My Darling (我的曼达林)

Untitled Part 35

I'm going to try to find that hawthorn popsicle when I'm in China.

Jian Bianlin's perspective, including his side of the story for a very important piece of the past.

Chapter 8.6 — Your Smile that is Even More Enchanting (6)

Back then, their primary school was near their homes. The children who attended the school were all from nearby communities. She and Jian Bianlin would go to school together and, after school, would return home together.

In the beginning, he had found this annoying. At that age, who wanted to always be hanging out with a girl? After all, they were all boys who were rowdy and active. Later, he became accustomed to bringing a constant shadow that tagged along after him.

When Chu Jian talked to him, he would be vexed; when Chu Jian talked to other people, he would be even more vexed.

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Once they started attending middle school, they were not in the same class.

They began to not go home from school together anymore. Later, Chu Jian's mom mentioned subtly to him that there was a student from another school who liked to always hang around Chu Jian, and she told Jian Bianlin to wait for Chu Jian to go to and from school. Jian Bianlin had agreed to this.

When did things start to become different?

In his impression, the most clear and definitive dividing line was one time during physical education class.

Class No. 9's class period had been switched around. The teachers had arranged that, together with his class, Class No. 1, they would be preparing for the tests in the 800-metre and 1000-metre runs. When she finished running, Chu Jian's entire face was bathed in sweat. Secretly, she bought a hawthorn popsicle and hid herself away in a corner of the sports field to eat it. Jian Bianlin had just finished running the 1000-metre when he walked past her, the sleeves of his school uniform rolled up high. And then, he doubled back.

冰葫芦 or 山楂冰棍 Hawthorn popsicle is sweet and tart frozen treat on a stick made from the hawthorn berry. ()

He had wanted to say that she sure wasn't scared of getting sick from eating stuff like that after she had just finished running and while her whole body was still sweaty.

Reaching out her hand, Chu Jian grabbed his wrist and tugged him over. With a snap, she broke her hawthorn popsicle in two, then lowered her head to examine the two halves. Shrewdly, she compared which was larger and which was smaller before stuffing to him the upper half that she had taken a few licks from. "You're not allowed to mind that I ate some of it."

He could feel the alternating sensations of the heat of his hot palm and the cold of that item, and they seemed to brand his skin.

Perspiration still on her temples, Chu Jian warily guarded herself against him. "Don't even think about trying to fight me for it. I bought it, so of course you're going to eat the smaller piece."