Chapter 17 Skiing Chen Song blinked lightly...
Chen Song blinked lightly, awkwardly taking the tissue from Yun Jingsheng's hand, straightened his upper body and leaned back a little, wiping the corners of his mouth vigorously: "I... have them all."
Chen Song rubbed his lips until they turned red before putting down the paper: "I wanted to go to Ruoyang when I was in high school. But..."
Yun Jingsheng raised his eyebrows; "Just what?"
Chen Song exhaled slowly, with a hint of regret in his tone: "I didn't do well in the college entrance examination."
Yun Jingsheng looked at him with his chin lowered. "A blessing in disguise, isn't the opportunity knocking on my door? This time, I've chosen three people from your school. You, Fu Weibo, and Huang Qian."
"Every year, Ruoyang draws lots from a few schools to select a group of outstanding students, about 500 in total. The internship lasts one year, with no salary, but food and lodging provided. There are four days off per month, and sometimes they even go on training trips during their breaks. Working hours are from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. The process is arduous, and most people refuse upon hearing about it. The rest, however, can't stand it and drop out. Fewer than ten people make it through the selection process each year."
Yun Jingsheng tilted his head, looked at Chen Song, and continued, "I hope you will consider it carefully and give me an answer before my last class. I will contact the other two people separately."
Chen Song frowned slightly, nodded, and said nothing, as if he was lost in desperate thought.
Yun Jingsheng smiled and said, "Don't you also think it's a bit inhumane?"
Chen Song immediately became serious and shook his head repeatedly: "No. The medical knowledge system is vast and complex. To achieve success, hard work and effort are necessary. Moreover, the environment provided by Ruoyang is also very good, and it should not be wasted."
Yun Jingsheng was surprised for a moment. "That's true. But health is our capital. We're all medical students, so a balance between work and rest is necessary. Although I'm from Ruoyang, I don't have the power to change this situation. I've also founded another company and it's running. As a friend, if you really can't accept it, you can come to me."
Chen Song nodded thoughtfully and asked, "I want to ask a question."
Yun Jingsheng: "You say."
Chen Song clenched his chopsticks, then put them down after a moment: "Fu Weibo and Huang Qian, they are excellent and perform well in class. But I... why did you choose me?"
Yun Jingsheng paused and chuckled, "Because you're just as talented as them. Although you're not very active in class, you always do the best on your assignments and group work. And you have that passion for medicine that the other two lack. Fu Weibo chose medicine out of family ties, while Huang Qian believes it's profitable. Simply put, your motivation for studying medicine is purer."
"This wasn't chosen by me alone. It was chosen by all the teachers who attended the class together."
"So," Yun Jingsheng opened a bottle of juice and handed it to Chen Song, "don't underestimate yourself."
“No matter how insignificant a person is, he is the light in some people’s eyes.”
Yun Jingsheng's words were warmer than the winter sunshine in Beijing and softer than the spring breeze. They were like a wild grass crawling out from the cracks in the heart, bringing the courage and strength to live.
Chen Song's eyes suddenly felt a little sore. He quickly lowered his eyes, smiled and said thank you.
After dinner, the two walked back to the parking lot. Yun Jingsheng got in the car, fastened his seatbelt, and asked, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."
Chen Song said: "Send me back to school."
Yun Jingsheng started the car: "Do you still have something to do at school so late?"
Yun Jingsheng remembered that Chen Song said he was a day student. Last time, after dinner, he sent him to school, saying that he had something to do at school.
Chen Song turned his head and looked out the window: "No, I live in the school dormitory."
Yun Jingsheng glanced at Chen Song. The moonlight shone on his profile, which was pure and beautiful, and his expression was a little sad.
The two of them were silent for a while. The car slowly drove out, weaving through the busy traffic until it stopped at a red light. Yun Jingsheng opened his mouth and asked, "Did you have a fight with him?"
Chen Song was squinting his eyes and feeling the cold wind. Hearing this, he blinked lightly and said nothing.
Yun Jingsheng paused his hand gripping the steering wheel, let go of the steering wheel with his left hand and reached out the window, unable to bear to see Chen Song's face.
Yun Jingsheng took a deep breath, ah, what should I do, I want to smoke.
After arriving at the school gate, Chen Song got out of the car and said goodbye: "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Jing Sheng. I am very happy tonight. Be careful on the road."
Yun Jingsheng nodded: "You should also go to bed early."
Chen Song smiled politely and turned away.
After walking a few steps, Yun Jingsheng called out from behind: "Wait. Chen Song."
Chen Song turned around and saw Yun Jingsheng striding towards him with two gift boxes in his hands.
The winter in Beijing is very cold. Your breath turns into mist, which is blown away by the wind. The warm face under the mist is filled with a smile.
"This is the souvenir I brought from South City. One box for you and your classmates, and one box for Dean He." Yun Jingsheng handed the gift box to Chen Song.
Chen Song took it and his fingertips brushed against Yun Jingsheng's hand, which felt very warm.
