Chapter 67: Has this cabinet been sold or not?
The counselor quickly finished the process, took the name list, and left the classroom.
Li Yuan quickly went over, but his foot slipped and he almost fell between the two of them. Cui Mingying grabbed his forearm and pulled him up.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I almost jumped into Tongtong's arms."
“Tongtong didn’t go back to the dorm yesterday either, I only remembered this morning,” Li Yuan looked at Ji Tong, “Tongtong, did Brother Lin assign dorms? Where are they?”
"It seems to be on the 6th floor?" Ji Tong turned to ask Gu Lin, "603 or 604?"
Gu Lin: "603".
Li Yuan had never considered the option of the two of them living separately, so he immediately said, "Tongtong, do you want to move to the sixth floor? Or should Lin move to the fourth floor? Or I can go stay in A Liang's dorm next door, they still have empty seats."
Ji Tong shook her head: "No need, I've already applied for overnight accommodation."
Li Yuan: "Still living on the peninsula?"
Ji Tong: "Mm."
As soon as Ji Tong finished speaking, many people in the front row who also intended to stay overnight turned around.
They know the rental prices on the peninsula, but they'll probably only rent single rooms, unlike Ji Tong who rents entire apartments.
"Tongtong, are you and Lin still renting the same place?" someone asked.
Ji Tong blinked and said calmly, "It's not considered rent."
Several people: "...?"
"
Ji Tong told the truth: "I just finished the house sale contract a few days ago."
The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Li Yuan was a little confused: "When was it signed?"
Ji Tong: "On the tenth day of the month."
The tenth day of the month...
Li Yuan clapped his hands: "So on the tenth day of the first lunar month, when you celebrated your belated birthday, you said you went to sign a birthday gift and came back to find out that you signed a house purchase contract?"
Ji Tong put the tablet down: "Mm."
The people in the front row looked up at the sky helplessly: "That's great, I want a house for my birthday too."
Me too.
A boy asked curiously, "How much does an apartment in the Peninsula cost now?"
Ji Tong was putting the tablet into her backpack when she heard this, paused, and turned to look at Gu Lin: "How much?"
Gu Lin gave a number, which was quite accurate.
The boy laughed immediately: "Tongtong, you didn't even look at the price when you paid? You even asked Brother Lin. Anyone who didn't know better would think Brother Lin bought it, haha."
Ji Tong: "He bought it."
The classroom became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
This time, the duration was longer and more prolonged than before, until—
"I'm sorry, I've been presumptuous and accidentally entered the Tianjia channel."
"What class do I have later? My blood sugar is a little low, but my blood pressure is high. I need to order something to eat first to calm down."
"Young Master, the coupon has only increased to 6 yuan."
"Then let's do it the same way, have a meal together. By the way, if it's over 9.5, we don't need to, we don't have enough cash flow."
Laughter broke out in the classroom again, but the group of insiders who had caught the affair in the act that night were terrified.
The preparatory bell rang, and Ji Tong's phone also rang once.
He opened it and saw it was a private message from Li Yuan.
I shared a link to an article.
[A Yuan: [Why it's not advisable to show too much affection in public] Link]
Ji Tong paused for two seconds, then typed.
[JT: Showing off affection? Who?]
Li Yuan: "…………"
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As winter fades, the calendar turns to February, bringing the Awakening of Insects and the first weekend after the start of the new school term.
"Grandpa has picked the first batch of asparagus and toon leaves from his garden. He'll send them to Haiyuan tomorrow. I have to go back for dinner," Ji Tong said.
Gu Lin took off his glasses and put the laptop on the coffee table: "Okay, when are you going back?"
Ji Tong leaned against him: "Let's do it tomorrow at noon. My uncle will come to pick me up."
When will you be back?
"Probably around noon or afternoon the day after tomorrow."
Gu Lin remained silent.
Ji Tong looked at him for a while, then straddled him, not pressing too close, but sitting on Gu Lin's thighs near his knees, with her feet on the carpet under the sofa.
Ji Tong didn't say anything either.
She had originally intended to ask if he wanted to go home for dinner with her, but looking into Gu Lin's eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
If you're going to take him back, then take him back openly and honestly.
Not a high school classmate, not a college classmate, and not a roommate—the kind of person you bring back.
"Wait for me to come back," Ji Tong kissed Gu Lin's cheek. "Soon."
Gu Lin bit his chin: "You kissed the wrong spot, kiss me again."
Ji Tong let out a few laughs, cupped his face, and pecked him on the corner of his lips.
"My boyfriend is so hard to please."
"Mmm." The boyfriend, who was difficult to please, responded with a soft "Mmm," and then picked her up in that position and carried her to the bathroom to help her wash up.
The following day, Song Zhenshu picked up the person on time and returned to Haiyuan.
