mc-med Chapter 267 I Like You
Chapter 267 I Like You
Song Huan is gone.
The dormitory fell silent, cold and deserted.
One was making the bed, another was organizing the wardrobe, and Zhou Yutong was on the balcony making a phone call, her voice very low, so it was hard to hear what she was saying.
The three girls remained silent, each busy with their own tasks.
Xiao Yunqing lay on the bed, facing the wall, with the blanket pulled up to her chin.
She looked at the wall; it was white and there was nothing there.
She thought of Jiangcheng.
I think of the living room at home, the sound of my mother cooking in the kitchen, and my father sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
I remember that road I've walked countless times, the streetlights casting a dim, yellowish glow, my shadow trailing on the ground, leaning together.
I also thought of him.
He always walked on her left, hands in his pockets, slowly.
She quickened her pace by two steps, and he quickened his pace by two steps as well.
She slowed down, and he slowed down too.
He would never walk ahead of her.
Her nose suddenly stung, and her eyes welled up with tears.
She wiped it with the back of her hand, then wiped it again.
She sat up, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked out of the dormitory.
The corridor was long, and the lights were on, casting a pale, harsh light on the floor.
She walked to the corner of the stairs, where there were few people, only a window, and it was pitch black outside.
She took out her phone, found that familiar number, and dialed it.
The phone rang twice, then I answered it.
"What's wrong?"
Song Huan's voice came through the microphone; he sounded a little breathless, as if he were walking.
Xiao Yunqing didn't speak, but tears fell from her eyes.
She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.
"Little Cloud?" His voice changed. "What's wrong?"
She sniffed, her voice muffled, "Huanhuan, I miss home."
He didn't speak.
"I miss Jiangcheng, I miss my mom, I miss my dad, I miss..."
She paused, and her voice became even softer.
"I want to go back. I don't want to be here anymore. I regret it. I shouldn't have come to this school. I want to go to Nanjing University."
Xiao Yunqing cried.
She cried so hard she couldn't speak; her voice was broken and intermittent, like a thread blown away by the wind.
He listened quietly without interrupting her.
She cried for a long time, until she was too tired to continue, and then she sniffled.
Why aren't you saying anything?
"I'm listening," he said.
She cried again.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Song Huan asked, "Where are you now?"
"Dormitory hallway".
"Go downstairs."
She was stunned for a moment. "What?"
"Go downstairs."
The phone hangs up.
Xiao Yunqing stared at her phone screen, momentarily stunned.
She turned and ran downstairs, her footsteps echoing in the stairwell, as motion-activated lights illuminated each floor one by one.
When Xiao Yunqing ran downstairs, she was stunned.
Song Huan stood under the streetlight in front of the girls' dormitory, holding something furry in her hand.
It's a doll.
A little bear, brown, with a round belly, black eyes, and a small bow tie around its neck.
Xiao Yunqing was stunned. "Didn't you leave?"
She walked up to him.
Song Huan handed over the teddy bear. "I saw it at the school gate and thought it was quite cute, so I thought I'd give it to you. It'll be perfect for protecting your teddy bear."
Xiao Yunqing took the teddy bear and hugged it in her arms; it was soft and fluffy.
Many years ago, he also gave away a teddy bear.
Although it's outdated now, Xiao Yunqing has never lost it.
She lowered her head, buried her face in the bear's belly, and rubbed against it.
My thoughts drifted over from her, softly, as if afraid of being overheard.
[Fool.]
[The school gate is so far away.]
[Did you go there specifically to buy it?]
[And what's with the excuse of just passing by?]
[snort.]
She looked up at him, her eyes and nose red.
How did you know I would come down?
Song Huan put her hands back in her pockets. "I don't know."
He smiled slightly. "But I'm afraid you'll miss me."
"Who misses you!"
Xiao Yunqing glared at him, but couldn't help but laugh.
She lowered her head and looked at the little bear in her arms.
The little bear's eyes are black and bright, like two black grapes.
