She turned and left, whispering, "Happy birthday."
She said, "This is not a suitable place for you to live. Once the problem is solved, move out as soon as possible."
In her room, Ah Heng made herself some instant noodles, ate some cake, and sat on a small stool near the TV, taking delicate bites.
I hit the back of my head on the ground and got a bump. It hurt a lot. When I rubbed it, the bump didn't go away, but tears came out.
On the old television, the person was a double image, and the faint sound of a piano, drowned out by the television's static, was damnably gentle.
Ah Heng took a sip of soup, her eyes fixed on Chu Yun, whose radiant eyes and brows shone like flowers amidst the piano music.
Someone knocked gently on the door. Ah Heng looked through the peephole and saw it was a waitress.
She opened the door, and the man handed her a bag of sausages and a green orange.
She said that putting ham in the noodles makes them taste much better.
Ah Heng thanked him repeatedly.
The man pointed at DJ YAN on the TV and laughed, "You kids just like good-looking people."
Ah Heng laughed loudly, pounded the bed, and said, "Sister, I know him, do you believe me?"
The man rolled his eyes. "I even know Leslie Cheung."
Ah Heng buried her face in the blanket, her shoulders trembling silently.
The man was stunned. Was it really that funny?
That's hilarious, sister, so funny.
The next day, the snow cleared up and the weather warmed up considerably.
She broke up with Gu Feibai peacefully with just one sentence.
She said, "Gu Feibai, if I said that if I hadn't met you on the overpass, I might have become a prostitute, would you still want me now that you see me again?"
Gu Feibai remained silent.
Of course he wouldn't dare.
Gu Feibai is a germaphobe.
Just as he described, it was love at first sight. This feeling came so intensely, so inexplicably, and so driving him crazy.
So, if she weren't the poetic and picturesque girl he met back then, and had just lost all her support, becoming one of the lowest strata of society, while he was depressed and anxious under the daily gazes of contempt and ridicule, and had such a beautiful and dazzling childhood sweetheart by his side, someone of equal social standing, how long could his persistence last?
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Lu Liu said that Chu Yun was not bad.
Of course, these words were said to Yan hope.
Yan hope lowered his head, sat on the sofa, and flipped through his textbook. He asked casually, "What do you mean?"
Lu Liu smiled, got up, walked to the kitchen, familiarly took out the coffee pot, put on gloves, adjusted the temperature, looked at the brown liquid warming by the fire, leaned against the door and asked him—Yan hope, would you like some coffee?
Yan hope nodded, slightly rolled up the cuffs of his white sweater, and didn't look up—"No candy, thank you."
Lu Liu bent down to take a cup from the cabinet, but suddenly narrowed his long eyes and looked at a shiny silver piece below the cabinet.
It's used to support the cabinet and keep it balanced.
I took it out, brushed off the dust, and it turned out to be a Tiffany ring.
It was somewhat amusing. I picked it out and tossed it onto the glass coffee table—Yan hope, you actually used the things I gave you to pad things.
Yan hope pinched his index finger and thumb together, squinted, looked, was stunned, and then started laughing. His throat and chest heaved, and he looked extremely happy.
He said, "Lu Liu, this isn't mine. My one was lost by the braised pork rice shop a long time ago."
Lu Liu picked it up and looked at the back; it had the letters LL on it.
Land flow.
It was indeed something he had worn for three years without ever taking it off, which he later gave to that person as a gift, and then that person took it... to use as a pad for a cabinet.
Yan hope laughed until she was breathless, her eyes crinkling, and the pen between her fingers drew irregular blue lines on the thick book.
Lu Liu loosened his tie, his brows furrowed, and his expression was unreadable.
He said, "Yanxi, you're not young anymore. You need to have a relationship and find a woman."
Yan hope laughed, ignoring him, slipped the ring onto her index finger, hooked it, and played with it. The bright light made her innocent eyes and brows appear even more radiant.
Lu Liu asked, "How's Chu Yun? Don't you have a strong liking for her?"
Yan hope nodded, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Yes, but I haven't found a good opportunity to confess to her yet."
Lu Liu smiled calmly—Don't let a woman disturb your mind. I think she's already secretly fallen for you; it's a piece of cake, no need to hesitate.
Yan hope rolled his eyes—What does this have to do with you? If you're so bored, go find a woman.
Lu Liu smiled noncommittally, took out a coffee pot, poured two cups of black coffee, handed one to him, and said calmly, "You know very well what my sexual orientation is."
Yan Xi, = =, bro, I misspoke, it was about finding... a man, right?
Lu Liu took a sip of coffee, but frowned slightly—Yan hope, your tastes are getting more and more eccentric.
