Chapter 36
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves overhead, casting a fine, dense light on her. A gentle breeze rustled the nearby maple trees. Yang Ye looked down, noticing the irregular patches of light falling on her palm. The pleasant warmth of autumn enveloped her from head to toe, and her tense mood relaxed slightly.
When Xiao Xiao came over, she deliberately walked lightly. But when she saw Yang Ye's relaxed expression, her frown loosened, and she smiled knowingly.
Yang Ye's temper is typical of someone who responds to soft words but not to harsh ones. You don't have to argue with her, and don't dwell on right or wrong. You don't have to say anything nice, or comfort her. Just let her be alone for a while, and she will be able to comfort herself.
Xiao Xiao quietly sat down beside Yang Ye, leaning against the back of the chair. She rested her legs casually, her left hand on the armrest, and looked up at the sky.
The two of them sat in silence for a moment, only the rustling of leaves filling the air. Yang Ye clenched her fist, as if trying to grasp the speck of light within her palm. But as she tightened her grip, it slipped away from her fingertips. She froze. Unreal things are always elusive. Even if one exerts all their strength, in the end, nothing remains.
Xiao Xiao's gaze fell from the sky to Yang Ye. He glanced at her quietly. Emotions were like tides, always rising to the highest point before receding.
She turned sideways to face Yang Ye beside her, "How is it, are you feeling better now?"
Yang Ye glanced at Xiao Xiao, then opened her clenched hand. A few light nail marks were left on her palm. She smiled and asked, "How do I look angry?"
Xiao Xiao leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on a sycamore leaf that had just fallen in the wind. She chuckled, "Professor Li asked me to comfort you, but now it seems that was completely unnecessary."
Yang Ye asked: "What are you comforting me with?"
Xiao Xiao said, "You and Zhou Yiheng went to buy water, but you didn't even bring any water back. Both of you looked so unhappy. Professor Li thought you might have had an argument on the way."
"It's a good thing he can think of it," Yang Ye muttered, his voice unusually irritated. "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with Zhou Yiheng."
Xiao Xiao tilted her head and asked, "Really?"
"Really." Yang Ye nodded, his eyes passed over Xiao Xiao who was sitting next to him, and looked at Zhou Yiheng who was somewhat blocked by Li Cheng.
He just stood there quietly, listening to Li Cheng talk, with his head lowered, making it impossible to tell his emotions.
Yang Ye's breathing suddenly stagnated, as if something was blocking her chest, stuck in her throat, unable to move up or down. She tried to take a deep breath as usual, but the breath was against her. Every attempt was like fighting some invisible resistance. Helplessly, she could only force herself to slow down, exhaling and inhaling carefully, bit by bit, slowly and thoroughly.
"It's nothing, I just met Fang Zhiyang on the road and chatted with him for a few minutes," said Yang Ye.
"Teacher Fang, he is also in this park"
"Well, there's a stall selling things at the gate," Yang Ye said, his toes stepping over a few fallen leaves on the ground. "Didn't I ask him to find an appraisal agency for his blue and white porcelain vase? Maybe the agency was too slow to come up with an appraisal, so he didn't go. So he found a treasure appraisal anchor online, but he wanted to pay a few thousand yuan for the appraisal fee first. Fang Zhiyang said he wanted to pay after the appraisal was completed. The anchor agreed on the surface, but still called Fang Zhiyang's things fake during the call. Now he has the things and can't sell them, so he can only sell some small items first."
Xiao Xiao turned to look at her, "Teacher Fang came to you last time because he wanted to sell that porcelain vase so that he could use it to treat his wife's illness."
"Yes," Yang Ye replied softly, his gaze drifting beyond the present moment to the distance. The late autumn sun bathed the grass before them. Though not as vibrant as in spring and summer, it took on a warm, yellow-green hue. Several colorful tents stood in the grass, and children ran and played across it. The kite strings they held were stretched straight, and the kites had already flown high, becoming mere blurs, appearing and disappearing.
Laughter spread in front, and Yang Ye's nails kept scratching the inside of her index finger. The sun was still warm, but she felt a little cold.
"Boss" Xiao Xiao suddenly called her.
Yang Ye turned his head almost reflexively, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Xiao stared at her with a blunt gaze, "Boss, are you angry because of what happened to Teacher Fang?"
"Yeah." Yang Ye stood up, his right hand shaking with nervousness.
