She is very sick

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Chapter Six

    Secret love is too lonely.

    I am not a person who can bear loneliness.

    -"Su Zai Zai in the Little Fairy's Diary"

    In late October, the weather changed rapidly, and the rain came and went quickly.

    During the period from school in the afternoon to the evening class, although there are few people in the classroom, it is very noisy. He could hear the noise in the classroom and the crisp and gentle female voice from the radio when he was far away.

    Zhang Lurang walked into the classroom.

    Before he reached his position, he saw a dark red folding umbrella on the table, placed carelessly in the center, as if he wanted to attract his attention.

    I picked it up and found that there was a piece of paper pasted on the umbrella handle, and a few more layers of transparent glue were glued on it for waterproofing.

    There was a sentence written on it, I don't know what it was rubbed against, and it was a little fuzzy.

    But you can still see the words clearly.

    ——Suzai from Senior One Nine Class is lending it to Zhang Lurang, Senior One Class One.

    The font size of "borrow" is twice as large as other characters.

    He lowered his eyes, with a pale expression, and put the umbrella back on the table. I packed up a few books and put them in my schoolbag, put them on my back, and went out of the classroom. Before I left, I didn't forget to bring my umbrella.

    Go up two floors, turn right and walk straight around to another building, and walk to the classroom closest to the first office of the high school.

    Maybe it's too close to the office, or maybe because there are few people, this classroom is very quiet.

    Very quiet.

    Zhang Lurang only saw a girl inside, sitting on the inside of the group by the window, with a pair of big-rimmed glasses on her nose, and reading the book with her earphones.

    Outside the window, the setting sun was infinitely fine, sprinkled in the dense layers of leaves, and the broken light penetrated everything. With the breeze swaying, a few halos were circled on the book, and the white light was refracted in the girl's hand.

    Some dazzling.

    Zhang Lurang narrowed his eyes and opened his lips and said, "Su is here."

    She didn't hear her, and there was no pause in the movement of her hands.

    Zhang Lurang didn't call her again, and walked in directly.

    Yu Guang saw a person standing next to the same table, Su Zai was flipping through the book, and subconsciously tore off one of the earphones.

    The sound of the broadcast came into my ears, and the voice of the girl turned softly.

    "There is such a sentence in Han Han's "A City"."

    "There is nothing more in the world than this. Use a moment to like something, and then spend years slowly torturing yourself why you like such a thing."

    ...

    ...

    Su Zaizai raised his head and looked at him.