Chapter 122

Chen He's birthday is one month later than Qiu Yue's.

In fact, that day was not her birthday.

Children in orphanages often have unknown dates of birth, so the director designated the day she arrived at the orphanage as her birthday.

That time, Xiaoyue called her brother on WeChat to ask: Chen He's birthday is coming up, and she wants to get her a gift. Is there a place where her brother can buy a small, inexpensive gift at his university? The cost can be deducted from his living expenses.

Song Zhou agreed, and soon after, he sent the bracelet.

After Xiaoyue received the bracelet, she was surprised by its exquisite beauty and asked him how much it cost.

He said: It’s made of glass, very cheap, only 9.9 yuan.

Xiaoyue believed it.

Actually, it is made of crystal. Jiangzhu is rich in crystal. The market price of crystal is over a thousand yuan, but you can buy it for a few hundred yuan locally.

At that time, he was no longer short of money and could afford it.

I bought Xiaoyue a relatively expensive gift for her friend out of gratitude.

I am grateful to have such a friend who accompanies his sister who is studying alone in a foreign country.

I don’t tell them the true value because I’m afraid it will burden them.

I chose the black and white bead combination because I always heard my sister talk about Chen He. Although I have never met her or seen a photo of her, I have imagined what she looked like and have a vague silhouette in my mind.

A proud, noble and beautiful figure.

He felt that the combination of black and white, pure and cold colors, would definitely suit Chen He's temperament, and she would definitely like it.

Chen He stroked the bracelet, listening to the crisp clicking sounds of its beads, feeling a mixture of emotions: "Yes, I like it very much."

Then he added, "So, when we first met, you already knew who I was."

Song Zhou sat up straight as if he had been stabbed. This was the part he feared the most.

He gripped the phone tightly, his voice tense and rapid:

"I...I do know, but I...I...don't mean any harm. I really don't mean any harm.

"I chose to work in Qi'an to find out Xiaoyue's whereabouts. Meeting you wasn't a coincidence.

“I did see your comics first, so I guessed that you must know something about Xiaoyue’s affairs.

"I specially switched shifts with your original doctor on the day you made an appointment for rehabilitation treatment.

"At first, I did want to... understand how much I knew about you, Xiaoyue, and why you drew that comic.

“But I never doubted that you would hurt Xiaoyue.

“Even though you deliberately expressed your conflict with Xiaoyue in the comics, I am sure that you must have other intentions.

“Xiaoyue said you are her best friend and she would never make a mistake in choosing you.

"I'm pursuing you because... I really like you. Just you.

“The fact that I like you…has nothing to do with anything else, not even Xiaoyue.

"It's just pure, pure...

"I'm in love with you."

His voice was trembling, his throat seemed to be on fire, and his words were incoherent.

Ever since his identity was revealed, what he feared most was that Chen He would doubt that he loved her.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.

Song Zhou's heart was in his throat, his body was cold with fear, his fingers were numb, and his chest felt empty as the cold wind of early winter blew through him.

It was all his fault for his initial deception. He was going to lose her.

He was in a panic, trying to grab something.

Almost unconsciously, broken words came out of his mouth: "I... I am a fraud. I know I don't deserve to be with you. I, I..."

His lips trembled, and he didn't know whether he wanted to apologize or beg.

The voice gradually faded away, and my heart fell into the abyss of despair in the dead silence.

Chen He's voice suddenly came from the receiver:

"Little lamb. No, little puppy.

“Even when I was most doubtful about your identity, I never doubted that you loved me.

“Not a single second.

"I believe that even without all these things, even if we were complete strangers, we would still be destined to meet at some time and place and fall in love at first sight."

Song Zhou's ears were ringing, and it took him a while to understand the meaning of these words.

It was as if there was a reservoir in my heart that had been dammed for years, and these words suddenly broke the dam.

He could no longer control himself. He was too ashamed to let Chen He hear his sobs, but he was reluctant to hang up the phone, so he instinctively hid the phone in his arms.

Then Chen He heard the violent heartbeat and the muffled howling like a little wild beast that had suffered a great deal of injustice.

It took a long time for the little beast to calm down, and Song Zhou leaned against the wall, feeling powerless.

But the tears washed away the haze in my eyes, and the long-lost clarity was like a lake.

He put the phone back to his ear and said in a weak voice, "But, I can't walk properly now. Something is wrong. I... seem to be splitting apart."

Chen He sighed softly: "No matter how my beloved concubine walks, she is stepping on my heart."

Song Zhou could hear how hard Chen He was trying to comfort him.

He became increasingly depressed and said guiltily, "I'm sorry for running out without telling you."

"Tsk, I understand. These are all tricks used by the harem. They just want to attract my attention."

Song Zhou's face was filled with tears, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up slightly, but then fell down again.

He wiped his wet face with the back of his hand and uttered dryly, "And... and curly hair..."

Chen He could hear the difficulty in his voice—Song Zhou was eager to explain everything to her.

However, he may not be ready to look back on that painful period.

"It's getting late." Chen He stopped him, "Let's talk about Curly later."

Song Zhou felt relieved quietly, as if he had escaped some punishment.

He stood up slowly. He felt a little dizzy because he had cried too hard just now.

"I'll go back now..." He held the wall with one hand and walked out of the alley.

"Going back? It's hard to get a taxi over there, right?" Chen He could tell his voice was weak. "Didn't you eat lunch?"

"Um……"

"See if there are any restaurants around here. Eat something before you take a taxi."

"A restaurant?" He looked around. "It seems..."

His voice paused, and he uttered two words: "Zhuangzhuang?"

It was already dark, and the wind carried a burning smell. Song Zhoufang realized that this place was not far from the Qingde Auto Repair Shop.

Not far away, Boss Niu was holding a plastic bag in his hand. He stared at him in panic, then turned and walked away as if he was escaping.

Chen He heard it and asked, "Why, did you meet Zhuangzhuang?"

"Yeah." Song Zhou said, "He ran away when he saw me."

He lowered his eyes and added, "He's holding something delicious in his hand."