Chapter Eighteen: Peaceful Bamboo Flute
The fourth period in the morning was history class, and the teacher only taught for half a period. The rest of the time was spent letting classmates read on their own. Due to staying up too late last night, Liu Ya spent the entire morning class in a daze. At this point, she really couldn't hold on anymore, so she put her head down on the desk and went to meet Zhou Gong with reckless abandon.
"Aya." Liu Ya heard someone calling her name and turned around to see her old dad! Liu Ya took a serious look at the environment around her, it was in front of their home in Long County - that familiar apple tree, that familiar bamboo forest, that familiar home. Looking at her father who was standing right in front of her, he was holding the bamboo flute she got for her tenth birthday, smiling at her. "Dad..." Liu Ya couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness from the bottom of her heart, ever since leaving home, she always pretended to be nonchalant in front of others, but actually, she was always thinking about the parents who raised her for over ten years. "Dad, I miss you and mom so much, are you guys doing okay?"
"We're all good, we're all good." Dad smiled at her. "Xiao Ya, when you left, you forgot to bring this with you. You once promised Dad that no matter what happened, you would always carry the safe bamboo flute with you. Look, you got confused again and forgot to bring it with you." As he spoke, Dad handed over the bamboo flute in his hand, and Liu Ya happily reached out to take it.
Suddenly, a "bang" sound woke her up. It turned out that she was dreaming. Just now, when she subconsciously stretched out her hand, she knocked over the book on the desk, and the book fell to the ground. In the quiet classroom, due to this slight movement, everyone looked at Liu Ya. Liu Ya quickly picked up the book and continued to pretend to read. The teacher on the podium just glanced at her and said nothing, continuing to let everyone read.
"Aya, what's wrong?" Huang Ying felt Liu Ya's abnormality and asked her with concern.
"There's nothing," Liu Ya smiled faintly and said to Huang Ying, "Maybe I slept too late last night, today I'm a bit sleepy, my spirit can't concentrate."
"I'm sorry," Huang Ying said with a guilty conscience, "Last night, the sisters in the dormitory were too troublesome, making you sleep so late and having no energy today."
"It's okay." Liu Ya still smiled and said, "At noon, I'll take a nap and be fine. Read a book."
Huang Ying wanted to say something more, but seeing Liu Ya's serious expression, she could only continue reading. And Liu Ya, on the surface, looked serious while reading, but after a while, she began to daydream again, slowly recalling her dream from earlier, which was so realistic in the dream. "Could it be that 'the thoughts of the day are reflected in the dreams of the night'?" Liu Ya silently asked herself.
At this time, Liu Jia-wei, who was sitting at the next table to Liu Ya, turned his head and looked at Liu Ya, finding that Liu Ya's expression seemed a bit sorrowful. "A Ya, what's wrong? You look like you're feeling sad about something. What happened?" Liu Jia-wei thought to himself quietly. At this time, Xiao Yu, who was sitting at the same table as Liu Jia-wei, and Li Jin-yi, who was sitting at the next table behind them, were also looking at Liu Ya, seemingly having the same thoughts as Liu Jia-wei.
Ding dong ding... Ding dong ding...
Finally, the bell rang, and after saying goodbye to the teacher, the classmates packed up their homework on the table and prepared to leave.
"Aya, wait for me, I'll go to the restroom and be right back." Zi Qing hadn't even finished speaking before she rushed out with a whoosh. Lei Zhengzi was indeed Lei Zhengzi, her overbearing personality was just too much, even in a public place like this, she had to loudly announce that she was going to the restroom. Liu Ya looked at Zi Qing's retreating back with a smile on his face and shook his head helplessly.
"Wow, this Lei Zhengzi, wants to strike people dead!? Don't let her walk with me next time!" Lu Xuan furrowed her brow, flicking the hair hanging on her shoulders, and said discontentedly: "Even going to the toilet is so unglamorous, did you drink too much last night and get constipated? Hmph, after all we're beauties, image is very important!"
"You've never been stifled!" Huang Ying was amused by Lu Xuan and couldn't help but say a sentence.
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