Chapter 47 Fortunately, the black guys don’t speak the same language
The man's voice was gentle in the darkness. Li Wenjing felt dizzy and couldn't remember who he was for a moment, but she still hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm here, Qingqing, it's okay, don't cry."
His scent, his body temperature, brought her back to reality. He held her in his arms, patting her back to comfort her. Li Wenjing burst into tears, as if her mother had never treated her like this before. When Wenjun was sick, his mother would hold him like this all night long.
"What happened?"
"It's okay, I just dreamed about my mom..." Li Wenjing choked up, her throat hiccuping and unable to utter complete words. She wiped away tears several times before suppressing the bitterness. "She doesn't love me. I've always known it, but it really hurts me. I can't accept it. It hurts every time I think about it."
"I understand. My mother doesn't love me either." He also hugged her tightly. "Sorry, I can't persuade you. Just be with me. Don't think about those unhappy things. It's so warm to hug me..."
He paused, "Um—I forgot."
Li Wenjing chuckled, "That's called 'huddling together for warmth.'"
"Thank you, Teacher Li!"
The next morning, Mutasha arranged two cars to take them back home: one for the three girls and one for the men. Xiao Qiao and Li Wenjing were still taking care of Qingqing. Li Wenjing went to ask Gu Weiyi to get in the car as well. He said Qingqing would be shy seeing him, and it would be more convenient for the three girls to be together. Since the two cars were together, they could just stop and call him if anything happened.
Her face was still pale, and she looked thinner in just one day. She covered her face with a sun hat, revealing only her small, pointed chin, which rested against Li Wenjing's legs, motionless.
"Qingqing had a stomachache when she went to the bathroom yesterday. I told her to go to the hospital, but she said not to tell her brother, as she was afraid of disturbing everyone's fun." Xiao Qiao rolled her eyes. "Zhang Zhaochuan and your brother are complete idiots. They're useless. I suggested we go to the hospital, but he said not to, because Dr. Gu is here."
"Okay, let's stop talking about this and let Qingqing rest."
Qingqing said she was fine and just wanted some water. Xiao Qiao handed her the water and turned around to chat with Qingqing again, "Even in front of his sister, I have to say that kind of man is not good."
Li Wenjing was about to ask her to talk less, but Qingqing smiled and Li Wenjing ignored her.
"I'm not going to live with Zhang Zhaochuan anymore. All men are idiots."
Li Wenjing looked at her and added, "I didn't mention your doctor Gu."
"No, I mean, do you really want a divorce? I don't believe your mother would agree."
"No, except me, my mom, Zhang Zhaochuan, his parents, my relatives and friends, no one agrees with me getting a divorce. My mom means that he's been checked out and he's not sick. I can use his weakness to make him bow down to me and listen to me from now on."
"Auntie is really..." Li Wenjing thought for a few seconds, but couldn't think of the right words, so she let Xiao Qiao continue to talk.
"He's already cheated on me. If he plays, I'll play too! Hey, Dr. Gu, do you have any good-looking friends or classmates? Introduce a few to me. I'll go out and have some fun in Africa before I go back. A woman at 30 is as fierce as a tiger. How's Dr. Gu?"
"What's going on?"
"That aspect!"
She clapped her hands three times, making a crisp "pa pa pa" sound.
Li Wenjing subconsciously glanced at the driver, but he didn't react. Fortunately, the black guys couldn't communicate with each other. Qingqing's eyes were also on her face at this time, and the stare between them made her cheeks hot.
"What are you saying in front of a child?" Li Wenjing pinched her. She turned around from the front seat and pinched Li Wenjing's red cheeks. "Oh, you're blushing. Tell me, Qingqing, you're not a child. Tell me."
Qingqing had been weak just now, but now her eyes were wide open, as if she had regained some energy. Li Wenjing thought of a news story from a long time ago about a suicidal girl who saw a couple arguing and forgot about committing suicide because she was watching the quarrel.
Li Wenjing sighed.
"He—he can't."
Xiao Qiao opened his mouth and his eyes slid over her, "No?"