She stared straight ahead, but her eyes were unfocused, as if she saw something else. For a moment, she looked in a trance at the direction where Zhou Yiheng was standing. The dependence in her pupils was like the last straw that a drowning person grasped. But when her blurred vision gradually focused, her pupils dilated slightly, and stayed stagnant in her eye sockets. The one or two faint hopes that occasionally ignited would quickly die out. Just like the wick of a candle that has been blown by the wind many times, the flame will not become brighter, but will gradually leave the candle.
Yang Ye clearly felt that she was getting closer and closer to the abyss. Her reason and emotions were constantly tearing each other apart, like two tangled hemp ropes. The more she tried to sort them out, the tighter they became.
"I told you to be careful. Look at this gauze. It has moved again." Yang Ye sat on the bench beside the bed. She took the medicine box from Aunt Zhang. Xue Shangyang sat opposite her and put the shirt he had just taken off aside.
Yang Ye carefully peeled off the gauze, and sure enough, blood was seeping from the scab. He found a cotton swab in the medicine box, dipped it in the medicine, and gently wiped the edge of the wound.
The moment the potion touched the wound, Xue Shangyang took a breath of cold air.
"If you keep doing this, this scar will stay with you forever."
"I'm a soldier. A few scars on my body don't matter." Xue Shangyang didn't care. He smiled at Yang Ye and said, "Look at the men under my command. Which one of them is clean and without any scars?"
Yang Ye smiled slightly and didn't really want to pay attention to him.
Yang Ye's silence made Xue Shangyang feel uncomfortable. With a hint of mischief, he poked Yang Ye's waist with his fingers. Yang Ye was concentrating, and when she was suddenly attacked in the waist, her body instinctively flinched and tried to dodge. Her hand movements also paused. She frowned slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.
But Xue Shangyang would never give up. Seeing that Yang Ye was trying to avoid him and walk away, he became more and more interested, as if he had discovered something new and interesting. As if he was addicted, he poked Yang Ye's waist with his fingers one after another.
Yang Ye was annoyed by him. She stared at Xue Shangyang with a warning in her eyes. She pressed the tweezers in her hand against the edge of his wound with increased force and tapped it lightly.
Xue Shangyang felt pain and could only sit there obediently.
Staring at Yang Ye's side profile, he suddenly put away the smile on his face and looked at Yang Ye seriously, "The old man told me today that he wanted me to go to Tianjin with him."
Yang Ye's hand paused as she was about to take the gauze. There were originally two unopened rolls of gauze, but the one she took was indeed the one that was almost used up. "Did he say when you should go?"
"The sooner the better," Xue Shangyang said, "Right now, there's unrest everywhere. Fighting is about to break out in Gu'an. The old man wants me to go to Tianjin to guard it."
"Then you go to Tianjin..." Yang Ye suddenly stopped.
"I'm not sure." Xue Shangyang reached out and stroked Yang Ye's arm. "In today's world, the Prime Minister and the President are all changing like a revolving lantern. You never know when the world will change. What will happen after the change? Zhao Zhao, I don't want to see you worrying about me. But I can't just sit by your side like an ordinary person and do nothing. I can't do that either."
He embraced the person with one hand and hugged Yang Ye tightly.
With his face pressed against his warm chest, Xue Shangyang could hear the steady and strong heartbeat in his chest. His tone darkened, "Will you blame me for marrying you but never letting you live a peaceful day?"
Yang Ye used her hands to break his embrace and wrapped the last few bandages. She looked at Xue Shangyang seriously and replied, "As long as you remember what you promised me when we got married, I will accompany you no matter what you want to do in the future."
Xue Shangyang looked at her closely and smiled at Yang Ye, "Do you still remember what we said when we got married?"
"Have you forgotten?" Yang Ye pinched the flesh on his arm and scolded him in dissatisfaction.
Seeing him stand up and leave, Xue Shangyang quickly put his arms around Yang Ye's waist and brought him into his arms. After a while of whispering, Yang Ye leaned against Xue Shangyang's chest and heard him whisper, "If I don't die, I will never let Zhao Zhao down."
Yang Ye's eyes were almost red.
"Boss," Xiao Xiao called her in a low voice with concern.
"What's wrong?" Li Cheng seemed to have noticed something strange here, and he looked over and asked.
Xiao Xiao's voice pulled her back from the edge of chaos. Yang Ye gathered her thoughts and realized that she had lost her composure. She calmed down, turned her head to meet Li Cheng's gaze, and quickly adjusted her mood.
"It's okay, I just stood up and moved around for a while." Li Cheng couldn't see what was happening here, so Yang Ye dismissed him with a casual remark.
"Boss?" Seeing the way she answered Li Cheng, Xiao Xiao called her softly again.
Yang Ye turned around and looked at her with a smile and said, "It's okay, I was just thinking about the past."
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