Yun Jingsheng suddenly paused, grabbed Chen Song's hand, and his smile faded. He said with some worry, "What happened to your hand? I didn't even notice it just now."
Chen Song was stunned for a moment, then followed his gaze. There was a purple-red scab on the skin at the base of his left hand, and a slightly swollen area around it. "Uh... I accidentally scratched myself. It's nothing serious, just a flesh wound. It will heal quickly."
Chen Song withdrew his hand.
Yun Jingsheng frowned, but still let him go: "Does it hurt?"
Chen Song's nose felt a little sore, he lowered his eyes and smiled, "It doesn't hurt."
Yun Jingsheng's tone was somewhat helpless: "Why don't you deal with it?"
Chen Song: "It's really okay."
"Chen Song." Yun Jingsheng's voice was unusually gentle. He reached out and touched the side of Chen Song's face. "Take care of yourself, okay? If he can't take care of you, then I will."
Chen Song's eyes suddenly trembled, and he blinked a few times quickly, turning his head away: "I'm sorry...Brother Jing Sheng. I..."
The dodged hand slowly fell, and the man's voice was still warm and gentle: "He is not suitable for you. He cannot bring you the happiness and stability you want. I can."
"I respect your choice, but don't reject me right away."
"As long as you turn around, I'll be here."
Chen Song ultimately didn't respond to Yun Jingsheng. He didn't know how to handle a new relationship, given his current emotional state.
Chen Song knew that he didn't love Yun Jingsheng. How could they be together if they didn't love each other? How could he delay others? In his cognition, people would only be with the one they loved.
So Gu Xingjue must have loved him in the past, and he could feel that those passionate and intimate nights were real. This also happened to prove that Gu Xingjue didn't love him now.
Now Gu Xingjue loves Cheng Song, not Chen Song.
But Chen Song couldn't understand why people's hearts changed.
If people's hearts can change, why can't he change, still loving Gu Xingjue so painfully? Is it a matter of time? Can time heal the pain?
Chen Song couldn't understand.
Life went on as usual. After that night, Chen Song deliberately kept some distance from Yun Jingsheng, but Yun Jingsheng treated him as usual, as if what happened that night had never happened.
Chen Song understood that this was not his giving up, but respect.
As promised, Chen Song replied to Yun Jingsheng before the last class, expressing his willingness to participate in Ruoyang's internship training. Yun Jingsheng expressed his support and encouragement.
After Yun Jingsheng's last class, a large number of classmates held Yun Jingsheng's hands to say goodbye, but Chen Song did not. He just glanced at Yun Jingsheng in the crowd and then walked out of the classroom.
I was stopped just a few steps after leaving the classroom.
Ye Jiajia rushed to him and said, "Chen Song, Chen Song, the student union is going skiing tomorrow. You have to come. We agreed on that last time."
Chen Song subconsciously wanted to refuse: "I don't know how to ski. Why is it so sudden? Without informing me in advance?"
Ye Jiajia crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and dismissed the excuse: "You can't ski, so you just stand there and watch. Do you know what a surprise is? Do you understand surprise?"
"Surprise!" Ye Jiajia opened her hands and made a fireworks gesture. "Do you understand surprise?"
Chen Song's mind reflexively recalled the image of Gu Xingjue standing lazily at the door of his house, and all the emotions that he had been suppressing due to his studies these days came flooding back.
The longing burns like a flame, making one feel dizzy and hot in the eyes.
Chen Song quickly lowered his eyes to the ground, hiding his emotions: "I understand."
Ye Jiajia clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Don't worry, not many people know how to do it, so we just do it for fun. The slope over there isn't that steep, and the protective gear is in place. We're planning to hire a few coaches to teach us, and we guarantee you'll learn it."
"Then let's talk on the phone," Ye Jiajia patted Chen Song's shoulder, "See you tomorrow."
After saying this, Ye Jiajia waved goodbye, turned around and disappeared in the crowd.
Chen Song rarely participated in group activities or large gatherings. The only time he could remember was during kindergarten's spring outing. All the parents of the children in the class were there, except for his own.
The Student Union team-building activities were always arranged by the Arts Department, and Chen Song had previously skipped them due to his part-time job. He had originally agreed to go to Ye Jiajia out of personal connection, somewhat as an apology for his annual absence.
But recently, too many things have happened, and he is feeling overwhelmed. His mood has also changed.
Chen Song has always kept a certain distance from the outside world, not actively socializing, and all his thoughts are on Gu Xingjue. He relies too much on him, gradually losing his independent personality and lacking his own space.
So this time we went skiing together, I also wanted to give myself a chance to jump out of my comfort zone.
That is, trying to give up the one-way dependence on Gu Xingjue by constantly enriching interpersonal relationships.
The next morning, Chen Song arrived at the agreed location and gathered at the school gate.
A bus was parked at the school gate. Ye Jiajia stood beside it and waved at him. Chen Song raised the corner of his lips politely and walked towards her: "Good morning."
