Chapter 71 My Deskmate, I'm Transferring School
Wen Jiu received the message from Lin Meng one evening. That day, she was squatting on the ground as usual to put a leash on Xiao Huang. When she finished putting it on and was about to take her keys to leave, her phone, which was on the entryway cabinet, suddenly vibrated.
She picked it up to look at it.
Mengmeng: "Hey deskmate, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to my house to play."
"Sure," Wen Jiu replied and pushed open the door.
Little Yellow is a Border Collie. As it grows bigger, its energy also increases. If you don't walk it, it will destroy the house.
Every piece of furniture in the house now has teeth marks on it. So Wen Jiu tries to take it out for a run every day.
As she went downstairs, she ran into her neighbor, an elderly woman: "Xiao Jiu, are you walking the dog again?"
"Um."
Why isn't Yanchuan here today?
He went home because of something.
"I see," the old man said with a hint of understanding in his eyes, and added, "This dog is really well-bred."
Wen Jiu smiled politely, watched the elevator doors open, said goodbye to the old man, and then left with her dog.
"Mom, why don't you tell Xiao Jiu about her dad?" The man who hadn't spoken in the elevator suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?" Wang Yufen asked with a pained expression. "If Xiao Jiu finds out, will he be able to control him or what? He'll just get another beating."
"Then let Wen Chengyu gamble?"
“Even when your Uncle Wen was alive, he couldn’t control his son. What can we outsiders do?” the old man sighed. “It’s just a pity for our little Jiu. Such a well-behaved child has such a father.”
"Thank goodness Yan Chuan was there to keep her company," the man said unconsciously, then sighed again as if remembering something.
I won't be able to stay for long.
*
The next day.
Hearing the doorbell ring, Lin Meng immediately ran out of the room.
He took a deep breath before opening the door, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
As soon as the door in front of her was pulled open from the inside, Wen Jiu heard a cheerful voice: "Classmate, you're here!"
She smiled and was about to respond to the girl when she looked up and suddenly noticed that her once bright eyes were now red and swollen.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" Wen Jiu frowned, her eyes filled with worry.
"It's nothing, I'm just having a slight allergic reaction to some food," Lin Meng said, leading the person into the living room.
"What food could cause such a severe allergic reaction?"
Wen Jiu wanted to ask more, but the girl pushed her back and led her into the room, saying, "Go to my room and warm up. I'll heat up some milk for you."
Lin Meng originally thought she could hold back for a long time, but the moment she saw the girl, her nose started to sting.
She coaxed the person into the room, and the next second after she turned to walk towards the microwave, tears started streaming down her face.
Wen Jiu waited in the room for a while before the girl brought in the milk.
"Hey, you should drink up."
"Thanks."
"It's alright," Lin Meng said, sitting down in her chair, her eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance. "My deskmate,"
"Um."
"You're so beautiful."
Wen Jiu paused in her milk-drinking motion, looked up at the person in front of her, and felt that something was off about the girl today. She asked again, "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
Lin Meng wanted to say "no," but she couldn't help herself; she couldn't resist the girl's gentle and caring gaze.
Her deskmate is so nice.
But she had to say goodbye.
Seeing the girl's eyes brimming with tears, Wen Jiu knew something was wrong and felt a pang of panic. She put the milk on the table and went to get tissues to wipe her tears. "What's wrong?"
"I..." Lin Meng's voice choked with emotion.
I struggled for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.
Wen Jiu must have suffered some great injustice. This usually cheerful girl was crying so hard that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
She tenderly helped her stop crying, saying, "It's okay, no rush, tell me slowly."
Lin Meng couldn't say it; she couldn't bring herself to say, "She's transferring schools."
"Classmate, I...I bought a lot of things," she said haltingly, then got up to go to the cabinet to get them.
Wen Jiu stared at the things the girl had scattered on the bed, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.
All sorts of dolls, keychains, hair accessories, and jewelry.
“I…I haven’t saved enough yet. I was thinking of giving it to you on your birthday, but…” Lin Meng swallowed hard, “but I can’t wait until then.”
"Why can't we wait any longer?" Wen Jiu's unease intensified.
"Because, I, I..." A large tear fell from the girl's eye without warning, "I'm transferring schools."
She was stunned.
The girl's voice broke: "Classmate, I'm transferring schools."
"Transfer schools?" Wen Jiu's mind was blank. She tried hard to process the news, but she clearly couldn't.
“Dad has settled on a job in Jiangcheng. I won’t be here next semester.”
The girl's intermittent voice rang in her ears, and Wen Jiu's heart clenched so hard she could hardly breathe, but she managed to say, "Jiangcheng is pretty good too."
"No, not at all, none of you are here."
"It's okay if we're not here. Mengmeng is so nice; she can make good friends anywhere."
"I don't want to."
"How about I come see you then?"
Seeing the person with red eyes still comforting her, Lin Meng shook her head, crying and unable to speak: "No, deskmate... I can't bear to part with you."
...
Wen Jiu couldn't remember how she got out of Lin Meng's house; all she could think about was the girl crying and how she threw herself into her arms, saying she didn't want to be separated.
She didn't go home immediately, but sat alone on a bench on the street.
I sat there for a very long time, but my heart still felt incredibly heavy.
Why is it that every time she feels her life is getting a little better, everything goes back to square one?
This was the first time she had a friend she liked so much.
But now we must part ways.
*
Zhou Yanchuan thought he was seeing things; the weather was bitterly cold, and there were hardly any people on the streets.
There was only one figure on the roadside bench.
The white down jacket was covered in snowflakes, and it sat there motionless as if it didn't feel the cold.
His face was expressionless until he saw the girl look up.
Almost simultaneously: "Stop the car."
Zhou Yanchuan could feel his blood rushing to his head. He pressed his hand hard on the car door, and the moment the car stopped, he pushed the door open.
Su Ya was about to ask, "What's wrong?"
Then the boy in the back seat pushed open the car door and strode out.
He didn't walk there; he ran.
In a short while, they had already reached the bench.
Su Ya was surprised by the boy's panic. As she wondered who the person on the chair was, she saw him lift up the chair without hesitation, then take off his coat and wrap the person up tightly.
Wen Jiu was dazed when she was pulled up, until she heard that cold yet worried voice in her ear.
"Are you stupid, sitting here?"
She blinked, and when she saw who it was, her tense body relaxed.
"Don't you know what your own body is like?"
Zhou Yanchuan was filled with anger and worry, and did not notice the grievance and sadness in the girl's eyes until she looked up.
Her eyes immediately changed from worry to heartache, and her tone softened unconsciously: "I wasn't being mean to you."
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