Chapter 165: The Yellowed One-Inch Photo

Chapter 165: A Yellowed One-Inch Photo

Once many ideas are sparked by a certain force, they can become unstoppable.

Fu Yanjing's clarity and rationality had completely vanished. At this moment, he looked as flustered as a lost fledgling bird, wandering around in place, unable to find a way to break through.

Her subordinates, who were investigating her whereabouts, said she stood alone on the Gangming Bridge for two hours.

It takes an hour and a half by subway to get there from Victoria Harbour.

However, it is only three kilometers away from Xishan Mansion.

What was she thinking while standing on the Hong Kong Bridge for so long?

She would remember them strolling here, his arms around her shoulders—

It was New Year's Day that year, and he failed to show up for the fireworks.

Fu Yanjing's pace quickened.

By the time he stood on the Gangming Bridge, the scent of Wen Jinye was long gone from the wind.

It's as if Wen Jinye will never be seen again in this city.

Someone called out to him from behind, "Sir, sir, would you like to take a picture? I'm a newbie street photographer, but you have a great presence."

He was dejected, and his tone of refusal was very faint, "No."

The photographer refused to give up.

What incredible luck he had to meet all those handsome men and beautiful women tonight!

"My husband is very skilled."

As if afraid Fu Yanjing wouldn't believe her, she took out a few photos from her backpack.

These are all photos he took, developed, but never had time to send out.

The boy showed his work to Fu Yanjing one by one, and when he saw his most outstanding recent work, he was filled with pride.

"And this one, I just took this picture tonight."

"I don't need it." Fu Yanjing refused listlessly, his gaze sweeping casually across the room, but instantly settling on the photograph.

The woman had a smooth face and gentle eyes. The wind tousled her hair, creating a perfect atmosphere against the backdrop of the night scene behind her.

She was looking at something, her eyes sparkling.

That loving look in his eyes, ever since they broke up.

Fu Yanjing was never seen again.

Fu Yanjing was plunged into even greater pain, as if he were an isolated island submerged by the sea.

He took Wen Jinye's photo with trembling hands, his head bowed in silence.

*

Inside the Xishan Mansion, it was quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

No one has lived here for a long time.

Since Wen Jin also returned to Jiangbei.

A maid comes regularly to clean, so it's not dirty or dusty.

But it's so empty that it lacks any human presence.

Standing here, Fu Yanjing could clearly recall every corner where Wen Jinye had been busy.

It's eerily empty here.

Even the interior design style is dominated by dark colors with scattered touches of dark gold, creating an extremely cold and austere atmosphere.

After Wen Jin moved out, everything related to her was cleaned up, and the light pink water glass was no longer on the table.

Fu Yanjing didn't know why he had come. How could he find the answers he was looking for in a place devoid of any human warmth?

Perhaps he just wanted to hide here for a while, letting those feelings of reluctance overflow and his decadence surge.

When the sun rises tomorrow, he will still have to be that cold and unapproachable heir to the conglomerate.

The wine in the cabinet hadn't been drunk in a long time, so Fu Yanjing took a glass from the sterilizer and filled it.

He drank it all in one gulp.

But I felt that this wasn't quite enough.

He simply picked up the wine bottle and walked up the stairs step by step.

As if guided by some strange force, they ended up in their bedroom.

The innermost changing room was still packed full.

During those years, Fu Yanjing truly treated her well financially.

It contains all sorts of seasonal limited-edition haute couture luxury clothing, but I've hardly ever seen her wear them.

In the end, she didn't take it with her.

But many of the unassuming acrylic boxes in the house were gone; those were the things she cared about most.

On my phone, a subordinate sent me a text message.

Tell him that Wen Jin and Meng Qinghe have already bought their plane tickets for that night and are on their way to the airport.

It wasn't until he saw this message that Fu Yanjing finally realized what was going on:

He thought she was unremarkable, merely a fleeting stroke in his life.

But Fu Yanjing's gaze lingered on her, perhaps only because she appeared in a period of his life when he was feeling weary, only to later discover that she was a rare character.

By the time he wanted to look up words in the dictionary for Wen Jin, it was too late.

In the pitch-black room, the phone screen was the only source of light.

Fu Yanjing suddenly slumped against the wall, his tall figure slowly sliding down.

He sat down on the ground.

Large tears fell onto the phone screen, blurring my vision for a moment.

He thought he was cold-hearted and nothing could cause him to have a huge emotional reaction.

I never expected that one day I would cry so bitterly.

The bottle slipped from his hand, rolled several times, and ended up under the bed.

Fu Yanjing bent down to look for more, and as the backlight of his phone swept across the area under the bed, a one-inch photo caught his eye.

That's a photo of him from high school.

This photo, which he himself doesn't even have, has somehow appeared here.

His knuckles were white, and he brushed away the accumulated dust with his fingertips, as if parting the dark clouds that obscured the light of memory.

A faint handwriting appeared on the back of the photo.

May we meet again.

Fu Yanjing vaguely recalled the sound of the school bell ringing at Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School.

The girl in the far corner of the photo, wearing a blue and white school uniform and tightly clutching her long sleeves, appeared in his mind once again.

Next came the note that had fallen out of the book.

The note was filled with words, and it said that the person he liked was Zhou Jichen.

But the handwriting on it was completely different from the handwriting in front of me.

Fu Yanjing's pupils suddenly contracted.

*

On the fifth day after landing in Jiangbei, Wen Jin moved again.

The house was found for An Yu by her parents.

On the edge of the old town, there is Qinghuai Street.

It's a bit remote, quiet and deserted, but the transportation is okay.

The house is on the second floor of this small building in an old commercial area; there is a flower shop downstairs.

The florist is a divorced middle-aged woman with a nine-year-old boy whose mental age is that of a four or five-year-old.

The entire building belongs to her; she lives upstairs from Wen Jinye and is also Wen Jinye's landlord.

The person is very enthusiastic.

Wen Jin also renovated the house before moving in.

Although the building is old, it is not desolate. It is surrounded by lush greenery, and the dense foliage makes it warm and cozy.

It has all kinds of facilities.

Although it lacks the hustle and bustle of the city center, it possesses a unique tranquility and peace.

Wen Jin also moved without asking anyone for help; a large Lalamove truck did the job in one trip.

When An Yu arrived, Wen Jin had already finished packing up downstairs. Seeing how hard she was carrying the cardboard boxes, An Yu got out of the car and went straight to Wen Jin.

"Let me do it, don't let the box crush you."

However, she underestimated not only Wen Jinye's strength, but also the weight of the box.

Upon receiving it, An Yu instantly lost all her strength and ability, her face turning red as she said, "You have a nuclear weapon inside."

Wen Jin sighed helplessly, "I'll do it."

An Yu inexplicably felt that she was being looked down upon from her kind and smiling eyes.

She gritted her teeth, "Just a cardboard box."

As soon as she finished speaking, An Yu almost missed a step while going up the stairs because her view was blocked by the box.

With a sway, the box slipped from his grasp and tumbled down the stairs, scattering its contents all over the floor.

Wen Jinye: "Are you sure you're here to help me?"