Jingmin looked at the vase and continued speaking

"You said the vase representing you and me must be placed in the dining area, and directly facing the kitchen."

This is the only way to concretely represent two people in one house, three meals a day, and four seasons.

"This isn't just a simple arrangement; it represents a symbolic aspiration," he said, his voice carrying a hint of determination.

Chu Wuyang looked at him, her heart filled with complex emotions.

She wouldn't be surprised if Jingmin used to believe such absurd things.

But what does it mean that Jingmin is mentioning all of this now, even though it's clearly fake?

She won't pander to them, nor is there any need for her to fabricate these things anymore.

In reality, the placement of vases has no profound meaning.

It was just that they happened to be eating at the time, and Jingmin was happily looking at the design drawings, so she fabricated the story.

Dead memories assaulted her.

There was no awkwardness, but it brought back deeper memories.

Jing Min turned around and glanced around the wooden house, his voice tinged with a faint melancholy, as if he too was reminiscing.

"I've built the third of these same wooden houses, and this is your first time setting foot in one."

"The third one?"

Chu Wuyang asked in surprise,

Jing Min nodded and said slowly.

"It's the third one; the first two are in the same position."

His tone was tinged with helplessness and regret.

"They're all in Haicheng"

Chu Wuyang already knew this from Mingxiu.

"The first one was there a long time ago, before I left the country, but it was too fragile. It collapsed with just a small typhoon. It completely collapsed a week before I left the country."

Jingmin's face was full of dejection.

Chu Wuyang sorted out the timeline in her mind.

A week before Jingmin left the country at the age of 22, a category 17 typhoon hit Haicheng that year.

It wasn't a minor typhoon; its destructive power was the greatest in Haicheng's history, so it left a deep impression on her.

That evening, after her performance at the school anniversary gala, she received a call from Yang Jinchu, who said he was coming to see her.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time. Yang Jinchu waited for her in the grove behind the auditorium. Because it was dark and there was a typhoon,

In Haicheng, the weather is especially bad, with mosquitoes everywhere. When an insect flew onto her, she was so frightened that she clung to Yang Jinchu and wouldn't let go, not daring to look at him at all.

Yang Jinchu kept apologizing, saying it was all his fault for not thinking things through and that he should have waited for him indoors.

He also kindly made amends by shielding her with his body, although Yang Jin later had an excess of junior high school education.

But she wasn't spared either.

Afterwards, I took her to see Aunt An.

The typhoon was too strong that night, and her phone happened to be out of battery, so she used Yang Jinchu's phone to call home to let them know she was safe.

So I stayed at his house.