Yan hope leaned back against the sofa cushions, his long legs propped up on the coffee table. He put his coffee in his mouth, sipped it, and smiled—like drinking water, only he knew whether it was hot or cold.
On the night Yan hope finished his final exams, he took Chu Yun out to dinner.
He said, "Chu Yun, I can spoil you so much that all the women in the world will envy you. Would you be willing to have a relationship with me?"
Chu Yun held his chopsticks, remaining silent.
Yan hope said, "I can only have you as my woman for the rest of my life. I will never forget anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's Day, Christmas, or any other day. I wonder if you will be satisfied with that."
Chu Yun looked up, surprised, and said, "You want to... marry me?"
Yan hope smiled and looked at her—"You can be a little more reserved, I don't mind."
Chu Yun pointed at him, her mouth agape—"You, you, you, Yan hope, have you lost your mind?"
Yan hope said I didn't, but let's date.
Chu Yun almost screamed, but bit her finger and asked, "Yan hope, can you love me?"
Yan hope thought for a moment, then nodded. "I can. I can love you so much that I would entrust my life to you."
She shook her head violently, tears welling in her eyes. She said, "You don't need to love me like that. Just a little is enough. I don't deserve that much, but it can make up for the rest of my love."
Yan hope lowered his head, listened attentively, and softly said okay.
She choked up and buried her head in her knees, crying—I thought the female lead always had a tragic fate and would hardly win the male lead's love until the very end.
Yan hope laughed loudly, "We're probably a light comedy."
Beautiful women, handsome men, princesses, princes—the same ideals, the same frequency.
Then, a small flutter of the heart, ambiguity, and over time, feelings blossomed.
Chu Yun shed tears. For the first time, she didn't drink at the street food stall and gently hugged the boy.
She said, "Darling, I truly feel that I am the icing on the cake in your life."
Yan hope was stunned, then hugged him back, a small tenderness in her eyes, a smile on her face. Yes, you always have been.
Chu Yun stared at him blankly. This is the first time you've been so gentle with me.
So much tenderness, all that remains are the eyes in the spring of March.
Yan hope smiled and said, "I've always been very gentle, loving both the young and the elderly, but you just haven't noticed."
Suddenly, I remembered a few days ago.
He received a phone call after singing "My Prayer".
That person said,
Xiao hope, please don't do anything to upset her anymore. Don't let her think about you again. I beg you, please let her go.
That sorrowful, restrained voice sounded like it was coming from a dream.
He laughed, coaxing the person on the other end of the phone, "Auntie, it won't happen again, I was wrong, it won't happen again. I want her to be happy, right? I will."
Chapter 72
Chapter 72
When Aheng went to the counselor's office to apply for a change of dormitory, Du Qing happened to be moving out of the dormitory.
The counselor was puzzled. "What's wrong? Did you have a fight in your dorm?"
Du Qingxiao: Teacher, you're overthinking it. My mom says she doesn't see me all the time and wants me to go home. Aheng... Aheng... she didn't want to change dorms.
After saying that, he pulled Ah Heng out of the office.
Ah Heng shook off her hand, put it behind her back, and looked at her quietly without saying a word.
Du Qing raised her eyebrows. "You don't need to do this. Everyone's hearts are still with you. They searched for you all night after you left yesterday. You don't need to move away for... me."
Ah Heng said, "I broke up with Gu Feibai."
He slightly raised his eyes, a helpless yet gentle smile playing on his lips.
Wishing you a long and happy marriage.
Du Qing leaned against the wall, head bowed, her voice cold and clear—You said yesterday that you would never forgive me in this lifetime, didn't you…
Ah Heng is honest—that's the truth. I will never forgive you. If possible, I never want to see you again.
Du Qing remained silent for a long while before tossing her hair, looking up, and saying, "Can I hold your hand again?"
Ah Heng thought for a moment, then grabbed her right hand with her left, her eyes showing a hint of wariness. She shook her head and whispered, "No."
Du Qing coughed, looking like she had a cold. After a while, tears welled up in her eyes as she coughed. She smiled—everyone says Wen Heng is the easiest to get along with, both generous and tolerant. But they don't know that your heart cannot be hurt. You are a vengeful child; once hurt, you can remember it for a lifetime.
Ah Heng lowered her head and whispered, "I wasn't like this before. But, you know, even the most insensitive heart will break down if it happens too often."
Then, the person who was supposed to patch the hole for me wasn't there...
Du Qing felt a pang of sadness as she looked at her. "Actually, you don't love Gu Feibai, do you? Actually, you just want someone to patch up your holes like that person did, right? Actually, it doesn't have to be Gu Feibai. It could be me, anyone in our dorm, or even a stranger. Just one affirming look is enough, isn't it?"