I sang my secret love into a song and gave it to you (2)

  Saturday finally arrived amidst the eager prayers of Bai Mu.

  That morning, Bai Miao, who usually slept in, got up early to pack his things. Lucas Yang lay quietly on the bed, listening to the rustling sounds of Bai Miao packing, while staring blankly at the ceiling above his head.

  "Lucy Yang, aren't you getting up yet?" Bai Mo suddenly shouted loudly.

  Lucy Yang frowned and replied irritably, "If you had been a bit gentler, maybe I'd still be dreaming."

  Bai Mo smiled mischievously, without a hint of apology. She smoothed out her long hair and strode over to Lu Xi Yang's bed, gently tugging on his arm. With a serious tone, she said: "Lu Xi Yang, look, it's just the two of us left in the dorm now. If I leave, you'll be all alone! Don't you really want to go home? Don't you feel scared being by yourself in the dorm? What if something comes out at night..."

  Lucy Yang, lying on the bed, couldn't take it anymore. She sat up from the bed, with her messy hair, and glared at Gu Bai Mo fiercely, saying: "That's enough! Do you think I'm you?"

  "Hahaha……" Bai Mo couldn't help but laugh, she slung her backpack over one shoulder and waved goodbye to Yang with the other hand, smiling brightly as she said, "You can just wait to be in cahoots with those things, who knows, they might even teach you math problems."

  After speaking, Bai Mo left the dormitory with a burst of laughter.

  After Bai Mo left, the dormitory became particularly quiet. Lu Xiyang was about to get out of bed when he received a text message from Lu Senxiang, asking if she wanted to accompany him to that place. As for what place it was, Lu Xiyang didn't ask either. She hesitated for a moment and replied to Lu Senxiang: "Sorry, I have something on, you find someone else."

  Actually, from that day when they parted at the school gate, Lucy Yang had been hesitating whether to agree to Lucas's request or go home. Until now, when she saw Lucas's text message, she still hadn't made any response, and her heart was already filled with apology.

  Actually, if it weren't for Duan Chenliang, she didn't want to go home at all. Lucy Yang smiled wryly, but she still couldn't overcome the voice in her heart that kept calling her back home.

  Duan Chen Liang. She had never been able to beat him, and as long as it was something related to him, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but be curious.

  So on Saturday, Lucy Yang still went home. However, because she didn't buy a ticket in advance, she lined up for a long time at the station before buying a ticket to go home.

  When Lucy Yang returned home, her father and mother had been waiting for her at the dinner table for a long time. Looking at the table full of her favorite dishes that had gone cold, she wanted to say sorry, but the words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed back into her stomach.

  She has never been good at expressing herself and always likes to hide everything in her heart, without anyone knowing.

  "Your mom and I were worried that something might have happened to you, and you didn't come back after waiting for so long." The father sitting opposite Lucas suddenly spoke up, "You, your phone is not even answering, be more careful next time."

  "Uh-huh, got it." Lucy Yang sat down at the dinner table, picked up her chopsticks and started eating on her own.

  She actually wanted to explain why she was so late getting home, she wanted them to know that there were indeed many people buying tickets at the station, because she hadn't bought her ticket in advance and had to wait in line. But when she looked at the table of cold dishes in front of her, she swallowed her words.

  The whole house was quiet, with only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding with each other. After Lucy took over her father's words, no one broke this silence, and they all buried their heads and ate seriously. Lucy had long been used to such an atmosphere, from the day she secretly listened to her parents' conversation when she was very young, the atmosphere at home became particularly strange.

  That day, Lucy Yang was doing her homework in the room when she suddenly heard a sound of shattering glass coming from outside the door. She was startled and paused for a moment before hearing her father's deliberately hushed voice: "What are you doing? Don't disturb the child."

  Lucy Yang, upon hearing this sentence, curiously put down the pen in her hand and quickly ran to the door of the room, hiding behind it with only her big round eyes exposed. She stared at the two people she loved most in the living room, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret, her eyes widening more and more, as if they were about to pop out.

  "Do you still care about the child? Did you consider the child when you asked for a divorce?" The mother's eyes widened, and two lines of tears quietly rolled down her cheeks.

  "How could I have not thought of that? Didn't I say so? After the divorce, you take care of Yangyang and I'll send you living expenses on time!"

  "You're really good at calculating, you want me to bring a burden and remarry? Or rely on each other for life and death without anyone asking about us?"

  "I don't know what you're talking about!"

  "You're still packing! What are you thinking in your heart that I don't know? Let me tell you, this marriage is one I won't divorce."

  "You won't divorce me and you also don't live a good life with me, what exactly do you want?"

  "If I have an affair with a man outside, will you forgive me?"

  ……

  After that, Lucy couldn't hear anything clearly. She only remembered her father finally slamming the door and leaving, while her mother sat on the floor crying for the entire afternoon. At that time, she was still young and didn't know why her parents wanted to divorce. She didn't even know what the two words "divorce" meant. But for some reason, the phrase "dragging oil bottle" kept echoing in her ears, making her more and more sad. So, not understanding anything, she also hid behind the door and cried with her mother for the entire afternoon.

  Later, Dad and Mom never got divorced. But from that day on, the home was either eerily quiet or shockingly loud, she began to understand what "dragging oil" meant, started blaming them, and also started disliking going home.

