50 Moonlight (1)
◎Good night, my Jingyi.◎
Liang Jingyi gave her a strange look. "I live on campus, and all my clothes are right here with me. I don't need anyone to bring them to me. I can just go to the dormitory and change during class breaks."
“…What if the clothes are not thick enough?”
Hearing this, Liang Jingyi was even more puzzled—if it's not thick enough, just buy more. She tilted her head, wanting to ask if he didn't understand the importance of buying according to his needs, but was stopped in his tracks by the man's sudden burst of tears.
"Why are you crying?"
She couldn't believe it.
The reason why Liang Jingyi told the story about parents sending clothes to high school was simply to laugh at those stupid classmates who didn't even know the common sense of life in their permanent residence.
She likes to curse people when she is in a bad mood. It has been the same since she was a child. The only difference is that she only did it in her heart in the past, but now she can curse at Liang Youwei because Liang Youwei will stand by her unconditionally.
She didn't understand why Liang Youwei suddenly cried and cried so sadly.
But the person couldn't speak. She suppressed her tears, pursed her lips until they turned pale, and shook her head silently.
Liang Jingyi was helpless and puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask out loud, for fear that he would not be able to control his mouth and say something wrong, making the other person cry even harder.
But even if my beloved is heartbroken, I can't just sit there and do nothing. My hand, suspended in mid-air, paused for a moment before gently patting her back and murmuring, "Why are you still crying? I didn't say anything."
"sorry……"
She tried to move her ear closer, almost face to face, to barely hear the breathing sound of the person in her arms.
Despite the incoherent nature of the words, Liang Jingyi understood. She remained silent for a moment, then hugged Liang Youwei tightly. "No one will blame you."
"Because no one will blame me..."
Seeing her tears falling more and more, Liang Jingyi was forced to interrupt, trying to divert her attention: "Actually, I originally wanted to tell you this as a joke. Think about it, those people have lived in the same city for so long, and in the end, they don't even know how the weather changes. They're like children who haven't been weaned calling their parents for clothes. Isn't that funny?"
Anyway, she was laughing like crazy when she saw the cargo being frozen during loading.
Jingyi even wondered if his sense of humor was misplaced, because Liang Youwei seemed to be crying even harder, each syllable entangled with strong emotions, completely revealing her choking at the moment:
"But I only know that no one sent you clothes. What's so funny about that?"
What's so funny?
Strange doubts entered his ears, and Liang Jingyi's mind was confused, as if something was knocking inside, from the brain to the limbs, and finally spreading to the heart.
She felt strange—her heart felt strangely sore and swollen, so full that she felt the urge to cry. It seemed that every time she tried to talk to Liang Youwei, she would bring this unfamiliar feeling to her.
...I don’t like it, it’s so disgusting.
Therefore, she had to change the subject to cut off this kind of indecision that a strong person shouldn't have. She was a strong person, and she had to be a strong person.
The strong man opened his eyes with all his strength: "Do you still want to continue listening to my high school stories? If you do, then don't cry."
Someone sobbed and held back tears, and said in their favorite pitiful tone: "Yes."
Just in case, Liang Jingyi forced himself to pull himself out of the disdainful feelings in his heart and cleared his throat: "Order. I'll tell you which part you want to hear."
Liang Youwei sniffed: "So, how is the environment of your high school dormitory? Do you like the food in the cafeteria? Can you sleep well and eat well?"
"...Yes. The dormitories have private bathrooms, but they're a bit crowded, so there are ten people in each room. There are three cafeterias, and the second one is delicious. The fried garlic fish is the best."
"Ten people? That's a lot of people...are they easy to get along with? Are there any small groups bullying you?"
"I forgot."
"Jingyi, don't deliberately ignore the bad parts..."
"I really forgot. They're useless, so why bother remembering them?"
Liang Youwei had no choice but to give up: "Okay... then does your dormitory building have an elevator? What time can I come back to rest every night?"
"The school is the most civilized of businessmen. Almost all the dormitories are six stories or less, adhering to the seven-story standard. The boys' and girls' dormitories are all on the sixth floor, and there are no elevators. There is a six-story teaching building, but it's for teachers only. I took it once in my freshman year of high school and was caught by the vice-president, who gave me a lecture. What an old bastard! He drives a Porsche, and yet he still acts like a jerk in front of the students all day long."
Liang Jingyi was cold and indifferent, and his words were extremely harsh. Once he acted as an "angry young man", he became ruthless and forgetful. He didn't even answer the questions asked by the other party, and was completely immersed in his own world.
However, Liang Youwei felt that her voice was so pleasant when she cursed, so crisp, clear and neat, so sharp, so charming and so perfect.
