After an unknown amount of time, Ye Wenyu's phone started to get hot from the long call, so Zhang Susu stopped talking and asked Wenyu, "Yu, how are you doing?"
Ye Wenyu forced a smile and tried to sound cheerful as she said, "Mom, I'm doing great. Q University has a great environment, my roommates are very nice to me, and I even saw Brother Wen! He's such a good person; he came to see me on my first day. Oh, by the way, he's a professor at Q University now, and because he's so handsome, the students voted him the campus heartthrob professor—"
Ye Wenyu's mood gradually improved after hearing Cai Wenchuan's name. However, she had only said a few words when Zhang Susu said, "Oh dear, Yu, I can't talk to you anymore. Your Uncle Wang's two children will be back for the National Day holiday soon. I need to clean their rooms, make their beds, and air out the blankets and other things. Your Uncle Wang said the children like his braised pork knuckle, so I need to go to the market to buy two big pig trotters. If I go too late, I won't be able to find any good ones."
Ye Wenyu's mood, which had been cheerful when talking about Cai Wenchuan, suddenly dropped. She tactfully said, "Okay, Mom, let's talk again next time."
Zhang Susu hurriedly said goodbye and hung up the phone before Ye Wenyu could say goodbye.
Ye Wenyu stood there blankly for a while before realizing that the call had lasted for more than half an hour and the phone bill was quite a sum, which made her feel very distressed.
She put down her phone, turned around at the window, and it was getting late. The campus seemed even quieter, and the dormitory was eerily quiet. The sound of dripping water from the bathroom faucet was clearly audible, unusually loud.
She stared blankly at the dormitory where she was now all alone.
Many girls dress impeccably, but their dorm rooms are often a mess. Ye Wenyu's three roommates were like that. So at this moment, Ye Wenyu's dorm room looked like it had been bombarded by cannons. Clothes and hats were scattered all over the floor, the blankets on the bed were not made, and the pens and cosmetics on the desk were strewn about. She quietly tidied them up, and then started sweeping, mopping, and wiping the table. After working for an hour, she made the dorm room clean and bright again.
She smiled slightly, thinking about the seven-day National Day holiday. Since she had nowhere to go, the dormitory would be her home. She should treat it well. If her heart was set on heaven, her life would be filled with sunshine. If she was in darkness and there was no one to light her way, then she should become her own light. If she faced hardship with a smile, then hardship would cease to be hardship.
She tried to hum a song and think about happy things, then sat back down at her desk to continue reading. However, her mood remained uncontrollably low. She remembered what her mother had said on the phone earlier. She didn't have time to talk to her much because her stepfather's two children were coming back, and she was busy tidying their rooms, airing out their blankets and making their beds, and buying them their favorite pig's trotters. She had completely forgotten that she also had a 19-year-old biological daughter who was a student, on holiday for National Day, and who also wanted to go home.
Thinking of this, even though she had been reborn and her soul was that of a mature woman who had seen the world, this body was perhaps too young, and she couldn't help but start to cry.
She didn't know how long she had been crying when there was a knock on the door. At first, she didn't hear it, thinking that everyone had left during the National Day holiday and no one would come looking for her or knock on the door. But the knocking continued, and she realized that someone really was looking for her. She had no choice but to stand up, wipe away her tears, straighten her hair and clothes, and pull herself together to open the door. At this moment, even if a stray cat or dog came to visit her, it would be better than spending the holiday alone.
She opened the door dejectedly, head down, and heard a familiar voice: "Xiaoyu." She looked up abruptly, tears welling up in her eyes—it was Brother Wen!
He came to find her!
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