52 Because we all love you
"I had a great afternoon, how about you?" Liu Yuwei tilted her head, her hair sticking up and glistening. Her fingertips tapped the glass lightly, like a restless heartbeat. Jin Lang's gaze lingered on her face, as if he wanted to embed every inch of her features in his memory. "Me too." His voice was as mellow as beer, and smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I'm very happy to be with you." Unlike the restraint just now, the smile now reached his eyes, like the warm sun breaking through the clouds in winter. Liu Yuwei's eyelashes trembled slightly. "This afternoon can be regarded as a fulfillment of our regrets, although it's a little late. We agreed that when you came to Berlin, I would be your tour guide and show you around." She raised her chin, with a look of pride and confidence, "How about it, today was not bad!" Jin Lang nodded, the light cast tiny spots of light in his eyes, but they were quickly shrouded by a layer of regret that could not be lifted. "Actually, I lied yesterday. I'm not exactly familiar with Berlin, but I've been there a few times." His voice trailed off, as if he wasn't afraid to disturb a deep sleep. "I went to see the Marx quotes in the teaching building, and tried that cafeteria you mentioned as terrible. The apple pie at the century-old pork knuckle shop that Napoleon ordered is actually quite good." Jin Lang paused, his voice suddenly rising, his tone becoming more urgent. "Xiao Yu, as long as you're willing, it's never too late..." Liu Yuwei took a deep breath, her chest rising slightly, as if gathering strength. "Jin Lang, I apologize too. After all, it was me who broke up with you back then, and I lied to you. We both couldn't stick together, and it wasn't your fault alone." "Ever since we met again last year, I can't deny that my heart has been stirred." "Those drunken hugs and kisses gave me a long-lost thrill." Even with such blunt revelation, Liu Yuwei still felt a touch of shyness, and her ears burned. Her voice was soft, almost drowned out by the music, but she still heard it. Jin Lang's eyes gleamed with incredible surprise and anticipation, and he couldn't help but speak. "Xiao Yu...you..." Liu Yuwei knew the pain of joy being shattered in an instant, and quickly raised her hand to interrupt him. "Just listen to me first." "During this time, I've been constantly thinking about the past, happy, sad, even things I thought I'd completely forgotten, but they've all come back." She suddenly let out a wry smile, and Jin Lang's heart suddenly sank. "Honestly, all these emotions are mixed together, and I'm really confused." Now facing...
"I had a great afternoon, how about you?"
Liu Yuwei tilted her head, her hair sticking up and glistening. Her fingertips tapped the glass lightly, like a restless heartbeat.
Jin Lang's gaze lingered on her face, as if he wanted to embed every inch of her outline in his memory.
"Me too."
His voice was as mellow as beer, and smile lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. "I'm happy to be with you."
Unlike the restraint just now, the smile at this moment reached straight into the eyes, like the warm sun breaking through the clouds in winter.
Liu Yuwei's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"This afternoon we've finally made up for one of our regrets, even though it's a little late. We promised you that when you come to Berlin, I'll be your tour guide and show you around."
She raised her chin with a proud and confident look, "Well, I passed today, didn't I?"
Jin Lang nodded, the light cast tiny spots of light in his eyes, but they were quickly covered by a layer of regret that could not be lifted off.
"Actually, I lied yesterday. I'm not familiar with Berlin, but I've been there a few times."
His voice became softer and softer, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone's deep sleep.
"I went to see the famous quotes of Marx in the teaching building and tried the cafeteria you mentioned as terrible. The apple pie in the century-old pork knuckle restaurant that Napoleon made was actually quite good."
Jin Lang paused, his voice suddenly raised and his tone became urgent.
"Xiaoyu, as long as you are willing, everything is not too late..."
Liu Yuwei took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was gathering strength.
"Jin Lang, I'm sorry too. After all, it was me who broke up with you and lied to you. We both couldn't stick together, and it wasn't your fault alone."
"Since we met again last year, I can't deny that there have been some waves in my heart."
