Chapter 29
A year later, Wei Qian and a man named Kong got married and moved out of Xie Xueruo's house.
The man is not from City A, and he wants to take Wei Qian back to his hometown to hold the wedding.
Wei Qian wanted to take Xie Dong away with her.
"You Ran, Dong Dong is also my child. Just let him go with me. I won't treat him unfairly."
Song Youran drove Xie Dong, who was peeking through the crack in the door, into the room and locked the door.
"He is a person, not an object, and cannot be traded!"
Wei Qian knelt on the ground: "You Ran, I beg you."
At this moment, Song Youran saw herself.
How incompetent and cowardly he is. He can do nothing but kneel down and beg for mercy.
"What are you doing? Get up!" He wanted to pull Wei Qian up, but Wei Qian pulled him down.
"You Ran, I can't live without Dong Dong, and Dong Dong can't live without me. You're not a mother, so you don't understand the feelings of a mother. He is my flesh and blood..."
Xie Dong banged on the door: "Mom, I want Mom..."
The door couldn't be opened, and the child's crying became weaker, "Mom, don't leave me... Wuuwu, Mom, don't leave Dongdong..."
Song Youran sighed helplessly.
The child sat on the ground at the door, his face covered with tears and snot. Song Youran restrained his kicking hands and feet.
"Isn't it good to stay with your brother? He can support you."
The child yelled angrily: "Bad brother! I hate bad brother!"
Song Youran turned around and looked at Wei Qian: "You are going back to your hometown to hold the wedding. It's not like you won't be coming back in the future. Why bring Dongdong with you to suffer?"
Wei Qian said: "We have made a plan. If the situation back home is good, we won't come back."
Song Youran buried her face in the child's fluffy cotton coat. "Do you really want to go with her?"
The child only had eyes for his mother. He looked at Wei Qian with eyes full of longing: "Mom! I want Mom, I want to go with Mom."
Song Youran let go of her hand, and Xie Dong immediately ran to Wei Qian. As Wei Qian bent down, he opened his arms and put them around her neck, nuzzling her shoulders affectionately. "Mom!"
Song Youran and Wei Qian helped Xie Dong pack his luggage.
"Be nice to him, and I will give you the living expenses on time every month."
Wei Qian opened the door and let the man named Kong in to move the luggage.
She hugged Xie Dong and said to Song Youran, "Dongdong is my child. Even if you don't give me money, I will still support him."
Xie Dong's head rested on Wei Qian's shoulder. Song Youran poked his face and asked, "Do you still remember your brother's phone number?"
Perhaps sensing the emotion of parting, Xie Dong lost his previous energy to resist and nodded listlessly, "I remember."
Song Youran: "Recite it once."
After Xie Dong finished reciting, Song Youran ruffled his hair and said, "If you want to come back, just call me, okay?"
"I know." Xie Dong said, and buried his face in Wei Qian's arms as if he didn't want to see Song Youran again.
Song Youran sighed and said to Wei Qian, "Remember, he is your son. If you regret it, just ask me to pick him up." Don't throw him away.
Wei Qian hugged Xie Dong tightly: "I won't regret it."
People are always good at bragging. Song Youran hoped that Wei Qian wasn't lying.
When the white jasmine flowers on the tree bloomed, Song Youran saw Xie Dong off at the train station.
Xie Dong, the strong young man, did not cry or make a fuss when Wei Qian held his hand. He waved goodbye to Song Youran quietly.
What a heartless guy!
Song Youran went to burn paper for Xie Xueruo again: "You are in heaven, please bless your son and keep him healthy and safe, and keep him happy."
After burning it, go to the grave of Xie Dong’s short-lived father.
"You must behave yourself in the underworld and don't create karma for your descendants, otherwise I won't even light incense for you next time."
With less than a hundred yuan, he bought tens of billions of dollars with just a lot of cash.
As Song Youran cooked, she looked at him with envy: "I'll never make this much money in my lifetime."
Money is important, but it is not everything in life; the same goes for love.
Wen Chu found the school, but Song Youran ignored him and treated him as a invisible person.
