Flowing emotions
Mo Wen's memories go far beyond these.
The lost toys, everything given away, the hot and cold attitudes, the ugly scenes of breaking up and getting back together, all ended in a happy ending.
Only one person grew up through ups and downs.
Mo Wen could no longer resist trying to contact Wen Zhuyao, but all the messages he sent went unanswered.
I can receive the message, but there's no reply.
He turned around and checked the game, but there was still no change.
Suddenly, a friend appeared online in the list. Mo Wen went to check and found that it was Bai Yuzhou. He sighed in disappointment.
He thought...
But then he saw Chi Nuo's account and realized he could go to Chi Nuo to ask about Wen Zhuyao.
Just as Mo Wen was about to log off, Bai Yuzhou, unaware that he was being disliked, sent him a message.
He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but then he saw a name.
Bai Yuzhou: "Xiaozhu talked to Ji Shu about your situation this morning. Only she knows the specifics. I didn't ask."
"Ji Shu guessed you two didn't have a complete discussion, so I let you know when I ran into you. We've also looked at the game, but we just haven't had time to contact you."
Bai Yuzhou: "She'll have some time soon, she'll talk to you later, don't worry, take it slow."
After saying this, he logged off; he had only come to relay a message.
Seeing this calmed Mo Wen down a little, but it didn't make him any better. He still logged off to find Chi Nuo.
Just like the message sent to Wen Zhuyao, it disappeared without a trace.
There was no response.
He suddenly remembered his previous posts on WeChat Moments, went through them, and saw the ones he had posted a couple of days ago.
"Heading into the mountains! My internet connection will be bad, so I probably won't have time to chat. See you on January 1st, my dear family~"
Mo Wen was discouraged, and his phone slid off the table with a thud.
"I just want to find you, even just to say one thing..."
"It's so hard, so hard."
"Don't give me the final answer so quickly. Don't let this be the final answer, okay?"
His muttering echoed in the room, the sound drifting into the air and then disappearing into the air.
Chi Nuo sneezed in the room, shivered, and sniffed.
"It's cold, be good, Grandma will get you a cotton-padded coat." Grandma Chi, who was watching from the side, immediately got up and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
"Mom, you don't need to go to so much trouble. She's wearing so many layers. She probably caught a cold after going out for a walk. I'll make her some granules to drink." Mrs. Chi got up and stopped Grandma Chi, then turned to go to the kitchen to get some hot water.
The child, who was doing homework on the bed, stopped writing and looked at it curiously.
Chi Nuo quickly said, "It's okay, Grandma, I'm not cold. My nose was just itchy, it's nothing."
"He still has to drink. You keep teaching him, don't be lazy." Chi's mother's voice came through the wall.
This immediately made the lazy child lower their head and continue writing.
Chi Nuo rubbed her aching head and continued to stall him. Why? One person had seven peaches, took two, and ate two.
There are a few more.
Why are there six, five, and eight answers?
Our feelings were surprisingly aligned.
Wen Zhuyao didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, it was already dark.
She opened her eyes and lay there quietly without moving. The room was quiet, and so was the outside.
She didn't turn on the light. In the darkness, she stared blankly ahead, expressionless, put on her shoes, opened the door, and left the room.
It's like a machine with a fixed process.
The living room light was on, casting a warm yellow glow into her eyes and the room.
It's very bright and uncomfortable.
But it gradually got dark again. After Wen Zhuyao got used to it, she wanted to go to the refrigerator to get a bottle of ice water to drink.
Passing by the table, she saw the prepared food, still steaming, all of which were her favorites.
Cola chicken wings, roast duck, cold salad, and a tomato and egg drop soup.
The rice cooker then beeped, signaling to the waiting person that the rice was cooked and they could come and eat.
There was also a note under the cake box.
Wen Zhuyao lifted the cake box and took out the note, a page torn from some notebook.
Not a short speech.
