Yan hope asked, "Is there anything you'd like to do with me?"
Why ask that?
Yan hope smiled, removed her light makeup, turned her head slightly, pinched the child's chin with her slender fingers, and frowned—the child seemed to have lost some weight.
Behind him was a smooth mirror, in which two figures stood very close, as if they were leaning on each other.
The lingering sweetness of fruit candy still lingered in Aheng's mouth. After thinking for a moment, she lowered her head and softly asked him, "Can you go to the movies with me this summer vacation?"
The boy looked in the mirror, wiped the last trace of lipstick from the corner of his lips, and raised an eyebrow—"This is what you want to do with me? You can't live without me?"
The child looked up at the sky and said, "No, it's just that I haven't watched a movie in a long time. It's not that anyone else can do it, it's just that you're not a very free person."
Yan hope convulsed. I thought my time could be measured in US dollars.
Ah Heng smiled, "That was before tonight."
Before tonight, you were DJ YAN, adorned with gold leaf; after tonight, you're just another ordinary passerby on the curb, though you might one day be seen wearing glasses on a bus and being swooned over by some girls as a handsome young man.
Yan hope = =, thank you for giving me such a high evaluation, thank you, thank you.
Ah Heng, haha, you're welcome.
He looked at her, his gaze carrying a subtle, tantalizing quality. A flurry of peach blossoms fell, and he seemed to be both smiling and frowning—"Is there really nothing else you want to do with me?"
Ah Heng said, "Yes, we can go to South Africa to pan for gold, or go to India to perform, and then earn lots and lots of money. We can donate half of it to the government and keep the other half to buy a new set of stainless steel kitchenware and a Persian rug that we can walk barefoot on in winter."
Yan hope draped his arm over the swivel chair and laughed, "Now I can buy you stainless steel kitchenware and Persian rugs too."
But didn't you say... that it was something the two of you... did together?
Ah Heng pursed her thin lips, her fair face slightly flushed.
He looked at her with pity in his eyes, gently pulled her into his arms, as if she were a child, and gently stroked her eyebrows—Silly girl, do you still like Yan hope so much, just like two years ago?
Ah Heng was dumbfounded.
She didn't remember ever saying she liked this person; feeling guilty, she pretended not to know—Yan hope, has anyone at your school been quarantined recently? I'm telling you, our school might give us an early holiday and the exams will be open-book! ^_^
Yan hope ruffled her black hair, a helpless expression on his face—"Hey, Wen Heng, let's have a relationship."
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Although she liked this person, to the point of being almost like an addict, they had already done everything – holding hands, kissing, hugging, sleeping together – so why bother with the "getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later" approach?
Well, what she really meant was that in a few years, when everyone is older and her parents' attitude softens, the two of them could just get together, without having to explain anything, and simply get a marriage certificate, right?
The man, losing face, chuckled awkwardly. "Well, we're all so familiar with each other..."
Ah Heng tugged at his sleeve, her gaze gentle and kind, stretching from the infinitely distant sky to the infinitely deep earth's core, yet she avoided looking him in the eye, her face flushing red—"Well, let's give it a try."
Um?
The relationship you mentioned... well, even if we don't get along, we... can't break up, right?
Yan hope and Wen Heng have always been two extremes, yet it's as if they committed some terrible sin in their past life, and in this life, they are destined to torment each other.
The man's eyes were very gentle, as if they were filled with spring water from the deepest mountains, about to overflow.
He said—but perhaps love has turned us into enemies and critics. I won't be as tolerant and indulgent as I am with my baby, and you won't be as forgiving and gentle as you are with your Mr. Yan.
Ah Heng lowered her head and chuckled—I've also heard that three-quarters of a person's life is spent with a beautiful stranger, a fleeting romance that dries up but never fades, yet nothing is more unbearable than spending a quarter of one's life growing old and ugly. You tell me, do you want to be three-quarters, or a quarter?
Yan hope said, "You only have a quarter of the potential, but I'll reluctantly give you three-quarters. The two of us will be just enough to make a lifetime of happiness together."
