Chapter 118 Why are you putting up with it?
Wen Jiu didn't know where Zhou Yanchuan was taking her, she just quietly followed beside him, the rain outside was fine and slanted, as was the umbrella in his hand.
He helped her into the car, then got in himself and reached out to hold her hand once more.
Wen Jiu kept her eyes lowered the whole way, quiet as if she were not making a sound. Zhou Yanchuan didn't say anything either, he just held her hand tightly.
The car drove for a long time, and it seemed like they had left the city. As they turned onto a small road without streetlights, Wen Jiu asked, "Where are we going?"
Zhou Yanchuan looked at her as if she had finally remembered the person who asked him, and without teasing her, he simply said in a low voice, "Go to Grandma's."
"grandmother?"
Wen Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"You didn't mean to..."
After Aunt Ning passed away, the two elderly people also passed away in the following two years because they could not bear the pain of losing their daughter. After that, Zhou Yanchuan never returned to the Ning family's old house.
Seeing the girl hesitate, Zhou Yanchuan comforted her, "It's okay, I'll show you something."
The car finally stopped in front of an old-fashioned gate.
Zhou Yanchuan led her downstairs and knocked on the door in the night.
The dim yellow light by the door swayed in the wind.
Not long after, there was movement behind the door.
"Is that Ogawa?"
The old man's voice rose slightly, trembling slightly.
Zhou Yanchuan responded.
Whether from excitement or a cold, someone on the other end suddenly started coughing.
Zhou Yanchuan's eyes showed a subtle change.
About ten seconds later, the door was opened, and Wen Jiu saw the old man behind the door.
Her hair was pulled back in a low bun, and she wore a gray-purple knitted sweater. Her eyes looked at them with gentle kindness, and under the lamplight, there was a faint glimmer of tears.
"You child, you've finally decided to come back and visit."
The old man raised his hand and patted Zhou Yanchuan.
He smiled.
“This is…” Suqin looked at Wen Jiu behind him, her gaze slowly shifting from blank to joy, “Is this Xiao Jiu?”
"Hello, Grandma Qin."
"Oh, good." The old man's eyes were filled with excitement. He reached out to take Wen Jiu's hand, and it was then that he noticed their hands clasped together.
Her eyes trembled slightly: "You..."
Zhou Yanchuan smiled gently: "I have a girlfriend."
Wen Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but look at him.
The old man was taken aback at first, then murmured repeatedly, "Okay, okay."
Hearing this heartfelt joy, Wen Jiu was briefly lost in thought.
Aside from their friends, the mother-in-law seemed to be the first person to be happy for them.
The old man opened the door and said with concern, "It's cold, please come in quickly."
Raindrops slid down from the eaves, hitting the bluestone slabs and creating small, shimmering lakes.
After entering, Zhou Yanchuan led the girl down the steps, carefully protecting her to prevent her from slipping.
The old man walking beside her said softly, "I just cleaned up the room that Xiao Chuan used to stay in. I'll clean up another guest room for Xiao Jiu later."
“No need,” Zhou Yanchuan refused decisively. “She’s staying with me tonight.”
Wen Jiu felt inexplicably awkward acting like this in front of her elders.
The old man was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Look at my memory, you two are dating."
She pushed open the living room door, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat."
Zhou Yanchuan looked at the person beside him.
“We ate before we arrived,” Wen Jiu said softly. “Grandma, please go and rest. It’s getting late.”
"I'm fine. I'll go prepare some pastries for you. You can eat some later if you want."
"Really, there's no need, Mother-in-law," Wen Jiu said, glancing at the person beside her for help.
Zhou Yanchuan said, "You should go and rest. She wouldn't let me come at this time. If you keep causing trouble, I'm sure I'll get scolded."
Suqin could easily tell that the two children were afraid of troubling her, but she was a little surprised by the boy's attitude towards the girl. She smiled and said, "Okay, then call me if you need anything."
"good."
After the old man left, the room immediately became quiet.
Wen Jiu wanted to ask why he brought her here, but before she could speak, Zhou Yanchuan led her into the room.
The entire house is in the Chinese style, and his room is no exception, with deep dark furniture and tea-white walls. The only bright spot is the bamboo by the inner door in the corner.
It seemed to be the same room as I remembered, yet something was vaguely different.
Before Wen Jiu could think about it, she heard a voice in her ear: "I've taken all the photos."
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Yes, there used to be many photos of Aunt Ning in the room.
Zhou Yanchuan turned his head to look at her: "Xiao Jiu".
"Um."
He tore open the wound in his heart, showing it to her in a bloody and sincere manner.
"I know what it feels like to lose a loved one."
Wen Jiu suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.
But it wasn't because of Wen Chengyu, but because of him.
He held her hand tightly, just as she had once held his.
"I know that even if you hate him, you will still feel bad."
Her eyes welled up with tears in an instant.
Yes, she hated Wen Chengyu, but she was also really upset.
But that discomfort stopped two hours earlier, at the moment I received the debt collection call in the changing room.
She really wanted to ask him why.
Am I not your daughter? Why do you treat me like this again and again?
Whenever she felt her life was improving even a little, she would be hit hard, causing her excruciating pain.
Wen Jiu bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears.
Zhou Yanchuan looked at her with pity and gently brushed her lips with his fingertip: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me, or you can cry. Why are you holding it in?"
Why are you putting up with it?
Wen Jiu's tears fell instantly, for his gentleness, and for the impending loss of him.
Wen Chengyu, I really hate you.
She didn't say anything, but simply raised her hand and hugged him tightly.
All around was quiet. Under the misty rain, a dim yellow lamp lit up the courtyard, adding a hazy and gentle light to the dark night.
Zhou Yanchuan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the person sleeping peacefully.
My heart felt like it was soaking in water, both soft and swollen.
Wen Chengyu's unexpected death was a devastating blow to the girl, but it was also a relief.
He had thought about killing him more than once.
If you kill him, she will stop crying.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't sleep all night. As dawn broke, he lay down next to the girl and gently embraced her.
The room was completely silent, with only the soft sound of breathing.
Suddenly, the black cell phone on the bedside table lit up, the call notification on the screen flashed, and then gradually dimmed, unnoticed by anyone.
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