Chapter 64
"Start over?" Lin Langyi pondered these four words, then suddenly laughed. "What do you mean by starting over? Do you mean we sleep together again?"
After saying this, Bian Shu suddenly clenched his fist tightly, and the veins on the back of his thin hand suddenly became visible.
His movements were too large, and in his agitation, he even raised his hand, bumping into the small table that hadn't been put away yet.
The IV needle, which was still infusion, was clearly displaced by his large movements, shifting outwards.
The flow rate of the IV drip suddenly slowed down, but neither of them noticed.
Bian Shu looked at her in disbelief, his expression pained and desperate: "Is this what you think of me?"
Lin Langyi stood up and cleared the table of dishes: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, how would I know what you're thinking?"
She didn't want any of the takeout boxes anymore. She used her toes to hook the trash can next to the bed, stacked the boxes together, and threw them into the trash can.
She tidied up quickly; since she was going to throw it away anyway, the table full of food that Bian Shu had just photographed turned into a pile of garbage in an instant.
She wiped the table with a tissue, tied the plastic seal on the trash bag, and pulled it out, making as if to leave.
He had no intention of letting her go. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm. In his haste, his elbow slammed against the railing with a thud, completely dislodging the needle. Dark circular spots immediately appeared on the sheets.
He didn't care about anything else, his grip was frighteningly strong: "Are you leaving again?"
His next words were choked with broken sobs: "You were the one who told me about the breakup, and now that we can't even agree on something, you're going to leave again?"
Lin Langyi was clearly startled by his astonishingly large reaction. He clung to her as if she were a lifeline, and she could see the bright red blood flowing from the back of his hand whenever she turned her head.
Lin Langyi reacted quickly, immediately turning off the flow meter. When she tried to press the call bell to summon the doctor, Bian Shu didn't dare let her move an inch. In a panic, she reached out her remaining hand and grabbed her, begging her.
“We can still talk... Zhuzhu, please don’t…”
"I just want to call a doctor..." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him standing there like a dazed man, letting the blood flow from the injection site. She quickly tried to help by pressing the wound, but he turned around and grabbed her hand tightly.
His blood stained her hands as well, and their clasped hands were both slick with blood.
"No need to call a doctor, no need for anyone else, just the two of us, let's talk, let's talk, okay?"
Lin Langyi stared at the blood, warm and flowing, and vaguely recalled a time in college when she and another person went to the classroom to study. She bought two cups of hot cocoa and went upstairs. She accidentally tripped in the middle of the stairs and fell forward, her knees hitting the steps hard, which hurt terribly.
She didn't know what she was thinking at the time. Her first reaction wasn't to throw away the hot cocoa and free her hands to support herself, but to hold the two still steaming paper cups high in the air.
In the end, the person fell quite hard, but not a single drop of hot cocoa was spilled.
Her knee bled instantly, but she was very conscious of her food and bravely returned to the classroom to put the hot cocoa on the table before pointing to her knee.
It was blood, like icicles hanging from the eaves in winter, flowing down to her ankles, staining a small patch of her white socks.
Bian Shu panicked immediately, his face turned pale, and he threw the pen aside haphazardly. He didn't even have time to put away his laptop before carrying her on his back and rushing to the school hospital.
The road to the school hospital wasn't long. Lin Langyi remembered that when he was on his back, his arms, which were wrapped around her, were trembling the whole time.
She hissed and gasped in pain, but still managed to jokingly ask him, "What's wrong? Am I too heavy for you to carry?"
He didn't answer, his breathing was rapid, and he just kept running forward with his head down.
When he finally reached the school doctor, his face was as pale as paper, as if he was about to run out of breath. Even the school doctor kept looking at him and asking, "Do you faint at the sight of blood?"
Lin Langyi looked at Bian Shu, who was also pale at the moment, and thought that it had been so long that she had almost forgotten how she felt back then.
I also want to say that her reaction to seeing him bleed was probably not as intense as his reaction to seeing her bleed.
She asked, "So you were just testing me? What exactly do you mean? Just tell me, like Yuan Chuyu just said."
Bian Shu's grip tightened, but his hands began to tremble as if he were draining a pond to catch all the fish, as if they would collapse at any moment. He pleaded, "Zhuzhu, can we be together again? Like we used to be..."
Lin Langyi realized that when she looked at him, her mind was as calm as still water, so her words came out as if she were a terrible third-rate actor, devoid of any emotion.