Ah Heng remained silent, feeling that the calculation seemed wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.
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He said we should date, and since we're in a long-distance relationship, we'd ask each other if we'd eaten well, slept well, and were okay. She said the food at her school cafeteria was getting worse and worse, and he said his school was having a debate competition and he'd be in the audience. She said someone in her department had recently started dating and then broken up, and he agreed, casually mentioning that he'd recently discovered there were actually a lot of very pretty girls in his department. He said, "Listen up, this is against the rules, we're dating! According to other people, I'm going to throw a tantrum." He said, "Oh, = =, I got it."
Then the two fell silent.
She said the weather was really nice today. He looked up at the sky and saw that it had just rained heavily.
She seized the opportunity to bring up the topic, saying, "Then you should wear more clothes." He hummed in response, looking at the sky, where the sound of rain was faintly pulsating in his ears.
And then... we hung up, right?
Okay, haha.
Xiao Wu threw a pillow at her and said, "Is this what you call dating? How is it any different from before?"
Ah Heng chuckled foolishly, blushing, and buried herself in the quilt—it's different, Fifth Sister, it's different.
Although he and she talk on the phone for no more than five minutes a day, before, when she said Yan Xi was mine, a bunch of people around would roll their eyes and say, "Even Jackson is mine." Now that she says Yan hope is mine, at least one person can't go back on their word.
So, Jesus, Buddha, I am truly ready. Please don't be stingy, shower me with happiness! ^_^
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Yanxi's holiday started a few days earlier than Aheng's, but it was already close to July and the weather was getting hotter. Not wanting Aheng to have a crowded journey, he made an appointment with her to drive her home.
When Ah Heng finished his last anatomy exam, the professor selected a few students to clean the laboratory, and Ah Heng was unfortunately chosen.
Du Qing was also with them.
Du Qing and she hadn't spoken for a long time; it wasn't intentional, it seemed, they just hadn't had the chance.
I heard that Du Qing and Gu Feibai are engaged. The banquet was attended by many famous people from the south. It was a grand affair, and everyone praised them as a perfect match. The whole college was filled with wedding candy. Their dormitory received a whole box of Suri candy. Everyone was too embarrassed to eat it in front of her, so Aheng just smiled, picked up her pen and wrote "Congratulations" in two elegant characters. She laid out red paper covered with gold powder, wrote "Wen Heng" in her handwriting, and asked her classmates to help deliver it to the newlyweds as a token of their good wishes.
Of course, some people want to see her fail, but that's the past. She was deeply devoted to him for two years and always accompanied him. What does it matter if others judge her?
However, Du Qing still felt a little uncomfortable looking at her. Several classmates were wiping the experimental table with dry cloths, and this person was standing at the table furthest away from Aheng.
As the sun sets outside the window, the heat dissipates considerably, and a gentle breeze blows, carrying the faint chirping of cicadas through the window.
She smiled as she looked at the lush greenery outside the window. Calculating the time, she figured Yan hope would be arriving soon, so she quickened her pace.
Footsteps could be heard in the corridor leading to the laboratory, followed by someone knocking on the laboratory door.
It turned out to be Gu Feibai and a beautiful and capable girl.
Du Qing was pleasantly surprised and went over to greet them.
Ah Heng looked at the person next to Gu Feibai and thought it looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, she realized that it was the daughter of Gu Feibai's father's old friend. She had met her once but didn't remember her well, only that her surname seemed to be Zhang.
Gu Feibai frowned and asked how much longer it would take. Du Qing smiled and said it would be ready soon. He added, "You've been waiting for me, haven't you?"
The girl surnamed Zhang said, "We're just missing you for tonight's party! Miss Du, you're so slow! Anyone could have easily helped you. Why did you have to go through all that trouble?"
She and Du Qing seemed to be very familiar with each other, and the two laughed and joked for a while.
On the last experimental table, there was a bottle of hydrochloric acid. Someone had finished the experiment but hadn't sealed it, so most of it had evaporated. Ah Heng looked down and searched for a long time, but couldn't find the stopper.
