waiting for death. "I want to be like a phoenix, no matter how many times I die, I can always rise from the ashes," Chu Anyu sighed, continuing, "Yes, how much effort does it take to be reborn!" She lamented, plunging back into her homework. Striving to be reborn—this was Chu Anyu's reason and motivation.
Time flew by, how many pages were torn from the calendar? The annual arts festival arrived, Cen Wu participated, and Chu Anyu waited for the performance of the 13th contestant, a performance that made her laugh. The host, holding a microphone, said, "Cen Wu from Class 7 of Grade 7 has come to our stage with his beloved saxophone." The familiar melody sounded particularly enchanting in the saxophone's unique tone. Chu Anyu couldn't help but sing along with the saxophone: "I often blame myself for not keeping you here. Why did we have to separate in the end when we were clearly in love? Are we always just lingering outside the door of our hearts? Who knew we would meet again in the sea of people? Fate always arranges things this way, leaving us helpless. These years have been neither good nor bad, but it seems like someone is missing. And I gradually understand that you are still my unchanging concern. How much love can be rekindled? How many people are willing to wait? When I learn to cherish and return, I wonder if that love will still be there..." Before the song was finished, tears welled up in his eyes. Chu Anyu quietly left the hall and ran to the women's restroom, splashing cold water hard on his face. The cold water made Chu Anyu's face, which had been flushed from holding it in for too long in the hall, slowly cool down and return to its original color. Before his face was even dry, Chu Anyu rushed back to the hall. Cen Wu's solo performance wasn't over yet, and Chu Anyu's freshly washed face was already streaked with tears again. He always cried the most when he heard the melody of "How Much Love Can Be Relived." After Cen Wu finished playing, carrying her large black case containing the saxophone, she sat down to the right of Chu Anyu's homeroom teacher in the front row, looking as triumphant as a general returning in high spirits.
In the blink of an eye, it's time for the song "Blue and White Porcelain" again: "The unglazed porcelain is outlined with blue and white strokes, thick and thin, the peony painted on the vase is like your first makeup, the rising sandalwood incense through the window reveals my heart's secrets, the brush on the rice paper stops halfway. The glaze renders the charm of the lady's painting, which is secretly kept, while your radiant smile is like a bud about to bloom, your beauty drifts away, to a place I cannot reach. The sky blue awaits the rain, and I am waiting for you, the smoke rises, across thousands of miles of river, I inscribe on the bottom of the vase in the elegant style of the previous dynasty, as if foreshadowing my meeting with you. The sky blue awaits the rain, and I am waiting for you, the moonlight is scooped up, blurring the ending. Like the timeless blue and white porcelain, beautiful in its own way, your eyes are smiling. The white and blue koi leaps at the bottom of the bowl, the inscription is copied in Song typeface." Yet I think of you, your secret hidden in the kiln for a thousand years, so delicate as a needle falling to the ground. The banana leaves outside the curtain attract the sudden rain, the door knocker attracts the verdigris, and I, passing through that Jiangnan town, attracted you. In the ink-wash landscape painting, you are hidden in the depths of the ink. The sky-blue awaits the misty rain, and I am waiting for you. Smoke rises gently, across thousands of miles of river, and on the bottom of the bottle, I inscribe the elegant style of the past dynasty, as if foreshadowing my meeting with you. The sky-blue awaits the misty rain, and I am waiting for you. The moonlight is scooped up, blurring the ending. Like a timeless blue-and-white porcelain, beautiful in its own right, your eyes hold a smile. This sorrowful song made Chu Anyu cry again, but she cried carefully, without making a sound, afraid that Cen Wu would discover her tears. When Cen Wu returned carrying her saxophone, the class monitor, sitting to Chu Anyu's left, told her, "Cen Wu, your deskmate is crying." Cen Wu turned around, just as Chu Anyu looked up at the boy singing "Blue and White Porcelain." Cen Wu saw Chu Anyu's teary eyes and felt a little worried and confused. Why was she crying at the music festival?
Cen Wu turned her head back. The homeroom teacher glanced at Chu Anyu and asked softly, "Chu Anyu, are you okay? Are you feeling down?" Chu Anyu shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
The sports festival drew closer with each passing day as Chu Anyu tore off pages from the calendar. Chu Anyu told herself that she had to do her best; this was her last semester here. Of course, no one knew this, because Chu Anyu felt she had no friends. She didn't have many friends she could laugh and talk with. Chu Anyu spent her days immersed in books, though she did talk most of the time. When she was in a bad mood, no one could comfort her. This is very much like Xia Qi. Xia Qi is a rather unique boy in the class; girls always surround him, teasing him for no reason, and he doesn't mind chasing after them and hitting them. Xia Qi is like a cat in summer, with soft black fur. Only his closest relatives can stroke the white fur on his belly. At other times, as soon as someone gets close, Xia Qi's ears perk up. His golden eyes against his black fur make him look like a witch's black cat. Chu Anyu sat with Xia Qi before Cen Wu, so she knew Xia Qi's strangeness. She knew Xia Qi was like a child, always protecting himself. Although he was fully armed, Xia Qi actually longed for someone who understood him to give him more love. This wasn't begging; it was about dignity. You can't do it willingly. If you come to him with a pitiful look, he will only give you a vicious scratch. Dignity cannot be insulted casually, especially Xia Qi's dignity.