Song Jiahe's art exhibition hasn't ended yet, so he hasn't returned, but everyone else seems to be there.
Ji Tong's aunt's daughter, who was also Gu Lin's cousin who brought him the scar removal cream, was also there, and she called Song Zhenshu "uncle" along with Ji Tong.
"Uncle, why have you been staying in Anjing for so long this year?" my cousin asked.
Song Zhenshu scooped a bowl of ginkgo nuts and stir-fried asparagus: "I'm getting old and can't run anymore. I'll stay in Anjing and help my grandfather raise horses and grow asparagus."
Grandpa Ji smiled so broadly his eyes disappeared: "That's great, you can live with Grandpa from now on, Grandpa will take care of you."
Ji Tong sat next to Song Zhenshu and, upon hearing this, placed a piece of braised pork with black truffle on Song Zhenshu's plate.
Offering unsolicited favors, Song Zhenshu looked at him and asked, "What's up?"
"Uncle," Ji Tong unconsciously pressed her forearm against Song Zhenshu, like a baby bird snuggling against him, "Are you really not going out?"
Song Zhenshu's heart softened: "There are no plans for the time being."
Song Zhenshu used to not believe that people could undergo such a dramatic change in an instant.
Two months ago, his plan was to go back to Anjing for an early Lunar New Year, and after the New Year, to avoid the freezing cold of February, he would go to a corner café in the old town of Seville, Spain, to eat churros dipped in hot chocolate, or to Menton in the south of France for the Lemon Festival.
But now, he's sitting here eating braised pork with black truffle that his nephew put on his plate.
Song Zhenshu didn't know which had more "meaning," but at least for now, he wanted to stay here.
"No, Uncle," my cousin said, "You don't know, my classmate loves seeing your WeChat Moments where you travel all over the world. She says you're elegant and powerful, and every time she sees it, it's all 'wooowee'!"
Song Zhenshu: "You're using me as a source of amusement to observe biodiversity, aren't you?"
Cousin: "No way, this is called appreciating art together."
"Besides my uncle's photos, I occasionally show them photos of Tongtong, and they love to see them."
"They said Tongtong looks like you."
"But when they look at your photos, they're 'wooowee,' but when they look at Tongtong's photos, they're 'hooolybebe'!"
"They say you're elegant, and that Tongtong is a 'work of art'."
Grandpa Ji: "Artwork? What do you mean?"
"It just means she looks good. And some upperclassmen and underclassmen have asked me for Tongtong's WeChat, but I haven't given it to them," the older cousin said, propping her hand on the table and looking at Ji Tong. "Seriously, Tongtong, a friend of mine has a younger sister who goes to the school next door. She's also a freshman. I think you two are a good match in every way. How about..."
"don't want."
"I'm not asking you to date, but getting to know each other and becoming friends is fine too, I think..."
“No,” Ji Tong said calmly, taking a sip of soup. “I have a boyfriend. We’re dating, and our relationship is very stable. We’re going to get married.”
With a "bang," Song Zhenshu's ceramic spoon fell back into the bowl.
Everyone at the table looked towards Ji Tong's position, and even the sounds from the kitchen ceased.
Ji Yuanfeng was the first to come to his senses, so shocked he seemed to have been struck by lightning: "Wh-when did you talk about this?"
Ji Tong: "About two months."
On the table: "..."
Others date for two years and still don't dare to say they want to get married, but you say you want to get married after only two months?
"Is he a classmate?" Grandpa Ji asked.
"Um."
“…That’s good,” Ji Yuanfeng scooped a spoonful of pine nut and pumpkin stew for his son. “We’ve only known each other for a little over a semester, no rush, let’s get to know each other first.”
"No, we've known each other for three years."
"Weren't you classmates? How come you've known each other for three years?"
Ji Tong: "They were high school classmates."
In March, the air was still chilly, but Ji Yuanfeng managed to break a sweat and kept saying, "It's fine."
"Does Mom know?" Ji Yuanfeng asked again.
Ji Tong shook his head and put down his bowl: "Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt and Uncle are all here, and I want to say something."
Song Zhenshu pressed down on Ji Tong's hand under the table and shook his head.
Ji Tong patted his uncle's hand twice to indicate that he was alright.
Grandpa Ji: "Don't worry, I'll take care of anything that happens."
"As long as you are happy and you are happy, Grandpa and Grandma will be happy."
Seeing Ji Tong's expression, Grandma said softly, "Are you worried about our family's financial situation? Tell her that we are not the kind of old-fashioned people who care about social status."
“No,” Ji Tong said, “their family situation is similar to ours.”
Ji Yuanfeng fell into deep thought.
Their family's financial situation is not common, not only in No. 1 Middle School, but even in the entire Anjing area.
Among my son's high school classmates, there was one whose family background was similar to theirs... but she wasn't a girl.
