r18novel Chapter 157 You frowned
Chapter 157 You frowned
After finishing her meal, Song Huan stood up and pushed her chair back half an inch.
My stomach was still churning, but it wasn't the intense nausea anymore; it was a dull ache, like something was pressing down on it.
He was about to go back to his dorm and lie down for a while.
"Song Huan".
Someone shouted from behind.
He turned around.
Xiao Yunqing ran over from the cafeteria entrance, her steps hurried, her short hair fluttering in the wind.
I ran up to him, stopped, and took a breath.
He stretched out his hand, and in his palm lay two white pills, wrapped in tin foil, with small print on the side.
"Seasickness pills," she said. "I got them from someone else."
Song Huan glanced at the two pills, then looked at her.
Her face was still red, and she was still out of breath from running over.
"Don't you know you have to take seasickness medication before boarding?"
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
His mouth opened slightly, then closed again.
He clenched the medicine in his palm a little tighter, and the tin foil made a soft sound.
"Then...then you should accept it too." Her voice trailed off. "Anyway, it'll be more useful if you eat it."
Song Huan looked at her face.
She didn't look at him, but stared at the two pills in her palm.
He reached out, took the medicine, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Thank you."
She looked up and glanced at him.
That glance was quick, as if confirming something.
"Then you should get some rest," she said. "I'm leaving now."
He turned and left, walking slower than when he came.
He walked a few steps, didn't look back, turned the corner of the cafeteria, and disappeared.
Song Huan pressed down on her pocket to make sure the pills were still there.
She turned and walked towards the boys' dormitory.
Zhao Qihang had already opened the dormitory window.
The sea breeze blew in, carrying a salty taste, damp and cool.
The curtains were blown up, billowing like a sail, before falling back down.
The dormitory is small, with four bunk beds.
The bedding was uniformly white, neatly folded, and hadn't been touched much.
Song Huan walked to her bed, the lower bunk, by the window.
I sat down, and the wind blew right onto my face.
Zhao Qihang walked over and sat down next to him, the bed creaking.
"Are you feeling better?" He patted Song Huan on the shoulder.
Song Huan shook her head.
"I'm still a little dizzy."
He turned his head to look at the other side.
Chen Xu lay on the upper bunk, his clothes still on, his shoes neatly placed under the bed.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.
Zhao Qihang followed his gaze for a moment, then turned back.
"Then you should go to sleep early." He stood up, walked to the window, and placed his hand on the window frame. "Should I close the window a little? It's quite windy."
"No need," Song Huan said. "It's fine as it is."
Zhao Qihang nodded, pulled the curtains closer, and tucked them outside the window frame to prevent them from blowing in and hitting him in the face.
Then I went back to my bed, the top bunk, and the metal frame wobbled as I climbed up.
He didn't say anything, lay down, turned over, and faced the wall.
Song Huan lay on the bed with her hands behind her head.
The sea breeze blew in through the window, brushing against my face and lifting my bangs.
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The sea is blue, not a light blue, but a deep, rich blue.
There's a line in the distance, indistinguishable between the sky and the sea.
Sunlight peeked through the clouds, casting a shimmering, fragmented glow on the sea, like a handful of silver had been scattered across it.
Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.
He recalled this line of poetry.
At that time, he felt that the poem was too grandiose, with things like "feeding horses, chopping wood, and traveling the world," which had nothing to do with him.
Lying on this bed now, looking at this sea, I suddenly feel like I can understand it a little.
It's not about understanding the poem, but about understanding the person who wrote it.
The churning in my stomach hadn't completely stopped, but it wasn't as uncomfortable anymore.
He closed his eyes. The sea breeze was still blowing, and the curtains were flapping against the wall, creating a muffled sound.
After an unknown amount of time, someone shouted, "Gather up!" The voice came from downstairs, muffled by the wind.
Song Huan opened his eyes. The ceiling was still white, and the cracks were still there. He sat up, his head clearing up considerably.
Chen Xu across from him also woke up, climbed down from the upper bunk, and quickly put on his shoes.
Zhao Qihang was already standing at the door, his hair flattened on one side, as if he had just woken up from sleeping.
"Let's go, let's go," he waved, "there's a line downstairs."
Song Huan stood up and followed behind.
