I'll sing my secret love into a song and give it to you (3)

  Finally arrived at the entrance of the community.

  Lucy Yang stood behind the lonely figure, panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and the sweat on her forehead. The streetlight stretched her shadow out long and thin. She stood there, fully focused on staring at the back of the person in front of her, the orange-yellow light of the streetlamp surrounding him without reserve, as if a huge sadness was enveloping him, making his loneliness and coldness even more pronounced.

  Her hands clenched tighter, her lower lip was bitten to the point of pain, and she suddenly had a bad premonition, with the image of her mother saying that an old man was hit to death at the entrance of the neighborhood kept appearing in her mind. Looking at that lonely back, she wanted to get closer to him a little bit more, even wanting to go over and hug him, giving all the warmth of this life to him.

  But she didn't have enough courage to get close to him as before.

  Duan Chenliang.

  Lucy Yang was repeatedly shouting the name in her heart, she was worried and afraid that what she thought would become a reality, so she didn't have the courage to call him, fearing that as soon as he turned around, he would tell her that his relatives were gone. Lucy Yang stood there woodenly until tears welled up again, her body trembling, making soft sobbing sounds, but unexpectedly startling him.

  The young man's body stiffened slightly, and he turned around in confusion. When he saw Lucas with tears welling up in his eyes, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  He looked at her indifferently and strangely, without saying a word.

  "Duan... Duan Chen Liang." At this, the young man's eyes were filled with sadness and confusion, prompting Lù Xī Yáng to hastily call out his name.

  Duan Chen Liang. This name, which she had silently recited in her heart a thousand times, finally became her voice and entered his ears at this moment. However, it didn't sound as good as she imagined, because of her confusion, when she called out the simple three words "Duan Chen Liang", she stuttered slightly.

  The young man simply lowered his eyelids, turned around and walked back the way he came. He seemed not to have seen her at all, yet somehow just saw a stranger, and so without hesitation, he turned around and left, fading into the distance.

  Maybe he really didn't know her.

  Has he forgotten her long ago?

  That time he carried her back to the dormitory, had he already forgotten? Or did he never remember it at all?

  Even that time, for her was the most tense, exciting and happy moment in life, she couldn't escape becoming a passerby in his life. Lucy hung her head, tears dropping to the ground one by one, as if she heard the whole world despising her voice.

  When her parents quarreled and wanted to divorce, they disliked her as a "burden", and no one was willing to raise her alone. So, they quarreled for over ten years.

  How terrible a burden she must be, to have allowed two people who are as incompatible as fire and water to live together for so many years?

  Now, even the young man who had always brought her infinite motivation was unwilling to give her a gentle response, not even a glance. He was like a ray of light that illuminated her life, bringing her endless hope and warmth, but also like a sprinkle of salt on her wound, intensifying the pain.

  Lucy Yang didn't know how long she had been sobbing, finally lifting her hand to wipe away the tears that covered her face.

  He's not that kind of person, although he's cold, but absolutely not that kind of person. She was sad and kept making excuses for his indifference.

  Yes, he is not that kind of person.

  Lucy Yang still remembered when she started liking him. That year, she was in the third grade of elementary school, and Duan Chenliang was one grade higher than her, in the fourth grade. At that time, there was a girl in the school who had a big red birthmark on her face. Her classmates thought she was ugly, especially the boys. As soon as school was over, they would block her way home, surround her in a circle and mock her, bully her.

  One time, Lucas saw a boy with a black backpack from afar, expressionlessly squeezing into the group of boys, then nonchalantly pulling out the girl from the crowd. A group of boys started throwing small stones at them, but he resolutely stood in front of the girl, standing still and staring coldly at those shorter boys, his expression frighteningly icy.

  That expression, on a fourth-grader's face, was rare. However, those boys seemed to be scared off by his icy expression and ran away after throwing only a few stones. Lucy Yang remained standing in place, intently watching the boy walk past the rescued girl with an expressionless face, as if he hadn't saved her at all. He didn't speak to the girl but instead left indifferently.

  From then on, Lucy Yang knew that she was Duan Chenliang in Class 1 of Grade 4, and his name would appear on every red list, and would be transmitted into her eardrum by every teacher in a different voice. It was also in that year that Lucy Yang's grades soared, while Duan Chenliang became the solitary heartache she couldn't confess to.

  He was a kind young man, with a stubborn arm and proud achievements, he was excellent. Lucy Yang seemed to have found a reason to convince herself not to be sad, she bit her lip, as if making a big decision, finally moved her feet, step by step towards the direction where Duan Chenliang left.

  She didn't know why she wanted to follow him, that feeling was like she had never known why she liked him so much. It seemed that as long as she kept following him, she would be able to see a future in her heart that was both anxious and full of curiosity.

  She kept a distance of over ten meters from him, silently following him through the long and dim alleys, walking across the streets with flashing lights, running across the crowded roads, as if it were an adventure that was both thrilling and cautious.

  At last, Duan Chenliang stopped in front of a two-story villa, and Lucy Yang quickly hid around the corner, only revealing her round eyes.

  The villa was beautiful and looked very luxurious, but the empty space in front of the villa door no longer had the beautiful flowers and hedges like before, but a lawn that was almost withered. Lucas Yang certainly remembered this as his home, when they were still commuting students, she would secretly follow him every day after school and only return home after seeing him enter the villa.

  He is not only excellent but also has a warm home, unlike her.

  Lucy Yang thought that her father should be a very handsome and charming man, and her mother should be very beautiful, belonging to the kind of fashionable modern woman. She looked at the boy in the distance with a gaze full of envy and curiosity, wanting to see what his parents looked like when they opened the door for him, but the boy took out the key from his pocket as before, opened the door himself, and walked into the villa.

  Lucy Yang let out a disappointed sigh and was about to turn around and head home when a surprised cry came from behind her: "Three thousand?"

  In fact, without turning around, Lucy Yang also knew who this person was. Apart from Lu Sen Xiang, no one else had ever given her any nickname, let alone called her "San Qian".

  But why did Lu Senxiang appear here?

  I suddenly realized that sitting in front of the computer all day typing will make you fat!!! Ah! I feel like I'm risking being disliked by you guys to tell you stories! So, fellow readers who are chasing after my updates, please don't dislike me~~~~(_)~~~~I admit that tonight's update is a bit slower than usual~~~~(_)~~~~