Chapter 121 N - The Return
Chu Beiling accompanied Xing Yu through a series of examinations.
As he watched the dark red blood flow from Xing Yu's arm, he felt as if the needle was piercing his heart, and the blood flowed to his limbs and bones, bringing with it a dense, needle-like pain.
Chu Beiling repeatedly told Xing Yu, and himself, not to be afraid, that no matter what the outcome, he would always be with him.
But he could only watch as Xing Yu, with a resolute and decisive attitude, went to save a younger brother who didn't take him seriously and was causing him trouble.
Chu Beiling couldn't control himself. He was in so much pain that he had nowhere to vent the violence rising in his heart. He wished he could take an 800-meter-long kitchen knife and go to the ward to stab Xing Jiale a few times, but even that wouldn't be enough to relieve the hatred in his heart.
He was furious that the person he cherished so much was treated like this.
The days of waiting for the results were agonizing, every minute and every second was unbearable.
On the day the report was to be collected, Chu Beiling canceled all her work and stayed close to Xing Yu.
When the thin sheet of paper that pronounced the outcome was taken out of the report machine, Chu Beiling's breath almost stopped. His gaze swept over the complex medical terms and finally settled on the three bright red words "mismatch".
The anxiety and fear of the past few days were shattered by these few words, and Chu Beiling's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled down.
In that instant, his eyes stung, his nose tingled, and he almost cried.
The next second, his soul returned—
Chu Beiling was so happy she felt like she was flying. She clenched her fists and barely managed to suppress the cheers and shouts that came out of her mouth.
He turned his head and gave Xing Yu a deep look, his eyes filled with undisguised joy at surviving a disaster.
Of course, Xing Xiaoshu and his wife, as well as Xing Jiale, were not as happy as him.
The only hope has been shattered.
Xing Xiaoshu seemed to have aged several years in an instant. Madam Xing burst into tears on the spot. Xing Jiale stared intently at the report, her eyes sinister, her lips pressed into a twisted line, and her whole body trembling.
Xing Yu looked at the desperate family of three before him, then turned to Xing Xiaoshu and said calmly, "I have repaid what I owed you. From now on, we are even. Please never appear in my sight again. Thank you."
Xing Xiaoshu was choked by these words, and then, like a firecracker that had been lit, he raised his finger and pointed it at Xing Yu's nose.
Whether from anger or something else, Xing Xiaoshu's voice was distorted: "Even if we're even? You have my blood in your veins! Look at your brother, he's almost dead! How can you so cold-bloodedly say such callous things? Where is your conscience?!"
The family of three over there was shrouded in drizzle, while he was bathed in sunshine, as if they were on different levels. In order not to appear too gloating, which would be really unkind, Chu Beiling kept suppressing the corners of his mouth from turning up.
But such a result was worth the expense of putting on a fireworks show, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Chu Beiling's smile was harder to suppress than an AK-47; it was about to burst out. She kept repeating in her mind's eye: "Indifferent, indifferent, I'm a heartless, emotionless machine, devoid of feelings, devoid of feelings, I have no feelings at all~~~"
Upon hearing this, the monk stopped chanting, came to his senses, and retorted directly: "Uncle Xing, you're wrong. Xing Yu has already helped and is willing to do so, but it's just not a good match. What can he do?"
Chu Beiling offered kind words of advice and earnest suggestion: "Uncle Xing, instead of getting angry with Xing Yu here and blaming and scolding him, why not take advantage of the time you still have and use your abundant energy to quickly contact all the transplant centers across the country to ask if there are any suitable donors? This is the most practical way to save Xing Jiale right now. The most important thing is not to delay the best treatment time. What do you think?"
"You..." Xing Xiaoshu was so angry that he couldn't utter a single word.
"We have nothing more to say to each other. Goodbye." Xing Yu pulled him along and left this suffocating place without looking back.
Chu Beiling had been holding back her laughter until she reached the hospital entrance, where she finally couldn't help but burst into unrestrained laughter. She laughed so hard that her shoulders and back trembled, and she almost couldn't stand up. Xing Yu supported her waist to help her regain her balance.
Looking at him like this, Xing Yu felt the gloom of the past few days dispelled by his laughter, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Is it that funny?" he asked.
Chu Beiling clutched her cramping stomach, and, mimicking her father Xing's ashen face, said in a breathless voice, "We... haha, we... haha, no, I..."
He couldn't utter a complete sentence, waved his hand, and buried his head in Xing Yu's shoulder, chuckling incessantly.
Xing Yu looked at the large banyan tree swaying in the wind not far away. He felt a mix of sweetness, sourness, and bitterness. His only solace came from the person in his arms who kept laughing.
This is his only refuge and his final destination in this vast world.
Chu Beiling laughed for a long time before continuing, "We...we've tried our best, but there's nothing we can do!"
Xing Yu chuckled and rubbed his back, mimicking his words, "We...we've tried our best, but there's nothing we can do!"
Chu Beiling stepped out of his arms, looked into his eyes, and shrugged: "What a pity."
"Light the candles," Xing Yu said.
The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Chu Beiling: "Xing Yu, congratulations, you are free."
"Yes, I'm free." Xing Yu's hand slowly slid down, grasped his hand, and intertwined their fingers: "Let's go home."
Chu Beiling nodded, gave a salute, and flicked her hand, saying, "Okay, let's go home. I never want to come to the hospital again!"