The dormitory manager was too old and couldn't tell that Wen Chu was a half-social person, so he let him into the dormitory building.
The roommates craned their necks to look at the dormitory door: "Wow, it's the senior."
Wen Chu was pulled in by his enthusiastic roommates, asked to sit on a chair, and asked about his well-being.
"Senior, drink some water."
"Are you hot, Senior? Let me fan you."
"Senior, your hair is so long, can I touch it?"
Song Youran came in from the balcony, pushed through the circle of people in the aisle, picked up her knee pads and left the dormitory.
Wen Chu ignored the attempts of his junior classmates to keep him and caught up with Song Youran.
Standing on the playground, even breathing felt hot. Wen Chu risked his life to accompany the gentleman, following Song Youran as they ran around the playground, but he couldn't run any further.
He was a delicate young lady, and running around the playground at the speed Song Youran was running at was enough to destroy his will. His feet felt weak, he was wobbling, and he was about to fall.
Song Youran didn't want to look at him, but she couldn't help it. The more she looked, the more her brows furrowed. Her steps lost their balance and she fell forward.
Song Youran was gasping for breath while supporting herself on the track with her hands. Fortunately, she was wearing knee pads, otherwise she would have been injured again.
Wen Chu rushed over to help him: "Uncle, are you okay?"
Song Youran pushed Wen Chu's hand away, without even looking at him, she stood up, shook her arms, and continued running forward.
Wen Chu chased after him for two steps, then gave up with a heavy breath: "Uncle, I'll come find you again when you calm down."
In Wen Chu's impression, Song Youran's temper came and went quickly, so later he went to the school to look for Song Youran, but was devastated when he returned empty-handed. Song Youran saw everything except him.
Something was different. He could feel it, but he couldn't figure it out.
Song Youran took the provincial exam, but didn't perform very well.
That day, Song Youran was sitting alone on the playground. The sun was scorching and his whole body was greasy.
Wen Chu was standing under a nearby tree, almost exhausted. He answered a phone call, took a last look at Song Youran, and turned to leave.
Song Hongtao asked Wen Chu: "Do you want people, or do you want to win?"
Wen Chu dropped the pen he was using to calculate: "I want to win!"
After a while, he fell on the desk with his head in his hands, "I want someone... No, I want both of them!"
Song Hongtao smiled and shook his head: "Grandpa can help you."
Wen Chu picked up the pen again and wrote and drew on the paper: "Grandpa's method is not suitable for me."
Song Hongtao said: "There is only one way to deal with human hearts."
Wen Chu still refused.
Song Hongtao didn't understand him. What he wanted was a living Song Youran, not a butterfly nailed in a specimen holder.
Wen Chu drafted a new contract and made all the necessary preparations. After Song Youran finished his last exam, he greeted him outside the examination room.
No matter how you do on the test, it's best to relax afterward.
Wen Chu helped Song Youran carry her backpack. "Uncle, are you tired? Let's go eat."
He took Song Youran to the villa where they grew up together and where they had many shared memories.
The dishes on the table were all Song Youran's favorites. Song Youran was not restrained and pointed her chopsticks wherever she wanted. Wen Chu thought this was a good start.
After the meal, people feel relaxed and can talk about cooperation.
Wen Chu took out a new contract, which was the most demanding contract he had ever drafted. Party A would lose all their money, but Party B would make a fortune. Song Youran had absolutely no reason to refuse.
But Song Youran smiled and tore up the contract.
"Uncle, why?"
Can’t Song Youran see the sincerity that Wen Chu is showing?
He remembered that when they were little, Song Youran rejected him again and again. Every time he faced Song Youran, he didn't know what to do and couldn't find a way out.
Song Youran's problem was the hardest problem he had ever solved.
"What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Song Youran muttered to himself, looking around the room. It was the same room as it had been ten years ago, nothing had changed. It was in this room that he cried bitterly from hunger, in this room that he received the news of Xie Xueruo's death, in this room that he embraced the warm light, in this room that he laughed heartily...
He spent the best and saddest time of his life here.
