Chapter 26
If it were in the past, Wen Chu would try his best to help Song Youran get what he wanted, and then let him accept it.
But now, if Song Youran refused, Wen Chu would no longer care. This was true for the piano or anything else.
Wen Chu once longed to be strong, hoping to bring the whole world to Song Youran, and worked hard for it. Later, he found that Song Youran was not the person he wanted. The reason for his efforts disappeared, but he could no longer leave that busy road.
He seems to be on a road with a clear goal, but in fact he doesn't know what he wants.
He wanted to be neither a philanthropist nor an executioner.
He stood at the intersection, watching the people and cars come and go. Occasionally, Song Youran would bump into him, staggering like a baby unable to walk. He would support her when she was happy, and push her away when she was unhappy. He could rub salt into Song Youran's wounds, or wipe the sweat off her face...
Song Youran is so pitiful and yet so hateful;
He wanted to treat him well, but he also wanted to treat him badly.
If time could be turned back, if things known could be forgotten, if they could still get what they needed as before, if...
No ifs.
He insisted on calling Song Youran uncle, but the hugs between them had completely changed.
Not only did Song Youran not want to be his uncle, she also wanted to use him as a substitute.
He is not a replacement.
Song Youran changed fruit juice into vegetable juice, and then changed vegetable juice into milk.
Wen Chu refused them all and said, "I have an exam soon."
Song Youran rushed over and bit his lips, whispering softly, "One last time."
Wen Chu tilted his head and refused: "Let's play after the exam is over."
Song Youran didn't get what she wanted, so she immediately changed her expression and said with a half-smile, "Alright, alright, what's the big deal? I don't like you, I just want your body. No, I don't want your body either. I'm hungry and I won't choose anything. If there were any other options, I wouldn't choose you."
He left in a leisurely manner, and the glass bottle left on the edge of the desk fell down and shattered on the ground, with milky liquid flowing everywhere.
Wen Chu watched calmly, and when the milk was about to stain the soles of his shoes, he stood up, took the documents and left the study.
After finishing his work, he returned to the bedroom and found that Song Youran was not in bed again.
He needs a good sleep, and if Song Youran doesn't bother him before bed, she can be considered a good sleeping partner.
The next morning, Song Youran helped him comb his hair. He asked Song Youran, "Why didn't you sleep together last night?"
Song Youran said, "Don't you know you snore when you sleep? I never sleep well with you." He pointed at the dark circles under his eyes and said, "Look, this is all thanks to you."
He thought his memory was fine. Did Song Youran have dark circles under her eyes before this morning?
Every time Song Youran has panda eyes, isn’t it always after they sleep separately?
Song Youran was in a bad mood and threw the comb into the sink instead of putting it back on the dressing table. He limped away, leaving Wen Chu standing alone in front of the mirror.
Wen Chu changed into his school uniform and found Song Youran in the living room.
"I'm fine, let's go."
Song Youran slumped on the sofa, staring blankly into space. "I'm not leaving. You have morning self-study classes, and I don't have them. Ask the driver to take you there, and don't worry about me."
If we don’t leave together in the morning, will we come back together in the evening?
Wen Chu asked, and got Song Youran's answer:
"I have one less evening study period than you. By the time you finish class, I'll be back."
Wen Chu understood that this was Song Youran's new tactic, retreating to advance, but he would not be fooled again.
"In that case, do you want to have lunch together?"
Song Youran sat up angrily. "If you don't want to be together, fine. How can I force you to do it?"
Who doesn't want to be together?
Who is losing his temper?
Wen Chu opened the door of the apartment and heard the sound of a cane falling to the ground in the living room. He didn't look back. The time on his cell phone showed that if he didn't leave now, he would be late.
Song Youran's methods have evolved, and he has the potential to become a superman. He deliberately went to remove the plaster on Saturday just to get rid of Wen Chu.
Wen Chu was very unhappy with Song Youran's solo action. This unhappiness was manifested in his colder face and fewer words, but he himself was a cold-faced person who didn't talk much, so this change was equivalent to no change in him.
The one who really changed was Song Youran. He became silent, and even though his feet were free again, he couldn't smile again.
Wen Chu saw Song Youran sitting alone in the last row in the corridor, staring out the window. She looked absent-minded, as if she was not in the same dimension as the other people in the classroom.
The girl who was so beautiful that Song Youran could feel full even without eating was now circling around other boys.
