“She said… ‘Braised pork rice’ doesn’t actually mean ‘braised pork’… I misunderstood… It’s always been calling it ‘Lu Liu’… You’re the one who taught it…”
The girl kept crying softly. She had been holding it in for so long that her voice had become hoarse. She cried softly, even when she lost consciousness, she was still enduring it.
"Yan hope...do you...regret...saying you wanted to be with me...?"
He said, "Aheng, Aheng, we're going to university together."
Together, very far together, going to school together, coming home from school together, eating together, watching cartoons together, holding hands and walking forward together.
Four years ago, when Lu Liu left, he gave him a clumsy parrot. He taught it to speak, but it couldn't say anything except the name "Lu Liu." These two words were taught to it by Lu Liu. This bird was not much better than a canary. Even if he released it after giving it medicine, it couldn't leave. It could only stay by his side for a long time, reminding him that there was a person in the world named Lu Liu.
He sighed softly, frowned, his eyes clear and calm, and said, "Aheng, although I don't know how much you mean by 'like you very much,' if you can wait a little longer, wait for me, I want to be with you."
"I want to try, I really, really like you."
Chapter 59
He carried her along that road for an unknown amount of time.
Ahead, those familiar faces, laughing and singing, eventually became a gray backdrop in the morning mist, much like the souls he captured in every camera lens.
It's over. The person on his back, who treated him so well, seems to be just a memory from his youth, like Lu Liu, like Lin Wanwan.
There is no difference.
Before I knew it, I was disappointed in him, and then I let go and went away.
Even if he says, "I want to like you very much," it won't make a difference.
Thus, this thought became his last impression of Ah Heng from that year, which he could recall much later.
She was on his back, and all that remained of their skin in contact was the sweat forced out by their body heat.
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Her father called her and offered his advice.
She hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Dad, let me think about it some more."
She received the call when she woke up in the morning.
After a hangover, my throat is dry and my head feels heavy.
Ah Heng held the application form, flipping through it while rubbing her temples.
Is Z a big university?
It's a very good school, located in H City, very close to Wushui.
*Smack*
Bright red blood dripped onto the book.
I covered my nose and ran to the bathroom.
Drinking too much alcohol, especially when the weather is dry, makes it seem like it's particularly easy for it to leak out.
She washed her nose with water, diluting the red blood, then tilted her head back and patted her forehead.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Yan hope's big eyes.
Ah Heng was startled and tried to lower her head, but he stopped her.
"Don't move." He frowned, his fingers were cold, and he gently patted her forehead.
"Why am I getting a nosebleed?" the boy muttered. "I heard from others that only children get nosebleeds on their own."
Her lips were dry and chapped. She licked them, but there was a hint of blood in them. Frustrated, she said, "I'll never drink again next time."
Getting drunk has countless side effects.
Headaches and nosebleeds are minor issues.
However, it's not good to listen to things you shouldn't hear and then believe things you shouldn't believe.
"Yanxi, Si'er said something to me yesterday," Aheng said slowly. "She said..."
"Don't believe me," he said calmly.
"Um?"
He gazed at the faint bloodstains under her nose, his palm pressed against her forehead, the cool, soft touch clear and distinct, repeating it once more.
"Don't believe me if I didn't tell you myself."
oh.
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Considering Yan hope's grades, Aheng thought it best to apply to Tsinghua University. It's a comprehensive university with a good balance between arts and sciences, and while Yan hope is more interested in humanities, Aheng was determined to study medicine.
Zai Zai's illness has always been a thorn in her side.
I told him, and the boy puffed out his cheeks—I heard that the ribs served at T University's cafeteria are terrible.
She glanced at him—Baidu's ribs are delicious, but why don't you get the top score in the college entrance exam? Mediocre grades, and so much nonsense.
The boy, with tears in his eyes, said, "T University it is! But Ah Heng, let me make this clear first: I absolutely will not live in the student dorms; I'm going home to eat and sleep."
Okay, okay, let's go home. I'll make you some ribs.
She looked at him with a doting smile.
She said, "Yanxi, I hope you won't get tired of it."
He laughed—Aheng, those are spare ribs, spare ribs, Yan hope's favorite spare ribs.
Suddenly, upon hearing those words, I felt a stirring in my heart.
My absolute favorite.
How rare it is to hear such things from him.
She seemed to be constantly trying to give him everything she had within the space she possessed.
However, it's uncertain whether this space is sufficient to grant him freedom.
She is Aheng, who can make Yanxi's favorite spare ribs.
No, it's my dearest Ah Heng.
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The last day to submit college applications was his birthday.
Their completed college application forms were stacked together on the glass coffee table.
That's where they often did their homework together; it's a great spot where they could sneak peeks at the TV.
She said, "Yanxi, after we celebrate your birthday, we'll go hand in our college application forms."
He nodded, "Sure, that's a good idea."
On that day, almost all of my friends came.
A huge cake, adorned with vibrant, blooming sunflowers, was treated like a toy by them, and almost the entire cake was smashed on him.
He smiled innocently and slyly, turning a blind eye and letting them make a scene.
"Yan hope, you're still the same as before, utterly vulnerable."
A voice as clear and gentle as flowing water drew everyone's attention. Outside the door stood a young man who, from a distance, resembled a single piece of Hetian white jade.
The brushstrokes are delicate and freehand, flowing flawlessly.
“Lu Liu.” Chen Juan was stunned. He stood up, put down the sweet cake in his hand, and looked like a helpless child.
"Long time no see." The young man nodded slightly, his eyes looking at everyone like the calm, still waters of an ancient well.
He showed no joy, no anger, always maintained composure, and always remained gentle and tolerant.
Lu Liu, this is Lu Liu...
This was the first time Aheng had met Lu Liu.
Much later, she realized that this person was the greatest calamity in her life besides Yan hope.
Without glancing to the side, he walked toward Yan hope. In the indoor light, a spot on the middle finger of his right hand gleamed with a cold, silvery light.
Tiffany.
The man glanced at Yan hope's right hand—pale and empty—lifted his chin, looked down at him, and asked casually,
"Where's the ring I gave you?"
A hostile confrontation that is completely different from his kind and indifferent attitude towards everyone.
Yan hope shook off the boy's hand, wiped the cream off her face, but could only make out those beautiful big eyes—"Throw it away."
The boy's gaze instantly captivated, his eyes gleaming with a deep blue.
He pursed his thin lips, removed the ring from his right hand—that cold thing—turned around, and casually handed it to Aheng.
"Nice to meet you, Wen Heng. This is just a small gift."
The sleeves of the iron-gray suit with a hint of blue, the hands of Hetian jade, and the noble and elegant ring.
She raised her head slightly, but her eyes suddenly started to hurt.
it hurts.
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They drank a lot of alcohol.
Ah Heng felt stuffy and went outside for some fresh air. There were two people standing in the corridor.
Pink, and bluish-green.
The sound was shrouded in mist, impenetrable.
"If you're okay, come back to America with me."
Give me a reason.