"So what do you want to help with?" Zheng Yu asked.
Chen Jing came to her senses and awkwardly avoided Zheng Yu's gaze. "Help me beat up Jiang Yuandong."
Zheng Yu chuckled, "Don't like him anymore?"
Chen Jing sighed in relief, "No, I don't like him anymore. I stopped liking him when I saw the love letter he wrote to you."
Zheng Yu frowned slightly, "So you knew him back then?"
"Not only did I know him, his family lived next door to my dad's house. I first saw him during my summer vacation in the first year of junior high," Chen Jing spoke softly, and listening to him talk gave a comfortable feeling, as if a gentle breeze was brushing against one's face, easily immersing people into the scene he described.
Chen Jing is kicked around like a soccer ball, and every time there's a holiday, he's sent to his father's house by his mother. And before leaving, she fiercely tells him that his father is his biological father, and even though they're divorced, it's only right for him to support you, it's what he owes you.
This kind of talk has become a habit for Chen Jing, and he doesn't really care. He is just a "responsibility" that is constantly pushed around, and he goes wherever he is told, obediently following orders.
"I got to know Jiang Yuandong thanks to Chen Yue. At that time, Jiang Yuandong had just learned to ride a bicycle and was riding around the neighborhood with Chen Yue, who had just started elementary school. As a result, Chen Yue ended up fracturing his arm."
Chen Yue is four years younger than him. When his dad and Chen Yue's mom got married, Chen Yue couldn't even walk yet. Maybe because she was raised by his side since she was young, his dad's level of attention to Chen Yue is much higher than his.
"They hurried to take Chen Yue to the hospital, leaving me alone at home. Maybe Jiang Yuandong's parents also went to the hospital with them. He came over to apologize, and that's how we met."
Chen Jing described the situation briefly, but Zheng Yu felt endless heartache from it. He seemed to see that twelve-year-old boy, feeling helpless as he watched the adults hurriedly packing up to leave, not daring to even try to stop them because he knew he would be rejected.
Zheng Yu really wanted to hug that little boy. Chen Jing was so timid; he must have been very scared.
"Then what?" Zheng Yu asked.
Chen Jing tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Then I became friends with him, and every summer and winter vacation after that, we did homework together and played together. Our relationship gradually became better."
Chen Jing doesn't like going to his father's house at all. When he's at his mother's house, he has his own classmates and friends. But when he's at his father's house, apart from his father, he doesn't know anyone. However, his father is not really like a father to him. Instead of helping him with a math problem, he would rather play with Chen Yue and build blocks.
But fortunately, he met Jiang Yuandong, and he prefers Jiang Yuandong's home. His mother can cook delicious shrimp, and she will buy him an ice cream cone when she buys one for herself, and she will patiently talk to him. His father is also a very good person, and after work, he will play games with them.
Moreover, his parents live together and never argue. He became a frequent visitor to the neighbor's house, but his father asked him why he didn't play with his younger brother, and if he didn't like his brother.
He said no, and then his dad told him not to always trouble others. It turned out that Auntie was going to work, and he had to take care of his little brother for a while. After that, he rarely went to Jiang Yuandong house.
"Chen Yue started smoking on the first day of junior high and accidentally set the sofa on fire at home. It was Jiang Yuandong who saved me."
At the time, he was sleeping in his room and was awakened by the smoke. When he opened the door, the living room was already engulfed in flames.
He was scared, but still rational. He soaked the blanket in water and wrapped it around himself. The fire was too intense to open the door, so he had to move towards the window. The firefighters hadn't arrived yet, and even though it was only the third floor, he didn't dare to jump. At that moment, the neighbor from Jiang Yuandong opened the window and called his name.
He used a wrench to tear open a gap in the security net, then brought over a ladder. "Chen Jing, climb over here," he said.
Chen Jing looked down, feeling scared, but still started to climb. The balconies of the two houses were not far apart. After taking a few steps, Jiang Yuandong reached out to him, telling him not to look down.
"I don't remember how I climbed over, but I vividly remember the hand that Jiang Yuandong reached out to me. That's when I fell in love with him."
Chen Jing raised her hand. "This scar was from scraping against his family's anti-theft net."
"Did you start pursuing him then?" Zheng Yu asked.
Chen Jing shook her head. "No, he came to me and said he likes guys. I thought he was confessing to me."
Zheng Yu felt a little unhappy and said, "You are really clueless."
Chen Jing laughed self-deprecatingly, "We were in contact until the start of university. I didn't tell him that I wanted to attend the same university as him. I wanted to surprise him."
"Yesterday he was talking to me about his expectations for college life, but after seeing me, he completely ignored me. I thought I had done something wrong."
Chen Jing's eyes turned slightly red, and she said with a bitter smile, "You're right, I'm really foolish."
"Damn it!" Zheng Yu cursed under his breath and stood up.
"I'll give you a way to forget."
Chen Jing looked up, "What?"
Zheng Yu reached out his hand to her, "Now, hold my hand."
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