22 Oncoming Heartbeat | 100 Days
"Dad, don't you like him?"
Lin Weifeng didn't quite understand his father's change of mood.
Gu Chengxiu said: "How could your father not like him? From Xiao Jiang's studies to his work, and now to his current position as Interpol's top figure, your father has always been there to guide and participate."
"But..." Lin Weifeng was a little puzzled, "Dad is so embarrassed."
She pretended to be calm, took a few bites of rice, and said with a pout, "In the past three months, Dad has never mentioned Jiang Yu's name to me, even when the news was at its hottest."
After swallowing the food, he continued, "Dad asked me to go to the Public University for a blind date, but at the same time he asked me if I had any connection with Jiang Yu. Isn't Jiang Yu also a Public University graduate? Isn't he someone Dad knows well?"
It sounded like a complaint, a coquettish act, or a quibble. Unsure, her words were a little dense, and after she finished, she timidly looked at Lin Haidong and Gu Chengxiu.
There was silence at the table again. The three people were talking about the same thing, but they had different ideas and positions.
Lin Haidong ate the food in his bowl for a while, his eyes filled with kindness and seriousness. He slowly spoke to Lin Weifeng, "When you were a child, you saw my broken arm bleeding and cried and said you didn't like policemen. You didn't like them then, and you don't like them anymore. Don't you remember?"
Lin Weifeng twitched his fingers, feeling a little guilty: "How can what we said when we were kids count?"
"Xiao Jiang is young and promising, talented and handsome, and righteous and courageous. It's reasonable for a girl to like him. But I didn't expect that my daughter, who has known so many police officers since she was a child, would still fall in love with him."
"That's not the case," Lin Weifeng thought about it from beginning to end, "The day I met him, I didn't know he was a policeman."
Lin Weifeng knew that his tone was gradually rising and his emotions began to fluctuate upwards.
"Why? Why did Dad allow me to go to Gongda for a blind date, but here he has a grudge against Jiang Yu because he is a policeman?" She didn't understand.
"Because he is a sharpshooter." Lin Haidong spoke word by word with a firm tone.
Lin Weifeng stared at his father in a daze, without saying a word.
Lin Haidong exhaled silently a few times and calmly spoke of the reality: "To outsiders, being a sharpshooter seems glamorous. But anyone with a little experience knows that within the team, sharpshooters have the hardest and most tiring job. They have to charge at the forefront of every dangerous operation, rushing straight to the scene, with no chance of rest. Because every important field operation requires a sharpshooter, if not him, then the next one. Even so, even if they have many achievements, they don't have the power to make decisions."
In Lin Weifeng's impression, Lin Haidong always spoke gently, not as absolutely as he was now.
However, she didn't fully understand and insisted on asking: "Isn't this good?"
"Do you think Dad is doing this, good or bad?"
Lin Weifeng was stunned.
From childhood to adulthood, she never made any value judgment on her father's broken arm, but just accepted it as an accident.
She was still young when the accident happened, about eighteen years ago, and she was just an elementary school student.
At that time, my father was in the hospital, covered in wounds, especially his arms, which were covered with scars.
Although the doctors and family were sad that amputation was the only solution, they were also glad that Lin Haidong survived, and Lin Weifeng also felt fortunate with this thought.
She had always considered Lin Haidong's broken arm as a good thing, until today, when she felt a little differently.
She realized that she hadn't even asked her father why he was injured.
She realized that Lin Haidong might have been as high-spirited as Jiang Yu and full of pride in his shooting.
She realized that from being a sharpshooter charging at the front to a teacher returning to campus to teach quietly, it also takes courage to face and heal oneself.
And Jiang Yu, like him, is a sharpshooter.
For several days, the house was unusually silent.
It happened to be the final week of the Public University, and Lin Haidong had to supervise the exams in the evening. He was not at home during dinner time, and he would not be able to see his daughter unless he was at home deliberately.
What’s strange is that Lin Weifeng has been unable to get Sun Zhengxiao out for dinner or shopping these days, even though she has already submitted her thesis.
Melancholy flows through my heart, time passes leisurely, and all of a sudden, it is almost the New Year.
On the night before New Year's Eve, Lin Weifeng dealt with some emails, then opened his closet to look for clothes suitable for a date.
She hasn't made an appointment with Jiang Yu yet, and she is always accumulating strength in her heart, but she doesn't know to what extent it will be accumulated.
Whenever he wanted to take the initiative, Lin Haidong's words would linger in his mind.
Although life clearly has new expectations, I am also afraid that all the gains will be in vain.
That night, she asked Sun Zhengxiao: [I can't even get you together for New Year's Eve tomorrow?]
As a result, Sun Zhengxiao bombarded her WeChat with an explosive message: [Breeze, are you willing to be a bridesmaid?]
Lin Weifeng thought she was talking nonsense and asked directly: "Which bar are you hanging out at? I'll pick you up. Don't drink too much."
Unexpectedly, Sun Zhengxiao said, "I'm grading undergraduate papers. I'm serious."
