Chapter 43
But it was obvious that Zhou Wangjing did not understand her implied meaning, or perhaps he understood it, but his past experiences did not make him realize the fact that he was being rejected.
"Then when are you free?" He wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his arm, his eyes a little uncertain.
"Any time is fine for me," he added hurriedly.
Lin Wan's clenched fist loosened and then clenched again. He stopped hitting the sandbag and turned around.
There were dappled traces of sunlight filtering through the shadows of the trees in the room, and those spots of light stayed on the sandbags that had a strong leather smell and kept shaking.
The room was very quiet. Apart from the sound of the sandbags continuing to sway due to inertia, there was only the sound of the two people breathing.
She thought of Jiang Wei's secret affection for Zhou Wangjing, and felt that her life was suddenly stuffed into a melodramatic TV series, forcing her to play a terrible love triangle.
But, it shouldn't be like this.
If you keep procrastinating like this, you will only waste a lot of precious time.
Lin Wan looked at Zhou Wangjing, and her attitude was no longer as roundabout as before.
People like Zhou Wangjing are used to having a smooth life, have never experienced any difficulties, and know nothing about the ways of the world.
Except for very rare occasions, he could hardly make any effective response to Lin Wan's implied meaning.
She coughed lightly, her expression serious.
"You know I'm rejecting you, right?" She unwound the boxing bandages on her hands layer by layer, and the surface of her skin appeared a little moist.
When the sun sets, the aroma of food in Chinatown is the strongest. The aroma of food wafting in the golden sunlight always makes people
Lin Wan held his windbreaker tightly and walked hurriedly.
Ever since she met Chen Yu yesterday, she had been unconsciously repeating the gesture of gathering her clothes, as if she was unconsciously imitating Chen Yu's action at night.
She withdrew her hand the moment she realized it, feeling a little ridiculous.
At this moment, her cell phone vibrated, and the number from last night called again.
Lin Wan took a deep breath and answered the phone.
The moment the phone was connected, she thought she would regret it because she had made a decision that was extremely irrational.
In fact, she was more calm and fearless in her heart.
She didn't have to keep worrying about things whose outcomes were completely unpredictable, instead of wandering around and standing still for a long time.
Lin Wan decided to give it a try, even if the ending was as she expected, hitting a wall.
The voice on the other end of the phone was not Chen Yu's voice as Lin Wan imagined, but another man's voice.
Lin Wan was very familiar with this voice; it was her uncle's.
The male voice that was always filled with false enthusiasm shed its outer layer and became restrained, even weak.
Without any preparation, he directly laid out the results in front of Lin Wan.
"Xiao Wan, your father passed away two days ago..."
His voice sounded calm, but Lin Wan caught the subtle tremor at the end of his tone.
He had told Lin Wan more than once that when they were young, he and Lin Zhen were the best friends, and everyone else said that Lin Zhen was a weird kid.
They read a book all day long without any desire and have such good grades, which makes them always compared with Lin Zhen.
Lin Wan felt relatively calm upon hearing the news. She had seen scenes like this in countless classic movies, where a parent would lie about their death in order to get their child, who was far away, to return.
Therefore, Lin Wan's emotions were extremely calm. She even felt that what she was thinking about must be exactly what had happened.
One of the reasons why she came to the UK must be revenge. After Jiang Yuexing's death, Lin Zhen ignored her and stayed in his company all day.
In nearly six years, she and Lin Zhen had eaten at the same table less than a dozen times.
Seven times, Lin Wan remembered it clearly.
Now, he actually left like this, and his intentional or unintentional desire for revenge seemed to have become a complete joke.
How could he leave like this?
How could he leave like this!
The sound of the electric current in a phone call thousands of miles away was very heavy and harsh.
Lin Wan covered his left ear with his left hand, his fingertips tightly gripping the phone, trying to hear every breath rhythm of the person on the other end as clearly as possible. It seemed that as long as his breathing rhythm was unstable, he would be able to calmly infer from these facts that they were lying to him.
But, none of them.
My uncle was sobbing. He was a man over fifty years old, with a rosy face every time we met, a man who had spent most of his life in the world of fame and fortune.
Lin Wan heard herself say, "Give the phone to Lin Zhen. Stop lying to me. This is such a boring trick."
The person on the other end didn't speak for a long time and took a few deep breaths, as if trying to calm down.
"Xiao Wan, uncle...uncle will not lie to you."
The person on the other end of the phone was breathing heavily, as if something that was weighing him down had finally and inevitably fallen off.
"Uncle also called you twice yesterday, but maybe it was late there, so you didn't answer... You don't have to rush to the burial ceremony tomorrow... Uncle will arrange everything."
Lin Wan only felt a burst of buzzing in his ears, the intensity of which almost made him lose all his strength instantly. His legs could not support the weight of his body and he was about to fall to the ground.
It shouldn't have ended like this, at least not like this.
It was so sudden, they didn't even say goodbye to each other. There had been no contact between them... for nearly six years.
At this time, it should be late at night in China.
