Chapter 79 79 I will give you a home.
He Jingsui actually bought a bag of all kinds of things.
Chen Zan wanted to die.
After going to the cashier to pay, He Jingsui carried a bag of daily necessities in one hand and held Chen Zhan's hand in the other, and walked towards where he parked his car.
Unlocking the car door, he put the bag in his hand into the back seat, then opened the passenger door for Chen Zhan, "Come on, I'll take you home."
The car stopped steadily in front of Chen Zan's house. She unbuckled her seat belt and was about to get out.
But he was stopped by He Jingsui.
Chen Zan turned back to look at him, and met his gaze, which was dark and deep.
"Are there any at home?"
She didn't understand what he said for a moment, "What?"
Until He Jingsui glanced at her from the back seat.
“…”
Chen Zan's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Take two boxes up?" He Jingsui leaned lazily on the chair, his eyebrows moving slightly.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he was waiting for something to happen. His dark eyes were glaring at her with interest.
The topic ended with the word "rogue".
Chen Zan pushed open the car door and got out, hurriedly heading towards the building entrance. He Jingsui slowly lowered the passenger window of the car behind her. The barrier blocking his view disappeared, and he accurately captured the fleeing figure, which slowly disappeared from his sight.
He Jing couldn't help but chuckle, his chest shaking slightly.
His girl was still the same as before, blushing at the slightest teasing, nothing had changed. After sending her home safely, He Jingsui didn't stay there for too long, starting the engine and leaving.
During the following period, Chen Zan was very busy because the studio received a large order on short notice. The customer had high requirements for the paintings, but also promised to pay a high remuneration.
In order to win this order, Chen Zhan went to the studio almost every day. He was busy from morning till night and hardly contacted He Jingsui.
This is the third day and Chen Zan hasn't called or sent him a message.
He Jingsui was in the shooting range's lounge, lazily leaning against the sofa, his eyes fixed on his phone. The screen was lit, displaying a chat with Chen Zhan. He had sent many messages, but Chen Zhan only replied with simple replies of two or three words. For the first time, He Jingsui felt a sense of being ignored and frustrated.
He gritted his teeth and sulked.
"Stop looking at that crappy phone of yours," Jiang Qiannan said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and about to light it up on the sofa beside him. He glanced up and saw his good friend looking like the one standing on the Waiting Husband Rock. He couldn't help but speak. He tossed the cigarette case over to him, and when he looked over, he raised his chin towards him. "Want a smoke?"
He Jingsui was in a depressed mood at the moment and had no desire to smoke, so he threw the cigarette box back.
His attention was still focused on his phone, and he said to Jiang Qiannan absentmindedly, "I promised Chen Zhan that I would not smoke anymore."
This is a joke.
Jiang Qiannan twitched the corners of his lips in amusement and teased him, "Are you so obedient now?"
He squinted his eyes, scrutinizing him carefully. He had never seen such an obedient person before. Jiang Qiannan snorted and lit a fire with his lighter, then secretly spat, "Pretending."
“…”
Sparks ignited on the cigarette butt, smoke swirled in the air, Jiang Qiannan puffed away relaxedly, and the room was soon filled with the smell of cigarettes.
The next second, He Jingsui looked at him and said to him, "If you want to smoke, go outside."
Jiang Qiannan: “?”
Subconsciously, he thought he was hallucinating. With a jerk, Jiang Qiannan straightened up from the sofa and turned to look at the man opposite him, his eyes filled with surprise.
Words like "Go outside if you want to smoke" don't seem like something from He Jingsui.
Jiang Qiannan felt quite amused. He held the unburned cigarette between his fingers and asked, "He Jingsui, are you still the He Jingsui I know?"
"Are you so particular about it now?"
“…”
He Jingsui frowned slightly, and while sending a message to Chen Zhan, he said to Jiang Qiannan, "It smells good. I have to pick up Chen Zhan later."
“…”
When he said this, he happened to send the message "I'll pick you up after get off work".
Amidst Jiang Qiannan's cold snort, he received Chen Zan's reply:
[Chen Zhan: No thanks. I have something else to do tonight and can't go home.]
