Chapter 169: There are many things you don't know

Chapter 169: There are many things you don't know

"Hello?"

There was a brief silence on the phone; no one answered, only the indistinct background noise could be heard.

Wen Jin also wondered if it was a mistake or an accidental touch.

Just as I was about to hang up, a hoarse, deep voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't hang up."

His tone was urgent, as if he was afraid that if he hesitated even a second, he would hear a hollow, mechanical voice.

"Wen Jinye, Jiangbei No.1 Middle School, Class 14, 2019. Your teaching building and mine are separated only by a long corridor."

Wen Jin also choked on her breath almost instinctively.

She adjusted herself with restraint, but her fingertips gripped the phone tightly, like a drowning person clinging to the last piece of floating debris.

From the change in his voice, it seemed as if he had already sensed the purpose of the call.

“Plain noodles with cucumber strips are not a Jiangbei person’s preference; it’s your conclusion drawn from observing me day after day. Behind that yellowed one-inch photo at Xishan Mansion is your expectation related to me; and there’s that photo on the basketball court, your figure standing on the edge.” He had a profound and unwavering conviction, “You were looking at me then.”

She was always looking at him.

Whether in high school or in the port city.

"Besides all this, what else don't I know? You liked me from the beginning. Back in Hong Kong, you were scratched by my car. It was supposed to be our reunion after a long separation, so why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you ever tell me that you liked me from the very beginning?"

Her unrequited love, which had been languishing and hesitant to speak, was finally revealed at this moment.

Wen Jin also felt her body trembling, and the heat rising in her eyes blurred her vision. The shattered lamplight in her eyes spread out layer by layer, and yellow halos of light of different sizes kept overlapping in her vision.

Her tone held a stubborn defiance: "Fu Yanjing, it was just a long-awaited reunion for me."

Wen Jin also held back her sobs; the overwhelming sadness felt like a backlash that had been suppressed for a long time and finally exceeded its threshold.

"You don't remember me. I stood right in front of you, full of love, and you didn't cherish me. How could you possibly value my past unrequited love?"

She never expected that the photos she had left behind in Hong Kong would be found by Fu Yanjing.

Just as she never expected that the truth about her having a crush on Fu Yanjing would be revealed by him himself.

“Besides, even you said it yourself—” Wen Jin couldn’t hold back her sobs, her voice trembling, “My affection is nothing to worry about. It was all just my ignorant self-indulgence. That photo too, you don’t need to take it to heart.”

The boomerang of yesteryear once again struck Fu Yanjing precisely in the chest.

His breathing was labored and painful.

His words were pale and powerless: "At that time, I didn't know, I really didn't know."

Fu Yanjing said, "I thought you liked..."

He was jealous.

But Wen Jin interrupted him.

There are many things you don't know.

"The fifth-floor corridor was bathed in the glow of the setting sun at dusk. I stood there, watching you play ball—and it wasn't just that one time in the photo. You don't remember the first time we met, you..."

Wen Jin couldn't continue speaking either; her trembling breaths interrupted everything.

But the person being loved unilaterally is completely unaware and has the least right to question his silent followers.

The call ended abruptly at that moment.

The night breeze felt cool on my face, as if it were seeping into my skin.

Fu Yanjing looked at his phone, which had been idle for a long time and was now in a sleep state.

A drop of water falls onto the screen.

Fu Yanjing stared blankly, a hollow and bewildered light in his eyes.

He raised his hand and touched his face, feeling a dampness on his fingertip.

This almost dejected and depressed atmosphere left even his assistant standing behind him feeling helpless.

Fu Yanjing was holding his phone, but his assistant didn't dare to ask for it back rashly.

The hustle and bustle of the night market contrasted sharply with the silence on this edge, and Fu Yanjing seemed to lose her color in an instant amidst the vibrant crowd.

Fu Yanjing remained silent, and his assistant asked no questions either.

I didn't dare ask anything.

However, based on the content of Fu Yanjing's call just now, he could roughly get some sense of it.

It turns out that the scene of those in power bowing their heads is not a satisfying story; on the contrary, it makes the onlookers feel heartbroken.

Someone was riding a mountain bike at night, and I instinctively turned on the bell next to the handlebars to remind them.

The crisp, continuous sound brought Fu Yanjing back to his senses.

He slowly handed the phone to his assistant and got back into the car.

He was still in a state of bewilderment after a profound awakening, like a traveler lost on a deserted island, with nothing to rely on and no direction.

But the assistant felt that Fu Yanjing had a place he couldn't wait to get to.

"Boss, where shall I take you?"

The engine roared to life.

He heard the man behind him speak in a hoarse voice:

"Go to Still Water Garden."

*

"Don't cry, Flower."

Xunxun's height only reaches Wen Jinye's waist.

Because of his intellectual disability, he went to a regular school, where he was ostracized and bullied by the other children, and developed tendencies toward depression and autism.

So I spend most of my time with my mother in the flower shop.

Help my mom tend to the potted plants and prune the flowers.

He was really well-behaved, but God closed this window for him.

The boy's face was covered in dirt, but his clear black and white eyes were bright and transparent, without a trace of impurity.

Like the cleanest mirror in the world.

Wen Jin also saw her own disheveled appearance through his eyes.

She then came to her senses and realized that she had been standing there crying for a long time.

The little boy's hands, covered in mud, held a pot of brightly blooming Phalaenopsis orchids.

It was his newly completed masterpiece.

Wen Jinye's tears slid down her cheeks, and as she lowered her head, one tear landed squarely on the leaf of a Phalaenopsis orchid.

Like a drop of dew in the morning.

Xunxun repeated, "Don't cry, sister. Here's some flowers for you."

Wen Jin also turned her head and looked into the flower shop.

The landlord stood at the door, looked at Xunxun, then at Wen Jinye, and nodded with satisfaction.

She hastily wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her hand, her voice still muffled from crying.

He half-squatted down, his gaze level with Xunxun's, and solemnly presented the result with both hands.

"Thank you for the gift, sister, don't cry anymore."

Xunxun tilted his head, "Sister, are we friends now?"

"yes."

Would you like to be my friend?

"My sister is very willing."

Upon hearing this, a pure smile bloomed on Xunxun's face.

He turned and ran towards the landlord.

"Mom, Mom, I have a new friend."

“Tan Tan doesn’t like to play with me, so I don’t want to play with him either. My sister is willing to play with me; she’s my good friend.”

Wen Jin stood there, stunned.

A principle that even children understand.

It was only now that she truly understood.