Chapter 19
The weather forecast was accurate, it would be sunny on Sunday.
The three of them met at the go-kart park. Yang Xu liked to play with all kinds of cars.
After Wulala ran a lap, Yang Xu took off his helmet, shook his hair, and asked Wen Chu in the stands: "Senior, am I handsome?"
So shameless!
Song Youran complained in his heart that he should not have come earlier. He was not very good at playing this game. Not only was he slow, but he also kept bumping into the wall. He even suspected that Yang Xu had deliberately set the date here to embarrass him.
However, in the face of Yang Xu's showing off, Wen Chu actually nodded.
Yang Xu himself was caught off guard. The senior finally got the message. He was so excited that his tail was shaking like a propeller, "Senior, I'll change the car and take you for a ride."
Song Youran thought to herself, you are dreaming.
But when Yang Xu handed the helmet to Wen Chu, Wen Chu took it!
Caught it!!
Song Youran couldn't understand what was happening in front of her. When did Wen Chu become so easy to talk to?
He did not go on the court again, but sat in a chair, watching the two-person car on the track speeding away into the distance.
If one day Yang Xu gets what he wants——
Song Youran sneered, you thought you had embraced a beautiful woman, but in fact you had embraced a big block of ice. Even if you can really be together, you can't have her heart or body, and you can only be a widow.
What does it mean.
Yang Xu took Wen Chu to run three laps on the track. If Wen Chu hadn't pulled his clothes, he could have continued.
The two took off their helmets and went to the stands to look for Song Youran, but they didn't find her.
Yang Xu said, "Never mind him, Senior, I'll take you to dinner, and then we'll go to the movies."
Wen Chu called Song Youran, but Song Youran didn't answer.
Wen Chu said, "I want to go back."
He walked out with his cell phone in hand, constantly dialing Song Youran's number, and was indifferent to Yang Xu's attempts to keep her.
Yang Xu once again deeply realized that without Song Youran as a glue, Wen Chu would never play with him.
At the same time, Song Youran was so angry that his head was dizzy. Not to mention the ringing of the cell phone in his pocket, even Wei Qian, who was sitting opposite him, opened and closed her mouth, and he could hardly hear what she was saying.
Why is this happening?
Song Youran received a call from Wei Qian in the stands. Wei Qian was crying on the phone and said that there was a problem with her second brother's marriage.
Song Youran didn't understand. The betrothal money had already been given, so what else could go wrong?
Wei Qian said that the woman's side felt that the betrothal gift was too little and wanted to add another car.
Song Youran smiled and said, "If you don't want to get married, then don't get married. Tell your second brother that the next one will be better."
Wei Qian was unwilling: "My second brother is not young anymore. If he doesn't get married now, he will never get married in the future. Besides, he has been dating his girlfriend for almost five years. They have feelings for each other. We can't just break up."
Song Youran's temples throbbed. "Alright, if you want to get married, then go ahead. What are you talking to me about?"
Wei Qian hesitated: "You Ran, please help me again, one last time..."
Song Youran looked out at the winding track and said to the woman on the other end of the phone, "Wait for me at home. I'll be right there."
He lost his temper the moment he entered the room: "The woman is doing this on purpose. She asked for the house and the money, and now she wants the car. Is she sure your second brother can't let her go? Five years of relationship, is this how you play it?"
Wei Qian stammered, "This has nothing to do with my second brother's girlfriend. It's mainly because her parents are difficult to deal with. She feels sorry for my second brother, but she can't disobey her parents. There's nothing she can do."
Song Youran held her forehead with her hand. "You're great! You're even speaking well of her. You're so generous! Go buy her a car."
"You Ran, I'm just talking about the facts..."
"Shut up!"
Song Youran was so angry that her liver ached. She pushed open the balcony door and walked onto the terrace filled with flowers and plants.
As spring turns to summer, the sun should be getting warmer, so why are his limbs cold and his lips trembling?
This world is so fucked up! There are so many annoying people and things every day!
He turned and went back into the house. He looked around and didn't see Xie Dong. He asked, "Where's Dongdong?"
Wei Qian shrank back and sat on the rainbow-colored stool. "He's in his room watching cartoons."
Song Youran cursed, "You ungrateful little bastard."
Every time he came, Xie Dong hid in the room, scared to death of him.
Song Youran sat on the sofa and tried to stay calm. He was afraid that if he got angry again, the blood vessels in his brain would burst.
"I can't do anything about your second brother's problem. You should find a way to solve it yourself."
Wei Qian was anxious: "You Ran, just help me one more time. I won't default on my debt. I will pay you back."
Song Youran felt like she was about to explode, and thought that if she could pay back the money she owed him, she would help him again.
But in the end, he just gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I. Don't. Have. Money."
