Chapter 29 29 These are things she never knew about his past.
Chen Zan had secretly stuffed the sachet into the snack bag. She admitted that her little thoughts were quite clumsy, but when the opportunity presented itself, she wanted to present her thoughts and blessings to him, even if it was soaked by wind and snow.
So that night, Chen Zan received the message that He Jingsui was raising an army to question him.
He Jingsui: [Picture]
He Jingsui: You did it?
He Shiyi didn't know that she had put a sachet in the bag, and Chen Zan didn't know how he knew.
His questioning poured down on him, and Chen Zhan's heart began to beat fast. [Chen Zhan: How did you know?]
He Jingsui: The calligraphy is embroidered quite well.
So you guessed it was her just based on those few words?
Chen Zhan's heart was filled with sweetness. She sat in her small, curtained bed, typing away. [Chen Zhan: Thank you. That sachet contains something calming. You can put it next to your pillow when you sleep, and it'll keep you from having nightmares!]
While chatting with Chen Zhan, He Jingsui had just emerged from the bathroom after a shower. He was wearing a clean white old man's shirt, his muscular arms bare. His shoulders were broad and thin, and his deep collarbones were even more striking. He wore black shorts, revealing his lean calves. His hair had grown longer, now dripping wetly. His deep eyes were filled with warmth and moisture, revealing a sense of unwarranted affection yet concealing a hint of playfulness.
Quietly exuding the wildness of hormones.
He leaned back in his chair, looking at the string of text sent by Chen Zan, his eyes fixed on the last few words, and he chuckled softly.
Someone was playing games in the dormitory, but his world was completely silent, so quiet that he could only hear his own shallow breathing. This desire to chat with her probably stemmed from the innocence that she rarely revealed in her writing.
[He Jingsui: What did you do during the Chinese New Year? ]
Chen Zhan: I paint, read, make sachets, and spend time with my parents at home.
[He Jingsui: Never gone out to play?]
Chen Zhan thought about it and recalled that he and Jiang Yu went to see his favorite movie on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
friend?
He Jing then pressed down her eyelids and squinted her eyes to look at the two words, pursing her lips and making a soft "tsk" sound. Her mind emerged of that day when the man lovingly adjusted the scarf around her neck and the silent provocation and complacency in his eyes when he looked at her.
He didn't ask her who this friend was.
[He Jingsui: What movie did you watch?]
【Chen Zhan: My heart is pounding! 】
Romance movie?
He Jingsui smiled. He felt an inexplicable blockage in his chest. When he saw the name, the first thing that came to his mind was: romance movie. They were actually watching a romance movie together.
Worried that he might not be familiar with the film, Chen Zhan kindly introduced it to him: [Chen Zhan: This is an American film that tells the story of the innocent yet pure love between Julie and Blake. I first saw this film in middle school. Although I didn't quite understand it at the time, it really captivated me.]
Chen Zhan: After watching it again after such a long time, I seem to be more easily moved than before.
He Jingsui: What touched you?
Chen Zan didn't dare tell him because there was also someone living in her heart, so she could empathize with Julie's love in the movie.
She didn't dare tell him that when she watched the movie that day, all she could think about was him.
She only dared to talk about the plot of the movie. [Chen Zhan: Of course it's about the relationship between the male and female protagonists.]
Julie fell in love at first sight, Blake realized it belatedly.
Every moment seems to be telling the audience about beauty.
He Jingsui: Have you ever had that?
【Chen Zhan: What?】
【He Jingsui: My heart is pounding.】
At that moment, Chen Zan's heartbeat trembled with these four words. Landslides, tsunamis, sun and moon tides, all revolved around one name.
She does.
That moment might have been on the rooftop of No. 1 Middle School; when she deliberately passed by his classroom, he casually cast a glance in her direction; when she was about to get carsick, he unintentionally handed her a mint candy; when she met him again in college, he picked up her hat.
He is present in every moment.
The message fell on deaf ears and she did not reply to it.
He Jingsui looked at the silent chat interface and couldn't help but burst into laughter. He raised his hand and grabbed the small sachet on the table and squeezed it in his palm.
Putting his nose close to the scent, he could indeed smell the soothing aroma she'd described, fresh and elegant, with a hint of bitterness. He tilted his head back slightly and rolled his Adam's apple, suddenly feeling that the scent was familiar, as if it existed in his distant memory.
Later, when they went to bed, he put the sachet next to his pillow as he had told her.
After the lights were turned off, the sounds in the dormitory were replaced by snoring, but the faint fragrance lingered in his nose and he did not fall asleep quickly.
He lay in bed, feeling the fragrance gradually surround him, invade him, and finally overwhelm him.
He fell asleep in the second half of the night, but his sleep was not serene. For the first time, he dreamed about high school and the girl who always wore a baseball cap to cover her face on the bus.
He didn't see what she looked like that time, he just vaguely remembered that she had a pair of clear and pure eyes. After so many years, he could no longer remember.
Even in my dreams, I could only see her blurry figure that was completely invisible.
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Chen Zan has been very busy these days, and He Jingsui is also busy with training. Apart from the last sachet incident, the two have not had any free time to chat with each other.
When she heard He Jingsui's name again, it had been more than a month. Spring had come, flowers were blooming, grass was growing, and birds were singing. The campus was no longer desolate and barren.
