Ji Qingshi bought her a new loose-leaf notebook, saying that tomorrow would be a new beginning, so she should use the new notebook. Let bygones be bygones.
She also planned to forget it. She feared that rereading those notes would make her miss Mo Yushen and want to go find him. Dragging things out wasn't her style.
However, she's becoming a little indecisive now.
Xi Jia knocked on Ji Qingshi's door, "Second Brother."
Ji Qingshi wasn't in the bedroom. Hearing the loud "Second Brother," he came out of his study and said, "He's here." Then, another wave of sadness washed over him. She couldn't hear him.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" he texted her.
Xi Jia checked her phone and replied: 【I need to talk to you, open the door.】
Ji Qingshi: [Turns around.]
Xi Jia turned around, and Ji Qingshi walked over.
Xi Jia: "Second brother, give me back the notebook that I shared with Mo Yushen. I'll return it to you tomorrow night. I want to look at it again, and then forget about him after the divorce the day after tomorrow, okay?"
So many emotions were stuck in his chest and throat, making it hard for Ji Qingshi to breathe. He nodded forcefully, gesturing for her to follow him to the study.
He locked those notebooks in a safe.
Ji Qingshi didn't know which book specifically recorded her relationship with Mo Yushen, so she asked Xi Jia to come and find it herself.
Xi Jia recognized it at a glance. She drew the second to last book and held it carefully. There were petals and leaves inside, and she was afraid they would fall out.
Ji Qingshi typed and sent her: 【How about we don't get a divorce? I'll call Mo Yushen, he'll understand.】
Xi Jia shook her head. "Goodnight, Second Brother." She left with her notebook in her hands.
As she left, she casually grabbed a roll of double-sided tape from Ji Qingshi's desk.
Back in her bedroom, Xi Jia found the new loose-leaf notebook, took out all the rose petals and leaves from the old notebook, and pasted them one by one into the new notebook.
This was the first rose that Mo Yushen gave her.
Later, when he had someone he liked, he would send flowers to that person. But the first time he sent flowers was to her.
Xi Jia stroked the petals, trying to comfort herself.
She used a pencil to write a small 'Mo' next to the first petal.
Once she loses her memory, I wonder if she will still realize that "Mo" is the surname of the man she loves.
Over the years, the screenplays she's written have featured broken relationships mended and long-awaited reunions. She understands that these stories don't exist in reality, so she wants to give them happy endings in her screenplays.
Mr. Yue's "The Rest of My Life" is a true reflection of human life.
Once you've separated, you've separated. If you meet again, you'll each have your own families and your own lives. All the love and hate, regrets and resentment, are buried in that time.
Xi Jia leaned against the headboard and began reading from the first page. Word by word. All her memories of Mo Yushen could only be recalled through these words.
Looking at some of the records, she couldn't help but smile.
On one page, Mo Yushen wrote his name very large; the characters "Zhou Mingqian" were almost magnified.
There's another page, exactly the opposite. The three characters "Mo Yushen" are so small they look like tiny sesame seeds; from a distance, they appear as three black dots.
She couldn't bear to look at the last page, so she started turning back to the first page.
This is the fifth time we've done it.
She hoped to remember Mo Yushen, even just a little bit.
Outside the window, the sky was turning white.
Xi Jia leaned against the cushion and dozed off for a while. When she woke up, she continued reading her notes.
Her phone vibrated. Ji Qingshi had sent her a message: "Cheng Weiming has a court hearing today and won't be back at the law firm until this evening. Go see him at six o'clock. Remember to return the notebook you took tonight."
Xi Jia opened her new notebook, which stated that she was going to sign the divorce agreement today and would divorce Mo Yushen tomorrow.
She picked up a pencil, turned to the middle page of her new notebook, and wrote a small "予" at the bottom of the page. Then she turned several dozen pages and wrote a small "深".
Chapter 53
Xi Jia spent the whole morning reviewing her notes. She had stayed up all night the night before, and by noon, she couldn't stay awake any longer; her eyelids were drooping. She made herself two cups of coffee and drank them down.
It's useless.
She was going to return the notebook to her second brother that evening, and she didn't want to waste any time.