"December 25th – 7:13 PM"
I noticed you hadn't come out all day, so I knocked on the door but no one answered. I was worried something might be wrong, so I secretly opened the door and peeked at you.
We're relieved to know you're sleeping.
What happened yesterday was your fault, and we don't have the face to say it to your face. We were afraid we wouldn't be able to say it, so we wrote it down on a note.
The food was made by Mom. It should still be warm when you woke up. It's okay if it gets cold; you can heat it up or order something else to eat.
The money was placed under the sticky note.
I'm so sorry, baby. We were too hasty. Looking back now, it was probably the same thing that forced you to leave us.
No matter what, your parents will never talk to you about those shady people again.
But we still hope that you can have a normal relationship and a good life.
You don't need to worry about us. Your parents want you to live a happy life, have your own career and love, and your own little family.
If you want, your parents will find you another one; if you don't want to, then you don't have to.
—Love, Mom and Dad.
After reading through the notes, Wen Zhuyao turned the note over and saw two hundred yuan stuck to the back.
She put down the money, carefully collected the note, and went inside to put it in a metal box containing many, many folded pieces of paper.
Different colors, different materials.
After putting it away, Wen Zhuyao went out, got herself a bowl of rice, sat down in a chair, and started eating.
Dinner for one.
Mo Wen was also alone at the dinner table, with boiled shrimp and boiled lettuce in front of him.
He only turned on a small lamp, and it was still dark around him. He was sitting on the left side of the table.
When the light from the small lamp flickered to its maximum, it seemed as if, at some moment, Mo Wen saw her, and the two spaces overlapped.
Before her was a bright light, and Wen Zhuyao, head bowed, eating quietly. But the light dimmed, and there was only an empty chair in front of her.
And the silence that accompanied him.
Halfway through the meal, Mo Wen's phone lit up. He picked it up and saw it was a message.
However, it was news from Ji Shu.
"She briefly told me about your situation." Ji Shu swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and began in a less direct way.
Mo Wen replied: "Did she say anything else? Was there anything she wanted to give me?"
Ji Shu: "..."
"What's wrong?" Mo Wen thought it was true and couldn't help but get excited. "Is it her idea or consideration? Did she say when we can have a proper talk?"
Ji Shu took a deep breath and exhaled, "Tactful, tactful."
After regaining her composure, she was about to take over the matter and return to the original topic when she was choked by the message she received.
Mo asked, "I didn't block her. Could you let her send it to me directly? I don't have to say anything; I can just listen."
...
Unable to bear it any longer, Ji Shu rolled up her sleeves and put her phone to her mouth.
Mo Wen received a voice message that lasted sixty seconds.
He lightly touched the screen, and Ji Shu's restrained voice came to his ear; he could tell the speaker was very angry.
"No, she only explained because you're in the same circle. Otherwise, she wouldn't say anything or even contact you. What else do you expect her to say to you?"
"I don't know how you two get along in private, and I won't delve into it. I know how Xiaozhu is, and I know how you are, so I dare to say that you two haven't opened up to each other."
“Being emotional is never a good time to explain things. She needs time to think things through. What about you?” Ji Shu felt much more relaxed after sending the message.
In the office next door, Bai Yuzhou stopped, looked up at her, and then continued with his work as if nothing had happened.
Ji Shu got up, poured herself a glass of water, drank half of it, saw the reply, and slammed the glass down with a bang.
This prompted Bai Yuzhou to look up, then down, and earnestly advise, "Don't have too high expectations; just express yourself a little."
"Okay." Ji Shu turned off her phone, placed it on the table, and walked out of the room with the water in her hand.
Mo asked, "I don't know."
Mo Wen said, "I'll think about it, and then I'll come find you again, Sister Ji."
"She needs time to think it over herself, what about you?"
Mo Wen's gaze lingered on that sentence. She needed time to think about it herself, but what about him?
What else did he do all day besides looking for people, and what did he say after finding them?
He explained that he didn't do it on purpose, had no malicious intent, and that he was just being reckless.
Then what.