"The drunken hugs and kisses made me feel the throbbing I hadn't felt in a long time."
Even though he revealed his thoughts so frankly, Liu Yuwei still couldn't get rid of the shyness and felt the tips of his ears burning.
Her voice was not loud and was almost drowned out by the music, but the other party still heard it.
Jin Lang's eyes flashed with incredible surprise and anticipation, and he couldn't help but speak.
"Xiaoyu...you..."
Liu Yuwei knew the pain of having joy shattered in an instant, so she quickly raised her hand to interrupt him.
"Just listen to me first."
"During this time, I kept thinking about the past, happy and sad things, even those that I thought I had completely forgotten, came back again."
She suddenly smiled bitterly, and Jin Lang's heart suddenly sank.
"To be honest, all these emotions mixed together, I'm confused."
Now facing Jin Lang, Liu Yuwei couldn't just turn around and leave. After all, he was the man who occupied her entire youth and the purest heartbeat of her youth.
But at this moment, she couldn't accept it happily. She knew clearly that time could make memories perfect.
Her voice suddenly became calm.
"I imagine you're the same. Seeing old friends and reminiscing about the past makes you feel uncomfortable."
"What is lost is always missed, and what is not obtained is always disturbing."
These words clearly sounded like a confession, but Jin Lang only felt his throat tighten. He knew Liu Yuwei too well, and this kind of foreshadowing must be for a certain turning point.
"Xiaoyu, I'm not acting on impulse."
Jin Lang didn't realize that there was an urgency in his voice that was almost pleading.
"Jin Lang, it's been eight years. We are no longer the same people we used to be."
"When we were together, I never told you about my childhood. I hid all those unhappy and insecure childhood memories deep inside me. So the one you fell in love with wasn't necessarily the real me, but a Liu Yuwei who was deliberately and carefully packaged."
She looked directly into the other person's eyes and gave her conclusion.
"You probably don't even know me."
Jin Lang wanted to stand up excitedly, and the chair rubbed against the floor, making a harsh sound.
"But you just said that you still feel moved!" The ending voice trembled a little, "Me too, Xiaoyu!"
"Whether we're the same person or not, we're still attracted to each other. Isn't that enough?"
Liu Yuwei shook his head, "Not enough!"
Although the voice was soft, it was like a sharp knife, cutting the taut string in the air.
"To be honest, I don't know if these heartbeats are a replay of the emotions from our school days, the regrets and obsessions left over from the past, or if it's really because I still like you."
The band's drums punctured the silence, and as the music began to play again, she continued.
"Perhaps for 20-year-old Liu Yuwei, once her heart was moved, she would have gone all out and fallen for love. But I'm 30 now, and I've seen too many supposedly eternal loves end in a mess."
"You're in that world of fame and fortune, and in Hengdian, you might experience a hundred different kinds of heartbeats every day. Those skillfully expressed genuine emotions moved millions of viewers after they were broadcast. Do you think those heartbeats were fake?"
"I think it was true at least for a moment!"
A trace of pain flashed across Jin Lang's face, but he did not refute.
Liu Yuwei sighed softly, "So, just being moved is not enough!"
"But at least being moved is a necessary condition, right?"
He was eager to seize the slightest possible opportunity.
Liu Yuwei saw him holding on to the edge of the table with both hands, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, perhaps from the alcohol or excitement, and the fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose were particularly eye-catching under the light.
The originally solemn atmosphere was broken by her sudden laughter.
“Actually, I’m quite busy at work!”
Liu Yuwei's eyes flashed cunningly, "Besides, I'm probably not at the age to rush into a relationship just because it's suitable."
Hearing this, Jin Lang's tense shoulders finally relaxed. At least he wasn't sentenced to death on the spot. His mind gradually calmed down, and he quickly sorted out what Liu Yuwei had said in his mind.
"You said that the one I liked before wasn't the real you, so can I ask for a chance to get to know you again?"
"A fair and equitable opportunity."
