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Chapter 697: Look at this test paper, is it passing or failing? (70)

The raging snow and fierce winds swept across all directions, highlighting the desolation of the world.

He walked alone in the wind and snow.

Min Xiu's face was pale, and his steps were somewhat heavy, but he didn't even frown.

His movements were slowed down by the sky, but he still slowly made his way to Jiang Chu's door.

Jiang Chu rushed out of the house, intending to bring in the broom outside. She was startled to see Min Xiu standing at the door. Seeing his snow-covered body and pale face, she was terrified and quickly went up to ask, "Little...Little Min? What happened to you? Come, come! Come inside!"

“Teacher Song…” he began to speak slowly, his accent distorted and strange due to long-term isolation and coldness.

He no longer dared to call out "Song Zhishu".

"Huh?" Jiang Chu asked loudly, "Didn't Miss Song quit being a teacher and go to Kyoto with her brother? She just got in the car and headed towards the small park, didn't she? Xiao Min, did you come here specifically to see Miss Song? Oh, don't talk about that yet... come in first!"

Early in the morning

坐车

gone

He repeated himself as if learning to speak, his eyes filled with even greater confusion.

He couldn't understand what he meant.

Min Xiu took a step back, his body swaying precariously. The blood on his hands congealed on the cage, and the wind brought an extreme chill and pain. Yet, his stiff hands clenched tighter and tighter.

He turned to leave, but then suddenly stopped and said "thank you."

She taught him a lot.

He will.

He finally didn't take the long way around, turning straight left, his back easily covered by ice and snow.

Back home, he boiled a large tub of hot water and soaked in it, as he always did.

The wound stung painfully, not to mention his bloodied and mangled hands, yet the iceberg between his brows remained completely still.

Once he regained full sensation, he jumped up and hurriedly put on his thickest clothes.

He needs to find her.

If she were still here

The poor little rabbit was picked up again and covered with an even thicker down jacket than before, with cotton stuffed inside.

The wind and snow outside gradually subsided, but it still threatened to pour down. Children came out happily, drawing a clear line between them and the Milky Way.

The park was covered in a blanket of snow, and Min Xiu hurried to the small park.

Scattered children held their parents' hands and played in the snow. Not far away, chunks of snow floated on the small pond, blending in with the surroundings—all soft and bright white.

Min Xiuze's pupils trembled as he frantically searched everywhere for Jianjian's figure.

He was even a little dizzy when suddenly, a woman's panicked screams erupted not far away: "Help!! Help! Save my son!!"

His slightly somber gaze swept over and he saw a mother lying face down by the pond, crying and pleading, her feet leaving footprints beside her. Small splashes of water rose in the pond, and the faint screams of terrified children could be heard.

People quickly gathered around, but no one came down for a long time.

The water is now bone-chillingly cold. This pond is small but quite deep. People come out to play with their children. Some are families, and others are people who make a living. Most of them are women or elderly people. No one dares to go down.

The woman was nearly driven mad; she tried to jump in herself but was frantically stopped, and could only scream in despair. As everyone scrambled to help, suddenly a massive flurry of ice and snow erupted.

The woman, as if grasping at a last straw, cried out tearfully, "Save my son!! Save my son!!"

The pool water, mixed with ice and snow, covered his body with a heavy weight. Min Xiu's body was like a floating duckweed, yet it carried an immense burden. The pool water was icy cold, filling his already slightly heavy sweater.

His head finally started to feel dizzy, but Minxiu picked up the unconscious little boy and started to head back.

In fact, he and winter are old rivals.

These were no longer considered pain for him, but his body just couldn't take it anymore.

He was abusing his body as if he were playing with his life.

If he doesn't go to find Song Zhishu now, he'll really have no chance left.

He could turn around and leave if he wanted to, and he absolutely could.

He himself lacks empathy to a great extent.

But what good is it if he finds it?

He turned around, took off his cotton-padded coat, and jumped into the pond.

Died in this lake

Died amidst the weeping praises of the crowd

She died because of her unwavering, jade-like expectation of him.

The shoreline began to blur, and Min Xiu's eyelids grew heavy. His mind was a complete mess, and the weight on his back made it hard for him to breathe.

He experienced countless brushes with death in his childhood, but let's not dwell on them.

He had experienced this familiar feeling of drowning in time countless winters, and so now, he remained calm and unfazed. But he...

I suddenly feel like crying.

Screams rose and fell from the nearby shore, and some women even tried anxiously to pull him out from the shallow bank.

They wanted to save him.

But he didn't really want to go up.

Thinking this, he wanted to push the child behind him over directly, and then quietly immerse himself in the moment.

But his confused and repressed eyes suddenly froze, and a skirt that suddenly appeared on the shore swayed into his eyes.

Okay... the familiar skirt

He suddenly gathered his strength

The soaking wet bodies were pulled ashore and then scraped into ice by the snow.

The surroundings were noisy, with the sirens of ambulances mingling with shouts of all sizes. Minxiu lay helplessly on the ground, and a beautiful, thick skirt stopped beside her.

He strained with all his might, reaching out to touch it.

But eventually, he was exhausted and fainted.

……

It was warm and cozy all around.

Can cause body aches and burning sensation

Min Xiu smelled a strange and irritating disinfectant odor. Just as he was about to struggle, he heard the doctor say sternly, "He's playing with his life! Who are you to him?"

The person opposite answered quickly and without hesitation, saying lightly, "Family."

"Take good care of him and don't let him abuse his body."

Song Zhishu obediently replied "okay" again. Seeing the doctor leave, she sighed, walked to the bedside, and was about to reach out to touch his forehead when his hand grabbed her skirt, accompanied by a hoarse, dry voice: "Family...person..."

Song Zhishu originally wanted to coldly say "it's just an act," but he was already terminally ill, so how could she say it?

She never expected that simply wanting to enjoy the snow in the park before leaving would lead to such a scene.

This was quite unexpected for her.

Given her understanding of Min Xiuze, she would probably leave without looking back.

Remembering what the doctor had said, she sat down in silence, her words cold and indifferent: "The doctor said you're covered in wounds, and almost all of them are infected."

"No medicine? Or is it that Teacher Xiao didn't give it to you, so you didn't need to use it?"

She wasn't sarcastic or sarcastic; her coldness was enough to make his heart tremble.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak; he could only look at him with eyes that were almost pleading. The snow and wind outside the window had stopped, but a fierce wind was blowing inside.