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Qinglan did not know that Yuanqiu University and Lu Chenyu were classmates. She not only knew that Lin Xi and Lu Chenyu were a couple, but she also knew that Lin Xi, Qinglan, and An Shaojie attended the same university, and that Lin Xi and An Shaojie had already been in contact with each other.
Here’s how it happened.
Because Lu Chenyu was handsome, skilled in chess, music, calligraphy, and painting, came from a good family background, and was well-cultured, he naturally became the prince charming that every girl in Xiang Yuanqiu's college pursued. His every move and smile became the focus of discussion among the girls in the college. However, despite many beautiful and talented girls liking him, he remained indifferent.
After much investigation by various girls, it was discovered that Lu Chenyu had someone he cared for—Lin Xi, who was studying far away in Beijing City. His deep affection for Lin Xi and their love story from high school, filled with various encounters that led to their romance, had become well-known among every girl in the college through rumors and gossip.
Thus, Xiang Yuanqiu naturally knew about Lin Xi. Coincidentally, Lin Xi was the same Lin Mei Mei that An Shaojie liked.
Moreover, the current Lin Mei Mei was studying at the same school as An Shaojie.
When Xiang Yuanqiu learned this news, she felt an unprecedented thrill and joy within her. She thought that perhaps she would never be able to win An Shaojie’s heart, but she seemed to foresee that she could ensure Qinglan would never have him either.
She knew that Lu Chenyu had been to Beijing and learned that after his trip there, he returned feeling unhappy and even more melancholic than before.
Later, she found out that during his visit to Beijing, Lu Chenyu had not only seen Lin Xi but also An Shaojie, who had always been by her side.
It turned out that An Shaojie was indeed a thorn in Lu Chenyu's heart!
From the day he sat next to Lin Xi in class, he often heard her mention the name "An Shaojie," which was always associated with many beautiful childhood memories of hers.
On his last trip to Beijing, he went with great excitement, carrying six months' worth of longing. However, he did not get much time alone with Lin Xi; An Shaojie was always between them.
Although Lin Xi repeatedly explained that her relationship with An Shaojie was merely one of childhood friends—she regarded him as an older brother or even like a real brother—Lu Chenyu could clearly read feelings of affection in An Shaojie's eyes.
Yes, although Lin Xi's eyes were clear, there was something more...
After returning to the Provincial Capital, Lu Chenyu had been feeling downcast, even a bit hesitant and indecisive. He pondered over his love in front of him, his future life, and the direction of his life...
He was constantly thinking, struggling, and fighting with himself.
Since coming back from Beijing, Lu Chenyu's behavior had caught Xiang Yuanqiu's attention. She learned from various sources that Lu Chenyu had gone to Beijing to see his girlfriend Lin Xi, but surprisingly, Lin Xi had a childhood friend, An Shaojie, by her side.
This news was exhilarating for Xiang Yuanqiu.
Many plans and ideas began to swirl in her mind.
Her first step was to come to Qinglan.
Qinglan and An Shaojie were both childhood companions who grew up playing with Lin Xi. If Lin Xi had reconnected with An Shaojie, then she should also have some connection with Qinglan.
However, things turned out unexpectedly. As Xiang Yuanqiu had anticipated, Lin Xi indeed did not have any contact with Qinglan.
From this, Xiang Yuanqiu concluded that Lin Xi and An Shaojie were likely together or had the potential to be together. It seemed that all these years, An Shaojie still liked Lin Xi and not Qinglan.
After learning that Lin Xi had no connection with Qinglan, Xiang Yuanqiu lost interest in staying at Qinglan's house for long. After returning from Lin Xi's home to Qinglan's house, she sat for a while before heading home.
That evening.
The winter in the mountain village is particularly cold, especially after dusk, resembling an ice cellar. Qinglan's family gathers around the stove, and with the New Year approaching in just a few days, there has been no news from Liu Jiawei. The family's mood is not good; there is a sense of the New Year in the air, but no joy.
Moreover, with Liu Dezhou's health deteriorating, the low moans from upstairs reach them downstairs, making Qinglan and the others feel uneasy as they sit by the bright stove.
"Father's situation will either resolve before or after the New Year," Liu Xiuzhen said to Grandma, "The cries grow more frequent each day, yet he grows weaker."
Liu Dezhou is the oldest in Liu Family Village, over eighty years old, so even if he were to pass away, they could accept this fact calmly.
When Liu Xiuzhen discusses this topic, there is no hesitation; Grandma feels the same way and is at peace with it.
"Yes, this winter is especially cold," Grandma said slowly.
Outside, the sky begins to darken again; it had just snowed recently and it seems another snowfall is imminent.
Qinglan's heart feels as heavy as the gloomy weather outside; even sitting by the warm stove does not bring her comfort.
Xiang Yuanqiu's sudden visit leaves Qinglan with a bad premonition.
The next morning, upon waking up, she sees that large snowflakes are indeed drifting down like goose feathers outside her window.
After breakfast, Qinglan puts on a red embroidered cloak that Grandma had sewn by hand and leans against the wall of the courtyard, gazing at the small path leading out beyond the stone bridge.
In winter, breakfast in the mountain village is served particularly late; it is already past ten in the morning.
The small path leading to Liu Family Village was covered with thick, pure white snow. There were no footprints on the road, blending seamlessly with the mountains and fields, creating a vast expanse of white.
Qinglan gazed at the path that had no visible trail, as chaotic snowflakes silently danced before her eyes, giving a sense of desolation in the boundless world.
Qinglan's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead.
"Lanlan, come inside," Grandma called out. "You shouldn't stare at the snow for too long; it will damage your eyes."
"Oh no, Grandma," Qinglan turned back to Grandma, excitedly explaining, "Look, it's so early, and there's someone in the snow! I'm watching that person!"
Qinglan pointed towards the figure in the snowy field.
"He's walking so slowly," Qinglan murmured to herself.
With that, Qinglan dashed into the house, took off her outer garment, grabbed a bamboo pole from the yard, and ran outside.
"Lanlan, where are you going?" Grandma hurriedly called after her.
"I wonder if it's my Younger Brother coming back," Qinglan's voice floated away in the wind.
Qinglan stepped through the thick snow and ran toward the person struggling in the distance. "Brother." Before she got close, she boldly called out. The figure did resemble Liu Jiawei somewhat, but as she focused her gaze after calling out, she realized it didn't quite match; his demeanor was different.
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