She read it in a monotonous tone: "Like before? How was it before?"
The sadness in his eyes seemed to have materialized; the people he wanted to see but couldn't at the time of the breakup, and the words he wanted to say but couldn't say in person, all turned into tears streaming down his face.
She was asking him how he used to be, as if she were asking a math or physics problem, as if it were a question with a standard answer.
Bian Shu couldn't answer.
He had tried to find this answer countless times over the years in his repeated recollections.
If he could get the answer, perhaps he would have the key to freeing himself, and maybe he could look forward and live a carefree life like her, able to "take things as they come and let them go".
Obsession is like the wind that cannot be cut off, touched, or held back. It is difficult to describe to others with barren language. Only when you stand in the wilderness and feel the wind truly blowing on your cheeks can you shout to the sky in the empty land, "I have finally seen the wind!"
Because he loved it so much, he waited for the wind to come again on every calm and rainless day afterward, and he kept reminiscing about the beauty that wind had brought. Because he was afraid of missing it, he dared not leave for even a moment.
He was trapped in that spring, trapped in that gentle breeze, and could never escape.
“I…” Bian Shu’s eyes were red, and he could hardly utter a complete sentence.
That was a full three years, his first love. How could he possibly summarize it in just a few words?
I want you to love me, I want you to smile when you see me like before, I want to turn around and see you dozing off on the table when the experiment fails and progress stalls, your long, dark hair gently draped over your shoulders, like a little sparrow covering its body with its wings, half-asleep.
The tears streamed down her cheeks, gathered at her chin, and dripped onto the sheets, some overlapping the bloodstains that had just flowed, like the outer edges of petals in a traditional Chinese painting, each one born from blood and tears.
"Bian Shu, I have a fiancé." Lin Langyi looked at him with tears in his eyes, did nothing, and simply reminded him.
"Don't be with him, Zhuzhu, please don't be with him, okay?" he pleaded.
"But we're already together, just like you and I have already broken up. That's a given fact, and you can't travel back in time to change the course of events."
“The past cannot be changed, but the future can.” Bian Shu curled up her legs, bent her body slightly, and took two steps towards the edge of the bed. “I know you don’t have much feeling for him. You don’t even feel as much for him as you do for…”
He paused, swallowing the rest of his words: "Zhuzhu, you can't fool me. I used to think that being able to guess someone's thoughts with just a glance was a very magical thing, but with you, I can do it."
Lin Langyi couldn't pull her hand away, so she simply stopped and asked, "Since you're so capable, how can you tell how I feel about you?"
He raised his eyelashes, a few glistening teardrops still clinging to them. The fortune teller hadn't predicted his fate, and he didn't dare answer the question.
But she answered for him.
She gently supported the throbbing pain in the back of his head, and as she leaned down, her long hair slid down like supple silk, softly brushing against his cheek.
She lightly touched his lips, a fleeting touch devoid of any desire, like a summer door opening to let out a brief wisp of cool air before closing and quickly returning to the heat, leaving passersby sighing with reluctance.
But in that instant, he felt as if the air had stopped, his five senses were stripped away, and only the soft touch on his lips clearly told him: this dreamlike development was not a dream.
That gust of wind seemed to be in the distance, like a mirage, or perhaps it was about to arrive, leaving him in a state of turmoil.
She stepped back a little, not fully straightening up, her hair tickling his ear.
She said in a worried and distressed voice, "Xiao Shu, the relationship between Cheng Yanjin and me is quite complicated and cannot be easily explained to you. But if I want to gain the upper hand, I need to make Ying Shanhu successful as soon as possible, so that I will have the leverage to negotiate with him."
"So your patent is really important to me, but I'm not lying to you. Even if I break off my engagement with Cheng Yanjin, I might not be with you. But if I can't break off the engagement, then there's definitely no possibility at all."
Her acting was still poor when she said these words. Such a poor performance is probably still related to his earlier statement that he would only give her the gift after they got back together.
She stared at Bian Shu's distraught face and realized that she had actually been lost in thought.
Although she couldn't remember what happened after she was taken to the school hospital that time, she did remember the scene before she went to buy hot cocoa.
At that time, Bian Shu seriously explained to her that the hot cocoa in milk tea shops, with its syrup, condensed milk, and chocolate sauce, was high in sugar and fat and not healthy, and suggested that she make tea instead.
