Chapter 328: The Grand Finale

Chapter 328: The Grand Finale

There is no snow in the port city in winter.

But in Jiangbei, snow was already falling like goose feathers, and before they knew it, winter had arrived, and the earth was covered in frost.

Early in the morning, Wen Jin's phone buzzed.

Several messages were sent by An Yu.

Her new drama has gone through many twists and turns, but it has finally started filming, and the location has been surprisingly set at Jiangbei No.1 Middle School.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the red-walled teaching buildings appeared less imposing and solemn.

An Yu filmed an early scene today, and as soon as the director yelled "cut," she couldn't wait to share it with Wen Jin.

Jiangbei No.1 Middle School is very large. A separate small building, which is usually not in use, was allocated to the film crew for shooting, so that it does not interfere with the places where students usually have classes.

So An Yu could only stand at the window and look down at the lively scene of people excitedly playing on the playground.

Sure enough, no matter the year, snowball fights and building snowmen are indispensable on snowy days.

Do you remember the year Fu Yanjing and the others graduated? At the beginning of spring, Jiangbei was hit by a snowstorm unlike any seen in ten years. I excitedly took you downstairs, determined to have a snowball fight and see who was the best.

Wen Jin's thoughts were also drawn to that time by An Yu.

How could I not remember?

At that time, Fu Yanjing and Xu Xiangbai were not far away.

Xu Xiangbai's mesmerizing laughter echoed across the playground.

Of the three people in the story, only Fu Yanjing is a true southerner.

But Xu Xiangbai and Zhou Jichen were more excited than anyone else when they saw the snow.

They fought so fiercely that they lost all sense of time and place.

Taking advantage of Fu Yanjing's unpreparedness, Xu Xiangbai launched a feint, smashing a large snowball into Fu Yanjing's chest.

Fu Yanjing couldn't take it anymore and threw a huge snowball in retaliation. Xu Xiangbai nimbly jumped away, but the snowball hit Wen Jinye's shoulder squarely.

An Yu excitedly tugged at Wen Jinye's hand, "Jinye, that's Fu Yanjing, and Zhou Jichen too."

She thought, "Will the other party apologize?"

So he immediately brushed the snow off his hands, breathed on his palms, and tidied his messy bangs.

I was just about to give a proper greeting.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Jinye, that little turtle, shrinking away faster than anyone else.

They run fast too.

At that time, she was incredibly insecure.

I was so close, so very close, to being able to talk to Fu Yanjing.

But she left everyone with a flustered and indistinct silhouette, lost in the crowd.

An Yu asked: "If you had to do it all over again, would you still run away?"

Wen Jinye: [If I do it again, I'll throw a snowball right into his heart.]

Fu Yanjing returned after washing up.

They made a lot of noise last night and didn't fall asleep until very late.

As is customary, Wen Jin wouldn't wake up this early, which surprised him somewhat.

"Still having trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds?"

"No, not at all." Wen Jin shook her head, the drowsiness on her face replaced by the joy she felt after chatting with An Yu.

Fu Yanjing glanced at her lit-up phone screen and casually asked, "What are you chatting about? You seem so happy."

"Chatting—"

Wen Jin also drew out the last syllable, "Seventeen-year-old Wen Jin is really a coward."

Fu Yanjing came over and kissed her forehead.

"But 26-year-old Wen Jin is also a young warrior."

*

The port city's culture blends Chinese and Western elements, making Christmas particularly lively and festive.

Wen Jin also thought back to the years when she studied in Hong Kong, when there were always fireworks shows at Victoria Harbour Bridge during Christmas.

She suddenly felt a sense of anticipation and asked Fu Yanjing, "Will there be a fireworks show on the Victoria Harbour Bridge this year?"

"That's all." That was Fu Yanjing's reply, given without hesitation.

A sense of loss quietly rose in Wen Jin's heart.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Yanjing said, "However, Victoria Harbour has it."

"The makeup artist will come over in a bit to fix you up. I'll take you to see her."

*

The nights in the port city are always glamorous and dazzling.

Returning to the port city, Wen Jinye's state of mind was completely different from the last time.

After attending her senior's wedding, she thought she would never set foot in Hong Kong again in her life.

Just as she never imagined that she and Fu Yanjing would cross paths again.

They would never have imagined it.

The person standing in the ending is also Fu Yanjing.

The surface of Victoria Harbour was filled with shimmering gold and fiery light, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, brushed against her hair.

Christmas red and green decorations were everywhere on the streets, and pedestrians were coming and going.

Fu Yanjing held Wen Jinye's hand the whole way.

suddenly--

"Bang!"

The first firework burst open in the center of the night sky, like a golden waterfall cascading down from the dark heavens.

That was just the prelude to the main event.

Immediately afterwards, the night sky over the entire city was lit up.

The fireworks filled the sky as if the Milky Way had been poured down.

The entire port city, every inch of the night sky was illuminated.

Wen Jin stood frozen in place, her pupils shimmering with dazzling colors.

She tilted her head back, completely absorbed.

Thinking back to every year she lived under someone else's roof, in those dark and hopeless times, fireworks were the only light she could find solace in.

But it always passes by in the blink of an eye.

The grip on Wen Jinye's hand loosened slightly.

Immediately afterwards, something slightly cold and a little rough touched her palm.

That silhouette...

Wen Jin also turned to the side and lowered her head.

But others had already bowed down to her before her.

Fu Yanjing knelt on one knee.

Their hands, clasped tightly together, seemed to have built a sturdy bridge of love within this small space.

The ring was now in their clasped hands.

The city was ablaze with fireworks, but they couldn't drown out Fu Yanjing's slightly trembling yet exceptionally sincere voice.

"I'm sorry, I was too slow to realize the significance of fireworks to you. And it wasn't just here that I was slow to realize the significance of this relationship."

“Wen Jinye—” He took a deep breath.

This is terrible!

The man who had never shown fear in countless thrilling negotiations was now looking at himself as a clueless young man again with tension and trepidation in his eyes.

"Wen Jinye, will you marry me?"

“These fireworks that fill the city are my pledge of allegiance.” He said each word clearly, “I will burn my ambition, my city, all my shame and glory, for you to see.”

Wen Jin's fingertips were trembling.

These past years flashed through my mind.

One by one, the twists and turns were numerous and unpredictable.

These two completely different people should have never met, yet they both went astray.

The sea breeze suddenly picked up, tousling her long hair.

Fu Yanjing remained kneeling, his back straight as a pine tree, only his slightly white knuckles revealing a hint of tension.

“Fu Yanjing,” her voice was tinged with tears, yet unusually bright, “get up.”

Wen Jin responded to him, "Help me put on the ring, and then—I really want to hug you."

They hid in the midst of the bustling crowd.

Standing under a sky full of fireworks.

Finally, they found true happiness.

It will rain again in Jiangbei.

But in Wen Jin's heart, only this moment remained, a moment that had set the city ablaze with light—

The fireworks were dazzling.

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