The clear ringing of the bell surrounded the campus. It was Dazhong's 19th High School, an ordinary high school.
The young men and women walked together on the stone road, and every laugh clearly revealed their contentment. When the young men and women talked about a strange murder that happened in recent months, there was only a long silence. Most of them did not know Li Yinwu, but they still felt sad for a strange classmate. She was a young girl, full of vigor and vitality. No one had the right to deprive her of her happiness and the right to live. However, because of some unknown reason and unknown method, she was killed. Every clear scratch was clearly engraved in their hearts. They felt pity or sorrow for Li Yin.
This was the umpteenth time Li Yinwu had been in such a daze after her death. She would occasionally look to the right, and when she thought of that figure from the past, tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes, and her smile from before was gone. Her long double-tailed braids were a little messy, and she had already lost interest in tidying her hair. Seto Mifan's good friend, Li Yinwu, suddenly left her overnight, and she was unable to do anything for her good friend.
" Seto-san, please wait!"
Around the corner, Noda Mitsuya, the class monitor of Class 8 of the 19th Senior High School of Dazhong High School, had a handsome and sunny face that showed his maturity and steadiness. His white collar was straightened up, and he looked much more dry. He had brown hair and black eyes. His right hand was on his backpack on the right as he jogged over.
Seto Miho suddenly turned around and stood where she was. She didn't know which part of her tears were suitable to evaporate, and her hair that wasn't tied up was blown up by the wind...
" Oh, I've placed Student Li's belongings on her desk. I'll have to trouble Student Seto to help me pack them up as soon as possible. The form teacher has already ordered for Student Li's desk and chair to be removed.”
"I'll help Class President Yin Wu get her things as soon as possible. Um, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first. I'm very sorry!"
Seto Mifan turned around and left in a hurry. At some point, her tears fell again. As long as it was about Li Yinwu, Seto Mifan would think of the past. Then, she would cry sadly. No matter how Noda Guang called out to Seto Mifan, Seto Mifan kept walking forward without looking back.
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Noda looked at the departing figure and a helpless look appeared in his eyes. He was the class monitor. The relationship between Seto Mifan and Li Yinwu was obvious to the entire class. Li Yinwu's sudden departure was nothing more than a heavy blow to Seto Mifan. Noda could understand why Seto Mifan would be like this. It was just that Noda didn't know when Seto Mifan would be able to change back and forget everything, that smile.
"Perhaps, I won't be able to come back in the future?”
Noda smiled and sighed lightly before disappearing with the crowd.
The paradise filled with laughter was like a paradise filled with helplessness. It was as quiet as the waves. High school was like this. It was the grave of many students and also the paradise of many students. Li Yinwu's accident was the misfortune of many people, and it made everyone tremble when they thought about it.
Seto Mifan sat alone in the classroom in a daze. She was only halfway through her notes. As she thought about Li Yinwu, her tears began to grow larger. Without Li Yinwu, Seto Mifan could barely speak at school. She felt guilty. They were friends, but she did not even have the courage to claim her body. Because her parents refused, she gave up all her actions. Then, she often woke up crying and could not fall asleep again.
As for the test papers that were given out last week, Miho Seto did not react or show any intense expressions like before. She did not want to listen to them and just wanted to be alone, but it was far from the holidays.
The teacher looked at Seto Mifan helplessly. She had lost her deskmate for a long time and no longer had the heart to study. The teacher could only shake his head helplessly.
The moment she stuffed the test paper into the drawer, Seto Mifan also skipped class.
He was walking on the streets, on the fourth street of Dazhong, Chunhua Street.
Grief raged in her eyes. She stopped and looked up at the spiderweb in front of the door. The door was not locked. She could enter with a light push. The golden schoolbag on the table was wearing an ugly dusty dress. She and Li Yinwu had picked out a pretty bag from a street stall a long time ago.
Miho Seto hugged her schoolbag and started crying softly.
The door was pushed open again. A boy who looked a little like Seto Mifan was wearing the uniform of the 19th High School of Dazhong. The " 8 " on the school's Weibo on the left represented Class 8. He was panting. When he saw Seto Mifan inside, he stopped to take a long breath and tidy his clothes.
"Young Fan."
"Brother…why are you here?"
"You still miss Li Yinwu?"
Seto Takumi didn't answer Seto Mifan's question. Instead, he asked a question that already had an answer. Seto Takumi wasn't very familiar with Li Yinwu, so most of the time, Seto Takumi would directly call Li Yinwu by her full name.
Seto Miho lowered her head and did not reply. She placed her left hand on the golden backpack strap and played with it.
"Little Fan, I understand how you feel, but you have to understand your parents.”
Seto Takumi squatted down in front of Seto Mifan and reached out to hug her. He wanted his sister Fanzi to have someone to cry on. As a stranger, the only reaction he could do was to remain silent. His heart ached for his sister, who was still sad, but what could Seto Takumi do? He couldn't be resurrected even if he died. Sadness was derived from tragedy. It would disappear after a while, but during this period of time, it would be very uncomfortable.
At dusk, the setting sun shyly entered every inch of the earth from the sky. The beautiful setting sun was only temporary and could not be retained. However, the sunset would still appear at this time tomorrow, but it would no longer be the sunset of today.
"Brother, is Yin Wu that star?”
Seto Mifan stopped in his tracks and pointed at the brightest star in the sky with his index finger. Although he believed in the fairy tale that people could enter heaven or become the brightest star in the sky after death, Seto Mifan was very afraid. Just like what he usually said, it was just the most beautiful fantasy. Even if he believed it, the truth would not change because of his own belief.
Takumi Seto replied in a low voice and did not say anything else.
In the darkness, she shed a tear.、
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