"There are spare bottle stoppers in the storage cabinets at the back," Gu Feibai said calmly, looking at her from a distance.
Ah Heng smiled, nodded, and thanked her. In the end, she found the original bottle stopper in the corner, rinsed it, and put the cap back on.
However, Du Qing's expression was rather unpleasant.
Final step, done.
After saying goodbye to the other classmates, I walked to the door, saw the three people, hesitated for a moment, smiled, nodded, and said, "Have a good holiday."
Du Qing said thank you, but Gu Feibai remained silent, only looking at her with an indescribable sadness in his eyes.
The girl surnamed Zhang sneered, raising her eyebrows and speaking in a sarcastic tone—"Oh, Miss Wen, we've met before."
Then, she took Du Qing's arm and said, "I'm Du Qing's best friend. Please give me your guidance."
Ah Heng says hello and goodbye.
She didn't mind too much and ran downstairs, only thinking about meeting Yan hope. Everyone seemed cute to her.
Dragging my suitcase, I walked to the school gate and saw Yan hope's burgundy Ferrari. Through the dark glass, I could see that there was no one in the sports car.
Feeling a bit down, I squatted down next to the sports car, watching the private cars drive away one by one, picked up a small twig, and started counting ants.
When I was little, I often did these things: watering ant nests with my friends, catching ants, and then bringing them to class to play with. I was too young then; a few ants in a plastic bottle would make me happy all day.
Then, a shadow appeared above her head, and a pair of cool hands touched her cheeks.
Ah Heng looked up, but the man burst out laughing.
He patted her face and said, "Oh my, baby, you're amazing! You've even trained ants to walk on a tightrope."
Ah Heng = =, shook the ants off the branch and said, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for ages."
The man was wearing a light brown wide-necked T-shirt and blue jeans, simple and refreshing, yet exuding a subtle air of nobility. Having been in the entertainment industry for a few years, his style of dressing had already developed its own unique flair.
Yan hope shook the bag on his left and said, "You haven't eaten yet. We'll get on the highway in a bit. There's a BreadTalk nearby. I bought you some food."
Ah Heng, please help me up. I've been squatting for ages, and my legs are numb. = =.
Yan hope bent down slightly and pinched her nose. She's getting better and better at acting cute, like a little child, and she's supposed to be a virtuous wife and loving mother.
With a smile on his lips, he reached out his right hand, exerted his strength, and pulled her up.
Ah Heng kept her face flushed, "Who's being coquettish? *cough*"
Yan hope pressed the car key, opened the roof of the sports car, and let Aheng sit inside.
Not far away, a group of three people were laughing and joking. When Aheng turned around, it turned out to be Gu Feibai, Du Qing, and the girl surnamed Zhang.
"What a coincidence, Miss Wen." The girl surnamed Zhang looked Yan Xi and Ferrari up and down with her slanted eyes, and mocked Aheng, "Are you going home, or are you planning to find another fiancé to support you?"
The girl surnamed Zhang had always looked down on Aheng. She had heard from her parents that Aheng was forced onto Gu Feibai by her father because of his good relationship with Gu Feibai's uncle. After her father died, fearing that Gu Feibai would not want him, she ran away from home to a strange man's house. She was extremely shameless.
Yan Xi chuckled, took Aheng's hand, and raised an eyebrow—"Is this young lady Aheng's classmate?"
Gu Feibai stood to Yan Xi's side, sizing him up. When he saw Aheng beside him, acting like a gentle and lively little girl, he knew who she was. However, his expression involuntarily darkened, and he stared at them expressionlessly.
The girl surnamed Zhang made sarcastic remarks. I don't have such an ungrateful classmate. Not attending the engagement party is one thing, but sending over a few lousy words is another. Who are you trying to embarrass? You have no talent, yet you think you're something special!
Yan hope opened the car door and said, "Aheng, get in."
Ah Heng ⊙﹏⊙, what are you doing? You can't hit a woman.
Yan hope twitched, her big eyes widening half her face, and asked, "Do I look like that kind of person?"
The child is honest, sniffing and nodding, just like a child.
Yan hope = =.