Wen Chu seemed to be thinking about something. After most people in the classroom had left, he knocked on the back door.
"Do you want to go to dinner?"
Song Youran stood up, holding onto the desk. "Let's go."
His foot is still recovering and his walking movements are not smooth.
Wen Chu's gaze lingered on the top of Song Youran's head. He remembered Song Youran's shouting when she was in a wheelchair, and her fanatical obsession with height. If Song Youran knew that she had become shorter, would she be even more depressed?
He took Song Youran's hand and walked to the front to lead the way.
"Watch out for the steps, and walk slowly."
Song Youran looked down at the two people's clasped fingers, curled her lips, and said nothing.
Wen Chu asked Song Youran what she wanted to eat, took Song Youran to find a good seat, and then went to the window to get food.
Song Youran supported her chin and watched Wen Chulai going back and forth to serve food and get cutlery. The lake of her heart, which had finally returned to calm, began to ripple again.
Song Youran had no appetite, and Wen Chu also had no appetite. He put down his chopsticks and asked Song Youran if she had been heartbroken.
Song Youran was surprised, both amazed at Wen Chu's sensitivity and afraid that she might have misunderstood.
He looked across with a complicated expression: "How did you know?"
Wen Chu replied: "I saw the girl you like chatting enthusiastically with someone else."
Song Youran bit the chopsticks, not understanding why she should have such expectations for a piece of wood.
"Congratulations, you're completely screwed."
Mu Tou was puzzled: "What does it have to do with me?"
Song Youran forced a smile and said, "I don't like you at all. Are you sad?"
Wen Chu shook his head: "I don't like you either."
What he meant was very simple. He didn't like Song Youran, so whether Song Youran liked him or not was not important to him and it would not make him sad.
Song Youran gave him two thumbs up: "You are very good, really great."
Wen Chu guessed that this wasn't a nice thing to say, so he said it back to Song Youran: "You're also very good, very good."
Song Youran didn't get irritated like usual, but instead asked another question: "Do you think an ant can move an elephant?"
Wen Chu didn't want to fall into the trap and said, "I don't know."
Song Youran asked again, "Will you fall in love after you go to college?"
Is this another pit?
Wen Chu cautiously withdrew his foot. "It's hard to say what will happen in the future."
Song Youran let out a sigh, unable to tell for a moment whether Wen Chu in front of her was truly slick or pretending to be innocent.
But he probably also understood the meaning behind "I don't know" and "it's hard to say".
Everyone knows that an ant cannot move an elephant, but he insisted on trying it, and the result was naturally terrible.
He wanted the sun, so he shot it with an arrow, without thinking about the consequences - if the sun really fell, would he be able to reach out and catch the scorching heat that would burn him.
It was no use even if the elephant was his, he couldn't move it, let alone take it away.
Song Hongtao asked him, "Now that your mother is gone, what are you going to do?"
He didn't dare to think about it, because the road was made by walking, and he couldn't figure it out even if he thought about it.
He looked into the distance and saw the ball hit by Song Hongtao pass the sand trap and roll into the lawn.
Song Hongtao turned around and asked him, "Can you fight?"
He chose a lighter carbon club and hit the ball about two hundred meters, which was not a good result for a novice.
Song Hongtao smiled and said, "Not bad."
He returned the club to the caddy and followed Song Hongtao.
The green grass kissed the soles of his shoes. He thought that this large lawn should not be used for playing ball, but should be used to raise dogs, raise many dogs, and let them run and roll happily on the grass.
Song Hongtao continued to swing at the landing point: "The choice is yours, you can also choose not to sign."
He really didn't want to sign, but when the secretary tried to pull the contract out of his hand, his nails dragged a long mark on the paper.
He said, "I'll sign."
Song Hongtao looked at him with a smile: "Don't be too nervous, this is just a small ceremony."
As soon as he stepped off the cart, he pulled the contract from his pocket and tore it into pieces.
Xie Xueruo said that no one was willing to betray themselves, and he thought so, so he pieced together that little bit of dignity and pretended to be a man of steel, and no one could make him bow his head and surrender.
The less you have, the more you emphasize that you have it.
But the fig leaf still fell off, and his funny performance ended up making only himself laugh.
Wen Chu stood at the door of the guest bedroom and asked Song Youran, "Are you not going to sleep together anymore?"
Song Youran turned her head to look out the window, wondering when this endless night would end.
Song Youran said, "Before you cure your snoring."
