Chapter 139: Safekeeping for the Young Man

Chapter 139: Safekeeping for the Young Man

After breaking up with Fu Yanjing and returning to Jiangbei from Gangcheng, Wen Jin also decided to let go of Fu Yanjing.

And now—

Wen Jin also decided to let go of that unrequited love that she had always regretted but could never express.

She packed a box of things related to Fu Yanjing.

These things, which she had kept with her through thick and thin since high school, were things she had always treasured.

Throughout high school, Wen Jin was like a fanatical follower of Fu Yanjing, enthusiastically collecting everything related to him.

From that black umbrella.

The leaves that happened to fall on his shoulder and then hit the ground as he passed by.

His one-inch photo was posted on the list of outstanding students. Later, the list was removed, and the KT board was broken and thrown into the warehouse under the school basketball court. Wen Jin carefully took down his photo. Unfortunately, that photo was lost in Gangcheng.

There was also the student nameplate he threw away when he graduated.

And a torn certificate of merit.

Wen Jinye's teaching building is behind Fu Yanjing's teaching building.

Standing at the classroom window, she could often see Fu Yanjing standing in the corridor, leaning against the railing, lazily basking in the sun.

He was bathed in sunlight, like a god gilded with gold, which made her admire and fascinate him.

A female student came over with a certificate of merit, her voice loud and cheerful as if she were proud of herself.

"Fu Yanjing, you got first place in the school's physics competition! Can you teach me physics?"

He casually said something, and the female classmate ran away with her head down.

Fu Yanjing didn't even glance at the certificate; he casually folded it into a paper airplane and tossed it away.

Wen Jinye's gaze followed the trajectory of the paper airplane in the wind, watching his disdainful honors disappear into an inconspicuous corner below the teaching building.

There are four minutes left before class starts.

She ran down from the fifth floor almost without hesitation.

There are too many memories of him, but it has always been a one-man show by Wen Jinye.

She was unremarkable and never appeared in Fu Yanjing's memories of being the center of attention.

Actually, she should have understood many things from the beginning.

They were under the same sky, on the same campus, and she carefully managed the distance between them, missing each other so many times.

None of them left a faint trace in his memory.

She was just a passerby.

Wen Jin also took out transparent tape and sealed the box.

It's like sealing away that long memory.

There's no need to keep these things anymore.

Wen Jin also found some other useless things at home, which she planned to take downstairs and throw out tomorrow morning.

It's getting late, and she originally planned to leave it at the door for now.

I had just moved my things out when I ran into Grandma Wang, who was coming upstairs.

She had just come upstairs after walking her dog and asked, somewhat surprised, "Are you moving?"

"No, I'm just throwing away things I don't need."

Wen Jin also has a bit of OCD; she packs everything in cardboard boxes.

The elderly usually have no resistance to cardboard boxes.

Grandma Wang opened the door, threw the dog inside, and turned to Wen Jin, saying, "Give me these boxes; I'll clean up the trash inside for you."

"Okay, shall I help you move it to your house?"

"No need, I'll just call my husband."

The contents of the box weren't too heavy, so Wen Jin didn't ask any further questions and nodded, "Then I'll go in first, Grandma Wang."

"Alas—today."

Grandma Wang stopped her, her tone hesitant, as if unsure whether she should ask, "Did you break up with your boyfriend?"

“I was just walking my dog ​​when I saw him downstairs. There were cigarette butts all around his feet, like he had been standing there for a long time.”

Wen Jin paused for a moment as he opened the door, the fleeting moment of relief like a drop of water falling from an icicle on the eaves.

Grandma Wang didn't know about her family situation, but in all this time, Grandma Wang had never seen Wen Jin's parents visit her.

Grandma Wang was truly hoping for Wen Jin's well-being.

Seeing that Wen Jin had not responded for a long time, she sighed.

"Forget it, judging from that kid's clothes and appearance, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person. People like that are bound to be a bit arrogant. It's actually better to break up, so you won't suffer any grievances later."

*

"You, you just can't let go of a cardboard box. Our house isn't a junkyard. Have you forgotten the last time you stood on tiptoe to reach the trash can to pick up a large water bottle, and ended up falling into it?"

Grandma Wang's husband complained as he helped her tidy up.

Grandma Wang got annoyed by his nagging and casually took a small object from the box and threw it at her husband. "Why do you talk so much? You only remember these embarrassing things. Don't you remember that I saved up a lot of cardboard boxes and sold them for 48.2 yuan to recycle, and then you secretly took them to buy cigarettes?"

She snorted coldly, "Squatting by the flower bed smoking, do you think that little bit of greenery can't hide your fat body?"

Grandma Wang's husband dodged nimbly and wasn't hit.

Those little things, if they hit you, it won't really hurt or itch.

The elderly couple had been bickering and arguing their whole lives.

He bent down and picked it up, squinting his old eyes under the lamplight to read the words on the nameplate: "Fu, Yan, Jing. The young man is quite handsome."

Grandma Wang was curious and went over to take a look, saying, "Let me see, let me see."

She took out her reading glasses, put them on, and froze after seeing the person in the small photo clearly:

"This is Jin Ye's ex-boyfriend whom she just broke up with."

She immediately pieced together the logic.

Both of them were stubborn after breaking up; one stood silently downstairs, while the other threw away things related to the other.

Back in the day, when Grandma Wang was arguing with her husband sitting next to her, she almost burned all the letters they had exchanged over the years.

Grandma Wang bent down again and rummaged through the contents of the box.

Sure enough, when they took it out, there was also a certificate with Fu Yanjing's name on it.

The contents of this box are probably all related to Fu Yanjing.

She put the nameplate back in the box and instructed her husband, "Go and bring me that transparent tape again."

"what are you up to?"

“It would be a shame to lose the things in this box. Young people might act impulsively, and I don’t want Jinye to regret it later,” Grandma Wang said slowly. “Let’s keep them safe for them for now.”

*

The roar of airplanes cut through the quiet early morning of the port city.

The night was thin and the airport was deserted in the early morning. Only a few people who were rushing to catch their trains sat in the waiting area, looking tired and lonely.

The Fu family's driver had been waiting for a long time.

The bodyguards in black calmly took Fu Yanjing's few pieces of luggage.

The van's door opened automatically, and the driver, speaking fluent Cantonese, asked, "Young master, where to?"

Fu Yanjing owns many properties in Gangcheng, but he only lives in a few places.

His mind went blank for a few seconds, and a name stuck in his throat, about to burst out.

Fu Yanjing swallowed it again.

He hadn't been back there for a long time, ever since Wen Jin left.

It was empty and deserted, devoid of any human presence.

In fact, all his properties were deserted, both in terms of decoration and furnishing. In addition, he was mostly alone at home, and even his servants were unwilling to stay for long.

Fu Yanjing felt as if his mind was fogged up; he couldn't remember the names of any of the other residences at this moment, only the name of Xishan Mansion echoed in his mind again and again.

He had only been away from the port city for a few months, but it felt like years had passed.

Fu Yanjing rubbed his temples. "Let's go back to the Fu family manor."

The driver sounded relieved, "Madam has been waiting for you for a long time."

Where does she get her patience from?

The driver replied, "Miss Sheng is here too."