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Chapter 508 Extra Story: He Was Waiting For Me There (14)

This is her hand firmly against the stone steps beside her, so that her scratched flesh can kill the constant rolling momentum, and she can quickly stop this powerless and out-of-control embarrassment.

She was too afraid of wasting time.

Because she was worried that she would miss him again.

"Aya!"

The agent hurried to the door and saw that Fang Jiya in front of her was holding up her strength to let herself run up the steps, but her body was very weak, and her arms were just supported, and then weakened instantly.

This scene made her voice shout, and she came quickly, looking at Fang Jiya who fell on the stairs, her eyes fluttered, and she felt sore, "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Jiya sat upright on the steps, with glaring scars on her arms, legs, and face from [scratching].

Her lower lip was tightly bitten by her teeth, enduring the pain in her body, she raised her face sadly and relieved, her eyes were extremely calm, but still couldn't hide the dense mist, she shook her head, just smiled: "It's okay! "

"I'll help you in."

Fang Jiya looked back at the extremely deserted courtyard and long street outside. The surrounding area was pitch black, with no bright light and no familiar figures. She said slightly: "Okay."

She knew that if a person wanted to hide from him, he would have many ways to prevent her from finding him.

Maybe……

Everything just now was just that she missed him so much, so she had illusions, and she really thought that she really saw him.

The agent helped Fang Jiya up, and slowly walked backstage.

When Fang Jiya sat in her exclusive seat, the people around looked at her with distressed eyes, but no one dared to say a word of concern.

Isa came from a distance, holding a bouquet of white roses. She spoke calmly, without any surprise or smile on her face: "Teacher Fang, someone asked me to give this to you just now!"

Fang Jiya looked up at Isa, and took the bunch of thorny white roses from her hand. The white roses were elegant, clean and beautiful, but in her dull eyes, they were lifeless.

Her eyes were locked on the bouquet of roses she was holding in her arms, and her eyes stayed on the dripping petals.

Her mind was like fragments, her lips stopped trembling, and she didn't say a word.

The manager came over with hydrogen peroxide, ready to clean her wound, his eyes caught her lost mind, and he said worriedly: "Aya, don't be like this, just say something, okay?"

Since Fang Jiya came back with her outside, she never said a word.

At this time, the agent was very afraid that Fang Jiya would put her mind in prison as before, and then began to torture her mind with unreasonable reveries.

"If you want to cry, just cry, I'll be with you..."

Fang Jiya looked up at Isa and the manager in front of her, without any expression, she shook her head lightly, "I'm fine!"

She handed the bouquet in her hand to Isa, and said in a very gentle voice: "It's the same as before! Throw it away..."

"Ok."

When Isa received this kind of congratulatory white rose for the first time, her expression was not as surprised as it is now, but this time, she could more and more feel the emotion mixed with the powerless words in Fang Jiya's mouth.

She looked forward to it again and again, and fell into disappointment again and again.

This is the 16th white rose that Yisha helped Fang Jiya throw away. After the game, an unnamed admirer sent her a white rose. She shook her head and walked straight to the trash can without opening her mouth to stop it.

The strength in her hand was slowly loosened, and a bouquet of fresh, beautiful white roses with water droplets fell directly into the trash can that she opened with her hands.

The water droplets on the top, which were already trembling with desire, could not withstand the weightlessness and flowed into the bucket directly, like a girl's crystal clear tears, and the white rose seemed to replace the sourness in Fang Jiya's heart.

A few petals fell on the rosebud that Xu Shi was able to fold down today.

After all, the pure white rose did not get the mercy of those who should appreciate it.

Then a card fell out of the paper that wrapped the bouquet.

Yisha looked down at the card in the trash can. She didn't recognize the meaningful Chinese characters on it. She just felt that the handwritten words were very sincere. She felt that there might be something Fang Jiya wanted to see.

She reached out to pick it up, and was pricked by a thorny rose branch inside, and the bright red blood stained the pure white rose petals, showing even more sadness of weeping blood.

"Teacher Fang, there are cards here."

