Chapter 81
Late at night, a light bulb was on, emitting a faint white light.
Chen Mudan moved a chair and sat by the window, knitting needles in her hands flying up and down, knitting a few stitches, glancing out the window. Knitting a few more stitches, secretly glancing at the figure in the room.
Shao Qinghe sat in the shadows with a sullen face.
Shen Mudan took a look and retracted her gaze. This man came half an hour ago and said that Chen Lanjun borrowed a pen from him. He was going back in a few days, so he came to get it.
Chen Lanjun's bedroom was always locked. Although Shen Mudan knew where the key was, she was unwilling to open the bedroom door specifically for this person. Who knew if the matter of owing the pen was true?
But considering that she seemed to have seen this handsome guy beside Chen Lanjun before, she still asked him to go inside and wait.
As soon as this person entered the room, he sat quietly and didn't say much. It was unknown what he was thinking about.
Shao Qinghe was wearing a watch on his hand. The pointer moved neither fast nor slow, making a "tick-tick" sound.
It was a sound that he was used to hearing, but at this moment, it was extremely irritating to Shao Qinghe's ears.
He should be annoyed, especially with himself. He had clearly made up his mind at that time, in the classroom, not to have any contact with this person anymore.
I was angry for a whole day, and when I got home I called my friend in Hong Kong and said, "I will be back in two weeks, you have to come to the welcoming party."
"You returned alone," my friend's voice sounded a little surprised, "Then where is your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend."
"What's wrong?"
“People don’t even want to stand with me in front of my teachers and friends.”
Shao Qinghe was not a talkative person, but he was so angry that he told her everything: "Forget it, I'm not that bad, and I don't have to have her!"
The friend on the other end of the phone laughed softly: "Oh, your attitude is not good."
"What's the meaning?"
The friend said: "I have dated several girlfriends before, and I can sometimes feel that they don't necessarily love me that much. Well, maybe they love me more when I buy them bags, but I don't care. Love or not, what does it matter? Anyway, it's face to take them out and warm the bed at home. To be honest, several of my brothers are like this. But——"
He paused and said:
"You actually got so angry over a girl's hesitation for just a few seconds."
"Ah He, you're done."
These few short words struck Shao Qinghe's heart like the black and white keys of a piano being struck.
At night, when my head rested on the pillow, I was still thinking about it.
If you didn't really care about the person, how could you get angry about such a small thing?
He opened his eyes. He was too lazy to draw the curtains tonight, so the moonlight shone on the shiny tiles, like water.
He stared at the moonlight, feeling a little confused.
Is this kind of tormenting thing "love"?
He turned over uncomfortably, and the necklace on his neck felt a little painful.
This necklace was left to him by his mother. It was an ordinary silver chain with an ordinary silver ring hanging on it.
It was hung by his mother when he was six years old.
Magnolia flowers bloomed brilliantly on the moon-white satin cheongsam. Behind my mother, outside the south window, there was a large area of magnolia trees, with many flower buds already formed. Soon, the flowers would bloom, and they would be as beautiful as the flowers embroidered on my mother's cheongsam.
While his mother was tying the necklace for him, she said, "This was given to me by your Daddy when he proposed to me. He didn't have much money at that time, and this ring must have cost him a lot of his fortune."
Having said this, the mother smiled slightly. She was a recognized beauty. Even though she had been ill for a long time, her smile was still stunningly beautiful, like the broken beauty of cherry blossoms blown down by the wind.
The young boy didn't understand and said, "Then Daddy must love you very much."
"Love?" The mother's brief smile disappeared, and she sneered softly, with indescribable regret and sadness. "Maybe."
It was also that year that my mother passed away.
At the funeral, my father choked up several times while delivering his eulogy, repeating over and over again, "My beloved wife has left me."
The tears were real, and it was also true that the second wife came home three months later, holding a little boy's hand - his brother who was three years younger than him.
Shao Qinghe took off the necklace, held it in his palm, and stared at it for a long time in the moonlight.
When he was about to leave, he wandered for a long time, from day to dusk, and finally stood in front of Chen Lanjun's house in the night.
It's a pity she's not here.
Her aunt Shen Mudan said that she went to have dinner to discuss business.
"How about you come next time? I'll tell her when she comes back."
"I'll wait for her."
So he waited quietly.
By the time Shen Mudan had finished knitting the sleeves of her sweater, she finally heard some noise outside.
"There are footsteps. Are they coming back?"
Shen Mudan said as she stood up.
Shao Qinghe also stood up and looked out the window, finally catching a glimpse of Chen Lanjun and others who were returning late - Chen Lanjun was holding Atong in one hand and Pang Xiaopeng in the other, and walking slowly towards home.
Shen Mudan quickly put down the knitting needles, picked up the silver flashlight on the table, twisted it, and illuminated the way ahead.
“Finally I’m back!”
As the door opened, the smell of alcohol hit me.
“Why do you drink so much?” Shen Mudan sighed.
When I looked closer, I found that Atong and Pang Xiaopeng were slightly better off, but Chen Lanjun was literally being carried by two people.
Atong frowned and said, "Sister Lan blocked a lot of wine for us, it's really..."
Before she could finish, Chen Lanjun covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
When she entered the house and reached the familiar territory, she couldn't help but vomited all over the place.
She was not a person who liked to drink, and she hadn't drunk like this for a long time. She just felt uncomfortable from her stomach to every cell in her body.
"Sister Lan, are you okay?" Pang Xiaopeng and Atong looked at her worriedly.
Chen Lanjun didn't even raise her head: "It's okay."
“You’re so drunk, and you still say it’s okay.” Shen Mudan followed, supported her distressedly, and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.
"I'm not drunk."
Although she said this, Chen Lanjun, who was half-kneeling on the ground, tried to get up and struggled for a while, but she didn't have the strength to get up.
Shen Mudan tried to pull her, but Chen Lanjun had little strength and she was unable to pull her for a while.
"It's okay, take a break and get up later." Chen Lanjun closed her eyes and said vaguely.
Two seconds later, a pair of strong arms picked her up and held her sideways, with a faint scent of cologne lingering at her nose.
Chen Lanjun half opened her eyes and smiled: "It seems that I am really drunk."
Otherwise, how could I meet Shao Qinghe?
It must be a dream.
Exercising her privilege as a drunken dreamer, she nestled her face into his chest, nuzzling it unconsciously, and murmured, "Maybe I like you a little, a little."
Shao Qinghe lowered his eyes, his heart swollen and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.
I feel both hate and heartache.
In the end, he said nothing, but just hugged her tighter.
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