He Jing was stunned by Chen Zan's reply.
It took me a long time to recover.
Jiang Qiannan even added fuel to the fire, "So your wife is in charge of your family, Sui, your situation is not good--"
He raised the tone just to deliberately annoy him.
Little did he know that this person didn't show any sign of being angry at all. Instead, he stared at his phone more and more intently.
“…”
Jiang Qiannan really wanted to exclaim, what a hopeless love-brained person.
Although he really wanted to stick with Chen Zan, He Jingsui knew that Chen Zan was very busy during this period, so he tried hard to restrain his longing and did not disturb her.
The only communication between the two is on WeChat.
"Brother." A childish voice sounded.
He Jing turned his head upon hearing the voice and saw that it was the little girl again. He waved at her with a curved lip and rubbed her head twice with his palm.
Among the kids who came to his shooting range to learn shooting, she was the only one that impressed him the most.
"What's wrong?" The little girl was short and had to tilt her head back to talk to him, so He Jing squatted down to narrow the distance between them.
"Do you know when that sister will come?"
He Jing then vaguely guessed that she was talking about Chen Zan.
"That's the sister who shoots with me," the little girl said. "She hasn't come to see me for a long time."
"Do you like her very much?" He Jing raised his hand and pinched her little chubby face.
The little girl nodded, "Yeah."
"Brother, can you please make an effort and let that sister be the boss lady, so that I can see her more often."
A little kid with a big brain.
He Jing was amused by her.
He tells her, "She already is."
The little girl's eyes brightened instantly, "Really?"
"Yeah." He Jingsui said, "When did my brother ever lie to you?"
"Wow!" the little girl clapped, "Brother, you are awesome!"
"Wait until tomorrow," He Jingsui raised his hand and pinched her pigtail, making an agreement with her, "I'll bring her over to meet you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay!!!" The little girl was so happy that she almost jumped up, "Then I will definitely come early tomorrow!!!"
They didn't talk for long, and the little girl was soon picked up by her parents.
At five in the afternoon, the setting sun painted half the sky red. The wind rustled the treetops, dropping dead branches and leaves. The busy streets were still bustling, and during the rush hour, the number of pedestrians increased.
He Jingsui went to Chen Zan's studio to pick her up after get off work, and left the task of locking the door to other guys in the shooting range.
Knowing that he had a wife, the guy didn't care at all. He waved at him and urged him to go, and said to him, "Hurry up and don't make your wife wait anxiously."
He Jing then left in a hurry.
However, he did not successfully meet Chen Zan. On the way to the studio, Tao Ling suddenly called him and told him that He Jinzhou had passed away.
He just passed away from terminal cancer.
There was a traffic light ahead, and when the red light came on, He Jingsui slammed on the brakes.
The sudden news was like a landmine exploding in his head, leaving only Tao Ling's crying voice, "A Sui, please come back and see your father for the last time..."
The news of He Jinzhou's death spread like wildfire and soon became widely known in the circle.
On the day of the funeral, many mourners came to the He family's old house. They had changed from their previous gorgeous appearance and were now wearing solemn black and white suits and dresses.
It rained that day, and the raindrops dripped onto the dark edge of the umbrella. The damp and rainy weather cast a layer of gloom over the entire house, just like He Jinzhou's dull and pale face in the photo in the lobby.
He Jingsui still went back to the He family. No matter how much he hated his father, he still returned to the place he never wanted to return to with mixed feelings.
The relatives were all sobbing quietly with tears in their eyes, but He Jingsui had no expression on his face and did not shed a single tear.
He stood in front of He Jinzhou's mourning hall, looking at him with his emotionless eyes. It was as if in his eyes, this situation was his best fate.
"A Sui..." He Hongliang's voice came from behind him.
Turning around, He Jingsui saw him. Out of politeness, he called him Grandpa, but his tone was indifferent and cold, without any intimacy.
He Hongliang only felt regretful at this time. As the eldest son of the He family, he did not have any extra feelings for the He family. All that was left was some resentment, helplessness, and even disappointment.
It was because of the causes I created back then that I ended up with such results.