Of course, the two did not go home immediately. Chu Beiling noticed Xing Yu's unhappiness and numbness. In the past few days, his emotions had also been tense. Not to mention putting himself in Xing Yu's shoes, he could understand Xing Yu's situation.
Chu Beiling planned to take Xing Yu out to relax, but the two of them had no idea where to go.
Their lives are quite boring yet busy, basically going back and forth between home and the company, occasionally changing locations when they go out for social engagements.
They had already explored this city and several surrounding cities when they were young and sketching. Now, going there to play, driving there, and then having to drive back at night is too tiring and really unnecessary.
Just as Chu Beiling decided to open a blind box, Xing Yu suggested that they take advantage of the free time to go back to Zhanlongkou and tidy up Grandma Chen's house so that they could come back to live there when the project was finished or when they had some free time.
Chu Beiling was worried that if they went back like this, Xing Yu's mood would get even worse. Recently, one thing after another had happened, and they both needed an emotional buffer.
Xing Yu said, "I've always felt that Zhalongkou is our home, so I want to go back and take a look."
"Okay, back to the gate." Chu Beiling casually turned on the turn signal and drove towards Xing Yu's apartment.
After going back to get the key to Grandma Chen's house, they went out again.
Not only Xing Yu, but also Chu Beiling, has been living a life of ups and downs over the years, moving several times, from a villa to an old, dilapidated apartment and back to a villa, and then to a single-story house. The only place he can call home is still the old, dilapidated apartment in Zhalongkou.
Grandma Chen's house remains exactly as she remembered it; it wasn't covered with a dustproof plastic sheet after they left.
He looked exactly the same when he left, without a speck of dust, just as I remember him, unchanged.
The days we spent together ten years ago seem like they were just yesterday.
On Friday afternoon, after school, they went home to put away their art supplies and luggage, and then went to Grandma Chen's house for a meal.
Xing Yu was preparing dinner for three people. He sat with his legs crossed, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Chen's busy figure as he ate the fruit that Grandma Chen had prepared. Pretending to know everything, he started to give unsolicited advice.
The honey-glazed chicken leg was so delicious that he ate two extra bowls of rice, then collapsed on the sofa, contemplating life. Next to him, Grandma Chen was knitting, wearing her reading glasses.
After cleaning up the mess, Xing Yu came over and flicked Chu Beiling's forehead with his wet hands. Chu Beiling then pretended to lean on Grandma Chen and complained to her, expressing his grievances and asking Grandma Chen to scold him.
Another day, Chu Beiling, a plant killer, suddenly transformed into a diligent little bee and started tending to the vegetables, scallions, ginger, and garlic that Grandma Chen was growing on her windowsill. However, his good intentions backfired, and he almost watered them to death.
With a helpless expression on his face, Xing Yu began the rescue.
The midday sun was exceptionally clear, pouring into the room without reservation and illuminating every speck of dust in the air. Chu Beiling ran his fingertips across the windowsill, which was spotless and gleaming.
He turned around, his amber pupils like sparkling gems, exceptionally cunning: "The windowsill is so clean, not even a speck of dust can be found. Perhaps a fairy godmother crawled in and cleaned it for us knowing we were coming."
“I hire a cleaner every week, and the water and electricity at home haven’t been turned off.” Xing Yu stood in that halo of light, his outline somewhat blurred, and his voice seemed to drift over from a distant place.
Chu Beiling's radiant smile, enhanced by the sunlight, froze almost imperceptibly.
The intense, almost blinding sunlight made him momentarily disoriented, followed by a sharp pang of heartache.
Not only him, but Xing Yu also seems to have remained stagnant all these years, and has been trying his best to maintain the status quo of their life back then, and to prepare everything for him so that they could live together.
"Xing Yu, I'm sorry," Chu Beiling said. "I should have returned at the agreed time."
Xing Yu lifted his chin: "So, you're going to punish me for making me wait so long?"
Chu Beiling thought about it for a while, and finally blushed with embarrassment at her own words.
Seeing his expression, Xing Yu knew that being willing to wait was no simple matter. He scratched his chin and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Chu Beiling covered his mouth and shook his head. He valued his reputation; he would rather lose his head or bleed than lose face.
Xing Yu lifted his eyelids slightly, then nodded, saying meaningfully, "Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll guess."
Chu Beiling quickly stopped himself. If he really had to guess, how could he possibly have a good future? That bastard Xing Yu would definitely take action. He couldn't afford to be hurt, he couldn't afford to be hurt.
He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, pinched his thigh, and whispered in Xing Yu's ear: "I'll dress you up in a maid outfit, make you a coffee assistant, and apologize to you, okay~ Brother Yu?"
"Sure~" Xing Yu said casually yet seductively, with a hint of pleasure at having done something wrong, and nodded slightly: "Then I'll trouble you."
After saying that, he turned around and went to check other places.
Watching his composed back as he regained his composure, Chu Beiling covered her still burning ears, only one thought in her mind: what a fool! Not only does he often dig a big hole for himself and jump into it, but now he's jumped in and rolled around several times, rolling and burying himself, he's practically courting death.
—Why do you always fall for traps so easily, Chu Fanfan? You're hopeless!
I wonder if it's too late to pack up and move to Mars now.
Chu Bei's fluffy head drooped lower and lower, as he threw a series of punches at the air, shouting, "Destroy, oh, this wretched world!!!"
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