Chapter 2420 - 2234: Blossoms on the Other Shore_9

Chapter 2420: Chapter 2234: Blossoms on the Other Shore_9

The joy mathematics brought extended into the afternoon until the moment I was tested on the 100-meter sprint, because at that moment I twisted my ankle. At the most painful point, a clear sound struck my ear, which frightened me so much I lost my wits, thinking it had broken, definitely broken. As I sat down by the track, I realized that on the other side a little girl had snapped her comb, making a cracking sound. Sitting on the track unable to move, it wasn’t just the usual kind of thinking—I thought I must be unlucky recently. The teacher announced a test the day after tomorrow, a 3000-meter run; I almost spat blood upon hearing that, but the teacher quickly turned back to me, saying of course you don’t need to run. Instantly, I was happy again, for the good, I watched my beloved horse after he ran. A few months later, surprisingly, he came running back with his kids in tow.

I think I’m a lucky genius, I really am a lucky genius, and also not a lucky genius—what a joke. At that time, wanting to find the school teacher was really too much. Christmas Eve was actually spent taking an exam. Sitting in the classroom working on the English test, I was wondering if someone at home would put all my hard efforts near the front door, wondering if my mom and dad might be thinking of coming back to see me, even just a glance would be nice. Would Santa Claus come down our chimney and hang my beloved toy above my bed? How much I wish I could live a normal happy life, yet everything is but a mirage, entirely out of reach. I wrote everything I thought of into English, later the teacher gave me trouble. On the way home, I saw ’Merry Christmas’ written everywhere, with thousands of kids running wild in the streets. Every driver slowed down with a smile, kids all dressed thickly like plump snowmen.

On the street, I saw those kids with their parents holding hands, going in circles in Guangzhou at that moment, and I was truly envious. I also wished my mom and dad could be beside me holding my hand, how happy I would be! Downstairs from my home, I saw a man clumsily hanging a little Angel on the Christmas tree. After he finished, I noticed he tied the string around the little Angel’s neck, clearly not moving, because I wanted to hurry home. On Christmas Eve, I slept soundly because I believed Santa Claus would succeed, he would climb in through the chimney; I even opened a window just in case. At that time, I discovered a big box at the end of my bed, beautifully wrapped. So I took it, wondering if it was what I’ve been longing for? It turned out, upon opening, three thick test banks heavy enough to crush someone fell out, shocking me. I only stayed angry for the morning, as I stood in front of Jiuding Department Store, eating exactly three buckets of ice cream totaling 1.5 kilograms. After finishing, my mood improved, I patted my butt and left, somebody once said to drown sorrow in food.

When I got home, I saw the gift my grandpa bought for me, the one I wanted most right beside my desk. That moment, when December of that year was ending, I was so moved. I thought of how I must not catch a cold, I absolutely had to go out with grandpa to walk around the street, spend a happy and joyful new year with him. But I inevitably caught a cold, I should’ve worn more clothes, thicker, and thicker still to never catch a cold, so I could forever accompany grandpa. But I know with every passing moment, I’ve realized everything has changed.

During my school days, all my classmates and I repeatedly went through breakups, then taking sleeping pills. What I didn’t realize is that after my classmate’s breakup, he took them one by one, whereas now he takes them by the handful. I once collected them all, and he didn’t resist, only wandering each night with a cup of coffee in the living room like a depressed lion, the sound of his footsteps echoing endlessly. Eventually, I returned all the pills to him, feeling at that moment as if I handed a rope to someone wanting to hang himself. His work is truly sorrowful, relying solely on his efforts to reach the final step and finding nothing in the end. At 18 years old, an air disaster suddenly dumped a massive insurance payout and immense wealth on him, instantly making him a child both enviable and pitiable. He doesn’t need my pity; it’s his most frequent statement. He’s now about my age, with some calling him a pioneer poet; he already has a life of his own. He is considered somewhat lucky because he has enough money to squander throughout life, while I’m just an ordinary person. I can only rely on my own efforts to become like this. Since my parents are not around, they cannot offer me any love or help. My parents never thought to accompany me, which truly defines life—the most painful truth. Again and again, I ponder how exactly I should act to restore everything to its original reason. But there’s simply no way, regardless of how much I sacrifice, and no matter what ending I ultimately face, it’s not what I want at all, because it will never turn into what I truly desire. Even if I give everything, what will it amount to?