I believe
"Coincidentally, I met you again at the bus stop and we went to the police station together."
"It's hard to imagine a girl would be so brave to say those words," he said, laughing. "I was surprised."
"Maybe it's because of your bravery, maybe it's because of your gentleness, maybe it's because of some unknown reason, but from that day on, my eyes were always drawn to you. Although we have known each other for a short time, I still want to say, Jiang Qing——"
He turned his head and fixed his eyes on the girl, "I might be in love with you."
Jiang Qing listened quietly, and suddenly she asked, "Do you believe what I told you, that I came from the future?"
"I believe it." Chen Heng said without hesitation, "If I hadn't met you earlier, just like you said, we might not have become friends."
"Then you should know that I'm older than you," Jiang Qing turned to look at the boy who, in her eyes, was still in adolescence, and emphasized, "A full nine years."
"So—" Chen Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a bit of ruffian tone, "You don't accept relationships between older women and younger men?"
"Not really," Jiang Qing said anxiously, "That's not the question."
Chen Heng: "Let me remind you, we are both seventeen years old now. Even if you can go back to the future, we will be the same age then."
What he said made a lot of sense, and Jiang Qing was speechless for a moment.
After thinking carefully, she said, "But you haven't seen my past self. The one you met and liked is only my present self, my future self. But I will probably go back."
"I told you, I've been back before and nothing has changed. Do you know what that means?"
"It means that no matter what happens between us now, it doesn't matter. In the future, we will still be strangers, not even friends."
Chen Heng was very calm: "I know."
"What?" Jiang Qing was stunned.
"I know we'll be strangers in the future. I know you won't be back someday. I know the person I like might be someone who doesn't exist," the boy's defiant voice was filled with indifference. "But, so what?"
He stretched out his white palm and placed it in front of Jiang Qing. "Jiang Qing, I just want you to know that at this moment, Chen Heng likes you, that's all."
Jiang Qing looked at the beautiful, delicate wood carving in the boy's palm. It was the trace of a tiny seed gradually blossoming under a pair of skillful hands. It was obvious that Chen Heng had spent a long time and effort on the carving.
Because of this, Jiang Qing could not accept it irresponsibly.
She stopped making excuses and turned around, looking into Chen Heng's eyes and said seriously, "Chen Heng, I only treat you as a friend, nothing more than a friend."
After hearing this, Chen Heng laughed and said, "I can feel it."
"Emotions are very complex and changeable. You may not like me now, but you may like me in the future."
Seeing the girl's hesitant expression, he withdrew his hand and unfastened the wooden lock.
"Don't worry, no one can guarantee how long I will like you, not even me."
"If I say that I will love you forever, I must be deceiving you."
"So during this precious time that I love you, even if it's just a year, a month, a day, or even an hour, I will never give up."
"Don't try to persuade me."
"Also..." He knelt down on one knee and tied the chain around the girl's ankle, "Friends can also give each other gifts."
Chen Heng stood up and stepped back, "It looks great."
"Thank you," Jiang Qing lowered her head, shifting her ankle uncomfortably as she looked at the wooden sculpture, which was truly a work of art. "But why is it a heart?"
The boy's tall body blocked the scorching sun, and the golden light cast a circle of warm light around him. Jiang Qing tilted her head back, and couldn't see his expression clearly in the backlight.
She heard the boy's voice: "When I was little, I loved reading medical journals. They had many illustrations of human organs. Later, I started copying them. After copying them many times, I became very familiar with them."
"Everyone has only one heart, which powers the blood circulation system throughout the body. A fist-sized heart can bring enormous energy."
"The heart represents vitality and energy, and it is full of energy every day."
"Just like you."
"This is the most special gift I've ever received." Jiang Qing said this from the bottom of her heart, because she had never received such a "hardcore" gift before. "I will keep it well."
"You like reading medical journals. Do you want to be a doctor in the future?" Jiang Qing asked.
If possible, she still hopes that her friends can study hard and have a bright future.
Although she hadn't specifically asked about Chen Heng's grades before he transferred, judging from the fact that he always slept in class and never handed in homework, his grades probably weren't very good.
She gently reminded him, "I heard that the cutoff score for medical majors is generally higher than for other majors. If you choose to become a doctor as your future career, you need to start working hard now."
