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The performance finally concluded on the twelfth day of the year, and Mo Feng's car took Lin Qing back to Beijing.
After settling their wages, the two had no further contact. Lin Qing handed him a bag containing gifts from Mother Mo —several pieces of clothing she had never worn, neatly arranged inside.
Mo Feng was taken aback. "You should keep these clothes." She shook her wallet with a smile. "I've received enough already; please return these." Wearing such branded clothes would only attract unwanted attention.
Seeing the tags still attached to the clothes, Mo Feng realized she had deliberately kept them aside for him to return. Back then, he thought she simply didn't like those styles. He glanced at her retreating figure in the rearview mirror and suddenly started the engine; it turned out she had already planned her return.
Lin Qing heard the car start behind her and quickly wiped away her tears. Everything was over.
Upon arriving at her dorm, she received a text from him: "Contact me if you need anything."
Lin Qing replied with a simple "Okay," but she knew she would never reach out to him again. She changed her phone number as soon as she got back.
Her roommates were fascinated by her unusual experience, calling her bold. One of them expressed curiosity about what the quirky guy looked like. Lin Qing froze; she had never taken a photo of him, and now even that fleeting thought was gone.
After that, Lin Qing busied herself with her graduation thesis and job hunting, becoming like a tireless spinning top. Occasionally, she would dream of him, but there was no contact anymore.
By July, the dormitory supervisor urged the seniors to move out. Lin Qing had no choice but to search for an apartment under the scorching sun in space-constrained Beijing. Before leaving, she had already decided that she would be willing to live even two floors underground, as long as she could find a place to sleep.
On moving day, Lin Qing finally squeezed onto a bus, apologizing profusely to the driver. After four years, she had accumulated quite a bit of stuff; losing any of it would mean having to buy it all over again.
The bus stop was far from where she lived. With a large military backpack on her back and a suitcase being dragged behind her—along with a big bag tied on top of it—she moved slowly step by step, resembling a giant snail.
The weather was unbearably hot, and Lin Qing leaned against the shade of a tree, gulping down several large swigs of water.
Suddenly, a car stopped in front of her. The moment the window rolled down, Lin Qing regretted not hailing a taxi.
"Where are you headed?" Mo Feng asked.
Lin Qing smiled awkwardly, "Heh, just moving."
"Get in, I'll give you a ride."
"..." Fine, if he wanted to do a good deed, she might as well accept it; after all, it would save her some money.
When they arrived at the apartment complex, he insisted on walking her inside. Lin Qing hurriedly waved her hands and said, "No, no need." For some reason, she didn't want Mo Feng to see how poorly she was living.
Mo Feng ignored her protests and grabbed her things, heading up the stairs. Lin Qing panicked and chased after him, calling out, "Not upstairs, not upstairs!"
Reluctantly, she led him into the dark house. She flicked on the light switch, illuminating the damp and cold underground space that had long been deprived of sunlight.
"You live here?" he asked with a frown.
"Yeah, it's in a great location. It’ll be convenient for work..." she said, trying to sound casual.
For some reason, Mo Feng felt a pang of sympathy. He stood up and grabbed her bag to head back outside. Lin Qing hurried after him, wondering what he was doing!
He tossed the luggage into the trunk with a clatter and started the engine, calling out to her, "Get in the car!"
"Why should I?" she replied.
"I'm helping you find a new place around here. This isn't suitable for living."
Lin Qing became angry and stubbornly refused to listen to him. Those who drifted to the north knew all too well the hardships of life; people like them could never understand that struggle.
After a while, Mo Feng had no choice but to get out of the car and pull her along, only to find her in tears. When he tried to embrace her, she dodged away. "Mo Feng, you've already settled my salary. There's no need for any more acting."
He stood there frozen for a moment. Yes, the act was over, but he had gotten too deep into his role while Lin Qing had no obligation to play along anymore. Perhaps she had even changed her phone number just to avoid seeing him again.
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