Wei Qian didn't believe it: "Song's is so powerful. They have put a lot of ads on TV. I saw it all. Besides, Sister Xue Rou used to work at Song's and her benefits were very good. I know you have money, but you just don't want to help me."
Song Youran had a splitting headache. Wei Qian was so annoying.
He tried to reason with her: "The Song family is the Song family, and I am me. Just because they are rich doesn't mean I am rich."
"You Ran, that's not what you said."
Wei Qian moved the small stool in front of Song Youran, looking smart as if she was giving him some advice.
"The Song family's money is yours. You can't just give away such a huge fortune to others just to prove yourself. It's not right... Besides, I'm in trouble now and need your help. The little money my second brother wants is nothing to you and your Song family. Even if you don't have it, you can ask your family for it. They will definitely give it to you..."
Song Youran couldn't hear Wei Qian talking, but she could guess her plan from her expression.
She wanted to throw the big leeches on her body onto him. Did she think he was a sucker?
Go ask the Song family for help?
Who should I ask for help from the Song family?
Wen Chu or Song Hongtao?
It would be better to let him die.
If she knew...
Oh, forget it.
Song Youran stood up. "What gives you confidence? The beautiful clothes you're wearing? The compliments from your family? Or Xie Dong's love for you?"
Wei Qian stopped talking, and her face showed embarrassment and helplessness.
"You know what kind of person you are. Don't think that you can become a superior person just because you have a few good days."
Wei Qian lowered her head, tears falling drop by drop onto the floor in front of her shoes.
"I know you don't like me because I gave birth to Dongdong..."
It was already midnight when Song Youran returned to the apartment.
Wen Chu was working in the living room when he heard a noise at the door. He closed his laptop and walked to the entrance.
Song Youran changed his shoes while holding onto the shoe cabinet. There were some grass scraps on his trouser legs, and his clothes had the smell of burning paper money.
Wen Chu followed him and asked, "Where did you go this afternoon?"
Song Youran went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and said, "I'm going to see my mom."
He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. After a while, the sound of running water could be heard from inside.
Wen Chu stood at the bathroom door and thought, it's not a festival, but Song Youran went to visit the grave. Something must have happened to him.
Song Youran squatted under the shower, burying her cheek in her arms.
After he left Wei Qian, he went directly to Xie Xueruo's grave.
"Mom, you have such bad taste. The men you like are not good, the women you like are not good, and the children you like are not good. You are so miserable."
"Mom, I can't raise your child. Wei Qian can, but she's too stupid, and her family is too greedy. She'll drag me down. I don't want to take care of her anymore."
"Mom, don't blame me. People are selfish."
"Mom, I don't want to be surnamed Song anymore."
Song Youran opened the bathroom door and was startled by Wen Chu who was blocking the door, "You..." are you sick!
He opened his mouth and smiled: "If you want to take a shower with me, just tell me. It's not like I won't let you in."
Wen Chu tried to find any signs of crying on Song Youran's face, but found no change in his eyes. He asked, "Are you okay?"
Song Youran glared at him: "What do you think?"
Wen Chu turned around and went to the living room to continue working.
Song Youran walked into the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, pulled the quilt all the way over her head, and bit her lip in the dark.
Sleep till dawn.
Song Youran woke up Wen Chu next to her and got out of bed to wash up first.
After Wen Chu came out of the bedroom, he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
The pre-made breakfast in the refrigerator was meat buns again. He took out two, put them in a steamer basket filled with water, put it in the microwave and set the timer.
Send a message to Auntie: Stop making meat buns.
My aunt may not have gotten up yet, so there was no response after I sent the message.
Song Youran looked at the time, put away her phone and went to the bathroom to help Wen Chu with his hair.
Facing the wind, Song Youran said to Wen Chu, who was sitting on the back seat of the e-donkey, "We'll eat when we get to school."
Wen Chu didn't listen and just kept chewing the meat bun.
The light was still green for a dozen seconds. Song Youran parked the car on the side of the road, put her feet on the ground, and turned to the person behind her with a cold sneer: "Eat, eat, eat, and fill your stomach with wind. You'll have a stomachache when the time comes."
Wen Chu finished the last bite of the bun, rolled up the plastic bag between his fingers and stuffed it into Song Youran's coat pocket.
Song Youran sighed, "You're treating me like a trash can."
Seeing that the light ahead was green again, I lifted my feet, turned the handlebars, and continued to move forward against the wind.
There is a flag-raising ceremony on Monday and everyone gathers in the playground.
When the group was disbanding, Song Youran spotted Luo Fei in the crowd, his arm around his younger brother's shoulder. He walked over and stood in front of the group, "Say what you just said again."
Luo Fei's chest felt tight, and he instantly recalled the pain of being stepped on by Song Youran. His eyes flickered and he avoided Song Youran's gaze: "We weren't talking just now."