My legs were still a little weak when I went downstairs, but it was much better than in the morning.
Quite a few people were already standing on the playground. The sunlight was slanting in from the west, not so harsh anymore, and felt warm and pleasant.
Xiao Yunqing stood at the front of the line, holding a camera in her hand and hanging it around her neck.
Seeing him walk over, her gaze lingered on his face for a moment.
From the forehead to the chin, and then from the chin back to the eyes.
Song Huan stood next to her.
She didn't say anything and turned back.
But my shoulders relaxed a little, very lightly, like I breathed a sigh of relief.
The tour guide stood at the front of the group, holding a megaphone in one hand and pointing southeast with the other.
"Over there, do you see that? That little hill is the highest point on the island. If you climb up, you can see the entire sea."
The students followed her hand and looked over.
The hillside is not high, it is lush and green, and there is a flat area on top where you can vaguely see a few figures.
Some people started to get excited and whispered something.
The tour guide spoke again.
"The first ten people to climb to the top of the mountain today will have a barbecue by the sea tonight. The rest of the students will eat in the cafeteria."
This sentence is more useful than anything else.
Some people in the group started standing on their tiptoes, some clenched their fists, and some began to loosen their ankles.
Zhao Qihang's eyes lit up. "Barbecue? Or by the sea?"
He turned to look at Chen Xu, who didn't say anything but glanced at the hillside.
Zhao Qihang then looked at Song Huan and asked, "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Song Huan didn't have time to answer.
The speakers started playing.
The PE teacher carried a large speaker onto the steps, connected the wires, and handed the microphone to the grade leader.
The prefect took it, patted it twice, and said, "Hey, hey."
The playground fell silent.
"I have three points to make regarding the upcoming activities."
Some people sighed, and more than one.
The class monitor held up one finger.
"First, safety first. The path up the mountain isn't steep, but there are a lot of rocks. Make sure you step firmly before you fall."
Erect the second one.
"Second, do what you can. If you're not feeling well, don't push yourself. Tell your teacher and stay down the mountain to rest."
He glanced at Song Huan and Chen Xu.
Erect the third one.
"Third, unite and help each other. Those who arrive first should wait for those behind, and not just think about running themselves."
He lowered his hand and looked at the impatient faces below.
"Alright, let's begin."
The playground was silent for a second.
Then the crowd dispersed like a hornet's nest that had been poked.
Zhao Qihang was the first to rush out, taking long strides and running fast, his schoolbag bouncing on his back.
After running for about ten meters, he turned around and shouted, "Chen Xu, hurry up!" and then turned back to continue running.
Chen Xu followed behind, taking bigger strides, and soon overtook him.
Song Huan didn't run away.
He took two steps and tried it out.
My legs aren't weak anymore, but the slight tremor in my stomach is still there, like water that hasn't been completely poured out of a glass; it sways when I walk fast.
He slowed his pace and walked at his own rhythm.
Xiao Yunqing walked beside him.
The camera was hanging around his neck, one hand resting on it, the other hanging down.
The people in front have run far ahead.
Zhao Qihang had already reached the foot of the mountain, and Chen Xu was two steps ahead of him. The two of them ran uphill, one after the other.
Zhou Shan ran past, glanced back at Xiao Yunqing, and asked, "Yunqing, aren't you going to run?"
"I'll walk slowly," Xiao Yunqing said.
Zhou Shan didn't ask any more questions, glanced at Song Huan next to Xiao Yunqing, and ran away.
The people in front are getting further and further away.
Some people had already climbed halfway up the mountain, their red and blue clothes standing out against the green hillside.
The loudspeaker at the mountaintop blared, "The first place winner has arrived!"
The sound came down from above, muffled.
Second place!
"Third place!"
Xiao Yunqing didn't look up.
She walked beside Song Huan, her steps neither fast nor slow, stepping on the edge of his shadow.
Fourth place!
Fifth place!
Song Huan walked for a while, then stopped and took a breath.
The slight tremor in my stomach is still there, but it's much better than this morning.
He glanced at the mountaintop; the figures there looked as small as ants.
"Do you want to take a break?" Xiao Yunqing stood beside her, her hand resting on the camera.
"No need." He started walking again.
"Eighth place!"