I'm so sleepy, I can't hold on any longer.
I had spent a week straight in the mountains, and my body was severely depleted.
Xi Jia went to the dressing room and found a silk scarf. She tied one end to her wrist and the other end to her phone. She set an alarm for two hours later, which would vibrate every three minutes.
Before going to sleep, she prayed, hoping to dream of Mo Yushen. She hoped to hear his voice in her dream, and she also hoped that he could hug her.
This nap was so short, it lasted only a fleeting moment.
Too tired, no dreams.
My phone vibrated, and I took her wrist.
Xi Jia was startled.
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar bed, and nothing felt familiar.
Outside the window, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Xi Jia woke up and looked around the room. There was a piece of paper on the bedside table that read, "I'm staying at my second brother's house for the time being."
This is Ji Qingshi's home.
My phone vibrated again.
Xi Jia turned off the alarm.
I slept for two hours and received a lot of WeChat messages from the "The Rest of My Life" drama crew group.
Xi Jia untied her scarf and stared at the screen until her eyes ached. She left the group chat. Afterward, she deleted all her contacts one by one. Finally, under the delete button was Mo Yushen.
When it is confirmed, the fingertips are unsteady.
Delete it.
In the future, she will probably go abroad, to a place that has nothing to do with her current life. There, Mo Yushen will not be.
Xi Jia spent more than ten minutes cleaning up her contacts. In the end, only her family, Ye Qiu, and Wu Yang remained in her address book. She was back to where she started, back to her days abroad.
Zhou Mingqian saw the news of Xi Jia leaving the group during his lunch break. He hadn't paid attention to the messages in the main group; he was the group owner of the main creative team group, and they didn't chat much there.
He clicked on it, and what greeted his eyes was that line of glaring small print.
She actually deleted the group and left.
The film crew hasn't disbanded yet.
How heartless and meaningless must this woman be? So willful and self-centered!
Zhou Mingqian found Xi Jia's chat window and sent her a message: 【Xi Jia, how old are you! Are you still throwing a tantrum?!】
As a result, it couldn't be sent out.
It turns out that she had also deleted him from her friends list.
Zhou Mingqian was stunned for a long time.
He rubbed his stomach; it had started hurting yesterday, and the medicine hadn't helped.
Seeing that Zhou Mingqian was rubbing his stomach again, Yu An poured him a cup of hot water. "Director Zhou, drink more hot water."
Zhou Mingqian waved his hand, indicating he didn't want it.
Taking medicine is useless, and drinking water is of no use either.
Yu Anxin said, "It's not your stomach that hurts, it's your heart that hurts."
Zhou Mingqian stared at Yu An, wanting to ask her if Xi Jia had deleted her from his friends list. But the words wouldn't come out.
What is he worried about?
Yu An: "Director Zhou, what's wrong?"
Zhou Mingqian: "Is there something wrong with the medicine you bought?"
Yu An: "..."
This guy is probably crazy.
Yu An did not respond to the question about dementia.
For young men and women, the most painful thing is probably being separated by death.
She's experienced that feeling before. She understands how he feels now.
Yu An opened his phone's music player and played the theme song of "The Rest of My Life." Xi Jia had loved listening to this song while on set, and would often hum along.
Hopefully, this piece of music can relieve Zhou Mingqian's stomach pain.
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It was five o'clock in the evening.
Xi Jia left home and headed to the law firm.
She had no memory of Cheng Weimo.
Cheng Weimo arrived at the law firm before Xi Jia. He instructed his assistant to make coffee for Xi Jia, and he also told the assistant the exact ratio of sugar to milk.
He took the cigarettes and lighter and went outside.
The assistant frowned. The defense today didn't go well? But according to the group chat, they said they won.
Cheng Weimo rarely smokes, except when he's working overtime and is extremely tired.
Last night, Mo Yushen called him again, wanting to draft a divorce agreement. Just as he was about to offer some advice, Mo Yushen said something that Xi Jia couldn't hear at all.
In that instant, he was the one who lost his hearing.
Xi Jia arrived as promised. The office door was open, and she knocked.