"The girls' dormitory for the science major class is on the first floor, and the classrooms are on the fifth. Just climbing the stairs every day is disgusting enough. We have to get up at 5:30 and be in class at 6:00, but the homeroom teacher is a bitch and insists we get there before 5:50 to recite English. What the hell does it have to do with me if those idiots' English is terrible? They can't even beat me in math or physics."
Liang Jingyi got excited as soon as he started scolding people, and he opened his mouth completely, without Liang Youwei even needing to "order" him.
"The most annoying thing is winter mornings. Waking up is a different kind of torture. To get a little more sleep, I have to sleep in a sweater and warm pants. The next day, I put on a down jacket and school pants, and go straight to class. Waking up early already makes me feel bad, and the classroom stinks to death, like a septic tank. The homeroom teacher must have gotten in by selling his ass. He didn't even mention the hygiene issue during class meetings. He always focuses on those measly grades. What's there to emphasize? When have I ever been second place..."
Listening to her expressionless complaints, Liang Youwei couldn't help but imagine Liang Jingyi in his "youth".
Should her face and figure be thinner than they are now? Maybe with short hair, maybe with medium hair, but she'd definitely look incredibly arrogant. Every morning, she puts on her clothes with a look of despair, and when she encounters someone she dislikes, she doesn't even think twice before looking away...
"why are you laughing?"
As the cursing started, Liang Jingyi glanced over with dissatisfaction.
Liang Youwei stopped crying at this time. She was laughing foolishly: "I was wondering what you looked like back then. It's a bit hard to imagine."
Liang Jingyi: "...What's so hard to imagine? It's still beautiful."
Hearing her say "beautiful", Liang Youwei frowned and muttered softly: "Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen any of your old photos, especially those from high school. They say adolescents are the most beautiful, but I haven't even seen your youth, while all of your not-so-good high school classmates have. Why is that?"
Liang Jingyi was amused: "Why, are you still not happy?"
As soon as her graduation photos were handed out, she cut herself out of them and burned the rest. Eighteen years old, she was too young to know where she fit into the gap.
The other party was unusually serious, and she said in a bad tone: "It's more than just unhappy. I'm jealous that they can live through your youth. Jingyi, when you were in high school, were there many people who liked you?"
Would she actually be jealous?
It’s not dissatisfaction, nor envy, but “jealousy”, or even “very jealous”.
Inevitably, Liang Jingyi was so excited by the word "jealous" that she trembled all over. She tried her best to control her breathing and replied in a normal voice: "What's there to be jealous of?"
It was obvious that Liang Jingyi hadn't heard Liang Youwei's second sentence at all. Her mind was full of those two words, circling and circling.
It's so comfortable. So refreshing. I want to hear it a few more times, but I can't say it out loud.
When she didn't answer, Liang Youwei asked again, very patiently: "So are there a lot of people who like you and pursue you?"
"Oh, I don't have much of that."
Why not ask about national competitions? She always won gold medals/national first prizes.
"Why?" Liang Youwei was unhappy again. "You are so beautiful and so smart, and your future is limitless. Whether they are attracted by looks, inner qualities or money, they should like you, right?"
Liang Jingyi raised her eyebrows slightly, and continued to suppress the feeling of pleasure.
"It's not that bad. Sometimes no one likes being too strong."
"Why?"
Liang Youwei's criteria for liking someone are "strong" and "beautiful." Of course, money is also important. However... if the other person is Liang Jingyi, then a little poverty is acceptable.
But only a little bit.
"Because they're all afraid of me. As long as I'm here, they'll never reach the top. They're already jealous of me, so how could they possibly like me? Impossible."
In Liang Jingyi's view, the "likes" of those who are not as good as himself are worthless, and their "jealousy" is even more insignificant.
Not everyone is called Liang Youwei, and not everyone's negative emotions can make Liang Jingyi happy.
Liang Youwei didn't quite understand this kind of jealousy: "Really? Has no one ever confessed their love to you?"
"Confession?...Oh, speaking of confessions, it seems there was indeed a girl who did. She was in the liberal arts class and lived in the dormitory on the sixth floor. That afternoon, when we returned to school on Sunday, I happened to be free, so I helped her carry her suitcase upstairs."
The girl, with delicate yet sharp features, frowned at the ceiling and slowly recalled, "After that, I often ran into her. It was probably in the second semester of my second year of high school when she told me she liked me."
"……oh."
Liang Youwei twitched the corners of her mouth, pursed her lips, and asked shyly: "Then what did you say?"
Liang Jingyi didn't answer immediately. She turned her eyes away, as cold as the moon outside the window: "What do you want me to say, Liang Youwei?"
"...Liang Jingyi, you ask even though you already know the answer."
Not getting what he wanted to hear, Liang Jingyi looked away thoughtfully: "Oh, she seems quite pretty."
"Liang Jingyi!" She called her name, very unhappy.
