Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 1 (37)
Xia Lin stopped and turned to look at him with a calm and peaceful expression: “Song Yan, considering our friendship of more than ten years, I want to tell you a few words from the bottom of my heart. I hope you can listen to me carefully. over.”
”…?” Although Song Yan was confused, he still nodded cooperatively.
”A few days ago, I spoke to you in a somewhat sharp manner. Looking back, I thought about it carefully. You are still young and it is normal to act impulsively without thinking…”2
Song Yan pursed his lips slightly, and that subtle feeling of being preached came back – Xia Lin was obviously a few months younger than him, but recently he always had the illusion that Xia Lin was standing on a high place looking down at him. , which made him very uncomfortable.
But in order not to interrupt Xia Lin, he forced himself to suppress this unpleasant feeling.
”…Since you have decided on this path,” Xia Lin’s voice continued, “You must have gone through some inner struggle. Maybe you like someone enough to muster up the courage to break the ethics of the world. …But Song Yan, the obstacles in the future are far more than these. The further forward, the more and more difficulties he will encounter.
”These problems will come from relatives, friends, colleagues, and society. If you just keep moving forward bravely and overcoming obstacles, in the end, you will find that you are unaccompanied and helpless, even the lover you want to protect. You can’t protect it. By that time, you want to turn back, but there is no way back.
”So Song Yan, starting now, you have to make yourself stronger. You have to learn to be forbearing, learn to be obscure, wrap your edges and corners, and hide your most cherished emotions until one day, you become You must be strong enough, strong enough to protect your love without relying on external forces, strong enough that those who stand on the moral high ground can do nothing to you no matter how much they dislike you, then you can unreservedly protect your love. Show it all and really be yourself. You… know what I mean?”7
Song Yan stared at Xia Lin for a long time.
Although he couldn’t fully understand what he just said, he could vaguely understand Xia Lin’s good intentions.
The orange streetlight shined from behind Xia Lin, casting a circle of soft warm light around him, polishing Xia Lin’s outline so flawlessly that Song Yan’s heartbeat was a little erratic as he looked at it.2
A vague thought suddenly came to his mind – even if this road was as difficult and dangerous as Xia Lin said, if it was Xia Lin… If the person next to him was Xia Lin, no matter how difficult it was, he would still be able to walk. There is nothing to fear.1
They have been inseparable with each other for more than ten years. It would be a great thing if they could continue to be inseparable with each other until they grow old.
Thinking like this, he couldn’t help blurting out: “Xia Lin, it’s not as good as us…”5
”That’s it for now,” Xia Lin suddenly ended the conversation, “This may be the last time I have such a long face-to-face conversation with you.”
Song Yan’s expression changed: “What do you mean?”
”I just received a notice from the class teacher in the morning. In order to improve the admission rate of our key undergraduate students this year, the school will transfer all of our students who are among the top 30 in the grade in the monthly exam and integrate them into a key class. So. , starting from tomorrow, we will no longer be in the same class, and there will probably be very few opportunities to meet each other in the future.”
Song Yan suddenly felt empty in his heart, but he was still struggling: “Just… even if we are not in the same class, we can still be the same as before…”
”Song Yan, from the moment you decided to take this path, we were destined not to get along like before. Tonight is my last advice to you. From now on, we will go our separate ways and take care of ourselves.”9
After Xia Lin finished speaking, before Song Yan could react, he got on his bicycle and left.
Song Yan wanted to call him out, but her throat was dry and she couldn’t make a sound.
He stood alone under the dim streetlight for a long time, and suddenly threw his beloved mountain bike heavily to the ground as if out of anger.5
”You’re the one who said people are divided into groups, and you’re the one who said everyone goes their own way. What the hell do you want me to do -!”