Are tea and chocolate the same thing?
Lin Langyi didn't want to listen to his long-winded explanation, so she excused herself to go to the bathroom and went out to buy two cups, determined to let him try the hot cocoa from her "Zhuzhu Selected" milk tea shop, in order to prove her taste.
It's clearly made with dark chocolate, skim milk, and a little coconut flower sugar, not some cheap, low-quality product.
She was lying on the counter, intently watching the staff make the food.
Unfortunately, because I went to the school clinic, the two cups of hot cocoa were left unattended in the classroom and got cold, becoming semi-solid and losing all their flavor.
Bian Shu didn't even get a taste.
She didn't have any either.
Lin Langyi tried to pull herself back from her reverie and continued to casually say things like, "I'm powerless to do anything about it."
Technology-based equity investment is indeed different from capital-based equity investment. It cannot be simply measured by the buying and selling price, and its value usually changes over time.
She really wanted to get the patent. Last time, Chairman Xu forwarded Professor Humphrey's speech video to her, which also mentioned the relevant research on seawater beads.
Lin Xiangshuo said that the two companies in G City had a good location because they were right next to the bay, sheltered from the wind and facing the sun. Not only were the waves small, but the climate was also suitable, and the seawater temperature was warm and never frozen all year round, making it a treasure trove for cultivating Akoya seawater pearls.
However, the family held traditional views and disliked risks, so they did not boldly try seawater pearl farming. Instead, they conservatively farmed freshwater pearls in the small freshwater lake on land, with seawater pearl farming accounting for a very small proportion.
Violent! Devastating! Nature's! Resources!
The price of Akoya's "little light bulb" cannot be compared with that of freshwater beads, and Lin Langyi has long been eager to take over her brother's two companies.
It just so happens that Lin Xiangshuo's company also wants to reform its aquaculture to clean water, but it is short of money, so this is the perfect time to start with it.
When Lin Langyi initially used Yingshan Lake as a pilot area for reform, Lin Xiangshuo was observing and waiting for the technology to mature before directly applying it. Now, the tables have turned, and the tables have turned.
He should also become a testing ground, achieve some results, and make some money for her as the major shareholder.
Lin Langyi was planning to use the payment from the original five-year order from Chu Yu to invest in the G City company, thereby gaining actual control through the largest shareholder's equity and launching the seawater pearl business.
Isn't the goal to reform? This is a perfect opportunity to use the new technology the professor mentioned to reform things properly.
So… Lin Langyi fixed her gaze on Bian Shu’s clear and upright face, thinking that because of these tears, she was finally certain of her chances of winning once again.
He remained as tough as ever when facing her, only putting on a brave front.
This realization gave her a sense of calm about having the upper hand, but also a sense of sadness.
Bian Shu is not a bad person.
Even after they broke up, she still thought he was an upright and honest person.
He was so heartbroken, but besides money, she couldn't give him any more affection.
She can honestly say that during their courtship, she was serious and devoted to him.
But if she breaks up with her boyfriend, then she's broken up with him and moved on.
She's not the type to verbally threaten "Let's break up" during an argument while actually waiting for the other person to beg her to stay. She's the type to make a well-thought-out decision and then calmly tell the other person "It's over."
As for the period after the breakup, with no news of the other person in the world, that passion is more likely to fade. Even when the two meet again, the dazed feeling is only momentary, like holding your breath for a second. It seems like a long time has passed in slow motion, but in reality, it only lasts for a second.
As people grow older and gain more experience, it becomes increasingly difficult to recapture the passionate, reckless love of youth.
She loved him, and she openly admitted it.
But now that she no longer loves him, she can't lie to herself.
Time has passed, things have changed, and he said he was unilaterally notified of the breakup, but before the breakup, all her indulgence and every look she gave him was a farewell.
Now, she's like a wealthy man seeing his lover come to her door heavily pregnant. Out of consideration for their past, she wants to give him a satisfactory price so that he can have a better life in the future, and also to sever their relationship once again, declaring that memories are ultimately just memories.
She married Cheng Yanjin because it was still in its early stages, and she had no other choice when it came to life or death.
Now, she has enough time and money to discuss the stakes and benefits with Bian Shu.
He wanted affection, so she could only act.
terribly sorry.
This was all the indulgence she showed before the breakup.
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