Chapter 186 – 187: About Happiness
“That’s right,” Li Dapang nodded hastily, saying, “Do well on the exam, get the top rank in LJ city, and let her mom know you’re not a coward.”
Xiao Han fell silent, a wave of bitterness overflowing from within him. It was as though this bitterness had been brewing for a hundred years.
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On the road, traffic was under control. Traffic police were directing traffic at the entrance of LJ City No. 1 High School. Every year during the college entrance exam, No. 1 High School and No. 4 High School beca the designated exam centers in Wangjiang District.
Thus, Xiao Han and his friends didn’t need to visit No. 1 High School in advance to check out the exam hall like students from other schools; they already knew their seats well.
“Damn it, can’t get through,” Li Dapang said annoyed as he parked the car on the roadside, then said, “We’ll have to walk a few minutes.”
The usually smooth road was now blocked by parents accompanying their children for the exams, who thronged on the roads, either riding motorcycles or electric bikes. They left their vehicles at the school gate and waited outside the security line for their children to exit.
It took Xiao Han and Li Dapang a lot of effort to squeeze their way in.
“So many people!” Li Dapang exclaid, saying, “All these are parents accompanying their kids for the exams. Tsk tsk…”
“Poor all the parents in the world,” Yang Xiaoyan smiled and said, “Everyone hopes their child performs well and gets into a good university.”
“Absolutely!” Li Dapang nodded and then said, “Everyone has the heart of hoping their child will beco successful.”
The group quickly made their way toward the exam hall.
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To take care of Xiao Han, to let him familiarize himself with the exam hall, and to have him take the exam in the most familiar place possible, Li Hengzhong really went to great lengths. He specifically arranged for Xiao Han to take the exam in the place he knew best, Class 3 of Senior Year Three.
At the entrance of Class 3, a check was required before entering the exam hall. tal detectors checked for mobile phones, watches, any electronic devices, all of which were not allowed inside. Moreover, the exam hall was signal-blocked, intercepting all radio signals to prevent cheating with electronic devices. Xiao Han handed over his mobile phone.
Upon entering Class 3, Xiao Han felt as if it was a regular class session. Except that the classroom had far fewer tables and chairs than usual, nothing else had changed. Other than Xiao Han, there were no classmates from his class. Xiao Han didn’t mind; his seat was in the very middle.
To his right was a bespectacled boy who continuously murmured sothing under his breath before the exam, likely due to nervousness as he constantly released his emotions. To his left was a girl with long hair and a great figure, though her face was too ordinary. Otherwise, she would be quite an attractive girl.
The girl kept tidying her long hair, combing it with a brush. This shiny, black hair must have taken much of her ti to maintain.
In the classroom, there were various scenes. So people were resting their heads down, so were still earnestly reviewing the material from “100 Days Sprint to College Exam,” and others were spinning pens. Only Xiao Han sat there alone, his head hanging low, nobody knowing what he was thinking, nor how sad he felt at that mont.
However, Xiao Han was never one to surrender easily; the more he faced such situations, the more intensely he unleashed his energy.
This ti, nobody knew the intense energy that was brewing inside Xiao Han’s heart.
Soon, the proctors started entering the exam hall one after another.
“Everyone hand over all items unrelated to the exam,” the lead proctor, a big man wearing glasses with a stern expression, commanded.
Whoosh…
Everyone got up and handed over their materials and handwritten notes.
On the desks, no items other than pens were allowed. The exam would provide answer sheets and scratch paper.
Three proctors, one at the front, one at the back, and another patrolling around. As soon as the exam bell rang, the big man imdiately unsealed the exam papers, which had been delivered directly from the province that morning and were also sealed with the official stamp from the exam office. They were void if damaged.
Soon after, three teachers began distributing the exam papers.
After receiving the exam paper, Xiao Han carefully glanced at the essay topic, “About Happiness.” The task was to write an essay of no less than eight hundred words on the topic of happiness, excluding poetry.
Xiao Han imdiately froze, his inner pain and sourness had not yet dissipated, yet he was asked to write an essay related to happiness. Wasn’t this making things difficult for him, troubling him? Xiao Han revealed a bitter smile and said to himself, “It really is a case of misfortunes never co singly.”
Happiness is a very broad topic. The happy mories of childhood were too faint, however, most of the high school mories were about being bullied. It was only a little more than half a year ago that Xiao Han had so mories about his own happiness. All those happy mories were with Chen Zihan. But now, even Chen Zihan was leaving him.
Although it was a forced departure, it was still a heartbreaking matter. Who could write a happy essay at this ti?
Xiao Han felt sowhat helpless and decided to complete the earlier questions first.