She pinched its belly; it was soft.
Song Huan suddenly said, "This doll has a mechanism; press it and it will talk."
Xiao Yunqing paused for a moment, found the button on the bear's belly, and was about to press it.
Song Huan quickly stopped her, "Press it after I leave."
Xiao Yunqing looked at him.
Why?
"You'll see when you press it."
He turned and walked away, but after a couple of steps, he turned back and said, "Remember to go to bed early, don't stay up late, and call me if you need anything."
he's gone.
It went further and further away, around the street corner, and disappeared.
Xiao Yunqing stood there, hugging the teddy bear, watching the direction he had disappeared in.
After standing for a while, I looked down, found the button on my stomach, and pressed it.
The little bear made a sound, innocent and soft, like a child learning to speak.
I like you.
Her fingers paused for a moment.
I pressed it again.
I like you.
Press it again.
I like you.
She stood under the streetlight, pressing the button again and again.
The little bear repeated it over and over again.
The wind blew, blowing her hair onto her face.
She hugged the teddy bear and cried.
……
After leaving Donghai University, Song Huan stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi.
"Go to Nanjiang University."
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas.
The two schools are not far apart, and we arrived in no time.
Song Huan got off the bus at the school gate, bought a quilt and a pillow at a nearby shop, rolled up the quilt and stuffed it into a woven bag, and tucked the pillow under her arm.
He carried all these things back to the dormitory building by himself.
He's not Xiao Yunqing, so he doesn't have any kind-hearted seniors who would help him move things.
He carried a woven bag and a pillow, climbing up one floor after another.
Fourth floor.
He took a breath and found the door number.
G3, 409.
He pushed open the door.
There are already three people in the dormitory.
One was making the bed, one was wiping the table, and one was hanging clothes to dry on the balcony.
All three of them turned to look at him at the same time.
Song Huan stood at the door, holding a quilt in her arms, a pillow under her arm, and a bag on her back.
He smiled.
"Hello everyone, I'm the fourth one."
All three of them laughed.
Song Huan put down her luggage, took out a plastic bag from her bag, which contained cigarettes and chewing gum, all of which she had bought at the school gate.
He took out a cigarette and handed it to the person making the bed.
"Want a smoke?" the man asked, taking the cigarette.
"Thanks." He pulled out another one and handed it to the person who was playing on their phone.
"I don't smoke." The man waved his hand.
Song Huan didn't insist. She took out a box of chewing gum from the bag and handed it over.
"Then eat this."
The man took it, peeled off a piece, and put it in his mouth.
The man who was on the phone by the window also hung up and came over. Song Huan offered him another cigarette, which he took and tucked behind his ear.
Seeing how polite Song Huan was, the group introduced themselves to each other.
The man making the bed was named Zhang Yang. He was from Northeast China, very tall, and spoke with a strong Northeastern accent.
The guy playing on his phone is Liu Yu, from this province, thin, and wearing black-rimmed glasses.
The person making the call was named Shen Yan, from Shanghai. He was tall and handsome, probably a once-in-a-century handsome guy in the computer science department.
Song Huan also introduced herself; she was from Jiangcheng.
"Let's go, let's go take a look at the school." Zhang Yang put on his shoes and patted his pants.
Liu Yu put his phone in his pocket and stood up.
Shen Yan also put on her shoes.
The four of them hit it off immediately and left the dormitory.
The hallway was long, and the lights were on, casting a pale, harsh light on the floor.
Zhang Yang walked ahead, taking large strides.
Liu Yu followed behind, looking down at his phone.
Zhang Yang was chatting with Song Huan, asking him if Jiangcheng was near the sea and if seafood was cheap.
Song Huan replied in a disjointed manner.
Stepping out of the dormitory building, I saw sycamore trees, tree-lined paths, and streetlights lighting up one by one, with a touch of orange-red on the horizon.
He followed behind the three people, walking slowly.
A cool breeze blew by.
He took a deep breath.
Nanjiang University, here I come!