  When Lucy Yang put down her chopsticks after finishing dinner, her mother suddenly said to her: "Yang Yang, be more careful when you go home in the future. Don't run around everywhere even when you're at school. Especially when crossing the road, got it?"

  Lucy Yang looked at her mother's serious expression and felt strange, everything was fine, why would she suddenly bring this up?

  "Oh..." Lucy trailed off, getting up from her chair and turning to head back into the room. Her mother continued, "Not long ago, there was a car accident at the entrance of our neighborhood, an old man was killed. The scene was really terrifying, with blood all over the ground!"

  Lucy Yang stood still for a moment, actually car accidents are common things, it's just that this accident happened at the gate of their community. And Lucy Yang's room window was facing the main entrance of the community.

  At this moment, Father seemed to see through Lucy's mind and looked at Mother with dissatisfaction: "Why are you telling the child this? Her room window faces the entrance of the community, how can she sleep at night?"

  "Isn't this all for her?"

  "Does she need you to spell it out so clearly? What should be said and what shouldn't, how can a grown-up like you have no sense of propriety at all?"

  "I'm being out of line? You have a sense of propriety, why don't you speak up?"

  ……

  Lucy Yang couldn't help but glance at the two people who were arguing, then put on her backpack and walked back to her room with a calm expression. She closed the door firmly behind her, not wanting to hear their quarrel anymore. She would rather stand by the window all night watching the entrance of the neighborhood than stay outside and listen to them argue for one minute.

  When she was in elementary school, she prayed every day that they wouldn't get divorced even if they fought. Later when she entered junior high school, especially during the third year of junior high, she had to endure their quarrels after coming home from school with a huge amount of academic pressure. She really couldn't take it anymore. From then on, Lucy Yang started having an idea that even she herself thought was terrifying: she desperately hoped they would get divorced.

  Lucy Yang threw her school bag onto the bed and walked naturally to the window. She pulled open the curtains, opened the window, and a gust of evening wind blew in, lifting up the bangs on her forehead. Although the weather was sweltering, the sudden gust of wind made Lucy's hair stand on end, and her scalp felt numb. It wasn't until she lowered her head that she discovered both arms were covered in goosebumps.

  Actually, she was still a bit scared, but she thought herself to be very brave. Yet she persisted in standing by the window, as if to prove to someone that she wasn't afraid at all.

  Not at all.

  The sky was pitch black, with a few stars hanging on the edge of the sky, twinkling vaguely. Lucy lowered her eyes and saw that under her feet was a row of winding streetlights, each lampshade surrounded by a milky white glow, which looked very beautiful. Her gaze extended along the streetlights to the distance, falling on the wide road in front of the gate of the residential area, with a row of orange-yellow streetlights on both sides of the road, and the light dyed the color of the road into golden yellow, like a golden avenue, which didn't look like a place where a car accident had occurred at all.

  Lucy Yang has been leaning against the window, her long eyelashes occasionally flashing, but her gaze has never left that wide road. Occasionally, there will be vehicles passing by on the road, but no pedestrians. Actually, Lucy Yang has always liked to stand by the window and watch the cars driving past the entrance of the community, but none of them were like tonight, with no pedestrians passing by.

  Is it because an old man was killed in a car accident at that place, so everyone avoids going there? Car accidents happen every year, but no road is closed for this reason. The evening wind blew into the body of Luoyang, and she suddenly felt a bit chilly, unable to help but hug herself with both hands.

  At this moment, she suddenly saw a figure walking step by step to the front of the residential area. Lucy Yang curiously tried to open her eyes wide to observe that figure, but the distance was too far, and she couldn't see what that person looked like. Later, the person turned around, with their back facing the entrance of the residential area, facing the road illuminated by the orange-yellow streetlights, standing there motionless.

  Lucy Yang stood in front of the window and observed for a long time. The figure was still standing motionless, like a statue.

  Although she couldn't see anything clearly, the image of Duan Chenliang's cold back kept appearing in her mind. She had been secretly following him since childhood, from an age when she didn't even understand what it meant to like someone, until now that she was deeply convinced he was the one she liked. She had always followed behind him, silently gazing at his back.

  It's been seven years since then, a whole seven years of scenery that allowed her to easily recognize him in the crowd no matter what.

  Lucy Yang took a serious glance at the blurry figure in the distance, and like being electrocuted, she suddenly turned around and rushed towards the room door. She opened the door with swift movements, completely ignoring the two people still arguing in the living room, and ran straight to the front door.

  "Lucy Yang, where are you going?" At the moment she opened the door of her home, she heard her mother calling out her full name.

  Lucy Yang lowered her eyelids and glanced at her mother with the corner of her eye, telling a casual lie: "I went out to buy an exercise book and forgot to bring it back home to do my homework."

  After saying that, Lucy Yang didn't wait for her mother's consent and rushed out the door, directly leaving behind her mother's words "be careful".

  Lucy Yang rushed down the stairs, ran out of the apartment building, and into the evening wind. Her smooth hair danced happily in the wind, occasionally a strand of hair gently brushed against her face, blocking her line of sight.

  She even burst into tears, a strange emotion surging up in her heart, as if all the joys and sorrows that had been dormant in the river of memory for so long were rushing towards her at this moment.

  Those joys and sorrows, including all the emotions she had for a person she liked, also included her complex feelings towards those two people closest to her over the past decade or so. They were roughly intertwined, yet melted into gentle tears that slid quietly from her eyes.