I've been sitting in the terminal lounge for ten minutes now, but I haven't seen a single figure that resembles Yang Sisi. My mood is getting lower and lower, and I'm afraid I've already missed her... So, I gradually started to become more rational again. Isn't this a good outcome?
But when I think about the possibility that one day I might bump into Yang Sisi somewhere, and she already has another man by her side, yet she still looks happy, I feel disappointed.
Disappointment is human nature, but I will still wish her well; or perhaps our paths will cross again in this life, ending with the message I sent her, and we will never meet again.
...
I took out my phone again and found our chat history. Last night's conversation was still there; Yang Sisi had unilaterally deleted me... I read the message over and over again. It's like she not only killed me but also hurt my feelings...
I underestimated Yang Sisi's feelings for me. In fact, these words had already touched the limit of what she could bear and snapped the last taut string in her heart... After more than three years of emotional entanglement, I finally made her completely despair!
"Sir, my colleagues at the security checkpoint have given me some feedback."
The person who spoke to me was the ground staff who had just helped me. I stared at her blankly, waiting for her to continue.
"The Yang Sisi you're looking for left the country on a flight at 5:30 this morning."
I asked instinctively, "Which country did she go to?"
"I'm sorry, I can't disclose the guest's information to you... Is there anything else I can help you with?"
I coughed for a moment, then waved my hand at her and said, "I understand...cough cough...your work, thank you...I don't need any more help!"
"Take care of yourself. If you need any help, I'm at the service desk over there."
"Thanks."
After the ground crew left, I kept supporting myself on my knees with one hand. I felt a little dizzy, and my vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry... My emotions were fluctuating so much that I felt a dull pain in my chest.
My most cherished wish over the past year has been shattered by this damned leg—my beach, my ocean, my Yang Sisi…
Everything was like a mirage; once shattered, all that remained was a pile of broken pieces of myself, devoid of vitality and temper.
I slid off the bench to the ground, then hugged my useless leg and whimpered in pain... This was not the outcome I wanted.
I want to make "One-Click Travel" a success, and I've also thought about getting married to Yang Sisi!
I lost, I lost to fate... I accepted the result in tears... I've already been to the airport. Yang Sisi and I weren't really meant to be. The reason we've stayed together all these years is because Yang Sisi was the one who kept going. Now that she's let go, everything has crumbled in an instant.
Under everyone's gaze, I wiped away my snot and tears, and then silently booked a flight back to Dali that afternoon using my phone...
At this point, I understood a principle: a person who truly wants to leave won't make a scene... she'll leave quietly, as if she'd never been there at all.
...
When I got back to Dali, it was already evening. The weather in Dali wasn't very good. There were no colorful clouds as I had imagined, and it was drizzling. I didn't bother Chen to pick me up at the airport again. I took a taxi myself and drove towards the old town in the drizzling rain.
On the way, I also deleted all of Yang Sisi's contact information and tried to forget some memories of her.
I've made up my mind. I'll go to Thailand to get treatment for my leg, and whether it will heal or not is up to fate. As for my career, I accepted Ye Zhi's suggestion, which I had no choice but to accept because after the plans were disrupted, I no longer have the funds to do "one-click travel." I can only follow Brother Ping and do what I'm good at.
When I was almost at the old city, I called Lao Mi. I didn't know when I would be able to go back to China after leaving, because Ping Ge had already started processing my work visa. Once it was approved, I could stay in Thailand for at least a year. So, I had to give Lao Mi an explanation.
After a short wait, Lao Mi answered my call; I forced myself to forget those sad feelings, and then asked him with a smile, "Dad, have you eaten yet?"
"Your mom is cooking. Have you eaten yet?"
"A friend is treating us to dinner later, so don't worry about it... Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you."
"Okay, go ahead."
A bitter feeling welled up inside me, but I forced a smile and said, "I have a friend in Thailand who asked me to go there and do some business with him. I probably won't be able to come home for the next year. You and Mom should take good care of yourselves at home."
Old Mi remained silent for a long time before replying, "You were doing well in Dali, so why did you suddenly go to Thailand?"
"A good man should have ambitions beyond his hometown; that place is indeed an opportunity."
"I heard it's really chaotic over there, with coups happening all the time! ... Wasn't the Mekong River massacre that happened in Thailand a few years ago?"
I replied with a smile, "It's not as terrible as you think. The Mekong River massacre was just an accidental event. The coup had nothing to do with ordinary people. The security situation in Thailand is actually quite good, especially in Phuket, which is like a window to Thailand. The local 'government' takes it very seriously, so the security environment has always been good... Besides, I'm doing legitimate business, so you can rest assured."
Old Mi was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "Since you've already made up your mind, we're afraid we can't persuade you. But you must remember, no matter where you go, you can't do anything illegal or disorderly. Your mother and I are getting old, don't make us worry about you anymore."
“I know… Dad, I’ll transfer 150,000 yuan to your bank card later. You must keep this money, in case something happens at home and we need the money urgently. Don’t put it in a fixed deposit, so you can take it out whenever you need it.”
"We have money, keep it for yourself. Doing business out there is not easy these days!"
"You absolutely must keep this, otherwise I won't feel at ease leaving... I won't say anything else, that's all for now... I'll contact you again once I have a new contact number."
With that, I hung up the phone. While feeling sad, I also felt a weight lifted from my shoulders…
I owe so many people in my life, my parents being one of them, but I can at least make amends to them financially; however, the emotional debt I owe is one I can never repay in this lifetime! To chat with more like-minded people about "My Tenant Sister," follow "Hot Articles" or "rd444" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.
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