Ji Yuanfeng has always prided himself on never missing a moment of his son's growth, but today he was stunned.
My wife is away again.
Ji Tong put down everything she was holding, took a tissue, glanced at her grandparents, then at Ji Yuanfeng: "Dad, if..."
Song Zhenshu closed his eyes and leaned back on the bench.
Ji Tong stared at Ji Yuanfeng with those eyes that looked so much like Song Jiahe's: "If I told you that I wouldn't have any children in the future, would you still love me?"
Song Zhenshu: "..."
For a moment, Ji Yuanfeng felt as if his heart had stopped.
“Of course,” Ji Yuanfeng said, not knowing what he had done wrong to make his son, whom he had cherished for so many years, have such thoughts. “Mom and Dad love you without any conditions.”
“What are you saying?” said Grandpa Ji. “Even if you turned into a miniature horse, Grandpa would still love you, let alone if you didn’t have any children.”
"Tongtong," the most perceptive auntie went through everything, pulled her shawl tighter, and asked gently and reassuringly, "Is it because the one you love... can't have children?"
Even though objective factors meant they wouldn't have children, Ji Tong didn't want Gu Lin to be misunderstood, so she silently shook her head: "It's my problem."
My cousin's voice suddenly rose: "Tongtong, you can't have children?"
The minds of everyone at the table were buzzing, except for Song Zhenshu, who was looking up at the ceiling.
Ji Tong didn't answer, but only said one last thing to Ji Yuanfeng—
"Dad, I like him, please help me."
This statement was highly ambiguous. If Ji Tong hadn't mentioned beforehand that "they are in talks and the relationship is very stable," everyone at the table would have thought that Ji Tong was asking his family to "forcefully take" the woman away from him.
Secretary Song Zhen didn't know how the meal ended, only that he felt unsteady on his feet when he went upstairs.
Was this cabinet shipped out or not?
Song Zhenshu soaked in the bathtub for nearly half an hour before he could barely regain his energy.
As soon as I came out, the phone on the coffee table lit up.
There were 3 missed calls, all from Germany.
Song Zhenshu's hair was still wet. He put down the towel he was using to dry his hair and called back.
The other end answered quickly, but the voice was accompanied by crackling static.
Junk signal.
Song Zhenshu's ears were pierced by the static, and his already limited energy was almost completely depleted. He simply moved the phone away, turned on speakerphone, placed it on the table, and answered the call while drying his hair.
"Hey... I can hear you... Damn... It's happening again. Wait a minute, I'll talk to you after I leave the hospital."
Upon hearing the word "hospital," Song Zhenshu asked, "What are you doing at the hospital?"
There was no answer from the other side, only the sound of someone running around.
After about three minutes, the signal was finally restored.
"Hello? Pillow Book? Can you hear me?"
Song Zhenshu dried his hair: "I can hear you."
A friend asked, "Still in Ankyoreh?"
Song Zhenshu: "Hmm."
Friend: "When are you going out again?"
Song Zhenshu: "I don't know, I don't have any plans for now. I'll stay in Anjing for a while."
"What did you just say about a hospital? What are you going to the hospital for?" Song Zhenshu asked.
“That acquisition dragged on for half a month. My head was aching and I couldn’t sleep at night, so I came to Anton to get two sleeping pills.”
"You can't sleep?"
"So Anton didn't give me a ride."
Song Zhenshu laughed: "Keep your phone away from you, and turn on airplane mode before you go to bed at night. Don't go to bed whenever someone calls you, or you'll fall asleep."
Friend: "Anton didn't give me a license, but they gave one to someone else."
"What, you want to steal someone else's medicine? Have some shame, I don't want to go to the German police station to bail you out."
“Seriously,” his friend said, his voice becoming more serious, “you know the person Anton prescribed the medication for.”
"who?"
Her friend paused for a moment: "Do you remember the last time you asked me to help you look up information about the Gu family?"
“When I was helping Anton look for his driver’s license, I found a medical record in the drawer with the Chinese characters ‘顾临’ written in the upper right corner.”
"The most recent medical record is from more than two weeks ago."
My friend paused again.
"You should know what kind of doctor Anton is, right?"
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"Uncle Kang, do you have any other plans for tomorrow? I need to go back to my apartment... Oh? Did my uncle say he'd take me back to the peninsula tomorrow?"
“He didn’t tell me. Okay, I’ll go ask him.”
Ji Tong hung up the phone with Uncle Kang and walked to Song Zhenshu's room in her slippers.
Before I even reached the door, I saw that it was ajar.
Ji Tong walked over and raised her hand to knock on the door when a male voice with a static-like tone, typical of telephone conversations, came through the crack in the door—
"Gu Lin's medical records show that he has sleep disorders and mild anxiety somatization."
"It seems to have been around February or March of last year."
Ji Tong seemed frozen in ice.
I can't move at all.
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