The music teacher, who was also a counselor, assigned the entire first-year junior high school class to create a psychology-themed newsletter. Thus, that trip to the library became the only time Chu Anyu and Cen Wu met alone outside of school, a moment Chu Anyu felt she would never forget. That time at the library, they searched the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth floors, finding very few books on psychology. Initially, to avoid embarrassment, Chu Anyu ran very fast, quickly leaving Cen Wu far behind. Cen Wu, carrying a backpack, was too lazy to run and strolled slowly, her eyes following the gray figure. After a few turns, Chu Anyu disappeared. Chu Anyu slowly circled around, looking at the newspapers. After reading two weekly magazines, she picked up her accordion-style handbag, watched the tall figure with the sky-blue backpack, and chased after her. Although Cen Wu had long legs, Chu Anyu quickly caught up with her because Cen Wu had stopped to look for her. Chu Anyu walked behind Cen Wu and said, "Alright, I've had enough fun. Let's go find some books." Cen Wu followed Chu Anyu up several floors. In the end, Chu Anyu and Cen Wu spent less than an hour looking for books together before they parted ways.
These memories would be like stars in the sky, following Chu Anyu to the ends of the earth. meiwen.com.cn
"Your wedding dress burned the ends of the earth like fire, and from then on, the setting sun branded my eyes like cinnabar. They say your eyes bloom with peach blossoms that could topple empires, but how can they be gone in a single night of peach blossom rain?" Chu Anyu opened her lips and sang softly, her voice filled with sorrow, "You opened your lips as if to sing the lament of the Shang Xie, but what you said was that I wish to part from you!" Chu Anyu told me that she should sing more, because next year she would be transferring. There were reasons, but it was a choice she had no choice in, wasn't it?
That night, she said to me, "It's clearly autumn of this year, and I can hear it when autumn comes..." In her lost voice, no one understood better than me. At the next music festival, Cen Wu was to sing, and Chu Anyu had always wanted to hear her sing. But she would never hear it again. "
Saxophone-playing boy, please remain in my memory; saxophone-playing boy, please don't be sad. There is a girl named Chu Anyu, who will always love you, Cen Wu."
Cen Wu felt that no girl could rival Chu Anyu in terms of being "dumb." Such a simple problem, and Chu Anyu, who had driven her crazy trying to teach, still hadn't learned it—that was truly a skill!
Looking back, Cen Wu remembered that music festival, and just thinking about it made her angry! Did Chu Anyu even know how worried she was about her?! Why was she crying for no reason?! Cen Wu knew Chu Anyu was crying, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, she knew. She didn't know why, but she could hear it. Was it because her mother gave her such good hearing? A faint, nagging worry lingered; she couldn't let him not hear it.
This year's sports festival was a grand occasion, a day to win honor for the class! Cen Wu watched Chu Anyu win the women's 60-meter championship with great frustration. She was clearly much faster than Chu Anyu, but alas, she was a boy! The men's 60-meter race started. What? Chu Anyu actually cheered her on this time! What else could she say? First place! How come those boys are running so fast! Third! Sorry... Cen Wu avoided Chu Anyu's gaze but was surprised to find that Chu Anyu was already gone.
The women's 800-meter race started with the sound of the starting gun. Chu Anyu didn't get off to a good start, falling far behind the girls from Class 9 and unable to catch up. The girls from Class 9 kept stopping and starting in front of Chu Anyu. Cen Wu gritted her teeth; this was clearly an insult to Chu Anyu! Chu Anyu finished second, but she was the most out of breath. Then, without stopping, the women's 4x100 relay was about to begin! Wang Yu, who had just participated in the 800-meter race, was too exhausted to participate in the 4x100 relay. Chu Anyu was extremely anxious; how could they compete without a girl! Cen Wu asked Wang Yu to inform Chu Anyu that Xiao Tianhe would replace Wang Yu in the competition. As the competition approached, Cen Wu asked Chu Anyu how the team was doing. Chu Anyu replied that a hastily assembled team couldn't be very good.
However, Chu Anyu trusted Xiao Tianhe, whom Cen Wu had chosen, and said, "Anyway, Cen Wu, thanks." Cen Wu turned and smiled.
The new semester began; everyone was in the second year of junior high this year, and the farewell to the third year was still a long way off! Cen Wu looked amusedly at the empty seat beside her. "Late on the first day, let's see what you do now!" The homeroom teacher strode to the podium and said, "This semester, Chu Anyu has transferred. I hope everyone can still stay together and study hard." Cen Wu was stunned. Chu Anyu transferred?! The homeroom teacher turned and walked out of the classroom. Cen Wu rushed to the class monitor and asked, "Class monitor, what happened! Chu Anyu transferred? How come I didn't know!" Xia Qi, hands in her pockets, her expression as usual, said, "She didn't want you to know, so how would you know?" The class monitor said softly, "She told me not to tell you. Do you know what kind of girl Chu Anyu is?"
Cen Wu silently turned and walked back to her seat, quietly watching the sunlight streaming in through the window. As the sun set, the afterglow of the sunset shone on Cen Wu's face. Cen Wu walked to the riverbank, slowly sat down, tears sliding down her face. She was so quiet, just like Chu Anyu.
Chu Anyu, Chu Anyu, why did you leave so suddenly? I didn't even have time to tell you... I like you!
Author: Yu Die Xi Xiang.
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