Unexpectedly, this former teacher turned current live streamer became extremely popular in no time.He said, "Leaving the countryside, departing from our hometown, relocating to the city for the sake of livelihood, education, healthcare, or many other reasons. However, the painful realization is that, the city often can't accommodate our souls, and the countryside can't accommodate our physical bodies. Eventually, we came to realize that we couldn't return to our hometowns, nor could we reach distant places."He didn't mention the elderly man's oranges explicitly, but the order volume for his oranges increased rapidly.Netizens said they weren't buying the oranges he recommended; they were buying the longing for their hometown.Finally, I understood why Steve had recommended him to me. This was the power of words.To prevent issues like delayed deliveries or less-than-fresh fruits, I arranged for company employees to stay in the elderly man's orchard to address any problems prompt
I turned around, following his pointing finger, and saw a man in a white shirt standing not far away. He had an apron tied around his waist, and his once handsome face now bore a light stubble. It had been several years, and he had aged considerably, looking less like a man approaching his thirties and more like a middle-aged person whose edges had been smoothed by life.When Nash noticed me, he clearly froze in his tracks. I knew he had recognized me. He approached; his steps somewhat unsteady. Steve whispered to me that it was due to the aftereffects of a car accident he had been in, where he didn't receive timely treatment.He greeted Steve naturally, then turned to me. "Wendy, it's been a long time."I nodded slightly and smiled softly. "Long time no see, Nash.""You've changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you."I knew he was just being polite. The video of Steve confessing to me had gone viral that day, and it was all over the internet. Anyone who went online would ha
While I was actively preparing for my wedding, my mom told me that Nash had committed suicide. He died on Thanksgiving night. His parents' cries were deafening. My dad quickly put on his clothes and rushed over, fearing that the two elderly people would have problems, as there was no one to take care of them at home. There was a suicide note on Nash's table, which read: "If I could start over, things would be better."I didn't care if Nash had a second chance at life. What I knew was that such a selfish person, no matter how many times they started anew, would never attain a perfect life. Life inherently carries regrets, but he consistently placed blame on others for all his mistakes. Such an individual was destined not to find happiness.Not long after, his parents moved out of the house next door to mine. Their large mansion was completely empty.My wedding was held on Christmas Day as planned. On that day, I met Steve. I invited everyone I knew from my school days to attend my we
"Can you share Nash’s contact info with me?" The girl who was well-known around campus lightly poked my arm.Near the classroom window, a figure came into view.It was 17-year-old Nash Xander.I suddenly snapped back to my senses, clutching my chest and gasping for breath."What's the matter with you?" The person who poked me was my desk mate, Yvonne Quinn, who had just transferred here a week ago and was crowned as the most beautiful girl on campus.In my previous life, she had been just as carefree and self-assured, declaring, "Give me his contact info, and I'll have him in a week."Back then, I had dismissed it as mere boasting.But that very evening, I witnessed her seated on the table, sharing a kiss with Nash.The plaster statue that should have been on the table tumbled to the ground, breaking into pieces.I was reborn!I found myself transported back to a time when tragedies hadn’t unfolded yet. I clenched my hands, battling to suppress the quiver in my voice. "Sure, I
This path was undeniably challenging, but regardless of how tough it might get, I was determined to give it a shot. I had faith in myself!I overheard Yvonne boasting to someone, "Oh, come on, Nash is just a guy others hype up. In reality, he doesn't know anything; he's just a bit of an art geek."On that note, if it weren't for the fact that he's participated in so many competitions, his reputation, and the fact that he's reasonably good-looking, who would be willing to be with him?"A fellow classmate chimed in, "Cut it out, Yvonne. If you're going to brag, at least be realistic. He's a top student. Do you really think he'd be interested in you? You're probably just a fun distraction for him because you have the reputation of being a campus hottie."Yvonne snorted, "You guys are just jealous. Who cares if he's a top student? I can win him over anytime."To prove whether he's genuinely interested in me or not, that's simple. Just wait and see."The classmate added, "I heard he's
Mrs. Xander walked in followed by our homeroom teacher, her face stern and icy."Who is Yvonne?" she demanded, her sharp gaze scanning the room. None of the students dared to make a sound.Yvonne, seated next to me, furrowed her brow and swiftly tapped a few times on her phone, then stood up calmly."That would be me. How may I help you?"Mrs. Xander scrutinized Yvonne from head to toe with her slender brows furrowed. Yvonne's face gradually turned red, and she appeared somewhat flustered."It's you, the one who's dating my son every day, leading him into mischief?"Yvonne instinctively denied it, but before she could say more, Mrs. Xander slapped her across the face."Your tricks won't work with me. Do you think I don't know what you're up to? You're so young, yet so cunning!"Yvonne, with a red mark from Mrs. Xander's five fingers on her beautiful face, stared in disbelief at Mrs. Xander and shouted loudly, "You old hag, who gave you the right to hit me?"Mrs. Xander coldly
I paid no attention to all of this and dedicated all my time to my studies. Whenever I encountered something I didn't understand, I would seek guidance from my teachers. My parents even hired a private tutor for me. After school each day, I focused on strengthening my weaker subjects.Following the second mock exam, my grades improved significantly, and I secured a place in the top ten students in the entire grade.My homeroom teacher called me into her office, his face filled with pride but tinged with a hint of regret as he patted my shoulder."Your friendship with Nash has always been excellent. It's a shame."Another teacher chimed in, "He's such a talented student! Yet, that Yvonne doesn't seem to study at all, and she's influencing good students."I quietly left the office, passing by the hallway where I spotted Nash and Yvonne sharing a cigarette. Yvonne exhaled a puff of orange-scented smoke in Nash's direction, kissed him, and then handed him the half-smoked cigarette.N
Nash chose a different path for his youth in this lifetime, allowing himself to fall into decadence. However, I couldn't afford that luxury; I had to strive upward to fulfill my dreams.I glanced around, my eyes gradually adjusting to the prolonged darkness, allowing me to faintly discern the contours of the equipment room. This room had only two exits—one was the door behind me, and the other, a narrow window.As darkness descended, I couldn't afford to delay any longer. I fumbled around and found a baseball bat, using it to strike the glass window. The shattering sound was piercing, but at this hour, there was no one left on the campus to take notice.I carefully climbed up through the window frame, feeling a bit dizzy as I went. The equipment room was on the second floor, and below the window, there was nothing but a concrete floor—no grass in sight.Sitting on the windowsill, I felt on the verge of tears. If there had been a grassy area below, I might have risked jumping. I tri