With his abilities and mory, and the fact that the examination questions were much easier than usual exercises, Xiao Han quickly completed all the fill-in-the-blank and multiple-choice questions. The reading comprehension was also quite simple. He progressed smoothly until he reached the essay.
However, after nearly an hour of brewing ideas, Xiao Han had more or less settled on a the. He decided to write a sorrowful essay based on his currently sorrowful mood. To write an essay, how could one score high marks? Only by infusing it with one’s own emotions, letting the examiner feel them, and integrating them into the essay, could one achieve high marks.
Xiao Han thought deeply for a mont, then imdiately picked up his pen and wrote down the title of the essay: “The Happiness You Owe !”
In that neat square grid, Xiao Han wrote fervently:
Zhang Wuji gave up Jianghu and the empire for Zhao Min, left concerns for Xiao Zhao, bequeathed wandering to Zhu Er, and bestowed regret to Zhou Zhiruo…
Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl ultimately beca divine immortal couple; perhaps he was aware, perhaps he was not; perhaps he pretended not to know; Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang spent their youth in vain for him; Guo Xiang harbored thoughts of him from afar; perhaps he rembered, perhaps he forgot that once there was a girl nad Gongsun Lu’e who paused her entire life in just a mont of his gaze.
Yet, what he could offer was only a lody on the Bamboo Flute, three Golden Needles, or rely montary affection.
In this world, too few stay through thick and thin, too many forget each other in Jianghu…
We once deeply loved so people. When loving, we regarded every mont as everlasting, every fleeting intimacy as lifelong affection. Thus, promises were made; thus, we hoped to hold hands till old age, blissfully.
Then everything vanished, then we finally understood, everlasting is a rare encounter, happiness is such a mystical and fragile thing. Perhaps love has nothing to do with happiness; perhaps the ultimate happiness of life has nothing to do with the person deep in our hearts; perhaps one day in the future, we will hold soone’s hand, and peacefully watch the scenery for a lifeti.
Actually, promises are nothing much, their disappearance doesn’t matter either, everything has its own destiny. We learn to look lightly, not to force; we learn to conceal, to bury you deep, hidden where the smoke and dust of the years cannot reach…
It’s just that, why in so rainy twilight, in so silent night, you still faintly phase in and out of my heart; unable to take away, unable to erase.
A’Zhu’s flowery smile gradually withers beside the Qingshi Bridge at Xiaojing Lake, Qiao Feng’s tears flow like the pouring rain in the night. You give protection, I return you blessings, you, the hero, need ambition. But you owe happiness, what can you use to compensate?
Chen Jialuo is unwilling to bear the world’s displeasure, thus he disappoints his beloved ladies. One died fragrantly for him; another led a lonely life because of him. Perhaps his fate was already sealed long ago.
In the end, re empty promises are made in a desolate frontier, empty promises, empty promises, happiness forever unfulfilled…
I really wish for a deep hug with you, then to turn around and leave. The love remains unchanged, yet so close to an oath of coldness, happiness disappears in the blink of an eye. From then on, alone, each day I close my door by myself, turn off the lights by myself. Actually, it’s not so bad, it’s just that the cold nights lack one’s warmth, just that happiness is no longer complete…
At the end of Heaven Sword, Zhou Zhiruo once asked Zhang Wuji this question among Xiao Zhao, Zhu Er, Zhao Min, and her, whom he truly loved. Zhang Wuji was overwheld by emotions, rembering that he had once asked himself this question; he just felt that, if he could live together and forever with the four ladies, wouldn’t he be carefree and happy?
However, as things changed over ti, Xiao Zhao went far to Persia to beco a leader; cousin Zhu Er passed away; Zhou Zhiruo deviated from the right path, only Miss Zhao stayed by his side. Although misunderstandings arose in between, he both loved and despised Zhao Min, but he had never stopped pining for her.
Yet, Zhou Zhiruo’s involvent always made him indecisive, never truly confronting his feelings. Until this mont, facing Zhao Min’s unspoken departure, he finally discovered that he couldn’t part with that mischievous Little Demoness. If he could not et her again in this lifeti, he was also determined not to go on living.
He finally found the answer deep in his heart; he always respected Zhou Zhiruo; he was grateful to Zhu Er; he had pity for Xiao Zhao, but it was only Zhao Min whom he deeply and truly loved.
People often only realize what they had lost too late, so people, so matters, thought to be just fleeting monts in life, assud to be forgotten in Jianghu, only to discover at the mont of parting, that those past events had long been rooted in the bottom of their hearts, unremovable, unforgettable.
Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl finally beca a couple, carefree outside of Jianghu, does he rember, there’s still a devoted woman who never forgot him, used up her youth, waiting a lifeti. Would he think back to that innocent face from years ago, would he rember, when they first t, she smiled and said, “My surna is Guo, a single character Xiang.”
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