As usual, without error

As the year draws to a close, Ji Shu and Bai Yuzhou, who are away from home, will be returning soon.

Aside from the initial few meetings where they were used to comfort each other, once the matter was resolved, the two of them focused on resting there and didn't mention anything else.

When Mo Wen learned the time, he asked them out one last time, as a farewell gesture.

"It's almost the New Year, have you had any reflections on the past year?" Bai Yuzhou sat across from him, with an iced Americano that had been there since their first meeting.

Speaking the most familiar words.

Mo Wen rubbed his ears and said, "I got water in my ears while showering recently, and my hearing has decreased."

"There's something else I want to remind you. We won't see each other again until February. Are you sure you can handle that?" Ji Shu didn't mean to ruin the atmosphere; she was just worried.

Without a clear follow-up or sufficient time, everything fell silent.

“Sure, if she can do it, so can I,” Mo said, but uncertainty made him subconsciously change the subject, “Besides the first one, has she contacted you again?”

Ji Shuqi wanted to tease him, so she deliberately asked, "Who?"

“We don’t have much time. We get a lot of people looking for us every day. ‘Who’ is too broad a term to refer to. I can’t think of anything.” Bai Yuzhou played along and voiced the underlying meaning.

"Don't tease me, Wen Zhuyao, has Xiaozhu been looking for you?" Mo Wen sighed and said bluntly, "I still want to know."

The goal was achieved, but the effect was mediocre. Ji Shu shook her head and said, "No, I haven't looked for her. It was only because you kept asking that we decided to come and see you."

“We originally planned to see the snow-capped mountains, but instead we ended up here…seeing heartbroken men.” Her words were clearly pointed.

The arrow pierced straight into Mo Wen's head—no, it pierced his entire body.

Mo Wen lowered his head to save face, and said sarcastically, "I've never experienced this before. It's too sudden, so I panicked and couldn't find my footing."

"You're not the same as before; you seem to be getting younger with age." Bai Yuzhou's comment was ambiguous, neither a compliment nor an insult; it could be used to describe him in a double way.

Being young is great; you're more energetic and lively, and not dull at all.

Not young, not mature, getting worse with age.

Mo Wen was so angry he laughed. After letting out a sigh, he said, "Are you scolding me or praising me?"

"In a positive sense, I never belittle people."

Bai Yuzhou adjusted his glasses, his expression unchanged, as if he didn't see anything amiss.

Mo Wen felt that, at times, cunning and ruthlessness seemed to be a universal trait in everyone.

"In that case, I also feel that you are not the same as before. Your icy face has turned into a cunning one, and you have gone from being taciturn to being talkative and barbed." Mo Wen's words were not that powerful.

It's obvious, but who can really say anything about it?

Ji Shu watched the two of them bickering from the side and called a halt to the argument at about the same time.

The two returned to normal, exchanging greetings.

Ji Shu and Bai Yuzhou got up to leave.

After getting my luggage from the hotel, I had to rush to the airport.

Mo Wen remained seated, not rising to see him off: "See you after the New Year. I won't see you off; it's too sentimental."

See you after the New Year.

Ji Shu and Bai Yuzhou responded and left.

After they left, Mo Wen did not leave immediately, just like the previous times they met.

However, the difference is...

This time, watching people come and go outside the window, and seeing that cars never stop, he had a different thought.

Mo Wen picked up his phone and sent a message to Chi Nuo: "Can you do me another favor?"

Chi Nuo: "Received. Please tell me your needs in detail."

After all, I searched for someone for a long time yesterday but couldn't find them. This time, no matter what, I will definitely do my best to ease my guilt.

Chi Nuo cheered herself up and continued to ask, "What do you want me to do? Don't worry, as long as it's a moral thing, I'll help you with anything."

"Those without morals won't do, let's make that clear beforehand."

Mo Wen looked at the messages and replied with an "OK" emoji. He then got up, picked up his phone, and pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

The wind chimes on the door rang out with the movement of the bell.

"Ring ring..."

"Isn't this wind chime that Mom bought pretty?" Wen's mother fiddled with the wind chime hanging on the door frame outside Wen Zhuyao's room.

Wen Zhuyao sat in the chair, spun around, stretched, and said, "It's very beautiful, like a blue butterfly."

"Right, you go change your clothes and get ready. Mom will go get ready too." After saying that, Wen's mother closed the door to her room.

Wen Zhuyao didn't go immediately, but instead turned the computer back to where it was, and the screen showed the video was uploading...

She kept watching until the upload was successful before getting up to tidy up.

I spent two days working on materials and communicating with others, and uploaded nearly half of the videos. My debt is about to be cleared.

I can finally have some real rest.

Wen Zhuyao was dressed warmly, and her coat was ready to be draped over the chair.

She adjusted her neckline in the mirror in her room; she occasionally wore high-necked sweaters, but she still wasn't quite used to it.

"Ding-dong..."

Just then, a message came through on her phone. Wen Zhuyao picked up her phone from the bed and opened it.

This is Chen Yan reporting on the progress.

Chen said, "No error as before."

Wen Zhuyao responded at the opportune moment: "OK!"

