Chapter 70 (Part 3) [VIP]
In November, it started snowing in the northern city of A.
When the weather gets cold, Jian Yue just wants to stay in bed. By the time she gets up, her phone is already bombarded with calls from Li Shasha, all urging her to stay awake.
It was rare to see news about her adoptive parents in the list. She clicked on it and took a look. It was still just polite inquiries about her well-being, followed by a considerable amount of living expenses.
She doesn't need money. She doesn't like shopping or going out. Her new boyfriend is a wealthy second-generation man, so there is no need for her to spend money.
After returning the transferred funds and replying to the message, Jian Yue got up and drank a cup of warm water. Then she washed up, packed her textbooks for the afternoon class, and then heated up a rice ball, thinking of filling her stomach on the way to school.
The days passed by normally. She leaned against the subway window, staring blankly at the view gradually receding.
Every time this happened, she always felt dazed, and her hands would involuntarily place on her chest, as if there was something there.
There is always a reaction in my mind - the scenery here shouldn't be like this.
But what should it be? She didn't know.
The arrival announcement sounded, and she stared at her reflection in the window for a moment. It was not until the door closing signal sounded that she came to her senses and hurried off the subway.
There were people hurrying back and forth around her. She carried a canvas bag and blended into the crowd.
Life has always been like this, and there is nothing wrong with it.
But she always felt as if she was unwilling.
When she arrived at school, she put on her headphones and walked towards the teaching building.
The weather was still cold. Jian Yue wrapped her scarf twice more, but the tip of her nose was still red from the cold.
The wind on the road blew the snow like salt particles into her collar. She shrank her neck and saw Li Shasha standing at the door of the teaching building waving at her, holding two cups of steaming milk tea in her hands.
"You're finally here!" Li Shasha stuffed milk tea into her hands and rubbed her red and swollen hands. "Lu Yu has been waiting for half an hour. He's smoking with his friends at the entrance of the exhibition hall."
Jian Yue hummed a neutral "hmm" and took a sip of her milk tea. The pearls were chewy and the sweetness was just right, her preferred three-tenths sweetness.
But after swallowing the milk tea, she suddenly hallucinated another scene. It was winter there too - someone was squatting, letting her sit on his lap, and his hands kept rubbing her stiff and cracked feet.
That person had golden hair like the sun and eyes as blue as the sky. He was so beautiful that he looked like someone who would appear in a fairy tale or someone who would only be seen in dreams.
But who is that?
Something suddenly waved in front of her, and Jian Yue came back to her senses.
"What are you thinking about? Your face is pale." Li Shasha reached out and touched her forehead. "You don't have a fever, do you? Didn't I tell you to go to bed early last night?"
"It's okay." Jian Yue shook her head and pulled the scarf up to cover half of her face.
"How are you going to meet Lu Yu in this state?" Li Shasha clicked her tongue, pulled her scarf down, and took out a new color-changing lipstick from her bag and put it on her. "I bought this especially for you. Hurry up and improve your looks. I'm counting on you and Lu Yu to take care of me in the future."
Their university is an art university and they hold exhibitions from time to time. Today, an art exhibition was held on campus.
She had been with Lu Yu for three months; Li Shasha had dragged her on a blind date. Lu Yu was good-looking, and his family was wealthy enough to run a trading business. They often bought and sold art at these exhibitions and signed contracts with art students.
Lu Yu was quite generous to her, but there always seemed to be something between them. There was almost no physical contact between them in the past three months, and even the number of times they met was pitifully rare - just like now, he was standing in the crowd at the entrance of the exhibition hall, wearing a limited edition down jacket, but playing a mobile game in his hand. When he saw her, his eyes moved lazily over.
"Are you here?" He threw the cigarette butt in the snow and crushed it with his foot. "Come in. I heard there's a sculptor from France participating in the exhibition this year. His work is quite interesting."
Jian Yue didn't say anything and followed him to the exhibition hall.
Li Shasha whispered in her ear, "What's going on between you two? Dating is like checking in. Are you still not satisfied with Lu Yu's conditions? All the gifts he gives you are brand-name, and he even drives a supercar to your doorstep every day to give them to you..."
"Shasha," Jian Yue interrupted her, her voice very soft, "Do you think people can suddenly forget something very important?"
Li Shasha was stunned for a moment, then patted her on the back: "Are you obsessed with your graduation work lately? Let's go, let's go see the exhibition!"
The exhibition hall was heated to the hilt, and Jian Yue's frozen body finally felt more alert. She loosened her scarf and followed Lu Yu, taking a quick look at the exhibits.
The artworks were extremely beautiful, but she couldn't get into them no matter what.
It's very inexplicable and strange.
In a glass case in the center of the exhibition hall, a group of sculptures depicts the biblical Angel of Suffering. Originally a fish, he became a god through God's mercy. He looms high above, looking down upon the world as people weep and mourn below.
Somehow, Jian Yuejing became interested in this group of sculptures.
She stopped, sculpting.
The sculptor carved the pain vividly. The angel of pain looked upwards blankly, with no regard for the living beings.