After Yisha picked up the paper, she turned her head to look at Fang Jiya in the distance.

Fang Jiya was packing her things calmly and was about to leave here. After hearing what Isa said, she turned her eyes away suddenly.

Staring at the card in Isa's hand, there was a moment of hesitation, she didn't speak, and she didn't move forward.

Isa looked at "Sister Jin" standing next to Fang Jiya, and saw her lower her head with unbearable expression, a little at a loss. Isa felt the expression of Sister Jin, obviously she knew that the bouquet was packed for a long time. Contains cards.

But why didn't she remind Fang Jiya?

Maybe fifteen times in five years, there was a hidden card in this bouquet.

Sister Jin seems to have always known...

But she never told them.

Seeing Isa's eyes, Fang Jiya turned her head and glanced at Sister Jin who was standing beside her. Seeing that her expression was obviously weird, she knew that she was deliberately hiding it from herself, "You always knew...?"

"Aya, don't look..."

Sister Jin looked at Fang Jiya with a very bad expression, a little panic mixed with shame, she reminded Fang Jiya lightly, as if telling her that there was no need to read the content there.

Her feeble voice was worried about Fang Jia.

Fang Jiya also knew that Sister Jin had always known that she was looking forward to Fu Shengzhe's appearance.

She knew that it was impossible for Sister Jin to let herself miss the person who had been waiting for so long, so in the strange look in Sister Jin's eyes, perhaps she had already known how heart-wrenching words were written on it.

Fang Jiya looked at Sister Jin, snorted and laughed with a shallow nasal voice, then extended her gaze and looked at Isa, her eyes were gentle, and her voice was extremely calm, "Isa, help me get it!"

Isa's eyes fell on Sister Jin's direction. Seeing her eyes closed helplessly, she nodded. Isha Fang stepped forward and handed the card in her hand to Fang Jiya.

"The Chinese characters on it are very beautiful..."

Fang Jiya was a little stunned when she heard Isa's words. She knew that Fu Shengzhe's handwriting was not good-looking. Although he was influenced by a good education since he was a child, he was never the kind of person who could sit down and write peacefully. .

So his handwriting has always been chic and messy in its own way.

But Fang Jiya felt that Isa might evaluate the "Chinese characters" from the perspective of a foreigner, and she still felt that this should be written by Fu Shengzhe...

Only he thinks she loves [White Rose] the most.

He always felt that she was as elegant and noble as a white rose, but contradictoryly looked like a cool and decent person nestling in a corner and blooming quietly.

When she took the card handed over by Isa and looked down at the words on it, she was stunned by the words on it, "The words on it are really beautiful..."

Fang Jiya didn't want to read any more, but when he looked away, he caught the first symbolic text on the card.

He always likes to use "you" instead of "you" to address her.

This is what he showed unconsciously when he was chatting with her.

Maybe this is where he doesn't quite understand why?
Fang Jiya was sure that this was Fu Shengzhe's style. Although he changed his handwriting, he couldn't change some of his habits that he didn't know and hadn't been reminded of.

Fang Jiya carefully looked at the above text, there were ten lines of words in total, and the emotions revealed were ordinary, and in less than 200 words, there were only two kinds of content revealed between the lines.

One is to wish her the honor of being a dance queen, and the other is to hope that she will find happiness soon.

This "hope" was placed at the end of all the contents of his card, saying: "I wish you to reap your love as soon as possible, as the expectation of a fan who has been silently paying attention to you..."

"It's hard to find a lover, so it's not advisable to wait. If you don't find a lover, you can forgive yourself."

Fang Jiya sneered, and she handed the card in her hand to Sister Jin beside her, "What does he mean?"

"Aya, he told you not to wait."

"Wait...?"

Fang Jiya has always acted very strong, and at this moment the soreness in the corners of her eyes was finally brought out in her angry voice, and the light was glowing, a little clear and sad.

"What did I do wrong? He told me not to wait... Even five years, he has been looking at me, but why he doesn't want to see me... I don't understand what he is afraid of?"

"Aya, maybe the two of you are not suitable, you have been obsessed with it for five years, isn't it enough?"