Lin Weifeng didn't understand what was going on: [Whose bridesmaid?]
Sun Zhengxiao: [Mine.]
Lin Weifeng still thought it was a joke from Sun Zhengxiao and said, "Why not just match up the twelve zodiac signs and get married directly?"
Sun Zhengxiao: [Yes. We've known each other for almost a hundred days, and we decided to hold our wedding on that day.]
Lin Weifeng: [One hundred days...who?]
Sun Zhengxiao: [Song Ze.]
“………………”
Lin Weifeng lifted the quilt and didn't bother to put on slippers. His hot feet touched the wooden floor directly.
One hundred days. How long is one hundred days? Lin Weifeng couldn't help but start thinking.
It sounds like in such a short time, you can see clearly into a person and decide to get married?
Although Song Ze is a very good person, but...
Sun Zhengxiao sent: [Why are you silent? Come on, say you agree to be my bridesmaid.]
The screen was so bright that it was blinding. Lin Weifeng couldn't focus on the electronic light emitted by every word and sentence. His sight just couldn't get into focus.
She paced back and forth in front of her desk, her steps unsteady, causing the chair to tip over.
She pulled open the blackout curtains, and the glass reflected her disheveled hair and worried eyes.
My fingertips hovered over the keyboard, I typed and deleted, deleted and typed, but still couldn't spell out a complete sentence of emotion.
【Don't be ridiculous.】 She could only say superficial things.
But this time Sun Zhengxiao was serious and directly sent a photo of the marriage certificate, which was bright red.
Lin Weifeng: [You guys...]
She hadn't finished typing yet, and her expression was very conflicted. Her brows were still furrowed, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, half angry, half surprised.
Such a big world, yet so small.
Such a small world, yet there are so many possibilities.
Lin Weifeng's life is peaceful and uneventful, but Sun Zhengxiao has been riding the wind and waves. One is an ENFJ, the other an ISTP, two people with completely different personalities have been inseparable since they became roommates in college.
Sun Zhengxiao was brightly beautiful, with symmetrical features, but her eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she never smiled, making her look difficult to get along with.
When introducing themselves for the first time, Meng Lu took Lin Weifeng's arm and said to Sun Zhengxiao, seemingly innocently, "The History Department also accepts art students? Xiaoxiao, do you have high scores in Sihanoukville Province and are you very competitive in your studies?"
Lin Weifeng's reaction arc was simple and pure, and she couldn't hear the hidden meaning in Meng Lu's words, but she noticed the change in Sun Zhengxiao's expression, from friendly to stern.
Sun Zhengxiao, Meng Lu, and Lin Weifeng all replied, "It's high, and the tuition is very high, but it can't compare to the study conditions of your key provincial schools."
Meng Lu: "Our scores are also very high, but the history department in our province doesn't have any quota for art students, so my piano is useless."
Later, the two of them argued about some trivial matters, which Lin Weifeng didn't quite remember because she saw the pendant on Sun Zhengxiao's schoolbag at that time.
"Did you design this? It's an ancient-style doll wearing Hanfu." Lin Weifeng asked as he approached.
Sun Zhengxiao was still arguing with Meng Lu about who was better, but she suddenly lowered her head and saw where Lin Weifeng was about to touch. Even though she took her bag away, she stared at Lin Weifeng warily and said, "Why, not as good as the Stella Lou on your bag?"
"No, no," Lin Weifeng said in a gentle voice, as if he could put out a fire. "This is the first time I've seen a traditional Chinese style pendant. This kind of IP is very rare."
The dormitory fell silent. Then, Sun Zhengxiao slowly turned her backpack back and removed the pendant from the zipper. "That's what you were talking about."
"Um."
"I did it myself, it's not some IP."
“That’s amazing.”
Lin Weifeng's compliments were simple, but her eyes, staring at the doll pendant, were large and bright, like two sparkling obsidians. Her eyelashes were thick and curled, and a gentle blink of hers resembled the fluttering wings of a butterfly, shimmering with a faint, lively halo.
Sun Zhengxiao looked at Meng Lu on the left, then at Lin Weifeng on the right. Suddenly, she took a step closer to Lin Weifeng and said, "If you like, I'll make one for you."
Lin Weifeng didn't bother to be polite with her: "Then I want one from the Song Dynasty."
Sun Zhengxiao was silent for a moment: "Either is fine."
"You studied art, so you often studied ancient paintings, didn't you? You even drew the patterns on the belt."
Sun Zhengxiao slowly opened up, "About the same, but there aren't many art students majoring in this field. Most of them still choose Western painting and sketching. I found a low-fee, unpopular teacher. That teacher specializes in ancient paintings, so I saw a lot."
"That's great. I love going to museums and listening to the stories behind ancient paintings, but I don't know much about the brushwork and textures. We can go together in the future and complement each other's knowledge."
Sun Zhengxiao took a big gulp of water. She had seen so many ugly faces at home, and now she came to the big city to study at university. On the first day, she met such a pure soul. She thought that this was a blessing in disguise.