That day, she was sitting on the school lawn, sketching with her sketchpad. Her pencil was loosely held in her palm, and with a gentle flick of her wrist, delicate lines appeared on the paper. To make her sketches more realistic, she would occasionally raise her pencil and roughly measure it against a real-life reference.
A gentle breeze blew past, blowing up the hair by her ears.
"Zhanzhan!"
The voice came from the side.
Chen Zhan stopped painting, turned his head and looked over there, a sweet voice came towards him.
"So you're here." He Shiyi ran up to her, panting. Her cheeks were slightly hot, and she raised her hand and fanned them twice. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"What's up?"
He Shiyi first smiled at her, then took out two tickets from his pocket and handed them to her.
"What's this?"
Chen Zhan took the ticket from her hand, took a closer look, and raised his eyes in surprise, "Shooting competition?"
"Where did you get it?"
"Jiang Qiannan gave it to me." He Shiyi touched her shoulder and asked meaningfully, "This is their first competition this semester. How about we go and see it together?"
Chen Zan hesitated a little, thinking of the sachet incident last time and the last question He Jingsui asked her. She didn't answer, but her heart was pounding as she said the answer in her heart.
She hadn't figured out how to face him yet, so she returned the ticket to her. "I... I'm not going. I've been pretty busy lately. I haven't finished the professor's sketching assignment, and I still have work to do with the painting club..."
"No!" He Shiyi acted coquettishly with her, holding her arm and shaking it, "You have to go with me."
"Look, Jiang Qiannan gave me two tickets, not just one. This means they want to invite you too."
Chen Zhan declined, "Then you can find someone else..."
"How can that be? They don't know the others, and it would be so awkward if I dragged them over." He Shiyi said, "My brother and Jiang Qiannan both know you, and you're familiar with them too."
"But……"
"Oh, don't say but," He Shiyi interrupted her directly, "Just listen to me, we'll go together. This time we're going to watch their shooting competition live. It's bound to be shocking!"
Chen Zan couldn't convince her no matter how much he tried to talk her out of it, and he couldn't get over her by behaving coquettishly, so he had no choice but to agree.
The game was held on a very ordinary weekend at the Beijing Central Gymnasium. From eight in the morning, the venue was already packed.
Chen Zhan and He Shiyi sat in a certain spot in the audience, surrounded by people. They didn't get the best seats in the stadium from Jiang Qiannan this time, but fortunately, the seats were designed in a stepped pattern, so even if they sat in the crowd, they still had a clear view of the game.
There was a lot of noise and bustling sounds all around.
Before coming, she and He Shiyi each received a cheerleading stick at the door. The cheerleading sticks were specially designed for this competition and came in two colors: red and blue. The color of Beijing Sports University was red, so they received red cheerleading sticks.
Everyone had one in their hands, red and blue scattered all over the place, and some people even waved it excitedly.
He Shiyi was also very excited. She leaned close to Chen Zhan and spoke to her, "I heard from Jiang Qiannan that this shooting competition was between their school and athletes from other schools. It was probably a team competition. He said that the players on the other side were quite strong, but no matter how strong they were, they would be useless against He Jingsui."
There was an air of immense confidence and pride on her face.
Chen Zhan chuckled softly, pinching the red masturbation stick between his fingers. "Are you so confident in your brother?"
"Of course," He Shiyi tilted his head and looked up at the sky, "I knew from a young age that he was born to do this."
"Did he...like shooting when he was very young?"
He Shiyi nodded, "Yeah."
As she reminisced, she said, "That was a long time ago. I remember his mother was still alive at that time. His mother loved watching him win awards for shooting and see him shining on the podium. It was because of her that my brother wanted to pursue a career in shooting."
So that's how it is.
These were things she had never known about his past.
Chen Zhan pursed his lips and smiled faintly.
The closer the game time got, the more restless the audience became. Many people started waving their cheering sticks, and Chen Zhan also waved a few times casually.
There are referees and commentators in the official competition. As the broadcast sounds, the audience cheers enthusiastically like waves.
The screams were so loud that they seemed to shake the entire venue apart.
Chen Zan subconsciously closed his eyes and rubbed his ears.
Even He Shiyi was frightened by the fierce scene and covered his chest with his hands.
The red and blue cheerleading sticks were waving alternately. In this boiling atmosphere of life, she looked far away and saw He Jingsui coming out of the athlete's passage.
Five students from Beijing Sports University competed, and He Jingsui was first. He wore a tracksuit the same color as the latinoagarment she was holding. He was tall, long-legged, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. He no longer had the buzz cut he had last semester; his hair had grown much longer, almost covering his eyebrows.
The face was still delicate, with strong and deep eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, giving people a cold and distant look when not smiling.
She hadn't seen him for a long time, and today was the first time.
The empty space in her heart seemed to be slowly filling up. She tightly gripped the cheerleading stick in her hand, listening to the voices around her shouting "Come on, He Jingsui!", with only him in her eyes and heart.
The corners of her lips lifted up uncontrollably, and in this brief moment, she felt fireworks blooming in her heart.
The "bang" sound made her heart beat wildly.
She silently chanted his name.
But in the next second, the person standing in the distance seemed to hear her silent cry through the breeze.
He raised his eyes and met her hot and bright gaze as she looked at him.
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