He asked Wen Chu, "Can I have anything I want?"
Wen Chu's eyes left the scraps of paper on the ground, and he said sincerely, "Uncle, I will do my best. You can have whatever you want."
As long as you take off your wings and come back to me.
Song Youran's hand touched Wen Chu's heart: "I want you."
The cunning businessman hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "What do you want me to do for you?"
Song Youran's eyes were calm. He had come to terms with reality, knowing he couldn't get what he wanted. So, he was no longer shy about expressing his desires: "I want you. I want you to belong to me."
Wen Chu reacted quickly. He immediately hugged Song Youran and whispered irrelevant words in her ear.
"Uncle, let's move back to the villa. When summer vacation starts, the school won't let us live there anymore. Can we find a decent house near University A?"
He pointed out Song Youran's predicament and then hinted that he was Song Youran's solution. He kissed Song Youran, just as Song Youran had kissed him before.
His kiss was so light, without a trace of warmth, and it made Song Youran feel cold all over.
Song Youran pushed him away: "Don't touch me!"
Wen Chu sat on the ground and looked up at Song Youran.
Song Youran opened his mouth slightly, his chest heaving violently, his eyes red, like a fish dying out of water.
He noticed Song Youran's pants under his clothes, and touched the place where they were beginning to take shape. "Uncle, your toys are not obedient either."
Song Youran felt like a shameful clown.
Wen Chu, with messy hair and a bitter mouth, crawled out from the thin blanket and leaned over to kiss Song Youran on the mouth.
Song Youran pushed Wen Chu's chest away with her hand, bent her knees and touched Wen Chu's calm body: "It doesn't like me."
Wen Chu said, "I can drink juice."
Song Youran smiled, and a tear fell from her eyes.
"Drinking juice is the wrong thing to do. When you meet the right person, you can stand at attention without drinking juice."
The tear fell into Wen Chu's open palm. He seemed unable to bear it. His palm dropped and his forehead rested weakly on Song Youran's shoulder: "Uncle?"
It was so hot, hitting his heart like a drop of magma.
"Stop crying, okay?"
He begged Song Youran, but Song Youran's shoulders were trembling and he couldn't suppress it, so he had to tilt his head back and kiss Song Youran's chin again.
Those tears that slid down my chin were bitter and salty.
"Don't cry, uncle, don't cry."
He finally saw Song Youran's tears, but he would rather not see them.
Song Youran cried and said, "The right person is not me."
The cruel reality makes people feel filled with grievances.
Wen Chu said, "I will help you."
Song Youran's tears fell on Wen Chu's fingers, lips, and heart. He wiped them again and again, kissed her again and again, and hugged her again and again, but it was all useless.
Why does Song Youran have so many tears? Is he trying to drain all the water from his body?
"Uncle, tell me what you want."
Reason told Song Youran not to cry and not to expose her weakness, but another voice in her heart was roaring angrily: Don’t I even have the freedom to cry?
People can’t even control themselves, let alone control others?
Song Youran suppressed her tears and said, "I'm going to find my princess."
Wen Chu hugged him tightly: "You are lying."
"I'm not lying to you, I really have a girl I like very much."
Wen Chu let go of Song Youran: "I'll help you."
"You have to do this kind of thing yourself, you can't ask others for help."
Wen Chu insisted: "I'll help you. You don't have to go out and look for her. I can bring her to you."
Song Youran turned her head away from Wen Chu's kiss: "I don't want your help. You don't understand."
Wen Chu closed his eyes, collapsed on the bed, and buried his face in the pillow. After a while, he opened his arms and hugged Song Youran again: "Uncle, can we talk tomorrow?"
Song Youran stroked Wen Chu's half-closed eyes and asked, "Are you sleepy?"
So, Wen Chu yawned: "Yeah."
He curled up his arms and legs, filling Song Youran's embrace completely, and whispered softly, "Just sleep like this tonight, and take a shower tomorrow."
Song Youran hugged him tightly and gently kissed his closed eyes: "I hope you can get what you want."
Wen Chuxiang thought, I will.