Was the breakup simply because of a few words he said?
Wen Zhuyao seemed to have become entangled with this world, her presence flickering and constantly shifting in light and shadow.
She didn't know which day it was, but it seemed like she was all alone. There was no one or any sound around her, and her cell phone seemed to have become a useless thing.
But every subtle change reminded her, oh, there are people here.
They're all here.
After what seemed like the umpteenth meal and fruit she had eaten, Wen Zhuyao changed into normal clothes, washed her face, and went out.
She stepped out of the building and stopped abruptly at the entrance. Where was she going?
There was no response.
She started wandering aimlessly, just strolling around the neighborhood.
Listening to the noise around her, she unconsciously started reminiscing about the past. Even when she forced herself to pay attention to other things and think about other things, she could always be pulled back to the past.
Walking and stopping, we passed the first place: a withered tree, with benches under it full of people sitting, and streetlights standing between the benches.
Some people cuddled together, some watched children play freely, and some...
They were on the phone, making video calls, sharing what was happening around them, sharing what had happened that day, and their smiles were similar yet each had its own unique expression.
Looking at them, she thought back to the first time she came back, chatting on the phone, and she was like that too.
...
Wen Zhuyao withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward. It seemed that even in her most disheveled state, she encountered many acquaintances outside.
I recognized you and chased after you to say hello.
He recounted his recent situation.
She was the most disheveled, surrounded by familiar faces, and the memories were just like that, involuntarily forcing you to think about them.
Perhaps agreeing in the first place was a mistake.
She can do it herself.
If nothing is impossible, then where does the desire come from? That's a good question. Why is that?
Wen Zhuyao turned around and walked back along the road, little by little, starting with a slow pace and gradually quickening until she was running, ignoring the sunlight from other people.
What exactly is so strange about her?
It wasn't until I ran into the elevator that time came back, and the feeling returned.
She leaned against the corner, panting heavily, her chest tight and painful, feeling like she couldn't breathe. She felt like she was about to suffocate.
He couldn't help but press his hands against his chest, and a cold drop fell onto the back of his hand.
"Ding-dong..."
The elevator doors opened, and Wen Zhuyao suddenly felt better. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and numbly walked out and opened the door to her room.
I heard laughter and cheerful chatter coming from the living room.
When Wen Zhuyao returned from outside, her mother was pleasantly surprised and said, "You went out? I haven't seen you go out for the past few days. It's really unexpected that you went out for some fresh air."
"These are your Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wang. They've come to ask about the shop's operation. You should say hello and go back."
Wen Zhuyao looked over upon hearing the voice, and the face and voice seemed familiar. She said, "Hello, Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wang."
"I'm going back to my room first. You two can continue chatting." Wen Zhuyao said and went back to her room. After closing the door, the sounds outside started again.
Intermittently... it reached her ears.
"The child is so big now...how old is he...he looks just like you..."
"Yeah yeah……"
"By the way, what kind of handmade products does your craft shop still have? Is it still a good business to run?"
"I heard..."
"Where's the baby's father? Are you still arguing... As the saying goes, you've broken up and gotten back together several times..."
"Let it go... You still have children..."
Chi Nuo, who had been immersed in the mountains and had promised to tutor the children, finally came out.
The long-awaited online world thrilled her, but she found the group chat deserted and quiet.
When she got home, while everyone was tidying up, she secretly turned on the computer, logged into the game, and found that it was the same – no one was there, not a single message.
"This is so strange, it shouldn't be like this..."
Unconvinced, Chi Nuo opened WeChat on the alarm clock to ask about it, and the ringing sound echoed throughout the room.
Startled, she immediately shut down the computer without even looking and got up to pack her luggage.
They still couldn't escape the sounds from outside the door.
"Didn't I tell you to pack your clothes? You're playing around again, aren't you?" Chi's mother's booming voice came from inside the room.
Chi Nuo didn't dare to turn around and silently quickened his pace.
We'll talk about the news later; her life is more important...
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