Pei family

A large suitcase lay flat on the floor next to the sofa, while Pei's mother bustled about, stuffing things into it and giving instructions to her son who was about to leave home.

"Xiao Ke, your clothes are too thin. Although it's spring now, it will still be cold for a while. I brought you two sweaters so you can wear them underneath."

Pei Ke looked at his mother, who was busy running around in the living room, as if she wanted to fill the whole house. He sighed silently. Based on past experience, he knew that he couldn't stop his mother from worrying too much, so he moved to sit opposite his father, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa.

Pei's father shook the newspaper, glanced at his watch, and said, "Well, it's almost time. If we don't leave soon, we'll miss the high-speed train."

"That's it, that's it." Pei's mother checked one last time and closed the box.

Mr. Pei took his son to the station, while Mrs. Pei sat in the passenger seat, chattering on and on, perfectly embodying the image of a mother seeing her child off on a long journey.

"When you get to the station, please pay close attention to the time. Last time I missed my train because I was watching a show while waiting for it, and I had to reschedule."

"Also, you should eat less takeout at school; it's unhealthy."

"If you don't have enough money, be sure to tell your family. Don't try to support yourself. Your family has money, so you don't need to be frugal."

Pei Ke leaned back in her chair, staring out the window at the buildings receding one by one, occasionally responding to her mother's words, appearing as if she were already used to it, her expression indifferent.

Instead, Pei's father was a little troubled, "Xiao Ke is so grown up now, he understands all this."

Pei's mother disagreed, frowning, "I'm just worried. A child will never grow up in front of his mother."

"Alright, alright, you're right." Knowing he couldn't argue with his wife, Pei's father stopped insisting and cheerfully asked about Pei Ke: "Xiao Ke, what are your plans for this semester? I've noticed you've been reading law-related books lately."

Pei Ke turned back and replied, "I plan to minor in law this semester."

"That's great, you'll have two degrees after graduation." Mr. Pei was quite proud; his son had never caused him much worry since he was a child and always had his own ideas.

He has been interested in foreign languages ​​since he was a child, and after entering university he majored in Japanese. Now, for some reason, he plans to study law.

He always seemed to know exactly which direction he should go and what he wanted to do.

This is much better than him.

"A double degree? Won't that be too tiring?" Pei's mother was a little worried that her son might be too strict with himself. "Other people go to university with ease, why are you different? If you really spend all your time studying, how will you have time to find a wife?"

"Don't you trust your son? These things are not difficult for him."

“I’m worried that he’ll spend all his time on books and won’t have time to find a wife. It would be embarrassing if he graduated still single.”

"You don't need to worry about that at all. I've seen him receiving love letters non-stop."

"Your son has high standards and doesn't like any of them. Over the years, he's only had a fling with one girl, but it all fell through in the end." Pei's mother found this strange. She had even been called to the school because of this. Her son treated the girl very well, but after graduation, they never got together, which worried her to death.

"You can't force these things. Do you think everyone wants to be like we were back then?"

The two people in front started reminiscing about their college days again, ignoring their son who had fallen silent behind them.

It really can't be forced. Over the past four years, many female classmates have openly or secretly shown their affection for him, but he didn't like any of them.

The only one he ever liked disappeared without a word, and there hasn't been a sound in all these years. He's been waiting like a fool for so long. If he's so capable, he should never come back to see her again.

You heartless bastard.

Winter has passed, and in the early spring streets, the trees on both sides have sprouted new buds, and the green dots are scattered and mottled in front of my eyes, blending into my clear vision.

I had just settled my things when my phone on the table lit up for a moment—it was a WeChat voice message.

He opened his phone and heard Duan Zian's cheerful voice: "Pei Ke, you're going back to school today, right? Let's have a meal together, and Nuoyu can come too."

Duan Zian is an English major senior he met in a school club. They are about to graduate this year. The two get along very well and get together from time to time.

He replied with "okay," and the other party immediately sent over the time and location.

The appointment was for 6 PM, and after calculating the time, now is just right to leave.

The South Gate Food Street is a popular spot for S University students. Located on the south side of the school, right next to it, it's a gathering place for food from all over the country. The prices are reasonable, and every evening after class, it's packed with students looking for something to eat.

At this moment, inside a Sichuan restaurant, two figures stood out. A man and a woman, both with outstanding appearances, attracted the attention of those around them. However, their demeanor was out of place with the lively atmosphere around them, especially the woman, who seemed like a fairy who had wandered into a world of mortals.

The two seemed to be waiting for someone, exchanging a few words occasionally.

The sliding glass door at the entrance was pushed open once again, and a tall, slender figure entered. He exuded a cold and aloof aura, swept his gaze across the room, and then strode directly toward the two outstanding figures in the corner.

"You're here, sit here." Duan Zian smiled when he saw the person who came in and patted the chair next to him.

Pei Ke sat down next to Duan Zi'an as Duan Zi'an suggested, "Sorry I'm a little late."

"What are you saying? There's no need for us to be so polite." Duan Zian patted the shoulder of the person next to him. "We've already ordered a few dishes. See what you want to eat and add it yourself."

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