Sheng Wenzhi's expression froze.
Imagine a miser going to the lottery station to claim his prize, only to find that his five-million-dollar winning ticket has expired—his expression at that moment wouldn't be any worse than Sheng Wenzhi's expression right now.
Sheng Wenzhi's beautifully shaped lips trembled slightly: "Little Leaf..."
Looking at the other person's appearance, Shang Yechu inexplicably recalled a winter many years ago.
The winter was dry, and Shang Yechu was often thirsty. Wencheng No. 3 Middle School certainly had a hot water room, but unfortunately, she had broken her old water cup. Not daring to tell her family, Shang Yechu used the soda bottle that Sheng Wenzhi had left over to collect water.
The soda bottle is made of plastic, and it shrinks and deforms when exposed to hot water. Shang Yechu can only drink cold water.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Wen brought a giant water jug filled with warm water the next day.
Sheng Wenzhi handed the kettle to Shang Yechu, saying impatiently, "It was boiling water when you filled it at home, but it got cold by the time you carried it upstairs. Still, it's much better than cold water. Tap water is the dirtiest..."
The image of the little mosquito, leaning on crutches and limping as he carried a heavy water bottle up to the third floor, faded away and was replaced by the unfamiliar man before us.
He was selfish, self-centered, and arrogant. He was haughty, stubborn, cold-hearted, lonely, and narrow-minded. He was not the only bright spot in Shang Yechu's dull and monotonous student life; he was just a colorless void.
It's all in the past.
For Shang Yechu, that was more than a decade ago.
Shang Yechu should have been angry, but at this moment, she felt powerless and had no interest in being angry.
The answer to the question is no longer important.
"Never mind." Shang Yechu suddenly smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want with my things, throw them away or donate them. I won't bother you at your house anymore. If you want to stay on set and watch the movie, then continue watching. It's up to you."
After saying this, Shang Yechu nodded to Sheng Wenzhi as if he were any other crew member he was neither familiar with nor unfamiliar with, and then turned and left.
"Wait a minute," Sheng Wenzhi whispered as Shang Yechu turned around.
Shang Yechu neither turned around nor stopped walking.
Sheng Wenzhi stepped forward and walked alongside Shang Yechu. His long hair obscured his eyes, making his expression unreadable: "I'll keep your things for you. I'll leave the film crew. What I wanted to see, I've already seen."
After saying this, Sheng Wenzhi withdrew his gaze and left alone.
Backlit, Sheng Wenzhi's figure was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and long legs. His walking posture had a masculine and neatness—the same kind of walking posture that Shang Yechu had imitated when she was playing a woman disguised as a man.
Shang Ye suddenly remembered what Li Yi had said: there are significant differences between men and women in their movements, especially in their gait.
It turns out that Li Yi had already figured it out.
No, it should be said that only Shang Yechu was confined by his past memories and completely ignored these ubiquitous details.
Shang Yechu suddenly quickened her pace and walked to the bed where Yongjuan had just lain down. She knelt down on one knee and buried her head in the soft mattress.
Shang Yechu took a deep breath in the mattress and suddenly slapped the top of her head hard.
"I'm so stupid!" Shang Yechu said bitterly.
Having witnessed the whole thing, 103 finally couldn't help but speak up: "Actually, you didn't have to do this... Memories can be deceiving."
It would have been better if he hadn't spoken; the moment he did, Shang Yechu immediately remembered this person.
"Did you already know that Sheng Wenzhi was a man?"
103 paused for a moment: "Yes."
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