"We should go pick out our New Year's dishes and see what else we need to buy. A new year, a new look."

Wen's mother called her from outside after she had finished getting ready, and they went out together to a nearby shopping mall and restaurant to pick out clothes and dishes they wanted to eat first, and then cook them themselves later.

Wen Zhuyao turned off her phone, hurriedly grabbed her coat, and opened the door: "Let's go, let's go."

"Don't run around once you're outside, be careful not to fall," Mr. Wen instructed from behind, before finally leaving and closing the door behind him.

The sounds of casual conversation could still penetrate the door and enter the room, as if there was someone inside who couldn't see them eavesdropping.

Wen Zhuyao glanced back, then looked away, thought for a moment, and said, "For this meal, I still want to eat cola chicken wings."

"Anything is fine to eat, and there's more..."

The elevator arrived, and the family stepped inside to continue discussing the delicious dishes.

"bite……"

The elevator doors opened, and Chen Yan, holding a red booklet, walked to the door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly from the inside, and the person who came in was Chen Yan's father. He was both pleased and surprised to see his son. He had been waiting for news to come.

He was about to say something when his gaze fell on what Chen Yan was holding, and he looked even more surprised.

From Chen's father's perspective, he could see the three words printed on the notebook.

Marriage certificate.

Mr. Chen clearly misunderstood something, and said with a smile, "We just talked about it a few days ago, this is too fast, but it's not impossible, as long as you like it. By the way, what about your future..."

"Oh right, I thought this would be a good opportunity to discuss the follow-up matters, so I invited Aunt Lin out so I could announce the good news to her." Mr. Chen was already halfway to his joy when he remembered to pull him inside.

Aunt Lin was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of warm tea. Hearing the conversation, she asked, "What's wrong?"

“That’s good news…” Before Mr. Chen could finish speaking, his son interrupted him.

Chen Yan dodged his outstretched hand, held up a red booklet, and said coldly, "This is my marriage certificate with Su Yu. We're married. Good news."

"What do you mean?" Aunt Lin saw it clearly. She put down her teacup, stood up, and went over to ask.

Chen Yan: "Facing the truth..."

"Smack!"

A slap landed on Chen Yan's face, forcing him to swallow the words he was about to say.

Chen's father pointed at him, his fingers trembling with anger, unable to utter a complete sentence: "You...you're trying to drive me to my death!"

Chen Yan, who had been hit, pressed his tongue against the soft flesh there, his face burning with pain.

"Have I angered you enough already? Or are you doing this on purpose, pretending not to know about this, to lie to people?" He added fuel to the fire, turning the situation around.

Mr. Chen clearly realized this as well and tried to explain, "No, that's not it..."

"Alright, really alright, I'll take this show." After saying that, Aunt Lin grabbed her coat and bag and walked out, ignoring Mr. Chen's objections.

Mr. Chen followed behind, explaining, until the elevator doors closed in front of him: "It's a misunderstanding, it really is a misunderstanding, I wasn't with him..."

Helpless, he felt humiliated and his attempts to explain were ignored, leaving him with a belly full of anger and nowhere to vent his frustration.

When Chen's father returned and saw Chen Yan standing motionless, he questioned him, "Are you satisfied now? I swallowed my pride and begged for you, but you don't want what I gave you. You only want what I gave you."

"What are you after? How did I end up with a son like you?"

As Mr. Chen spoke, he became increasingly agitated. With a trembling hand, he pointed towards the door while clutching his heart with the other, saying, "You don't want this family anymore, do you? Then get out! Get out!"

"Don't come back. If you like to go against me so much, then I'll pretend I don't have a son like you."

Chen Yan didn't react or say anything. After he finished speaking, he walked out in front of him and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

"Bang……"

Everything was developing quietly, spreading in places where it wasn't being discovered, until it completely covered everything.

The simplest tricks have the most remarkable effects.

Chen Yan looked at his face in the reflection of the elevator; it was already somewhat swollen.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sent the results of the matter to Wen Zhuyao, and stepped out of the elevator. At the entrance of the building, he saw Aunt Lin smoking.

Aunt Lin held a cigarette, not even looking at him, and just stood there on the steps.

Chen Yan paused, then said dryly, "Thank you, and... I'm sorry, I..."

Aunt Lin didn't take his words to heart. She exhaled a smoke ring, walked over, and patted his shoulder: "If you're going to use this method again, try a better one. Reputation is important too. If you're going to ruin someone, ruin the person who deserves it."

"Since you've chosen this path, walk it well and don't regret it." After saying this, she left, leaving Chen Yan there, head bowed in deep thought.

Only after the figure had disappeared from sight did he slowly raise his head and speak to the air.

"I won't regret it."

On the afternoon of the day they were supposed to meet, before the day had even passed, a key person arrived at his small shop.

Aunt Lin found out about his affair, so she came. After listening to Chen Yan's explanation, she said nothing and didn't say anything.

He patted him on the shoulder and left.

Chen Yan thought things had failed, but he still hadn't received that questioning phone call.

So he sent that message.

Chen said, "No error as before."