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"Ah, I once thought that if we met again, I would never leave your side, and we would talk heart to heart every day. But later I realized that we didn't even have the chance to go home together," Qinglan said with a hint of sadness.
The two of them held an umbrella together, just like when they went to school in the wind and snow as children, their hands clasped around the handle—one hand belonging to Qinglan and the other to Lin Xi.
"Oh, why don't you like wearing gloves?" Lin Xi quickly took off the gloves from her other hand and offered them to Qinglan.
Carrying two large bags and holding an umbrella, Lu Chenyu hurriedly set down his bags and took off his gloves to give to Lin Xi. "You wear mine; give your gloves to Qinglan."
Lin Xi looked at Lu Chenyu and smiled, continuing to smile at him for a long time. Lu Chenyu finally couldn't help but pull Lin Xi into his embrace, then helped her put on his gloves.
"That's so warm, warmer than my gloves," Lin Xi said sweetly.
"Well then, in the future during winter, I'll warm my gloves up first before giving them to you," Lu Chenyu said as he held Lin Xi close and gently kissed her hair before letting her go.
"I'm really envious," Qinglan said with a hint of longing while standing nearby.
"But not jealous," Qinglan added quickly.
Lin Xi smiled and tapped Qinglan's forehead. "Still as clever as when we were kids, but he's not Brother Shaojie; I won't let him go to anyone else."
Qinglan laughed, "No one is competing with you, so of course he can't be taken away."
Lin Xi adjusted her stance and stood properly in front of Qinglan. Like a couple, she took off her gloves and carefully helped Qinglan put them on. "It's been almost twenty years since we last parted. The friendship we had in our youth seemed forgotten, but it can never truly fade away. As long as it lightly brushes across the lake of our hearts, everything will come rushing back, just like now. Sister Lan, you've always been in my heart, along with Brother Shaojie. No matter what happens in the future or what form your relationship takes, I wish you both happiness."
Qinglan's eyes became moist as she nodded. "Yes, no matter what happens, I also wish him happiness."
Lin Xi gently embraced Qinglan, just like how Lu Chenyu had embraced her.
On the way to Lin Xi's Home, Lin Xi told Qinglan that after Liu Dezhou passed away, her Mother En and Dad returned to Liu Family Village. Later, they called her and went on and on about some things and people from their time in Liu Family Village, and she even cried.
"Normally, my Mother En rarely calls me to talk about family matters, but that time she spoke for over an hour as if possessed. I had never realized that my Mother En was an emotional person who loved to chatter. That time, I discovered that when it comes to the most genuine things, people can become rich in emotion."
"Ah," Qinglan said. "Many people and events are not forgotten; rather, they are untouched and unremembered. Once touched and recalled, the feelings hidden deep within can overflow, revealing that nothing has truly been forgotten and everything remains clear in the heart."
Upon arriving at Lin Xi's Home, Jia Zhilan opened the door. After Qinglan and the others entered, she did not close the door but continued to look outside.
"What's wrong, Mother En?" Lin Xi asked.
"Where is An Shaojie? Where is that child?" Jia Zhilan asked.
Qinglan and Lin Xi were momentarily at a loss for how to respond to her, and they certainly could not explain it to her.
"After studying for several years and passing through Provincial Capital so many times, he doesn't come to see us?" Jia Zhilan's words were directed at Qinglan, clearly laced with anger and blame. She assumed that Qinglan and An Shaojie were close and that they should come together.
"No, Mother," Qinglan hurriedly explained. "Brother Shaojie probably didn't come back this winter break."
After hosting Qinglan and Lu Chenyu for a while in the living room, Jia Zhilan got up and went into the kitchen.
Lin Wenhui was still at school; he had just started winter break, but there were still many things going on at school, so he had been spending almost every day there since the break began. In the past two years, he had been promoted to principal, which meant even more meetings and trivial matters, leaving him with less time at home.
When Jia Zhilan entered the kitchen, Qinglan quickly set down her teacup and followed her in. Qinglan was still as affectionate with Jia Zhilan as she was when she was younger. Of course, it was better for her to follow Jia Zhilan than to be idle; this was one of the reasons why Jia Zhilan liked her.
Seeing Qinglan follow her into the kitchen, in the past, she would have pushed Qinglan out because of the heavy smoke in the kitchen; it was better for girls not to be inside.
But this time she did not.
She was about to ask Qinglan something. It seemed there was something off in what Qinglan had said earlier.
“How are things between you and An Shaojie?” Despite Jia Zhilan's gentle nature and her usual light-hearted words, she came from Liu Family Village and was used to speaking directly with Liu Xiuzhen and Bai Cuifen, the sisters-in-law from Liu Family Village. Therefore, she had no habit of beating around the bush, wasting words, and directly looked at Qinglan to ask, “The last time you went home, it was so hectic that we didn’t even sit down to chat properly with your Mother and your Cui Fen Mother. Today, just talk to your Mother directly; there’s no need for us to be polite with each other.”
Ah! After so many years without seeing this girl, Jia Zhilan felt a pang in her heart upon seeing her. Such a bright and intelligent child, yet with a mother like Liu Xiuzhen, she had no one to talk to when she returned home. Her Father was naturally a good Father, but how many daughters share their innermost thoughts with their fathers?
So when she saw Qinglan, Jia Zhilan treated her like she did when she was little, thinking of her as her own daughter, inevitably worrying about her personal issues.
“It's okay.” Qinglan helped Jia Zhilan with her tasks, but her mind was somewhat distracted.
“What do you mean it's okay? Why didn’t he come back to my house with you?” Jia Zhilan asked.
“He… didn’t come back with us.” Qinglan replied.
“If he didn’t come back with you, where did he go?” Jia Zhilan pressed.
“He didn’t go anywhere.” Qinglan answered Jia Zhilan somewhat weakly.
Jia Zhilan looked at Qinglan with a probing gaze. “I don’t know where he went; I haven’t been able to contact him for a long time.” After a long pause, Qinglan finally spoke. Faced with Jia Zhilan's concerned inquiries, Qinglan could no longer hold back her tears of grievance; her pretense of strength finally crumbled. “An Shaojie is a child we’ve watched grow up since he was little; his nature should be good. But I’m afraid you can’t hold onto him. You shouldn’t be weak in front of him; you should treat him the same way you treat others if you want him to respect you.” While comforting Qinglan and wiping away her tears, Jia Zhilan felt heartbroken for her.
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