"Enter for new line does not need translation, return as is, all other Chinese should be translated into English: Break blue

Author: Mao Lishuai
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: The drifting leaves, the blue sky, the blue air—everything was so transparent and blue, so intoxicatingly blue—that was the unique beauty of summer. Fei walked through the familiar campus, feeling a sense of warmth. The leaves still retained the fresh green of spring but had grown more mature; the flowers were enchanting like a beauty emerging from seclusion; the low-lying grass was adorably green, making one reluctant to step on it. After the summer break, a new semester had finally arrived, signaling the start of the important senior year. Thinking of this, Fei couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sorrow in her heart. As she wandered through the beautiful campus, Fei had unintentionally become one of its most beautiful scenery lines. She wore a sky-blue dress with flowing sleeves; her hair was tied in a bun with a pink-blue ribbon, looking clean and youthful; a necklace with a blue "heart" hung around her neck, with layers of different shades of blue gradually converging at the center, making it very charming; Fei wore a blue Winnie the Pooh watch on her hand, as if to tell everyone, "I’m still that little kid who loves comics and cartoons, always hoping to watch cartoons all day." She seemed to have become an embodiment of blue, merging into this sea of blue.
"Ah, I see you’ve really picked the right surname—so obsessed with blue. If the school were to hold an election for the 'Blue Maniac,' you’d definitely be the top candidate. But blue is too melancholic for you. Why do you love blue so much?" Her close friend Qiao Shilin always teased her like this. Whenever this happened, Fei would tilt her head, spread her hands, shrug her shoulders playfully, and pretend to be helpless. Was it fate’s? Fei seemed to have been born loving blue, and it had never changed since she was a child. The blue sky, the blue sea—even the earth and the birds in her world were blue. Maybe it was because of her surname. Sometimes, even Fei couldn’t help but think this way, but she couldn’t figure out why she loved blue so much—a color that was so profound, melancholic, yet transparent, pure, and filled with happiness.
Without realizing it, Fei had already arrived at the entrance of Senior 3 (3) class.
"Fei, come quickly!" The voice was so loud that it was obvious it was the mischievous Shilin. Fei immediately replied, "Coming!" Shilin was surrounded by a group of people, and before she even appeared, her melodic voice was already heard: "Do you know? Two new students have joined our class this time! I just went to the office and saw them—they’re both boys!" As she said "two," Shilin kept waving her own two "claws" in front of everyone. Even worse, when she mentioned "boys," she couldn’t help but lower her voice and laugh.
A chorus of chatter erupted, "Are they handsome?" "What are their names?" "How tall are they?" The scene was chaotic. Shilin clapped her hands and said, "Stop making noise, and I’ll tell you slowly—" She cleared her throat and couldn’t help but build suspense, but the listeners wouldn’t let her stop. One by one, they leaned in, ready to listen intently. Some girls even grabbed each other’s hands, some so tightly that their palms turned red. Others clasped their hands over their chests, praying. What could be done? Even God would probably just laugh at their behavior, helpless to intervene. They were truly too nervous!
"Qiao Shilin, quickly say something! We’re almost dying of anticipation!" Many people suppressed their frustration and whispered complaints, showing extreme dissatisfaction with the speaker.
"Ah, actually, I’m not sure if I should say this." Shilin continued her one-person show, while Fei secretly laughed in the side. She didn’t care about such things; she just enjoyed watching Qiao Shilin, the living treasure, tease others in her free time, as if watching a comedy. It was like adding a pinch of tomato sauce to her stressful study life—life was more flavorful when it had both bitterness and sweetness.
"Aargh!" Suddenly, Shilin let out a scream. It was unclear who was too nervous, but someone had mercilessly used the "Nine Yin White Bone Claws" on her arm. Now, her arm was marked like an imprint, pale with a hint of red. Shilin, forced to the brink, shouted, "Stop grabbing me! Okay, okay, I’ll say it! I heard—they’re a pair of brothers. Their names—I’m not sure, but both of them are about the same height, probably around 1.8 meters tall. They’re both slim and tall. Ah, they’re really brothers, right?"
At a critical moment, Shilin suddenly started giving her own opinions, and the women were so desperate they almost wanted to strangle her.
"They just want to know how they look! Just say it!" The faces of the women twisted, and their voices were almost identical. The momentum was like the Eighth Route Army during the War of Resistance against Japan—brave and fierce when facing the Japanese army.
"They’re just—so handsome—" Shilin’s eyes darted around, deliberately dragging out the tone to tease everyone.
"Quickly say it!" If this continued, everyone would lose fifty years of life.
"Too—handsome!" Shilin clasped her hands together, acting as if praying, her words becoming incoherent and faster and faster, until even she didn’t know what she was saying. "One handsome is already enough, but why are both of them so handsome? This handsome, that handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome! So handsome it’s unbearable, handsome to the point of world explosion, handsome to the point of jumping off a building! In short—just amazing!" Her eyes sparkled with a daydreaming look.
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