"Uncle..." Lin Wan murmured, turning a corner casually and leaning against a wall covered in crude graffiti.
"Xiao Wan, don't worry. Get some sleep tonight and everything will be fine." The uncle's voice sounded a little old, but Lin Wan could only recall his past as a businessman with a resounding voice and a smooth demeanor.
Lin Wan didn't respond. She took a deep breath, trying to find a clue to the cause of everything. Lin Zhen had always been in good health, and even his medical examination report from a few years ago could prove it.
How could he die.
"How did my father die?" Lin Wan asked. Was it a business enemy or a sudden illness?
The voice on the other side seemed to choke for a moment, and Lin Wan's throat tightened terribly. She felt her stomach was cold, as if something was beating inside.
"Xiao Wan, you don't need to know this." There was silence for a few seconds, and finally a vague response.
"Uncle, tell me!" Lin Wan's fingers clenched around the phone, her voice amplified and even sharp. Passersby kept glancing at her, but Lin Wan didn't care.
There was silence again on the other side.
About half a minute passed.
"Xiao Wan..." The voice on the other end seemed a little hesitant. The uncle's voice had just been uttered, and the second half was swallowed back.
"Uncle, I'm here." Lin Wan said immediately.
"Xiao Wan, uncle tells you, don't be too sad." After a long while, the man on the other end finally said it.
"Your mother didn't cheat."
Those few words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Wan's heart powerfully.
Tang Wanlin's well-maintained face from her youth appeared before Lin Wan's eyes again. She was gentle and relaxed, speaking slowly with her slightly raised red lips.
Lin Wan saw the hidden joy and the subtle madness in her eyes.
She told herself that Jiang Yuexing had cheated on her, and after being discovered, he had mental problems and was sent to the hospital by her.
It was she who told herself that Lin Zhen completely hated this marriage and even wanted to send Lin Wan to boarding school for the sake of Lin Zhen's future career development.
Lin Fulai's next words shocked Lin Wan even more.
"Ah Zhen is just too foolish. He wants to fulfill his filial duty and doesn't dare to disobey your grandmother. He keeps making promises to Jiang Yuexing..."
"How could he be so stupid? He can't please both sides, so why not just let one go? And jumping into the river in the middle of autumn? Is he crazy?"
Lin Fulai's Mandarin is not standard. At the beginning of the call, he was speaking Mandarin with an accent, but by this point he was speaking in dialect.
The familiar language made Lin Wan's nose tingle.
"Jiashui River, huh?"
Lin Wan's voice was a little hoarse, and her breathing was rapid, almost breathless. She pressed her back tightly against the wall, using the wall to help her avoid falling.
Jiang Yuexing told her that she met Lin Zhen while she was sketching there.
"yes."
After getting a positive answer, Lin Wan reached out and covered her mouth with her hands, barely preventing her from crying out loud in the street.
She cried for a long time, and only when almost a stranger came forward to show concern for her did Lin Wan pick up her feet and move forward.
Left foot, right foot, instinct led her towards her house in England.
It was almost completely dark, and the streetlights around him were still on. The autumn wind was a bit chilly, creeping in along the lapels of his clothes. Lin Wan didn't pull his clothes together.
Countless thoughts were swirling in her mind, but her expression seemed dull.
She asked Lin Fulai.
"Uncle, am I dreaming?"
The last ray of light in the sky was hidden behind the mountain ridge, and an airplane was landing in this blue hour, dragging a white air flow.
Lin Wan hung up the phone and looked at the nearest flights to China on her phone.
She wanted to rush back and end this farce as soon as possible.
Maybe Lin Zhen is still alive, so everything he is experiencing is just a performance performed by the two of them in front of him.
Lin Wan thought so stubbornly.
She bought a plane ticket for an hour later and rushed to the airport without packing her luggage, just taking all the necessary documents.
Before boarding the plane at the airport, she told Wang Ranran that she would return to China first to avoid her worrying about her safety. She also told her professor that something happened at home and she would not be able to attend the subsequent meeting. She then planned to finish her work on the plane and send it to the professor after landing.
The professor's reply seemed very kind. She said she would first take care of the things at home and sort everything out before coming back.
After finishing all the arrangements, Lin Wan finally had time to raise his head and stretch his neck which was stiff and sore from being bent down for so long.
The airport seemed unusually noisy tonight, but there weren't many people around Lin Wan. The sound came from a relatively distant direction, appearing hazy and unreal.
She bought an economy class ticket, and the boarding gate was quite remote. Lin Wan didn't understand why, so she shook her head, worried that she was hallucinating.
What happened today was too sudden, like a sudden cut in her familiar life, and blood gushed out instantly.
In this situation, it seems natural that my auditory system would stop working.
However, it was not an auditory hallucination, it was Chen Yu.
It was a low-frequency, continuous, seething hum that flowed from the distant arrival layer.
At first, it was just a vague commotion, like distant thunder. Gradually, the sound took shape, consolidating into clear, passionate, youthful shouts of names that cut through the inherent noise of the airport.
Lin Wan heard countless fans shouting Chen Yu's name.
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