He had no reason to condemn the young man in front of him, nor did he have the face to ask the young man in front of him to return to the He family.
Losing his son in his old age can be considered as karma.
Those cloudy eyes were like pearls covered in dust, with an indescribable chaotic color soaked in the vicissitudes of time. He Hongliang looked at him with misty eyes.
He spoke in a muffled voice, "You were able to come back to attend your father's funeral. Your father finally passed away peacefully."
He Jingsui looked at the elderly man in front of him, twitched his lips slightly, and said bluntly: "This should be the last time I can do something for him as his son."
Even today, after He Jinzhou's passing, He Jingsui still couldn't forgive him for what he'd done. It was like a knot, a knot no one could ever untie. He Jingsui saw him off to the end simply because of the bond of blood between them. As for the father-son relationship, it had been almost completely eroded by time over the years.
Outside, a drizzle continued to fall, and the hall was dim. He Jingsui's outline was hidden in the dim shadows, and his emotions could not be seen clearly.
He Hongliang knew that after today, He Jingsui would never return to the He family. In fact, except for He Shiyi, he would never have anything to do with anyone in the He family again.
We left there at six in the afternoon. It got dark early in the evening in late autumn. The rain had been falling all day and the road was full of wet puddles and leaves.
He Jingsui came out of the He family's old house holding an umbrella and was about to walk towards the parking lot. Little did he know that the next second, he accidentally glanced and saw Chen Zhan standing by the wall.
Perhaps she didn't expect it to rain today, so she was wearing very thin clothes, holding an umbrella in her hand, and standing with her slender figure under the dim street light.
The umbrella was not big, and the wind blew the slanting raindrops, soaking her clothes.
It was so chilly that she couldn't help but hug her arms and shiver slightly.
He Jingsui didn't know how long she had been here, but judging by her current state, she must have been standing here for quite some time. His hardened heart was violently struck by such a soft figure.
The rain continued to fall, and in that dim drizzle, their eyes met each other's.
The man's tall figure was shrouded in rain and fog. He was wearing a suit today, the solemn black making him look indifferent and distant. For some reason, when Chen Zan met his eyes, his nose felt sore.
She ran towards him, letting the mud on the ground splash her shoes, threw away the umbrella in her hand, and fell into his arms.
The wind was strong and the rain was heavy, and she used her body to warm his almost frozen heart.
Hold him tightly with both hands.
The warmth and softness in his arms was too clear, so He Jingsui held her with only one hand.
"Why are you here?"
Chen Zhan clung to him tightly, his voice muffled, "Shi Yi told me..."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I don't want to bother you."
He Jingsui felt a little distressed about her understanding. He pursed his lips, and some different emotions finally appeared in his eyes. "How long have you been here?"
Chen Zan came over very early.
But in order not to make He Jingsui worry, she lied lightly, "I haven't been here long..."
Chen Zan heard the news of He Jinzhou's death from He Shiyi. She was shocked at the time, and then she thought of He Jingsui and felt heartbroken.
She went to see him at his shooting range and also to his house.
Finally, she asked He Shiyi to tell her the address of the He family's old house.
He Shiyi is also a member of the He family. She originally wanted to take her in with her, but was rejected by Chen Zan. She told her: "It's better for me not to go in."
She also took the opportunity to ask He Shiyi not to tell He Jingsui about her visit to the He family's old house. After all, it was his father's funeral, and she didn't want him to distract himself and worry about her.
"A Sui...are you feeling a little sad?" Her voice was soft, like a feather brushing against his heart.
He Jing then hugged her and said seriously, "No."
Instead, he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. He said to the woman in his arms, "After today, I will have nothing to do with the He family. I'm very happy."
In a sense, He Jinzhou's departure became a relief for him.
The shackles of old were finally broken today.
But the more she said this, the more distressed Chen Zhan felt.
She knew what this meant.
This means that He Jingsui will no longer have a home.
Chen Zan didn't want him to be like this. She raised her head from his arms, and her dark eyes were particularly bright in the dim rain.
She curled up the corners of her lips, put on a gentle smile, and looked at him quietly.
He said to him, "A Sui, don't be afraid."
"Let's go home."
I'll give you a home.
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