But the person involved remained calm and continued to talk to herself: "She must not only be beautiful, but also writes good love letters. Whether it's writing in classical Chinese or incorporating geographical knowledge, it's quite impressive."
Liang Youwei didn't want to listen anymore, so she turned over, sat lightly on her waist, and covered her mouth with both hands: "Since you like her so much, why don't you bring her to the capital to live together?"
Liang Jingyi tilted his head and signaled with his eyes: Then let me speak.
Liang Youwei's eyes instantly turned red with anger at her frivolousness and senselessness.
She said nothing, just looked at her stubbornly.
……never mind.
Sighing softly in her heart, Liang Youwei's hand was caught and placed on her lips for a gentle kiss. Liang Jingyi looked into the eyes of the person on her body and said: "Because I only like you, and I only want to live with you forever. Why are you crying?"
"Where is the love letter?" Liang Youwei's eyes were filled with tears.
"Just write the rejection letters and send them back." Liang Jingyi was patient again and again.
Liang Youwei refused to give in, feeling extremely aggrieved: "You have never written to me."
Liang Jingyi stared at her and couldn't help but sneer: "Really? You've slept with more than just me, did I say anything?"
Suddenly, the person on my body fell silent.
"He really slept with Qin Zhen."
The doubts in his mind were confirmed, Liang Jingyi muttered to himself, pointing at the pillow with his long, bony fingers, looking calm and unconcerned.
Someone who had slept with more than one person had her brows twitching violently, feeling terrified. She swallowed and moved very slowly, trying to get off the man.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my waist with one hand.
"Did I ask you to move?"
"I, I've gained a little weight recently, and it might hurt you..."
"Oh. Come down then."
I was very angry, but I was in the wrong, so I kept silent.
"Kiss me."
A few seconds later, the person next to him suddenly spoke.
Liang Youwei's eyelashes trembled, and she didn't say a word, but her upper body obediently moved closer to her and kissed her ear lightly.
"Then you are not allowed to be angry anymore, Jingyi."
"…I'm not angry now. It's the middle of the night, I'm tired, good night."
This was the last sentence Liang Jingyi said that night. After she finished speaking, she really closed her eyes, as if she was planning to fall asleep peacefully.
Liang Youwei was afraid that the light would dazzle her eyes, so even though she scolded Liang Jingyi in her heart for being unromantic, she still obediently turned off the bedside lamp with her hands.
The moonlight shines faintly through the window, illuminating the faces of the people around me.
Liang Youwei couldn't fall asleep even though she wasn't sleepy yet, so she carefully adjusted her posture and observed her in the moonlight.
Jingyi really fell asleep.
She seemed to particularly enjoy sleeping on her side, curling up slightly with her hands clenched in front of her chest, a stark contrast to her usual, somewhat unruly sleeping position. When she slept, her features were automatically filtered, gentle and tranquil, like the soft moonlight that was now streaming down her face.
Maybe she was really tired, her breathing was heavier than usual, but fortunately, her brows were not frowned. On the contrary, she looked comfortable and relaxed, as if she had fallen into a safe house.
Liang Youwei approached cautiously, uncontrollably wanting to see her more clearly.
Jingyi's skin wasn't exactly great; up close, you could still see sun spots from the past. Irregular in shape, a bit yellowish, they dotted her nose, cheeks, and forehead, blending in with tiny moles like black stars in a white night sky, a dreamlike sight.
Jingyi's middle finger, thumb, and base of the palm are all covered in a thin layer of calluses, with a distinct white, barely noticeable texture. Since entering college, her handwriting volume has likely decreased significantly compared to high school. So, what were her calluses like in high school? They should be like her, right? Hard, abrasive, and indelible.
She stretched out her fingertips, rubbed them slowly, thought carefully for a long time, and finally hooked them - because of that inexplicable little thought.
…
Liang Youwei didn't know how long she looked at her before she finally felt sleepy.
Before closing her eyes, she lowered her head with conflicting and complex emotions, gently kissing the fingertip that was slightly rougher than an ordinary person's, tracing her thin callus with the soft lines of her lips, and feeling her past.
Good night, my Jingyi.
【Author’s words】
I personally like the last few paragraphs of this chapter. It feels like a silent grand confession.
ps: I would like to clarify in advance that Liang Jingyi hates both men and women and is a staunch pure hate warrior. Her stance is always for herself (and her partner)
Strictly speaking, Jingyi's complaints about her homeroom teacher are considered "slanderous rumors." Please don't imitate them. Any insult involving □□ is essentially the same as spreading a slant. In real life, we should be more polite and avoid spreading slant rumors about others without knowing the full story. It's truly hurtful. Also, her homeroom teacher is pure, but she hasn't sold anything. I need to clarify that.
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