Afraid Song Youran wouldn't believe him, he secretly pinched the younger brother beside him under his clothes. The younger brother was one of the deserters that day. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Yes, I didn't say anything."
Song Youran smiled and said, "Next time, I'll take you to a quiet place to wash your mouths."
The eldest brother and the younger brother didn't dare to breathe.
In the past two years, Song Youran has done many threatening things like this, and Wen Chu knew nothing about it.
Although Wen Chu didn't care about the rumors, Song Youran cared about them a lot.
He didn't know when it started, but Song Youran no longer looked like himself. He still held a rope in his hand, but the end was no longer tied to Wen Chu's neck, but his own.
After Xie Xueruo passed away, Song Youran understood one thing: in this world, he could not control anyone except himself.
Because of Wei Qiang's matter, Wei Qian took Xie Dong to her hometown.
Song Youran thought Wei Qian had finally figured it out. Her family was a bottomless pit that could never be filled, so she didn't pester him for money like she did in the past. Considering that she was sober-minded, Song Youran brought a few shopping cards given by others to give to her. However, no one came to open the door after she knocked.
Song Youran called Wei Qian.
Wei Qian mumbled and hesitated into the microphone, repeating herself over and over for a long time, ultimately summing up in two sentences:
First, Wei Qiang must get married;
Second, she must help.
Song Youran laughed angrily, "You can go wherever you want, but you took Xie Dong away. What's the point? Is he a member of your Wei family? You took him away without even saying hello. If anything goes wrong, can you take responsibility?"
Wei Qian felt aggrieved: "I told you I wanted to take Dongdong back home, but you wouldn't agree. You have to go to school and can't take care of him. I found a nanny for him before, and he made a fuss for several days. It hurt me too. Why bother?"
This woman appears to be submissive and obedient on the surface, but in fact she is stubborn and refuses to repent.
Song Youran didn't want to say anything more and made a decision directly: "I'll book your tickets now, and you can come back tonight."
Wei Qian: "I... don't want to go back."
"Okay," Song Youran agreed. "You don't have to come back. Just send Xie Dong to the plane. I'll pick him up when he arrives."
There was a moment of silence in the microphone, and both sides had their own thoughts.
After a long while, Song Youran added, "You don't have to come back anymore."
Wei Qian suddenly broke down, tears streaming down her face. "You Ran, why are you forcing me too?"
Song Youran felt that she was the first to complain, and said coldly, "I gave you a choice. Either you come back tonight, or you don't have to come back forever."
Wei Qian cried and said, "I will go back, whatever you say!"
Song Youran squatted at the door and felt for the key under the carpet.
This house is the only valuable thing left by Xie Xueruo.
Song Youran was lying on the sofa. When she woke up, Wen Chu's phone call had just ended.
The weather was getting hotter and the days longer. It was six o'clock and it was still light outside.
Song Youran called Wen Chu back home and told him, "I'm out and can't pick you up today. You go back by yourself."
Wen Chu's voice sounded flat and boring. "Where are you?"
Song Youran said, "My classmate's house."
Wen Chu: "Will you come back tonight?"
If the plane isn't delayed, it'll land around 10:00. He'll go to the airport to pick her up, but it'll definitely be late by then, and he'll still have to go to the apartment...
It's too much trouble.
Song Youran said, "I won't go back."
After thinking about it, he was worried about Wen Chu being alone, so he said in a commanding tone: "Don't run around at night, there are ghosts outside!"
Wen Chu: “Ha, ha.”
Song Youran was dissatisfied: "What are you laughing at? Did you hear that?"
Wen Chu: “Yeah.”
Later, Song Youran called Wei Qian, but the call was not connected to Wei Qian.
Song Youran comforted herself, thinking that maybe Wei Qian and Xie Dong were on their way to the airport. The surrounding environment was too noisy, and it was difficult to take care of a child, who wanted this and that and asked all sorts of questions. Wei Qian was busy and didn't hear the ringing of her cell phone.
Let's wait a little longer.
The plane took off, but Wei Qian and Xie Dong did not board the plane.
Song Youran turned her head to look at the glass door of the balcony. It was pitch black outside and she couldn't see anything.
That night was just like today, pitch dark.
Song Youran was woken up by the ringing, thinking it was an unimportant call.
When they arrived at the hospital, Xie Xueruo's body was already cold and lying in the morgue, a bloody mess.
In the dashcam, she was talking on the phone while driving and arguing with the other party. The car rushed under the overpass and was destroyed, killing everyone.
It was too sudden and he wasn't prepared.
Song Youran closed her eyes and when she opened them again, it was already dawn.
The cell phone lying on the coffee table started buzzing. Wei Qian finally called.
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