Li Wenjing didn't say anything. She closed her mouth, her face a little stiff. She took a deep breath and exhaled, then opened her mouth again, her lips almost crooked with laughter. "Really? This makes me feel better. I told you, there's always a reason why handsome guys are single, right, Qingqing!"
"Then... Sister Jingjing, is this the reason why you didn't marry him?"
Even Qingqing misunderstood. Xiao Qiao leaned over, almost leaning towards the back row, pinching her hand and yelling at her to "quickly speak up." Li Wenjing pursed her lips and said, "Qingqing isn't feeling well..."
Qingqing took off the big sun hat on her head and said, "I'm fine, really."
"Go ahead, say something nice. Qingqing will get better faster," Xiao Qiao beamed. "There's a girl who wants to commit suicide. She saw a couple fighting in the street and forgot about committing suicide. Now you're responsible for this! Go ahead and tell me how to pick up handsome guys. Teach me and Qingqing."
Li Wenjing laughed again. This was the story Xiao Qiao had told her when they were still in school. The atmosphere was much lighter, and when talking about their relationship, Li Wenjing felt less burdened. She said honestly, "It's not because of his health. I've said before, our life plans are different. He wants to stay in Africa, and I want to go to Europe. We have no future together."
"Why can't you stay in Africa? Why don't you go to Europe with your brother? Isn't he French?" Qingqing asked.
"I don't want him to change anything for me. I've always wanted to go to Europe and there's no way I'm going to give up."
"How about you go back to China?"
Li Wenjing touched her head and said, "You don't know what's going on in my family. My parents are like that, and there's also my brother. I can hide away from him while I'm abroad."
"But..." Qingqing hesitated, "You really don't want to go back? Auntie is sick."
"It doesn't matter whether I go back or not. If the money goes back, it's the same as if I go back myself."
"Auntie—" She bit her lip and lowered her eyes. Even Xiao Qiao realized that something was wrong and stopped joking. The two of them waited for her to finish with stern faces.
"Actually, Auntie is already in the late stage."
Li Wenjing never expected the gift of turning 30 would be her mother's death. She'd imagined turning 30 years old many times: how she'd grow wrinkles overnight, or how nothing would happen, how she'd go to a Chinese restaurant alone for a bowl of ramen, or even with a loved one by her side, so she wouldn't be so anxious about aging. In reality, none of these things happened. She lost her roots and truly drifted away.
Finally, they all returned to China, to their hometown, and lost precious things. Xiao Qiao agreed to a divorce, Qingqing lost her first love and child, and she also lost Gu Weiyi.
Her mother lay in the hospital bed, and she could hardly recognize her. Similarly, her mother could hardly recognize her either. She called her Junjun, never Jingjing. Li Wenjing stayed by her bedside. She could no longer eat, and she fell asleep. Li Wenjing called her softly, but she opened her eyes and mumbled something. It was unclear whether she was calling "Jingjing" or "Junjun." She felt even more disgusted with Wenjun and her father. Everything here was disgusting, including herself. Whether her mother had ever loved her was no longer important, and she could no longer ask. She died the day after she returned.
The younger sister who had not been seen in the village for a long time came to help. The aunt asked about her father's condition. It turned out that her father was dying. The aunt turned to Li Wenjing and said that she never came to help, and this time she came because her father was also dying... and so on. Li Wenjing was annoyed by this. Xiao Qiao also came once and asked why Gu Weiyi didn't come to accompany her. Li Wenjing said he didn't know yet. After all, the two of them did not have that kind of relationship, and she didn't want to trouble him too much.
The unit issued an obituary, and everyone transferred money to Li Wenjing, asking her to express her condolences.
It is hard to describe the sadness she feels. She just feels that there are fewer and fewer familiar things about her hometown, even the mother who gave birth to her is gone. Her grandmother gave birth to her mother, and her mother gave birth to her. Now she has nothing left. She returned to Africa. In Africa, maybe that person is waiting for her, or maybe he is not waiting anymore. She will never know the answer unless she asks him.
What made Li Wenjing most sad was that night, he said that she could trust her, but he betrayed her first.
No, it should be said that two people betrayed each other.
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