"What are you looking at?".
Jian Yue's heart seemed to be squeezed by something, so suppressed that it was difficult to breathe. She had just experienced something like this before. "It was very painful, very cruel."
"It's quite miserable." Lu Yu's tone was nonchalant, which inexplicably touched Jian Yue's sore spot.
Jian Yue frowned: "Can you be a little more respectful?"
Lu Yu had never thought that she would care so much, and he said uncomfortably, "It's just a myth, why take it so seriously?"
Jian Yue ignored him and continued to look at the sculptures.
So familiar.
Why on earth?
"Jian Yue, look at this!" Li Shasha stomped over from a distance, holding a red rose in her hand. "The flower shop is having a promotion, scan the code and get a rose. Here you go!"
The rose is still beautiful, as if it was just picked from somewhere, with water droplets still on the petals.
When Jian Yue took it, her fingertip was pricked and a little blood oozed out. She gasped and asked Li Shasha, "Did you bring any tissues or band-aids?"
"No." Li Shasha shook her head. Her attention was completely focused on the selfie, and she didn't notice Jian Yue, whose fingertips were bleeding.
"What's wrong?" Lu Yu lowered his head and read the message. He didn't see Jian Yue's hand and said casually, "If you feel uncomfortable, go back first. My buddy and I will leave after we finish the examination."
Strange and distant, no one here noticed that something was wrong with her.
Intimacy? It feels fake.
Jian Yue's heart instantly turned cold.
She suddenly wanted to leave here, leave Lu Yu's perfunctory care, leave Li Shasha's unintentional attention, and leave this cold world that suffocated her.
"...It's okay." Jian Yue shook her head, clenched the rose tightly, and hid her injured hand behind her back. Blood beads flowed down the stem and then disappeared into her palm.
"I'm going to the bathroom." She whispered and turned to walk deeper into the exhibition hall.
The restroom was at the end of the corridor. When passing by a makeshift exhibition stand, Jian Yue paused.
In the center of the booth was a wooden sculpture of a dagger that looked rusty, but the blade was covered with vines covered with roses.
The hilt of the knife was engraved with powerful words.
Her heart suddenly sank, and she recognized what was engraved on the handle at a glance.
YUE.
She remembered that in her dream, a wooden box appeared in the market, with YUE engraved on the bottom.
Who is it? Who is it?
She stretched out her hand, but found blood on her palm, so she had to retract her fingers timidly.
"Do you like this?" A gentle male voice sounded behind him, "This is the work of a student from the sculpture department of our school."
Jian Yue turned around abruptly and answered eagerly, "Yes, I want to know who the author is!"
The speaker was a bespectacled man with a volunteer badge on his chest. He smiled and pointed to the description next to the wood carving: "This student is British and has only been in China for three months. He doesn't speak Chinese very well, but he's very skilled. He carved the statues outside. It took him a whole month. It seems...it's for someone very important."
"As for the name...hiss, it's very similar to Cinderella's name, 'Cinderella'."
Sinderel.
This name was like a rusty key, suddenly prying open the floodgates of memory.
A hint of gold suddenly appeared in her mind, and the familiar feeling made her want to cry.
It's like a long-awaited reunion, like surviving a disaster.
It seemed like she had known him for a long time.
But she didn't remember who it was, nor did she remember anything about him.
In the corner of my eye, there seemed to be a flash of gold.
“!”
Jian Yue immediately turned around and ran out of the exhibition hall.
Why.
Why
Why did my feet start running out uncontrollably?
Lu Yu saw her passing by and shouted hurriedly: "Hey, Jian Yue, where are you going?!"
She ignored him and ran out of the exhibition hall, searching aimlessly for the disappeared figure with red eyes.
The cold air filled her lungs, causing waves of pain, but she did not stop and continued searching.
The snow began to fall heavily, and her body was soon covered with a thin layer of snow.
The blood in her palms had long since solidified into red ice crystals. Her hands were frozen numb and weak, and the rose slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.
The rose slipped from her hand and rolled a short distance on the floor, its petals scattered like a pool of broken blood.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, rolling up the rose petals on the ground.
Jian Yue stopped and watched the red petals spinning in the air, then slowly falling down - landing behind a pair of black boots.
The boots were old-fashioned, with snow and water on the uppers and some wear on the edges.
Above them were black trousers, ironed straight, and above that... I couldn't see clearly. The man was holding a black umbrella, and the umbrella was covered with white snow.
But she saw the golden hair flying under the umbrella.
Her eyes gradually became moist, and she took two steps towards him, trembling.
The man slowly turned around, his long golden hair drawing an arc in the air.
It was like a whole world was drawn between them.
He stood there blankly holding the umbrella, his emerald pupils filled with her.
“…Yue.”
He spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
But it was like a key that opened up all her memories.
Jian Yue looked at him, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.
The roses were blown away by the wind, leaving only white.
Thus, he completed the ending of the story perfectly.
So he traveled through time and finally found the princess.
"...I finally found you."
He said.
【end】
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