The sunlight sprinkled on the bed sheets, illuminating the spread long hair. The long eyelashes trembled and slowly opened, and the dark pupils were lit up bit by bit by the light.
The seat next to him was empty, Wen Chu reached out and touched the sheets - they were cold and lifeless.
He sat up and the thin blanket fell off his body: "Uncle!"
There was no one else in the room except him.
He rolled over and got out of bed, his hair slipping from his shoulders and falling beside his face. He glanced sideways, reached out and picked up a strand, his eyes widened, and then he smoothed all the hair back to his chest.
"uncle--"
In a panic, he bumped into the door, and his bare feet left a trail of blood on the floor.
There was a large piece of broken glass on the floor of the bedroom. It was the spherical table lamp that was originally placed on the bedside table.
He ran downstairs, ignoring the servants' cries, and pushed open the door to the yard.
The stone slabs in the early morning were stained with cold dew, and the tips of the green grass were poking the soles of his feet. He stood under the tree and searched inch by inch.
The dense leaves can hide the bird's body, but they cannot hide the huge human figure.
No, no, no!
Near the fence, apricot-colored flowers bent the slender branches of roses.
Will Juliet bloom?
The goldfish in the tank disappeared, and a turtle swam to the surface, pushing aside the duckweed, revealing its dark head. Wen Chu's turning movement startled it, and it suddenly retracted its neck and sank to the bottom of the water.
"uncle!"
"uncle?"
The servant said, "You Ran left by car last night."
Wen Chu couldn't hear anything. His world was empty except for the disappeared Song Youran.
He was like a gust of wind, sweeping from downstairs to upstairs, and then from upstairs to downstairs.
He opened every door and ravaged every room. He was under the bed, in the closet, under the table... he even opened a candy box.
"uncle?"
Song Youran is missing.
He couldn't find Song Youran.
He fell to the ground exhausted, curled up like a shrimp, and refused to be touched by anyone.
Song Hongtao squatted beside him: "Do you want to go find him?"
"I lost." He stared into space and said.
He pulled the driver out of the car, got into the driver's seat, and drove all the way to Xinhua Road.
The noise of the door being smashed disturbed the neighbor next door, and the middle-aged woman hiding behind the door told him: "The family has moved away."
Had Song Youran planned this all along? Was she planning to completely withdraw from his world?
He asked woodenly, "Will they come back?"
"How would I know?" the woman closed the door.
He remembered Song Youran telling him that children were troublesome, and while complaining about them, he bought a lot of things online.
"You have no idea how expensive children are."
Song Youran whispered mysteriously into his ear, "I'll take you to see that money-eating beast when I get a chance, while my mother is away."
Then, Song Youran lost her mother.
He parked his car downstairs of the apartment building. He knew Song Youran wouldn't be there, but he still wanted to go up and take a look.
The furnishings in the room remained the same, except that there were fewer clothes in the closet.
He climbed onto the small bed in the guest bedroom, holding his pillow, and with his eyes closed, he kept saying, "Uncle, uncle..."
I can give you whatever you want.
He buried his face in the pillow and said, "I can give you my heart too."
I lost.
Lost.
Lost...
He saw two ends of the scale: a bloody heart on one side and an empty tray tilted high on the other.
He had no choice.
He dressed neatly and went to Song's, where Song Hongtao was waiting for him in the office.
"Do you want to change your hairstyle?"
The old man who once made him look up with difficulty now leans on a cane, and he needs to lower his head to look at him.
"No."
He walked to the huge glass curtain wall. Under the tall building, all living beings looked as small as ants.
He said: "I'm used to it, and so are the people around me. It's better to be quiet than to move."
His hair was cut by Song Youran, and the waist-length hair now only reaches his shoulder blades.
Song Youran's hair cutting skills are extremely poor, and the cut ends of the hair are jagged.
He understood what Song Youran meant. Song Youran had helped him take care of his hair over the years, and it was only right that she deserved half the credit.
So, Song Youran took away half of his hair.
Song Youran only takes what she deserves, neither taking advantage nor wanting to suffer any loss.
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