Chapter Sixteen

In Classics, well, Classics again, I sat in the last penultimate row.

Bella and Edward sat in front of me, Alice and Jasper sat behind me, and to my left were Emmett and Rosalie, and I have to say, I was in a very delicate position, just about surrounded by the Cullen family.

Bella's whole being was much more relaxed after falling in love with Edward, it was no longer as depressing as it had been before, and that was actually nice. Maybe that was the wonder of love Edward could make.

She likes Fox.

The TV was playing Romeo and Juliet, and I was drifting off to sleep, but I couldn't go to sleep, Ms. Betty's eyes were very sharp, and I didn't want to be called up to recite the excerpts, it would embarrass me and I still wanted to save face.

Ms. Betty was obsessed with Romeo and Juliet, she loved Shakespeare's writing, and I quietly popped a piece of chocolate in my mouth when she wasn't looking.

There was a sudden poke in the back, and at the same time a ball of paper flew over next to me. The Cullen kids were always taciturn, and I looked over to see this Emmett guy grinning at me with the smile of a shark sniffing out a fishy smell.

"Lancy!" Behind me was Alice's whispered call.

Out of an inexplicable self-consciousness, I was sure they wanted chocolate. I watched the TV screen with a serious face on my face and handed the chocolate to the table in my hand, a little bit of nervousness that was very new to me.

"Thanks Lancy!" Alice even sounded light and playful, and I pursed my lips and smiled softly.

Because of this little episode, I got through my Classics class that quickly for the first time.

I couldn't leave Jacob alone for a few more days until the end of the week. Based on my past statistics, people who have lost their love will ramble on once they have free time, and hands down, I drew up a plan on how to help Jacob get out of the shadow of his lost love. But I think I still underestimated Jacob's shadow area. Why else would this guy be able to do it in front of my carefully selected comedy movie? The corners of his mouth didn't even move. What went wrong? I scratched my head in confusion. Clearly, this was a highly rated comedy movie recommended by a classmate. It was awkward to contrast this cold atmosphere with the witty scenes on the screen.

As a result, I didn't watch the movie properly, but thinking about it, if I had been the only one laughing, the scene wouldn't have been any better than it is now. So what went wrong? I couldn't figure it out. Obviously, watching comedy movies didn't rank too low, and I also referred to the 35% of the lost love crowd would choose to overeat. Of course, overeating is not good for the body, so these days, in addition to contracting the Blake family's three meals, I also just tried to make some small snacks for Jacob. As a result, the result is very little, even food can't cure Jacob. It's true that things are not as simple as I thought. I bit the pencil, by the way, after the comedy movie to hit the

made an x.

"Jacob! Let's go stargazing!" I said excitedly to Jacob as I grabbed his wrist.

"Stargazing? " Jacob froze and then laughed. He laughed? Well, I quickly learned that he was laughing at me, "Lancy, Fox can't see the star house.

"Why?" I asked, blinking, confused. But I soon realized that Forks had less sunshine and more cloudy days, so where else could you see the stars? But I wasn't willing to just give up.

"So, can we see the sunrise?" I asked.

Jacob did some serious thinking now, and he mused, "I don't know about that, but Lancy, no one would come to Forks just to see the sun.

Sunlight is too much of a luxury for Forks, so even fewer people would chase the sun in Forks.

But that's okay, my eyes lit up, "Then you go with me! Go to the mountains and wait for the sunrise.

I didn't wait for Jacob to open his mouth to continue, "I haven't camped or stayed in a tent yet. I think this will be a good experience, Jacob, will you accompany me?"

"Lancy, it's not safe in the mountains. "Jacob wrinkled his nose, he seemed quite unable to understand my sudden thoughts, "And you won't necessarily be able to wait for the sun.

"But if you don't go, you won't necessarily see it." I purposely lowered my head and muttered in a small voice, with a little bit of longing, supplemented by a little bit of expectation, and a tiny bit of resignation, "I haven't seen the sunrise yet."

Jacob was silent.

"Well, I'll go with you." He rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

YES! I knew he would say yes, and was surprised that I would be so sure. But when I actually heard it, my heart was too sheepish for words at the moment. I was, like, touched by this guy. Just a little, of course.

The corners of my mouth curved up gently, unable to contain the little joy I felt inside, "Thank you, Jacob. A thank you for being willing to accompany me to all these inexplicable things. I know this thought is beyond precious. Despite my preparations, as Jacob said, I couldn't wait for the sun in Forks, which was immersed in two waters, and the sky seemed to suddenly lighten up, like a block of gray glass gradually becoming translucent under the cuts of time.

I didn't wait for the sun, but I wasn't disappointed because I noticed that Jacob was in a much better mood. That's just how I felt.

That was good. Billy was worried about Jacob too, I could tell.

As I descended the hill, I mumbled on Jacob's back, still a little chilly, so I tightened my arms and let my face press against the back of his neck to draw in the warmth. And then drifted off to sleep.

The time was quickly approaching the Saturday we were to leave for New York.

I hadn't been on an airplane before, and neither had Jacob, and this was his first time leaving the land of Forks.

To reassure Billy, I assured him that I would take care of Jacob, but just as I finished, Jacob placed himself in the car with my bulging backpack, and under Billy's watchful eye with a smirk, I cleared my throat and coughed, saying that I would keep Jacob safe.

"You don't need to keep Jacob safe, Lancy, you all need to be safe." Billy urged, pulling me first.

Turning to Jacob again, he explained, "It's good to get out and relax." Jacob had been low in the past few days. He had seen in his eyes. What was the reason he, as a father, could guess, but there are some things that can't be forced. Billy patted his son's hand.

"Go have a good time with Lancy for a couple of days." Billy started to rush Jacob as I dragged the guy away.

Getting in the car, I rolled down the window and waved at Billy, he nodded at me and I always felt like he knew something in his wise gaze.

"Jacob look!" I sat on the business side of the car, pulling him in for a moment, "Does this look like a little free cookie?"

"What does this one look like to you? I think it kind of looks like a star, and that is the horn."

I pointed to the clouds outside and gestured to him, "I'll just make star cookies next time too.

"Lancy, you're always thinking about food." He blushed a little and I touched his forehead with some concern, "Jacob, are you not feeling well, is it airsickness?"

"Hmm." He nodded uncertainly as if he hadn't thought of airsickness before, his reaction was a little slow, but I found him a little cute like that.

I fished out the airsickness pills from my backpack, unwrapped them and handed them to him, and asked for a glass of water, which he swallowed, and then I told him to rest with his eyes closed, and not to pull him to look at the clouds outside the window.

[Dear Lancy:

I can't put into words how shocked I am. You know, I'm just a plain, ordinary person, and not too long ago, maybe I could have been considered a plain, ordinary soul, and didn't have much of a dream.

But now, I think it's great to be rich.

Although my hobby is not collecting antiques, nor do I love extravagant luxury cars, the light of the crystal lamps still swayed in the bottom of my eyes, and it was as if I had an epiphany at that moment, that with money, you can eat countless delicious things in this world.

I wonder if I could negotiate with Theresa to get a lot of money in my afterlife.

Although it's not the current me which makes me feel a bit shortchanged, but what if the in the afterlife is still me? It wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

I fantasize from time to time, because I am the creator of fantasies, but the life I am living now is not my own, not something I can grasp.

Of course, I will love you very much and will not let you fade away.

May you be well, and I hope to hear from you.

80th day of prayers for you]