"Whether you want to continue or not depends on your own choice." Yun Qiao said, "If you have the right mindset and don't force a final conclusion, then a pure revolutionary friendship is still possible."
"But if you want a long-term relationship, I advise you not to do it. Otherwise, you will get too deeply involved and it will be painful when you withdraw."
Zheng Jingjing's worried face almost wrinkled when she heard this.
"Oh, that's why I'm so annoyed."
"We're so far away. Even if he's willing to wait for me, his parents won't agree, right? If we keep dragging it out, it'll still end in nothing, and we'll just waste a few more years."
Zheng Yujing sighed repeatedly and began to back out: "Or let's just forget it. He's not particularly handsome, so it wouldn't be a big deal to give up on him."
“???”
In an instant, Yun Qiao seemed to understand something.
Think about it again, Zheng Yujing once liked Ruan Yuping and Qin Zheng... Although they were different types, both of them were very handsome.
Ruan Yuping is a pretty boy with a feminine air, while Qin Zheng is a tough, masculine man with a sharp edge.
As for Ji Ping...
Yun Qiao and Ji Ping had only met once, and Ji Ping did not leave a deep impression on her, so Yun Qiao could hardly remember what Ji Ping looked like. All that remained in her memory was a handsome and thin figure.
Probably above average.
A little handsome, but not as good as the first two.
Yun Qiao gently probed, "Jing, I just thought of a possibility. You weren't attracted to Ji Ping when you met him. Was it because his appearance wasn't what you liked?"
"But when you write a letter, the person you're facing is actually the one you've imagined in your mind. And the one you've imagined is actually the infinitely beautiful one you've imagined. What makes your heart flutter is actually your imagination."
"Hmm?" Yun Qiao's words were a bit confusing, but Zheng Jing didn't understand.
"What's the meaning?"
Yun Qiao: "What I mean is, maybe the person you like isn't really him, but a virtual creation of him that you've beautified with your imagination. In other words, the person you like is a fantasy, not the real him."
"Did you hear that?"
"I think... I understood a little." Zheng Yujing scratched his head and said, "You mean, when we were communicating, I imagined him too much, so I developed a kind of illusion that I liked him?"
"That's how I understand it." Yun Qiao didn't say it with too much certainty: "But I don't know if my guess is wrong, because I don't know how you two get along specifically. I'm just making appropriate guesses based on your descriptions, and they may not be accurate."
"That's probably accurate, but I'm not entirely sure." Zheng Jing's mind was a mess, a bit bewildered. "Because I really didn't have that kind of feeling towards him at first. When I met him in Beijing, I just thought it was a coincidence. Later, when he invited me to the studio to watch a rough cut of the film, I just thought he was genuine. Maybe we just treated each other like friends."
"Maybe it was because he often wrote to me, and the content of his letters was very interesting. I felt that he was a talented person, so I gradually developed a special feeling for him."
"Is it because we're too far apart? All I can think of are his strengths."
"Maybe once we meet, this special feeling will disappear."
Yun Qiao remained noncommittal: "Maybe..."
She reminded Zheng Yujing, "But I have to warn you in advance: Yujing, don't fall into his trap easily before you truly understand him."
"Your current understanding of him is extremely limited. All your knowledge of him comes from his own accounts in letters, which are highly subjective and incomplete. If you still want to have further contact with him, it's best to get to know him and his family from all angles before making a decision."
"That makes sense. I'll think about it."
Zheng Yujing was confused, and then she chatted with Yun Qiao in a random manner, looking absent-minded.
Yun Qiao didn't ask any more questions and gave her time to resolve the issue on her own.
When it comes to emotional matters, you still have to figure it out yourself.
At noon, Zheng Yujing stayed at home for lunch, and Feng Juan added two meat dishes to entertain the guests.
After dinner, Zheng Jing stayed alone with Yun Qiao for a while. Just after two o'clock, Han Shuo came over accompanied by Han Rou and reminded Zheng Jing that it was time to go out.
In early October, winter had already arrived in the Great Northern Wilderness. It got dark early in the afternoon and night began to fall before five o'clock. If we didn't hurry, we would not be able to return to the company before dark.
Zheng Yujing reluctantly hugged Yun Qiao and said goodbye to her: "Yun Qiao, I'm leaving. I'll come to see you and Shiyi when I'm free in the future."
The time they spent together was always short, and Yun Qiao couldn't bear to leave Zheng Jing, so he took her hand and asked her, "At the beginning of next month, we'll have a full-moon banquet on November 1st. Can you come then?"
"It depends on the situation," Zheng Yujing said. "There's not much work in the company in winter, so I should ask for leave. But if it snows that day, I won't be able to come."
"If it snows, forget it. It's so far away, safety is the most important thing." Yun Qiao said, "I'll call you then. The company has a telephone line, so it's convenient to contact you."
"Tuo."
Zheng Jing waved to Yun Qiao, went out, got on Han Shuo's bicycle, and left the family compound.
Han Rou didn't go back. Since she had already arrived at Yun Qiao's house, she wanted to go in and see Yun Qiao's newborn daughter.
When Han Rou saw Eleven, she immediately praised him, "This child is so beautiful, just like you."
Yun Qiao smiled and said politely, "Thank you for the compliment."
"I'm not lying, she does look like you, and she's very pretty." Han Rou stepped forward, stretched out her hand, and wanted to touch the child's face.
Yun Qiao saw that her nails were sharp, so he stretched out his hand to block them and said, "It's hard for her to fall asleep. Don't wake her up, or she'll start crying and I won't be able to comfort her."
"You don't know, this child has a quick temper. When he cries, the sound is so loud that it can shake the roof down." She joked with a smile.
Han Rou retracted her hand upon hearing this and said with a smile, "Then I won't touch her. If the child starts crying, it will be my fault."
She pulled a chair, sat down opposite Yun Qiao, and asked, "Have you named the child yet?"
Yun Qiao: "I haven't chosen a full name yet, so I'll just give it a nickname first."
Han Rou: "What's your nickname?"
Yun Qiao smiled and said, "I was born on October 1st, National Day, so my nickname is Eleven."
"It's quite simple and easy to remember." Han Rou smiled and chatted with Yun Qiao for a few minutes about how to raise children. Then she asked, "Now that we have a daughter, it's time to complete the task of giving birth to a son. When are you going to give Eleven a brother?"
Yun Qiao frowned slightly.
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