Angel Has Never Left II

Author: Mo Keke / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: Another pure, beautiful, and youthful love story. The plot is full of romance, and the language is simple, suitable for young boys and girls who love romantic dreams. White sandy beaches, a golden ocean! A girl in a white chiffon long dress walks along the shore, her blue hair cascading down to her waist like seaweed. Her snow-white bare feet are wet with golden waves up to her ankles. Facing the sea breeze, her long hair flutters in the wind. The girl raises her arms, her pale, translucent slender fingers covering her eyelids, casting a shadow over her eyes. In the distance, a pirate ship floats on the golden ocean. The black skull and crossbones flag flutters in the sea breeze, held high by a ten-meter flagpole at the front of the ship. The girl raises her arms, standing tall against the wind. The howling, damp sea breeze flutters her hair, and her clothes open.
Teng Teng gasped for breath and woke up in the middle of a dream. She reached out and touched her face, feeling wet. "Ah, it was just a dream, a strange one. What does this dream mean?" It was like a fantasy story, with mysterious and distant plotlines that were hard to decipher. She glanced out the window and saw the horizon turning pale. Just as she had dried her face, tears streamed down again. Teng Teng tightly curled up in bed, like a tiny shrimp. "Zheng, where are you? Why haven’t you appeared yet? Do you know how much I miss you? Without you, I’m so lonely, so helpless. Please, come back!"
A new day had begun, but for Teng Teng, it was both a new hope and another day of disappointment. In the past few days, she had never given up on searching for Zheng. No one knew where he had gone, where he might be, how he was doing, or if he was still alive. No one had ever mentioned anything about Zheng to Teng Teng. Han Xu Zheng—just like he had vanished from the face of the earth, never to be seen again.
After dressing, Teng Teng left her home. She still lived in Zheng’s house, still slept in the bed he had once slept in, still did housework, and still bought groceries and cooked meals. But the house no longer felt the same. With Zheng gone, it had become so quiet and cold. Sometimes, while cooking, Teng Teng would talk to herself, imagining Zheng standing behind her, smirking and watching her secretly. But when she turned around to call his name, she realized it was only her alone.
Teng Teng often had such hallucinations: every time she opened the door, she felt like Zheng was inside, sitting there waiting for her to come back, wanting to surprise her. But every time she opened the door, she was met with an empty room and silent furniture. Sometimes, she would talk to her little rabbit, "Little Rabbit, tell me, will your Zheng brother come back? If he will, you blink your eyes; if not, you never blink your eyes, okay?" Little Rabbit blinked her eyes in coordination, then finally closed them, not wanting to watch Teng Teng’s foolishness. Teng Teng cheered happily, clapping her hands, "That’s great! Zheng will definitely come back. Little Rabbit, let’s wait for him together! We can’t give up!"
Yes, we can’t give up! Pu Teng Teng is the best, Pu Teng Teng is brave—nothing can defeat her! Come on!!
How big is a small city? It’s definitely possible to find Zheng! In the past half month, she had almost run through all the hospitals in the city. Every time she went to a hospital, she would rush straight to the cardiac ward, perhaps Zheng was being treated there, enduring the pain alone without Teng Teng by his side. But she had searched every hospital, every ward, and there was no trace of Zheng. Teng Teng panicked. She couldn’t believe Zheng would be so heartless as to abandon her, couldn’t believe they would never see each other again. She didn’t believe it—she refused to believe it.
The sunlight was dazzling. Teng Teng, with her backpack, stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her face flushed red from the sun, looking adorable. But her brows were tightly furrowed, her expression serious, her eyes filled with melancholy. The bus arrived, and she hesitated, watching as the passengers boarded one by one. The driver shouted at her, "Girl, do you want to get on or not? If not, I’m leaving!" Teng Teng timidly glanced at the driver, slowly took a step forward, bit her lips, and finally jumped onto the bus.
She found a seat in the back and sat down. She couldn’t help but feel nervous, her palms gradually sweating. This was a direct bus. Destination—cemetery.
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