Sister Jin felt sorry for Fang Jiya, mainly because she didn't want her to be trapped in this kind of imprisoned prison. She endured these blunt words for five years and finally spoke, just to really convince Fang Jiya.

"How can it be enough? Why should I let him say he wants it, and say he doesn't want it?"

Fang Jiya raised her hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her face, her eyes were cold, and her voice was stubborn, "In the past five years, the person who sent white roses to the backstage every time is the same person, isn't it?"

"I do not know."

"Then do you recognize the handwriting on it?"

"Aya, forget it, let him go, and let yourself go."

Seeing Fang Jiya like this, Sister Jin felt very uncomfortable, "You have been torturing yourself for the past five years, even if you didn't tell me, I would know."

Although Fang Jiya was very calm in front of everyone, under the cover of that calmness, it only made people feel that she had built a very high wall for her fragility.

She is afraid of being comforted, afraid of being seen through her weakness, and afraid that she is a person who does not live up to expectations.

"The medicines in your room are not health care products. They are the regrets and grievances that you think about every night when he left silently five years ago and couldn't open your eyes to see him for the last time..."

"I do not have."

"Have you had a good night's sleep in the past five years? Even... You have changed to one new drug after another, but has it relieved your symptoms?"

……

Sister Jin also wanted to help Fang Jiya get the documents in her room to sign up for the competition by accident. She opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet, and her eyes accidentally fell on the bottles and cans lying horizontally inside. .

At that time, Fang Jiya hurried back, looked at her with a smile, quickly took out the certificate from the drawer, and then closed the drawer.

Seeing Sister Jin looking at her in surprise, Fang Jiya said in a light voice: "You said I started to keep healthy at my age? Isn't it too early?"

Sister Jin looked at Fang Jiya, she was very calm on the surface, she just smiled and said softly: "It's not early."

But she couldn't help but look at the drawer behind her that was blocked by Fang Jiya.

She knew there must be something weird in those medicine jars.

Otherwise, how could Fang Jiya, who acts so calmly, rush back to the room in a hurry?He also pretended to be understated and said: "I knew that you are unreliable, and you have to look for it for a long time."

At that time, Sister Jin secretly took out one of Fang Jiya's medicines and sent it to the hospital for examination.

The doctor told Sister Jin that it was used for sleeping. The patient must have suffered from severe anxiety, and even needed powerful medicine to make him sleep peacefully.

After all, the medicine she brought is generally not allowed to be prescribed without authorization, unless the patient can't bear it anymore, there is really no effective treatment, or many medicines have been tried but nothing works.

At that time, the doctor asked Sister Jin if the patient had any weird behaviors. Sister Jin shook her head at that time. The contact with Fang Jiya in her life was too natural and normal, and she would occasionally smile and joke with everyone. .

It's not like a person who suffers from insomnia at night and is even anxious enough to use sleeping pills to numb himself.

"It stands to reason that this should not be the case? People who take this drug will definitely have very aggressive actions. They often feel anxious and uncomfortable because they can't fall asleep. Maybe... they will paralyze themselves through alcoholism."

"Drinking?"

Sister Jin shook her head quickly, "Perhaps, her condition is not as serious as you think."

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, but how could a doctor prescribe this medicine for her?"

Sister Jin was also very worried at first, but after hearing that she would get drunk, she breathed a sigh of relief, "She has a serious alcohol allergy. If the condition has reached this point, we cannot fail to find out..."

"So is there something in her heart that suppresses herself?"

The doctor looked at Sister Jin, and instantly felt more determined, "I think she is consciously controlling herself and making a strong struggle against the outside world..."

Listening to the doctor's words, Sister Jin instantly thought of Fang Jiya's appearance when she came abroad. The lack of spirit and loneliness in her eyes clearly showed that she had lost her six spirits, like a body without a soul.

She knew that Fang Jiya had something deep in her heart, "Doctor, is she a little better than ordinary people, or...?"

The doctor shook his head, "If it takes a long time, it will be a serious torture to her body and spirit."

"What do you mean?"

　good night ha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)