With Lin Weifeng around, the relationship in the dormitory is generally harmonious without love.
Yes, loveless, yet harmonious.
In the university dormitory, the girls gathered here with their own life halos, and understood themselves and recognized the society through repeated embarrassment and reconciliation.
There is no intrigue behind the scenes, but there is always competition in person.
Born in the capital of a developed province, Meng Lu's family is prosperous, and she does have some inherent regional discrimination against Sun Zhengxiao. She attempts to defend her past through arrogance, but she also realizes in such a large university that what society has allowed her is just the tip of the iceberg. This indirectly leads her to reflect on herself and show kindness to Sun Zhengxiao.
Sun Zhengxiao's family was dysfunctional. Her parents, divorced, exploited her in various ways. Her mother remarried a supermarket owner, providing her with little financial pressure. However, she remained completely indifferent to Sun Zhengxiao, not even knowing where she was going on her college entrance exam. Her father, diagnosed with lung cancer, was undergoing surgery and was on life support. Her stepmother, with the little money she had, only wanted to spend on her son, so she constantly encouraged her father to ask his daughter, still a university student, for money for her medical treatment.
Sun Zhengxiao had good grades in her freshman year and received a first-class scholarship. The news, which was announced on the college's official account, was seen by her stepmother.
These three thousand yuan were morally kidnapped.
Later, Sun Zhengxiao deliberately failed the exam and gave up the scholarship. Instead, she asked Lin Weifeng to sell the traditional Chinese style pendants she designed in Gu Chengxiu's shop to earn some tuition fees.
Lin Weifeng agreed and encouraged her to take advantage of the e-commerce boom to open an online store and turn the doll into an IP.
Sun Zhengxiao listened to the advice and was a man of action, and thus secretly became a small wealthy woman.
Meng Lu especially wanted to find a boyfriend who was respectable and have a passionate love affair that she could show off, but she didn't have a smooth first love throughout college.
On the contrary, Sun Zhengxiao received constant love letters, had constant confession walls on her website, and had constant friends on WeChat. She had a new boyfriend every year, each of whom had the advantages of being tall, rich, and handsome.
However, Sun Zhengxiao lacks love. When she has in-depth communication with her previous boyfriends, the inferiority complex of her original family will cause a chemical reaction in her love, making her emotional and dependent, and eventually ending the relationship without the other party's understanding.
During dormitory meetings, the two would argue over love issues, dislike each other's views on love, and criticize each other's behavior.
They try to win over Lin Weifeng to prove the correctness of their views, but they will immediately calm down because...
Lin Weifeng is not smart.
The only boy that Lin Weifeng kept mentioning was Yang Xiuqi.
She described Yang Xiuqi as a very good person, but when asked about their relationship, Lin Weifeng could only stammer, "Very good friends."
The most harmonious time for Sun Zhengxiao and Meng Lu to be comrades was when they helped Lin Weifeng to defeat Yang Xiuqi.
In the midst of being unable to speak and constantly speaking, the two of them had a rare and cheap empathy.
However, overall, Sun Zhengxiao dislikes Meng Lu, especially after she intervened in the relationship between Lin Weifeng and Yang Xiuqi.
Sun Zhengxiao always thought that Meng Lu just liked to fight with her, but she didn't expect that in the later period of college, she would hurt Lin Weifeng.
The nickname she gave Meng Lu on WeChat has always been "Backstabber".
However, Meng Lu wanted to fall in love so much at that time, and the Yang Xiuqi described by Lin Weifeng perfectly met her standards, and she couldn't help herself.
It seems that everyone will encounter the problem of being unable to control their emotions, and one hundred days is enough.
One hundred days, Lin Weifeng calculated it.
She replied to Sun Zhengxiao: [One hundred days, does it start from the day I return to China?]
Sun Zhengxiao replied with a series of laughing and crying emojis: [You disappeared for so long, did you check the calendar?]
Lin Weifeng replied: [Can't I just check the calendar while I'm feeling better...?]
The other person immediately started to act like a spoiled brat: "I'm sorry, he's your childhood friend. If I had said it first, and it didn't work out, it would have caused some unnecessary embarrassment."
Lin Weifeng: [So you kept it a secret for a hundred days and went straight to the bridesmaid selection stage?]
Sun Zhengxiao corrected: [Haha, it’s not a choice! It’s a decision!]
The screen went dark for two seconds. Lin Weifeng was silent for a moment before replying: [I won't agree to the bridesmaid thing for now.]
【Huh?】Sun Zhengxiao was clearly choked.
[Well, I won’t agree yet.] Lin Weifeng insisted.
Sun Zhengxiao couldn't imagine why she would refuse, so she said, "You're not going to get married before I do, are you? You and Jiang Yu have only known each other for a hundred days!"
"..." Lin Weifeng was speechless at the message, but she replied seriously: [More than a hundred days, but not enough either.]
Many seasons have passed since my senior year of high school.
Sun Zhengxiao: [? ]
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