Chapter 242: I don't think I feel any regret anymore.

Chapter 242: I think I don't feel any regret anymore.

Wensong Road.

The aroma of fireworks still lingers.

On that small yellow wooden table, bearing the marks of time, Wen Jin sat opposite Fu Yanjing.

The night air was cool, and the owner cheerfully brought over a bowl of noodle soup.

"Girls are afraid of catching a cold, so hold it to warm your hands first."

Then she looked at Fu Yanjing, with a hint of gossip in her voice, "Where did the little girl go for a while? I haven't seen the two of you together for a while."

Wen Jin never expected that just one visit with Fu Yanjing would make the boss remember her so well.

Holding the steaming bowl, she smiled politely and sweetly, "I've been quite busy lately and haven't been to Wensong Road."

"What do you want to eat? The usual?"

"Um."

9:20.

It was the time when students at Jiangbei No.1 Middle School were leaving their evening self-study session.

Previously, evening self-study sessions were optional; students could freely choose whether or not to attend.

But after Wen Jinye's class graduated, it changed and became mandatory evening self-study.

An Yu felt a sense of relief, as if she had escaped from danger. "Luckily, I graduated early."

Wen Jin also said, "The cafeteria on the second floor has also been renovated and remodeled, and many new dishes have been added."

An Yu immediately switched to a double standard: "Damn, I was born at the wrong time."

At that age when they were just getting hungry, a group of younger students wearing red and black school uniforms quickly flooded into Wensong Road.

At the table behind Wen Jin and Fu Yanjing sat two girls. Even though the fatigue from studying had not completely dissipated, their youthful exuberance was undeniable.

The girl's joyful voice drifted into my ears.

"Baby, don't worry! I've taken care of everything for you. Wang Zhen will invite your crush over for noodles in a little while, and he'll definitely be able to get you two to meet."

"Hey hey hey—coming, coming!"

Two boys sat down at the table in front.

"Go quickly and get to know him!"

The girl was clearly inexperienced. "I...I'm a little nervous. And would it be presumptuous of me to just go up and add him on WeChat? Should I introduce myself first?"

These few words contained so much of a young girl's excitement and trepidation.

The strategist, being an observer, had a clearer perspective and was more experienced than her.

"Okay, listen to me, get up and walk in this direction."

"Then what?"

Strategist Best Friend: "You go first, then we'll talk!"

The girl hesitated for a few seconds.

The sound of a stool being pulled out came from behind Wen Jin.

No one can be uninterested in such budding, innocent feelings.

Wen Jin stopped blowing on the noodle soup, turned her head slightly, and looked at it very seriously.

Fu Yanjing rested his chin on his hand, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips as he looked at Wen Jinye.

The girl's steps were slightly hurried.

Her hands were placed in front of her chest, fidgeting nervously through the long sleeves of her school uniform.

She was completely bewildered and clearly had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Trusting her best friend, she decided to just leave, no matter what.

As I brushed past my crush, the overwhelming excitement caused a buzzing in my ears and blurred my vision for a second.

During the brief feeling of suffocation, my heart was racing as if it had been put on an accelerator.

How pathetic.

Just then.

A clear voice called out from behind.

"Lin Su! Lin Su! Bring me a small dish of condiments too!"

The girl named Lin Su stopped, turned around and looked back at her best friend.

She tilted her head and smiled slyly.

"good……"

As I turned around, my gaze unexpectedly met that of Crush, who was sitting at the table next to me.

He nodded slightly.

He saw her!

perhaps……

I will also remember her name.

Her steps were noticeably lighter as she walked toward the small condiment station.

The girl's sweet and hidden thoughts were all concealed in this slightly cool night.

What a youthful, unrequited love.

This left Wen Jin somewhat dazed.

In her youth, there was also someone who lived there.

If she could do it all over again, would she still choose to be that timid, silent admirer?

"What are you thinking about?"

Fu Yanjing's languid and gentle words instantly blurred all the noisy and bustling sounds into a blurry background.

Wen Jinye's thoughts raced through every moment of disappointment she felt when she brushed past him at seventeen and watched his back as he walked away.

Back to the present.

Seventeen-year-old Wen Jin never imagined that one day she would actually cross paths with Fu Yanjing again, and become entangled in a passionate and intense relationship.

Just like 23-year-old Wen Jin never imagined that one day Fu Yanjing would also be so devoted to her.

“I was thinking, I didn’t even have this kind of courage when I was 17.”

An Yu encouraged and supported her more than once.

People who live in love are generous in expressing their love.

They are not afraid to express what they like.

But Wen Jin dared not.

She was trapped in her damp and dark home, constantly eroded by repression, insults, and abuse.

So I always feel unworthy.

She was afraid that if she looked up, he would see her timid eyes.

She was also afraid that if she reached out, he would see the numerous scars on her arms.

I always hesitate to take action.

Drawn by the moon, and under its clear light, I felt ashamed of my own appearance.

She was like a prying admirer, passing by the youthful exuberance and boundless excitement with fervent yet silent devotion.

Wen Jin also gestured vaguely in the air, "Do you know? Many years ago, in the same place, I also stood between two tables, waiting and tracing your figure."

She smiled slightly. "Back then, Xu Xiangbai said this noodle dish was awful, and you even blamed him for being a wild boar that couldn't eat fine bran. Later, I followed your example and ate that same vegetarian bowl of noodles. Actually, I'm not a picky eater at all, but I also found the taste bland. I don't know why you liked it, but I just followed your example and tried to like it too."

"Later you left, you left Jiangbei, but I ate that bowl of noodles many more times afterward."

The valve of memories was opened.

Her gentle voice flowed with the night.

His tone, tinged with laughter as he reminisced, carried a hint of melancholy.

Fu Yanjing felt a tightness in his throat, like a piece of rusty iron.

“Wen Jinye.”

Fu Yanjing called her softly, "I'm sorry I didn't see you sooner, and I didn't realize my own shortcomings sooner."

"That's why you suffered so much injustice and your youth was full of regrets."

The night lights were dim and dim, and Wen Jin looked intently at Fu Yanjing's stunningly beautiful face.

I don't know if it counts as a regret.

"I may always feel regret for Wen Jinye at 17. I always feel that I lacked some courage back then. I wonder if Wen Jinye at 17 could see now, would she feel fulfilled?"

She reached out and truly touched Fu Yanjing's face.

His warmth lingered on my fingertips.

The young men and women from the two tables behind them formed another table and sat down next to Wen Jinye and Fu Yanjing.

The conversation became clearer.

The two strategists, full of passion and enthusiasm, worked tirelessly to pull the bridge.

The boy, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke:

"You're the girl who accidentally bumped into me during the long-distance run in PE class, right?"

"You remember me?" The girl's voice trembled with surprise.

"Now, the impression is even more profound."

...

Wen Jin also smiled suddenly.

We can't go back to the past. But the present—

"Fu Yanjing, I don't think I have any regrets anymore."