Although her previous experiences told her that everything was meaningless, what if? What if something could be changed this time?
Just when Jiang Qing thought Chen Heng would at least consider it, the boy denied it without hesitation, as if he had said it countless times before. "I don't want to be a doctor," he said without hesitation.
"Oh." Jiang Qing withdrew the suggestion dryly, but couldn't help but say, "But you obviously like medicine."
She stretched out her foot to show him, "Look, if you didn't love it, you wouldn't have thought of the heart as the first gift you gave someone, you wouldn't have carved the human organ so delicately and lifelike, and you wouldn't have preserved so many medical traces until now."
Chen Heng stared at the girl in a daze, listening to her recount: "When I first met you, you were wearing a metal earring with a skull inlaid on it that dazzled my eyes."
"I originally thought you were one of those bad boys who likes to use skeletons to look cool, but no."
"I noticed during the fight in the alley that you were very skilled at striking at the fleshy parts of the body, neither being too harsh nor making things too easy for the opponent."
"And I saw it earlier when I went to the back of the classroom to throw away the trash. I saw you drawing human organs."
Boys are extremely focused when drawing, completely immersed in their own world, so serious that they seem to isolate themselves from everyone else in the world.
When Jiang Qing walked over, she unconsciously lowered her footsteps for fear of disturbing the other person.
"You obviously like it very much, don't you?" she asked, looking up.
The girl's voice mixed with the noise kept echoing in my mind.
"You should become a doctor in the future. There has never been a medical student in our family."
"The pharmaceutical industry has a bright future and is a key area for future national development. I'll consider it a candidate then."
"Do you want to be a doctor? I believe you can do it."
Layer upon layer of urging surrounded Chen Heng's mind. The voice was getting closer and louder, causing him to have a splitting headache and no peace.
Chen Heng suddenly clenched his palms.
"No, I'm not going."
He will never compromise.
"I'm not a doctor."
He looked up and spoke to Jiang Qing, as if he was declaring it to everyone in his past life.
Chen Heng came back to his senses and saw the surprised expression on the girl's face. He slowly relaxed.
"A hobby doesn't have to become a career. When a hobby becomes a job, it will only kill my interest."
Jiang Qing: "You're right."
She thought about it and realized that if she was given a fixed theme, fixed people, and fixed style to shoot continuously every day, she would be disgusted no matter how much she liked it.
"Forget it, let's just cultivate it as a hobby."
"Um."
Finally having talked it out with Chen Heng, Jiang Qing felt a lot more relaxed. "Then let's go back."
Chen Heng followed the girl. He bent down to pick up his coat and suddenly stopped when he saw something.
"What's wrong? Class is about to start." Jiang Qing saw that Chen Heng suddenly stopped moving. She turned around and looked in the direction Chen Heng was looking.
The school playground is very large, but it is almost class time and there are very few people, only a few students scattered far away.
Therefore, the boy standing at the entrance of the playground stands out as far as the eye can see.
Her fine black hair sticks to her ears, her skin is fair, her facial lines are smooth, and the corners of her mouth are naturally curved downwards, giving her a slight sense of innocence.
His eyes were like brown glass, and appeared even clearer and brighter under the sunlight. He wore a gray shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of white sneakers. He had no other unnecessary accessories, and he looked very refreshing.
As if seeing that Chen Heng noticed his presence, he raised a big bright smile and greeted him.
The boy ran over, stood in front of Chen Heng, and asked eagerly: "Hengheng, do you miss me?"
Heng, Heng?
Jiang Qing was stunned, and her gaze shifted from the boy to Chen Heng, whose face was ashen.
It turns out that someone who looks so cool would also accept being called by a cute nickname.
What was the relationship between these two people? She moved her eyes happily from side to side, trying to see something.
Chen Heng violently pulled the boy's hand off his shoulder and threw it away.
"Don't call me."
The boy was not at all affected by his cold reaction. He took out a box of snacks from the bag behind him.
"Hengheng, don't be angry. Look, I specially made cranberry cookies that you like."
"I originally wanted to make a cake, but Auntie said that animal cream has a very short shelf life. I was afraid I wouldn't have enough time, and I'm far away from you, so I made cookies that can be kept for a long time."