Ye Jiajia wasn't wearing any makeup, and her bare face looked less shrewd and more gentle. She smiled and said, "Good morning, good morning. Have you had breakfast? If not, there's some on the bus. I bought some breakfast and some snacks. You go up first. It's cold outside. We're only five people away from being full. The seats in the front are reserved for the ministers. If you get carsick, you can sit up front. If you don't, you can switch with the people in the back."
Chen Song nodded and got on. The bus was almost full, some eating breakfast, some catching up on sleep. What surprised Chen Song was that all the people eating and sleeping were boys, while the remaining girls were all putting on makeup.
"Hello, President."
Everyone greeted Chen Song immediately upon seeing him. Chen Song nodded and looked around. Only the last row had an empty seat. He walked back and said, "I'll sit in the back. Those who get carsick can sit in the front."
Chen Song sat in the last row.
Ten minutes later, everyone assembled. Before the departure, Ye Jiajia explained the precautions, her tone very excited: "Hey guys, this is the first time in three years that all of us have participated in a team building event. This was also a last-minute notification for you. Isn't it a surprise? Hahahaha. In fact, some of you already knew about my plan."
"In previous years, we've always gone out for dinner and drinks on Christmas Eve for team building, but this year," Ye Jiajia rubbed her hands together, revealing a smug smile, "I used some connections to help us get to this ski resort, and I'll pay for everything. Considering the upcoming change of leadership, this is a souvenir from me, the minister, for you all!"
"Wow! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!!" There was a warm cheer from below.
"Fuck, Sister Jia is awesome!"
“So powerful!”
"I knew you were rich!! Goddess, I'm going to follow you forever!"
Ye Jiajia's mouth twitched to her temples, feigning embarrassment. "Well, consider the venue free, and I'll just pay for the travel expenses. It's a small thing. Okay, okay, we're ready to go. Time to eat, time to catch up on some sleep, and put on some makeup, so we can start shooting. I suggest you pick up some for the male comrades in the Student Union, too, so we can take a group photo. Let's all compete with the Dang family next door, we can't lose to them. I've been bragging to the Dang family about how all the new members are handsome and beautiful."
“It’s covered!”
"The drive is about an hour and a half, so we should get ready to leave now."
The bus drove from the city to a small hill on the edge of the suburbs. The foot of the hill was a very popular tourist attraction. The surrounding scenery was pleasant, and unmelted snow fell on the eaves and pavilions.
The weather was sunny today, with a few clouds floating in the sky. It was only 8:30 in the morning when we arrived at the station, and there was no one at the ski resort.
The vast open-air ski resort, a vast expanse of white, blends with the distant, uneven mountains and reflects the morning light, creating a breathtaking and moving beauty. A cool breeze blows, stirring ripples in my heart.
"It's so beautiful!" Everyone exclaimed and immediately took out their phones to take pictures.
"Oh my god, Sister Jia, have we booked the whole place?!" the team members cheered.
Ye Jiajia came over wearing a thick pink ski suit. "Yes, yes, let's try it out now before anyone else arrives. I've called five instructors for you. If you don't know how, gather around and learn."
Ye Jiajia raised her hand and shouted, "I'm also a coach. If you have any questions, come to me. I will teach you everything. I will teach you professionally."
Several ministers looked at her with disdain: "I value my life, I'd better find a coach."
"I agree."
Then several ministers took the young people from their departments to find the coach.
Ye Jiajia was very dissatisfied and snorted while inserting her skateboard: "What are you doing? I've been skating since I was a child. I'm a professional! Damn you guys who don't know what's going on!"
"I know what's good, hehe." A tall boy walked over slowly.
Ye Jiajia glanced at him and threw the skateboard in her hand at him: "Okay, then learn from Sister Jia. You got the hang of it faster than them. I envy them to death."
The boy caught the skateboard and patted his chest: "Good leader!"
Ye Jiajia nodded proudly, then narrowed her eyes and looked at the figure behind the boy who was still frantically putting on protective gear.
Chen Song had never skied before, and although the slope wasn't steep, he was still a little intimidated by his inexperience. The ski suit was also complicated, and it took him the better part of a day just to put it on. After finally putting it on, the staff handed him some protective gear—a few cute but bulky turtle stuffed animals—and asked if he needed any.
Chen Song thought for a long time and then replied, "Yes." Although the handsome ski suit and the cute little turtle looked silly and out of place, he valued his life more.
At this time, Chen Song was bending over to tie the small turtle on his knees. While he was tying it, the big turtle on his waist was moved away again. Chen Song dragged it in a panic.
A male voice sounded from above: "Let me help you, President."
Chen Song looked up. The boy in front of him was very tall. Chen Song had seen him before. He was Ye Jiajia's boyfriend.
Ye Jiajia followed closely behind, dragging two skateboards over: "Let me, the snow eagle, take you two little chicks flying today!"
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