Chapter 22: The last Christmas Eve falls on Friday,...
Christmas Eve falls on a Friday, which is an even better reason for college students to go out and celebrate.
This Friday, Chen Song only had classes in the morning, so he spent the afternoon in the lab working on his final project. As the sun set, Chen Song finally finished compiling the experimental data and was left with the final report.
Chen Song was the only one in the lab. More accurately, he was the only student in the entire building. Chen Song attended an ordinary second-tier university, and few students would spend a Friday and Christmas Eve studying.
Although Chen Song was attending this university, he had the potential to attend a key first-tier university. This was all due to the dramatic changes that occurred in his family in the early summer of that year.
Chen Song put down his dissecting tools, cleaned the operating table, and removed his gloves, mask, and cap. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. When he twisted his neck, his joints made a cracking sound.
At this moment, a message came from the phone. It was the location address that Ye Jiajia had sent to the student union group.
[Minister of Arts and Culture Ye Jiajia]: @All staff, everyone must arrive on time at 6:30 pm. The loser will be fined a drink. One drink for every minute late.
Chen Song pinched his brow. He had never drunk before. They say a good drink can dispel a thousand sorrows. Chen Song considered whether to give it a try tonight. But he wouldn't be late. He was a man with a strong sense of time.
Until Gu Xingjue appeared, many rules and bottom lines were broken.
Frequent lateness, absenteeism, and taking leave...are all because of Gu Xingjue.
Why did I think of Gu Xingjue again... Chen Song sighed heavily and rubbed his solar plexus vigorously.
It was around five in the evening. The location Ye Jiajia had sent the message to was very close to school, and Chen Song was about to go back to the dormitory to take a shower. After the autopsy, he reeked of blood.
After taking a shower, Chen Song changed his clothes. He was afraid of the cold, so he put on thermal underwear and a small vest on the inner layer, and then layered a gray sweater on top, and put on a pure white down jacket on the outside, which made his face look even colder.
Jiang Shuang was the only one in the dormitory still playing games. Jiang Shuang glanced at Chen Song and said miserably, "You guys left me alone, do you all have dates???"
"The birth of you two relatives who value color...ahhhh..." He said, took a puff of cigarette, and pretended to cry sadly.
Chen Song unconsciously held his breath and answered perfunctorily, "I'm going to the student union party."
Jiang Shuang was disbelieving and scornful. "Really? Are you guys in the student union so inhumane? They're dragging you guys to a party on a holiday for young lovers. How inhumane!"
Jiang Shuang paused and continued, "Hey, aren't you the president of the student union? Did you arrange this? Your girlfriend isn't making trouble with you, so why aren't you accompanying her?"
Chen Song zipped up his clothes and put on a scarf. "It wasn't arranged by me. I... I don't have a girlfriend either."
"You don't have a girlfriend?" Jiang Shuang was a little surprised. "That's even more ridiculous. With your conditions, there must be a lot of women chasing you. Oh shit! Someone is sniping me!"
Chen Song didn't reply to him, opened the door and walked out of the dormitory.
It is particularly cold in Beijing tonight, and the weather forecast says it will snow in the second half of the night.
The gathering took place at a Chinese restaurant, a popular venue for previous student union group-building gatherings. Everyone split the bill, averaging around NT$150 per person. This is a significant expense for the average college student.
This was also one of the reasons Chen Song hadn't participated in the past. He'd actually saved quite a bit over the years from working part-time, receiving scholarships from schools, and winnings from academic competitions. But he was frugal, so a single dinner would cost him nearly ten meals.
Chen Song couldn't help feeling a little sad when he thought about it. It was so cold and windy, he should have taken a taxi, but in order to save money he still rode a donkey.
At 6:28, Chen Song arrived at the dinner venue. The restaurant was decorated in a classical style. Chen Song glanced at the room number sent in the group chat and went up to the second floor. The corner of the stairs was decorated with a lifelike small peach tree, which was quiet and beautiful.
The door to the private room was open, revealing a large round table. It was almost completely occupied. Everyone greeted Chen Song upon seeing him, each one more excited than the last: "Hello, President... Hello, President! Hello, President!"
Chen Song smiled politely and responded, "Hello."
The vice president said, "There's a seat reserved for you. President, please come here."
Chen Song sat down next to him, with the ministers all around him on his left. On his right sat Ye Jiajia, and next to her sat Wang Yu'an, the two of them laughing and chatting about something.
No one was late today, and the last group of people rushed into the private room just in time. Steaming hot dishes were served one after another, filling the large round table like a full banquet.
Everyone was laughing and talking, and talking about all the gossip of the year.
Chen Song ate silently and felt full after just a few bites. He listened to them talk quietly, but his thoughts still drifted away from time to time.
There is a traditional activity at the end of the meal, toasting.
Each member of the department toasts the head and says a toast. After all members have finished speaking, each head then toasts the president with the respect of the entire department.
No one is allowed to avoid drinking, but everyone is allowed to drink according to their ability.
In addition, if you are not satisfied with the toast, you have the right to reject it and continue drinking until you are satisfied.
After one round, all the members had toasted and the atmosphere was completely ignited.
Next it was the turn of the five ministers and two vice-chairmen to toast Chen Song.
