But I saw that she was already steadily carrying the two large suitcases that looked heavy, and walking towards the ridge of the field step by step calmly.
Her steps were steady, and even though the dirt road beneath her feet was bumpy, she didn't look at all embarrassed.
Fu Zhewei's heart beat faster.
She came closer.
Getting closer.
He could even see her long eyelashes and her eyes, calm and peaceful, like autumn water.
She stopped in front of the brother and sister, her eyes first fixed on Fu Qingqing's covered mouth and struggling movements for a moment, then turned to him, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth.
"Hi." She spoke, her voice clear and cool, like a mountain spring. "Long time no see, Fu Zhewei, Qingqing."
Her tone was so calm that it seemed as if she was just greeting an ordinary old man.
Fu Zhewei's heart sank suddenly, and the inexplicable heat faded away in an instant.
He subconsciously released his hand that was covering Fu Qingqing.
Fu Qingqing was freed and immediately jumped away with a cry, rubbing her mouth which was hurt by being covered, and glared at her brother in dissatisfaction. The next second, all her attention was attracted to Lin Jianxue in front of her.
Fu Zhewei looked at the smiling Lin Jianxue in front of him, at her decency and cleanliness that seemed out of place here, then looked down at himself—his trouser legs stained with dirt and grass, his washed-out and patched coarse cloth jacket, and his frayed Liberation shoes…
Almost in a panic, he stretched out his hands, which had become rough from long-term farm work, and slapped the crumbs of steamed bread that had just fallen from his trouser legs.
My throat feels like it's blocked by something and is very dry.
He opened his mouth and managed to utter a few stiff syllables:
“…Lin Jianxue.”
"Sister Xiaoxue!"
Fu Qingqing didn't have as many complicated thoughts as her brother. As soon as she was released, she rushed to Lin Jianxue like a little cannonball, and took her arm affectionately and openly. She looked up at her beautiful little face and asked excitedly:
"Sister Xiaoxue, why are you here? Are you here to go to the countryside as well? Oh my God! How did you get assigned to our Shuguang Village?!"
A series of questions popped out of her mouth like jumping beans, with the liveliness and enthusiasm unique to a fifteen-year-old girl.
Lin Jianxue let her hold his arm, but her eyes never left Fu Zhawei's face.
Her eyes traced him carefully.
The Fu Zhewei in front of him seemed to be much thinner than the high-spirited young man in his memory. His cheeks were slightly sunken, but his deep and three-dimensional facial features appeared clearer and tougher, as if they were carved by a knife or an axe.
Her features were still delicate, but her dark eyes, which had always carried a hint of arrogance and aloofness, were now filled with complex emotions—shock, helplessness, and disbelief.
His skin... was the same as his sister's. Even in this windy and sun-baked northern border, it still had that cool, dark complexion that never got tanned. But at this moment, his fair neck and ears were covered with an unintentional blush.
【Fu Zhewei……】
A slight ripple appeared in Lin Jianxue's heart.
She thought of the man in her previous life who stood in front of her desolate grave, remained silent for a long time, and finally shed a single hot tear on her cold tombstone.
At that time, he was already a well-known figure in Kyoto, noble, aloof, and unattainable.
Who could have thought that such a man would shed a tear for her who was notorious and died of illness in a nursing home?
After living a new life, I saw him again at the age of 18. He was down and out, embarrassed, but he still couldn't hide the elegance that was deep in his bones.
Lin Jianxue collected her confused thoughts.
She looked at him, her eyes clear and serious, her voice a little softer than before:
"Fu Zhewei, hello."
【I am coming. 】
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