"Try it. If you like it, I'll make it for you next time."
He handed the exquisitely packaged box to Chen Heng, "Try it now. If it doesn't taste good, I'll try it again—"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of a box falling to the ground.
The biscuits were scattered all over the floor, rolling on the steps. Some of them had broken into small pieces after the collision and passed through Jiang Qing's retina.
She was shocked by the noise. She had never seen Chen Heng so irritable. Her eyes stopped darting around and she just looked at her nose and her heart, pretending she didn't exist.
The boy seemed to be used to it and he took out another box from his bag.
"Fortunately, I was prepared. Hengheng, look, there's still some left."
He tiptoed closer with eager eyes.
The sweet aroma of the biscuits mixed with the innocent face in front of him made Chen Heng's temples throb and he felt extremely sick.
His brows drooped, and he stared at the person in front of him with sharp eyes.
"Don't you understand me? I said no!"
She reached out and grabbed the boy's collar, pulling him closer. "Chen Xu, I told you, don't appear in my sight."
The boy's neck was tied, the oxygen in his chest was squeezed out, his face quickly turned red due to lack of oxygen, and he began to cough.
Chen Heng looked at him coldly, indifferent.
Jiang Qing, who was standing aside watching the show, saw that the boy soon began to have difficulty breathing. She was about to step forward to separate them when she heard the boy speak intermittently.
"Ahem... Hengheng, I just... missed you..."
"I...I am your...brother..."
!!!
Jiang Qing's hand, which was stretched out to save the person, froze in mid-air. She looked at the tall and strong Chen Heng, the troublesome man who looked like the boss, and then looked at the boy under his command who was a head shorter than him and looked well-behaved and obedient.
I couldn't believe what she heard!
Chen Heng, he, he, he is actually my younger brother!
Upon hearing this, Chen Heng froze, and finally slowly loosened his fingers.
"Ahem, Hengheng," Chen Xu, who had been released, bent over and exhaled the pent-up air, regaining his energy. "It took me a long time to find your school. How did you transfer to a school so far away?"
Chen Heng sneered: "Why don't you know?"
Chen Xu pretended not to hear. He said calmly, "Can you take me around your school? Is that the teaching building over there? I want to see your class..."
Before he could finish, the voice of Chen Heng on the phone rudely interrupted him.
"You didn't even know your precious son ran away. Send someone to pick him up quickly. If you're too late, you'll just have to wait and collect his body."
Without waiting for the person on the other end of the phone to respond, he abruptly hung up the phone.
After the phone was hung up, it kept ringing again, so Chen Heng simply turned it off.
He pulled Jiang Qing, who was quietly trying to reduce her presence, and turned away.
Jiang Qing, who was suddenly grabbed, said, "...I don't care about you, uh, that boy anymore?"
Chen Heng kept walking, "Someone will come to pick him up soon."
Noticing that the girl behind him seemed to stagger because of him pulling her, he paused and slowed down.
Jiang Qing didn't notice the boy's movements, her mind was still dizzy.
Looking back, Chen Heng's brother was squatting there alone, picking up the broken and dirty biscuits one by one, cleaning them and putting them back into the box. He looked pitiful.
She is still confused. Chen Heng's attitude towards his brother is not like that of a relative, but more like that of an enemy.
What happened between them that made a kind-hearted person like Chen Heng feel so angry?
That's right. In Jiang Qing's eyes, although Chen Heng always appeared to be cool and difficult to mess with, his brother Chen Xu looked like he was being bullied by him.
But she always believed that Chen Heng must be a boy with a soft and kind heart.
He has been helping others since we first met.
How could such a person treat others badly for no reason, let alone his relatives?
Jiang Qing opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again.
Is it not good to meddle in other people's family affairs?
Before she could finish thinking about this profound question, she heard Chen Heng say, "Ask whatever you want to ask."
Jiang Qing looked up and asked hesitantly, "Are you... okay?"
Chen Heng, already prepared for the interrogation, paused as he noticed the girl's impatience. He turned around and asked, "Is that all you want to ask?"
"Yeah," Jiang Qing nodded. "Although on the surface it looks like others are being bullied. But—"
The girl's eyes sparkled with determination and confidence, breaking through all obstacles and reaching Chen Heng's heart. "I believe you."
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