"We have worked together for three years, and you, President, have always been conscientious! You have completed all the tasks, no matter how difficult it is! I toast to you! With such perseverance, you will succeed in any work you do!" After saying that, the minister drank a glass of wine.
"Okay." Chen Song also drank it in one gulp.
It was Chen Song's first time drinking alcohol, and it was harder than he'd imagined. It smelled like Shuanghuanglian oral liquid, so foul that he felt like vomiting, but he drank it anyway. The alcohol burned down, gradually boiling inside Chen Song.
"I've said all the nice things to him, so I'll just keep it small. I wish the president good health, good food, good sleep, and a healthy body! Good health, no worries, and a beautiful woman in your arms, and a life of unparalleled happiness!"
"Good!" Everyone applauded.
"Where did you get this copy so well? I'm even putting it up for you!"
Chen Song was a little excited and drank the wine in one gulp.
Eating well and sleeping well is what he really wants. But he never believed that he would have a happy life in this life. Beautiful women... hehe... Gu Xingjue is quite beautiful...
The toast continued for two more glasses, and the last glass fell into Ye Jiajia's hands.
Ye Jiajia raised her glass: "What they said is superficial. Let me toast you, no matter what happens, you have the courage to say love again!!!"
Ye Jiajia finished her words and drank the wine in one gulp. Warm applause and cheers rang out again from the surroundings.
"Sister Jia is awesome!!!"
Chen Song's brain was a little slow, but after digesting this sentence, his nerves blossomed like ignited fireworks.
Say the courage to love again...
Chen Song seemed to be driven by some strange force within his body and drank the whole thing in one gulp. This glass of wine was much hotter than the previous ones.
After the toasts, everyone chatted for a while.
Ye Jiajia approached Chen Song mysteriously and asked, "How's your girlfriend doing lately? Did you make up with your last fight? It's been so long, so you should be reconciled."
Ye Jiajia couldn't usually tell Chen Song's mood, but she could tell he wasn't feeling well lately, looking listless. She didn't dare ask him, but she was genuinely curious about the kind of woman who had bewitched Chen Song.
Judging from Chen Song's condition, this woman must be very, very difficult to deal with. She is a strong woman of the vixen type.
Chen Song's innocent cheeks flushed slightly, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he shook his head: "We broke up."
"Ah!" Ye Jiajia screamed softly, "What's the reason for breaking up?"
Chen Song held his forehead and sighed softly. How should he put it? The breaking point between them was because Gu Xingjue had lied to him about Gu Mo. But after that, many complicated things happened, making it impossible for the two of them to return to their original position.
Seeing this, Ye Jiajia didn't ask for the reason, but just said: "Do you still like her? I think you can't let her go."
Chen Song's wry smile replaced the silent answer.
Ye Jiajia took a bite of meat and said to herself, "I think if you can't let go, then turn back. They say a good horse never turns back, but how can someone who has truly loved someone easily stop entangled? Those who walk away so easily have never truly loved. Those who can truly let go in the end have all hit a wall."
"Everyone understands the principles of love. But love is unreasonable. If you keep looking back, there are only two possible outcomes: either you can reconcile, or you'll be brokenhearted and let go. No matter how others try to persuade you, it's useless."
"If you still like her, just take her back."
Chen Song's breathing was a little rapid. He could still hear his own heartbeat in his ears. Now it beat powerfully a few times. "I can't get it back. He and I are not from the same world."
Ye Jiajia took a sip of wine and said seriously, "How do you know if you don't try? How can two people from different worlds meet? Love is without any reason or constraints. When mixed with these distractions, love becomes distorted. It's not love, it's a weighing of pros and cons."
"Don't drink anymore," Wang Yuan snatched the wine from Ye Jiajia, "You are the master of life. If you can't even handle your own affairs, don't mislead others."
Ye Jiajia said angrily, "What do you know, little brat? Why do you butt in when adults are talking?" Then Ye Jiajia turned around and went to grab the wine.
Only Chen Song was left alone in deep thought.
He felt... Ye Jiajia was right.
Perhaps, it didn’t matter whether Ye Jiajia was right or not. He just missed Gu Xingjue very much and wanted to find a reason to find Gu Xingjue.
After the dinner, there was a second party at the karaoke bar. Many people said they had something to do and left early.
Chen Song didn't go either. He stood in the cold street for a long time. He didn't feel cold, but his whole body was hot, as if the longing was burning in his body.
This is really the last time. If Gu Xingjue answers the phone, he will be brave one last time.
If they didn't pick up the phone, they would be like the white mist exhaled in winter, fleeting and disappearing forever.
Twelve o'clock in the morning.
Like many late nights, the phone rang with the same ringing tone as the doorbell.
Gu Xingjue answered the phone.
Chen Song's heart was beating violently. He took a deep breath and spoke. This time he did not remain silent: "Gu Mo, Merry Christmas."
There was silence for a moment, and then a low and magnetic voice sounded: "Hmm."
"What's up?"
Gu Xingjue's voice was cold and distant, which chilled Chen Song's hot heart a little.
Chen Song looked up at the slowly drifting snowflakes, and said with a somewhat disordered breath, "I want to see you. Can we meet again?"
Chen Song used up almost all of his courage to say this. The cold wind penetrated between his slightly open lips and teeth, making him shiver.
This is the last time, Gu Mo...
Gu Xingjue sneered faintly: "Chen Song, why do you think you can see me?"
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