"Ninth place!"
"We've reached number ten! All the barbecue spots are filled!"
A cheer came from the mountaintop, audible even from this distance.
Song Huan looked up.
Zhao Qihang probably didn't make it into the top ten, and neither did Chen Xu.
Both Chen Xu and himself were seasick, so it was a miracle they could even get up.
He continued walking forward.
His pace remained neither fast nor slow.
The hillside wasn't steep, and the road was a dirt road, a bit soft to the touch.
Low shrubs grew on both sides, their leaves glistening in the sun.
The sea breeze blew from the side, rustling the bushes.
After walking about halfway, someone ran down from the front.
They were also from Class 4, two boys, one fat and one thin.
The fat one ran ahead, his face flushed and his forehead covered in sweat.
"Song Huan! Class monitor!" he called out, then stopped, panting with his hands on his knees. "Why are you still down there? The view up there is amazing, you can see the whole sea! Lots of girls say it's beautiful. You brought your camera, you can go up and take some pictures."
The thinner one also stopped and stood to the side, hands on his hips.
"Yes, it's very beautiful. You should go up and take a look."
Xiao Yunqing glanced at Song Huan.
Song Huan didn't speak, just looked at the mountaintop.
The sunlight shone from the west, casting a long shadow on the ground.
His lips moved slightly, as if he was about to speak.
Xiao Yunqing turned back and smiled at the two boys.
"I'm a little tired, I'm not going to continue."
The fat one was taken aback for a moment, "Huh? We've already climbed halfway up."
"I'm really tired." Xiao Yunqing raised her camera and took a picture of the hillside. "We can just take a few pictures from down here."
The two boys exchanged a glance, said nothing, and ran away.
The sound of footsteps echoed on the dirt road, growing fainter and fainter.
Song Huan stood still.
The wind blew by, making his hair flutter.
He turned to look at Xiao Yunqing.
How do you know I don't really want to go?
Xiao Yunqing looked at him.
His eyes squinted slightly in the sunlight, but he didn't look away.
She raised her hand, made a fist, and gently tapped him on the head.
Not heavy, like knocking on a door, three times.
"Maybe I have superpowers."
She pulled her hand back and let it hang down.
[Song Huan, I saw you frown.]
The wind blew down the hillside, blowing her short hair onto her face.
She didn't dial; she just stood there, watching him.
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
It was a very brief moment, like being gently bumped by something.
It doesn't hurt, but it's a little itchy.
He looked away and turned to walk towards the roadside.
I found a rock and sat down.
The stone was warm from the sun, not hot.
Xiao Yunqing also sat down, sitting next to him.
The stone wasn't big, and the two people sat shoulder to shoulder.
She placed the camera on her lap, resting her hand on it, without raising it.
Below the hillside lies the sea. From here, the sea appears even wider, a greyish-blue expanse stretching to the horizon. In the distance, small, white ships move slowly, as if crawling across a canvas.
The sunlight hit the sea surface, breaking into tiny, dazzling pieces.
Xiao Yunqing watched for a while without saying anything.
The wind blew in from the sea, carrying a salty taste and a cool sensation.
The bushes rustled behind me, like someone was speaking softly.
She raised her camera and took a picture of the sea.
The shutter clicked, then faded away in the sea breeze.
Then he turned to face Song Huan.
In the viewfinder, he sits on a rock, his hands on his knees, looking into the distance.
The sunlight illuminated her profile, making her features very clear.
Her hair was blown by the wind, revealing her forehead.
He didn't have much of an expression, but he didn't look like he was spacing out; he looked like he was thinking about something.
She pressed the shutter button.
Click.
Song Huan turned to look at her.
She put the camera down and looked at the screen.
"You took pictures of me without my permission."
"I'm taking pictures of the scenery." She hung the camera back around her neck, her face completely calm. "Besides, I wouldn't even go up to take pictures for you, so what's wrong with taking some pictures of you?"
Song Huan had nothing to say and turned back to continue looking at the sea.
Xiao Yunqing also looked at the sea.
The two sat on a rock, shoulder to shoulder, as the wind blew back and forth.
After a long time, she said something.
The sound was very faint, and half of it was blown away by the wind.
"Wherever you are, that's where the scenery is..."