Liu Yuwei's gaze was fixed on the glass, and his fingertips rubbed it repeatedly, as if he was seriously thinking about the proposal just now.
Jin Lang was getting anxious, and when he saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, he said something inexplicably.
“Everyone is equal before the law!”
"Even Supreme Court judges can't presume guilt against reformed ex-prisoners, right?"
A series of legal terms drilled into Liu Yuwei's eardrums, and she couldn't help but raise her eyelids to look at the man opposite her.
The corners of his mouth were tense as if he was restraining something, as if he was sighing, but it seemed like it was just her illusion.
"Article 12 of the Criminal Procedure Law states that no one may be found guilty without a judgment by a people's court in accordance with the law. Furthermore, individuals released after completing their sentences have their civil rights and freedoms legally restored."
The air froze for a few seconds, Jin Lang's pupils dilated slightly, and then a gentle smile appeared in his eyes, so she was indirectly issuing a "pass".
So I whispered, "Thank you, Xiaoyu!"
"It's getting late." He looked down at his watch. "You have something to do tomorrow. Let me take you home!"
Liu Yuwei nodded in agreement.
She stood up suddenly, the light from the bar reflected from a glass not far away piercing her eyes. The alcohol started to take over her, the blood was drawn away from her brain, and the world was spinning.
Just as she was about to hold onto the back of the chair, Jin Lang quickly grabbed her waist, and his gesture seemed to imply that he was throwing himself into her arms.
Liu Yuwei smelled the ocean woody scent mixed with alcohol on him, and quickly broke away from his arms, steadied her steps, and stood up straight.
"I'm not drunk, I just got a little drunk!"
The sound was sharper than expected, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
Jin Lang touched his nose, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, but his hands were lightly supporting her behind her without leaving any trace.
"Well, I didn't drink too much. I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
Despite this, he still paid special attention to Liu Yuwei's steps as they walked out, sometimes reminding her of the steps and sometimes telling her to watch out for the threshold. Finally, when they were waiting for a car on the side of the road, he once again gently reminded her to watch the curb.
Liu Yuwei finally couldn't help it, turned around, and her scarf hit Jin Lang's arm.
"I think you've just had too much to drink. You're so nagging, even more so than my dad!"
Hearing her familiar "complaint" again, it was as if he had traveled back to the past. The corners of Jin Lang's lips curled up unconsciously, and the words in his heart slipped out of his mouth inadvertently.
Liu Yuwei didn't hear his mumbling clearly, and seeing him snickering beside her, she raised her eyebrows and glared at him, asking, "Are you dissing me?"
Jin Lang raised his hands in surrender, the smile in his eyes deepened, "I didn't!"
"Then what did you say just now?" Her eyes were alert. "You were speaking so quietly, deliberately trying not to let me hear!"
"You want to know?"
Jin Lang asked back, the lights on the street corner flickering in his eyes, like stars falling into a deep pool.
Liu Yuwei looked at his slightly teasing expression, raised her hand and wrapped the scarf around her neck twice, the wool almost covering half of her face. She turned sideways and covered her ears, muffled by the fabric.
"Humph, you want to say it, but I don't want to listen!"
He took a small step forward, walked around to the opposite side of Liu Yuwei, gently tugged at the cuff of her sleeve that was raised to her ear, and leaned closer.
His breath, with a white mist, brushed against her earlobe, and the warm breath made the hairs on the back of Liu Yuwei's neck stand up. At such a close distance, she could see the tiny frost flowers condensing on his eyelashes and smell the lingering malt aroma in his breath.
The world suddenly became very quiet. Liu Yuwei could only see the lips opening and closing in front of her, but could not hear any sound. The white breath kept changing shape with the wind.
My brain froze for a moment, and my heart skipped a beat.
"What did you say?"
She blinked, full of confusion, as if she really didn't hear it.
Jin Lang suppressed his smile, as if snowflakes had fallen on his shoulders and quickly melted away.
His voice was gentle but firm.
"Because we all love you."
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