"How about I leave Lin Ruomei to you to deal with?"
"You have no right to interfere in her and my feud. I have no interest in your feud with her."
"You're too immersed in the role; you've overdone it."
"It has nothing to do with her."
"Yan hope, don't use Wen Heng to test my bottom line. It's useless."
"I said, it has nothing to do with her."
"If it's because of Si'er, when did you develop the talent to be a good older brother?"
"My grandfather instructed me to take care of her until she turned eighteen."
"Her birthday was in winter, and it's been a long time since then."
"...Aheng and I have been betrothed since childhood. To love her for the rest of my life in the way she wishes, and to make her safe and happy, is what the Yan family and I owe her."
"Yan hope, will you still love? This joke isn't funny."
"If you don't love someone, at least don't give up prematurely."
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They are playing a game of telephone.
Many people, the first person utters a sentence, whispers it, and it is passed down to the last person, who then reveals the answer.
If the information differs from the first person's, we must find out who started the misinterpretation. That person must be penalized with a drink.
Si'er and she sat together.
She whispered into her left ear, her voice light and laced with a taut string, carrying a hint of pleasure and teasing—"Let me tell you a secret, Wen Heng. My surname is Yan."
Ah Heng smiled, leaned close to Dayi's left ear, and whispered something.
Da Yi was the last person to announce the answer, somewhat confused.
"I don't believe you unless you tell me yourself."
Siwan said awkwardly, "How come there's such a big difference? What I said was clearly, 'Welcome back, Lu Liu.'"
Yan hope stood not far away.
He looked at her silently, his face pale.
Ah Heng smiled – “It was misrepresented from me.”
She picked up the glass and drank the penalty shot.
Slowly, gently, it spreads its tenderness.
The mountains and waters are clear and bright, and smiles fill the sky.
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Lu Liu walked into Yan hope's house with ease.
The braised pork rice landed on the boy's shoulder, and he excitedly shouted, "Braised pork! Braised pork!"
Lu Liu, Lu Liu.
In Chen Juan's eyes was sadness; in Si Wan's eyes was... despair.
She said, "Brother, don't be like this."
For the first time, she called Siwan "brother" and gently covered his eyes.
Indeed, this is the situation.
Five o'clock in the afternoon is the deadline for submitting the application form.
She brewed Lu Liu a cup of coffee.
The aroma, rich yet subtly bittersweet.
Then, carrying two application forms, I ran to the school.
Along the way, there are many alleyways and lanes, a commercial street that is always crowded with pedestrians, and a square that has been waiting to be repaired for a long time.
This seems to be all the memories she and Yan hope had shared over the past three years.
When she looked up, the nearly rusted clock in the square was almost at the end of its journey.
When I arrived, I was almost out of breath and felt weightless. I pushed open the office door, and the loud noise startled my homeroom teacher, Ms. Lin.
"Aheng, have you made your choice? Q University or B University?"
"Teacher, are there any empty application forms?"
Ah Heng, Ah Heng, do you have any other choice?
Why not return?
Where it begins, and where it ends.
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She went to the airport to see Yan hope off.
Yan hope's hysteria needs to be thoroughly examined in the United States.
He carried a pink travel bag, just like when he ran away from home with her all those years ago.
However, he was wearing a pair of dark red sunglasses.
He said, "Aheng, you stay home and wait for me, okay?"
She took off his sunglasses, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his eyelids.
Once upon a time, an angel kissed her like this.
"Yanxi, don't forget the way home."
She smiled at him, one last time.
*********************Conclusion*******************
Yanxi, don't forget the way home, even if I'm not there waiting for you at home.
That year, the calendar finally came to an end.
Chapter 60
Summer 2002, a female dormitory at Z University Medical School.
"Then, the phoenix went abroad, and the crow was rejected and kicked off the branch."
"And then?" Five pairs of eyes stared at the lower bunk in the darkness.
"And then, that was it." A soft voice.
"Tch." All five of them simultaneously pulled their heads back.
"As expected of Xiao Liu's story, it's very good, but very boring." Someone yawned.
"I thought the crow would cling to the phoenix tree and never be kicked down by the other phoenixes. Third-rate script, third-rate director, third-rate actors. Apart from the pretty boy, the rest of the actors are passable," someone commented.
"This is so sad, so sad. A crow and a phoenix, such a heartbreaking love story." Someone clutched their heart.
"Listen upstairs, don't use dialects next time, especially Tianjin dialect to pretend to be Lin Daiyu," someone said calmly.
"Hey! Tianjin people, if you won't let me use Tianjin dialect, how am I supposed to live?!" The woman clutched her heart and immediately pounded the bed, leaving the calm man downstairs looking utterly ashamed.
Then, the people downstairs started climbing the stairs, making a ruckus, creaking and giggling, trying not to laugh, and the bed almost collapsed from the shaking.
He turned to the bunk above the bed and said languidly, "I'll count to three. If you two keep making a fuss, I'll throw you and the bed out of room 208."
The person on the lower bunk across from me chuckled mischievously—"I wholeheartedly support the eldest sister."
The one clutching her heart stiffened, while the calm one coughed lightly—"The story Liu'er told was quite good; at least it taught us that interracial love never ends well. That's all," Xiao Wu added.
On the bunk closest to the door, the person called Xiao Wu glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, his eyes lighting up—"Stop making noise, you guys are annoying. DJ YAN's 'Sometime' is starting, do you want to listen?"
The woman called "Big Sister" shrank further into the blanket and said lazily, "Your sister is old and frail. She's way past the age of chasing after celebrities. She doesn't have the time or energy of you kids."
The others yawned, rolled over, and showed no interest whatsoever.
Xiao Wu reluctantly put on her headphones, but then she heard a soft tapping sound from the lower bunk. Turning around, she saw Xiao Liu clinging to the floorboards, tilting her head and looking at her with a grin—"Fifth Sister, I want to hear it too."
Xiao Wu beamed – “Oh, our Ah Heng knows what’s good for her, and our Xiao Liu is so cute. Come on, come into Fifth Sister’s arms.”
We'll be together sometime.
sometimes.
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He arrived at Cutting Diamond at exactly 11 p.m.
The most famous nightclub in City B is called "Diamond Cutting," and to put it precisely, it's a place where anyone who can afford it can get all the pleasure they want.
It was magnificent and dazzling.
He casually tossed the car keys to the waiter, who seemed to be new; he had a very handsome face, and I hadn't seen him before.
"Sir, are you looking to park?"
This person doesn't recognize him, obviously.
He nodded and strode forward, the basket he was carrying in his right hand swaying violently.
"Sir, please wait a moment, there are no parking spaces available in the underground garage right now."
The waiter seemed a little embarrassed.
A man approached; it was the usual waiter, Xiao Zhou. I took the red key from the waiter's hand, waved him away, and dismissed him.
"Young Master Yan, I'm new here and don't know any better, please don't take offense." Xiao Zhou apologized, bowing deeply—"Still parking in the old spot, next to Young Master Lu and Young Master Xin?"
Yan hope was a little impatient and said whatever.
Xiao Zhou smiled ingratiatingly, "You've finally arrived! The young masters were getting impatient. Young Master Lu sent me down to greet you."