Wen Chu left.
He turned on the recorder and placed it on the bedside, folded his hands on his abdomen, and closed his eyes.
The next day, Wen Chu charged the recorder and listened to the audio twice at double speed. There was no sound at all, so he did not snore.
Song Youran was full of lies.
Juice, no more.
Kiss, no more.
Hugs, no more.
The companionship of going in and out together is gone...
They lived under the same roof, without any eye contact or verbal conversation, like two strangers who met each other repeatedly.
Wen Chu went through an extremely long period of anxiety before the exam.
He didn't sleep in the examination room. After the last exam, he returned to the apartment and found that Song Youran was not waiting for him there.
Other students would celebrate after taking the exam, and he also wanted to celebrate, but with whom?
Did Song Youran go to her classmate’s house again?
Wen Chu didn't want to eat. After taking a shower, he fell on the bed and wrapped himself in a quilt to sleep.
I slept until noon the next day, but Song Youran was still not there. It seemed that he didn't come back, or he came back and left again.
No one helped Wen Chu comb his hair, so it took him two hours to tie it up.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Youran came back.
Wen Chu ran to the entrance and blocked him: "Where have you been?"
Song Youran rolled her eyes at Wen Chu. "I have to go to school today. Are you half asleep? Do you even know what day it is today?"
Wen Chu thought about it and didn’t want to be labeled as a “lazy pig”.
"I didn't sleep long. I got up in the morning."
Song Youran: "Haha."
He pulled the messy ponytail at the back of Wen Chu's head and said, "Fix your appearance before you lie. You haven't had time to comb your hair yet."
Wen Chu stroked the not-so-smooth hair on his head. "I combed it." He made a "V" sign. "It took two hours."
Song Youran was speechless. "What are you so proud of? The dog spent two hours combing his hair better than you."
He pulled Wen Chu in front of the mirror and stuffed a long-handled air-cushion comb into his hand. "Learn how to comb your hair today. If you don't learn, you're not allowed to sleep!"
Wen Chu's fingers probably had muscular dystrophy and he couldn't even hold a comb.
The comb fell into the sink. Wen Chu stared at Song Youran in the mirror and asked, "Why do you want to learn how to comb your hair?"
Song Youran untied the rope on the ponytail, and Wen Chu's long hair was loose, and her shoulders seemed to be gently embraced by a pair of outstretched black wings.
"If you don't want to learn how to comb your hair, go get your hair cut off."
Wen Chu said coldly: "No."
"If you don't cut it, and you don't know how to comb it, are you going to go out with a mess on your head every day?"
Wen Chu picked up the comb from the sink and placed it in Song Youran's hand: "Help me comb it."
"You wish."
Combing her tangled hair, Song Youran re-tied her ponytail and asked Wen Chu in the mirror, "See, it's actually very simple. Try it yourself."
"Help me comb my hair."
The person in the mirror is so stubborn that it makes you want to punch him.
"How many days can I help you comb your hair? When you get abroad, find a black girl to help you comb your hair!"
"Why should I go abroad to find black girls?"
"How should I know?"
Song Youran stuffed the comb back into Wen Chu's hands and asked, "Aren't you going abroad to study?"
Wen Chu said, "Going abroad? I'm not going abroad. I'm going to University A."
Song Youran was not happy: "It doesn't matter where you go. From now on, you go your way and I go mine. We won't interfere with each other."
Wen Chu turned around, faced Song Youran, and said, "Then I won't go to A University. I'll stay at No. 3 Middle School and accompany you through your senior year."
Song Youran frowned: "Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy."
Wen Chu seriously planned Song Youran's future: "I'll go to A University and wait for you, or I'll stay at No. 3 Middle School and accompany you to take the entrance exam for A University."
Song Youran stepped back: "...I won't pass the exam."
"Then which school can you get into? We can discuss it."
Wen Chu grabbed Song Youran's arm and pulled him closer. "Don't be too far away from me. I can't see your face clearly."
He is a little nearsighted and doesn't like wearing glasses because it's troublesome.
Song Youran said in despair, "I can't get into any school."
You are lying again.
Wen Chu held Song Youran's head and looked down into his eyes: "There's still a year left. I can help you."
Song Youran took a deep breath: "Do you really want to be with me?"
"Yes." Wen Chu answered as a matter of course, "I have always been trying to get us together."
Song Youran hugged Wen Chu's neck and bit his lips hard.
"I really lost to you."
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