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When Jiang Liuying finally confirmed that the sandals cost less than fifty yuan, she became happy again and said, "Ah? They are so beautiful! And so cheap, you really have a good eye."
Later, Jiang Liuying insisted on dragging Mosen back to that store to take another look. She said, "That store has genuine goods. From now on, we should buy things there. I'll tell Lanlan, Jiao'er, and Mengmeng to go there too."
Mosen found various excuses and eventually succeeded in avoiding going with her to the imaginary store he had fabricated.
But on Saturday and Sunday, Liuying still dragged Mosen around different classrooms in the teaching buildings to collect empty drink bottles. Mosen said, "Don't do this, dear. Look at how you're dressed; do you think it's appropriate to be picking up these things?"
"Why isn't it appropriate?" she pouted defiantly.
"You need to be a lady. Look at your long dress trailing on the ground, flowing beautifully. You're such a pretty and graceful girl; if you walk around every classroom like this, won't you attract a lot of boys' attention? Do you want to be famous throughout the school? Then end up on the front page of the School Newspaper?"
Jiang Liuying thought for a moment and remained silent.
Later on, as the Professional Courses intensified and studying became urgent, it was also time for graduate school exam preparations. Not only did she need to study for herself, but she also insisted that Mosen prepare for the exams with her, giving up on collecting bottles for money. Every weekend she demanded that Mosen accompany her to the self-study building or library to review.
At first, Mosen was reluctant about taking the exams. He said, "What are we art students going to take exams for? It's very difficult and tiring. If we get into graduate school, we have to study for three more years. By then, if we were working instead, we would have already earned a lot of money."
She glared at him and said, "The competition in society is fierce now; almost everyone our age has a bachelor's degree. If we don't pursue further studies, what advantage do we have in competing with others? Besides, why are you so eager to make money at such a young age? Don't just focus on immediate earnings; investing in potential is what matters most."
Sighing, Mosen felt speechless in front of Jiang Liuying. He always thought her words were like pearls of wisdom; every sentence seemed correct. Moreover, he felt that soon enough, reality would prove her words to be true.
As autumn deepened, the sunlight in Beijing City grew weary and reluctant to shine. The gloomy weather persisted for several days, prompting people to bundle up in heavy Cotton Clothes. On the streets of Beijing, leaves were blown across the pavement by the wind, rustling softly. On A University Campus, An Shaojie and Qinglan had just finished lunch in the cafeteria. At the intersection near their dormitory, Qinglan stood by the roadside adjusting her scarf while saying to An Shaojie, "I won't go to the rental house today; I’ll return to my dorm for a bit. Mengmeng seems to have been in a bad mood lately; I want to check on her."
"If she's in a bad mood, what good will it do for you to go back? You can't fix her mood," An Shaojie replied reluctantly.
"That's true, but emotionally speaking, at least it will be livelier in the dorm when I return."
Before Qinglan could finish her sentence, An Shaojie had already turned and walked away.
Watching his retreating figure made Qinglan feel lost. Just as she was about to turn towards her dormitory, she heard her phone ringing from her Cotton Clothes pocket.
It was a call from Qing Shusheng urging Qinglan to come home quickly.
"Your father is not doing well," Qing Shusheng said sadly and urgently over the phone. "He probably won't make it through tomorrow; try your best to come back and see him one last time."
"Where is Brother?" Qinglan asked.
"I've already called him. He has gone to buy tickets and will be back tomorrow," Qing Shusheng replied.
Qinglan, unable to return to the dormitory in time, stood there anxiously trying to call An Shaojie, but the call was immediately disconnected as soon as it rang.
After several attempts, the calls were all cut off, and finally, the phone was turned off.
Qinglan decided to go to the rental place to find An Shaojie, but she was also in a hurry to buy a ticket at the train station. In a moment of desperation, Qinglan dialed Xu Wen's number.
"Hello!" A familiar and warm baritone voice called out, "Qinglan!"
Tears streamed down Qinglan's face as she responded, "Xu Wen..."
As the Desolate Autumn Wind brushed against Qinglan's cheek, tousling her hair and lifting the hem of her clothes, causing her eyes to flutter shut, she could hear the warm voice she had lost once again. Unable to hold back any longer, her voice choked with emotion.
"What's wrong?" Xu Wen had just lain down at home for a nap when he heard Qinglan's choked voice and immediately sat up in alarm.
Since they had stopped being together, Xu Wen spent less time in the dormitory and mostly rested at his home on campus, even studying there.
It was said that he was preparing for graduate school entrance exams.
Qinglan's sobbing voice intermittently explained what had happened at home and that she needed Xu Wen to go to the train station right away to help her buy a ticket.
"An Shaojie's phone has been unreachable," Qinglan explained.
"Oh, it's fine. I'll go right away. If you need him to come back home with you, I'll buy two train tickets. You can go find him first," Xu Wen said.
Knowing that An Shaojie and Qinglan were renting a place together, Xu Wen implied that Qinglan should check at the rental place for An Shaojie.
After agreeing with Xu Wen, Qinglan headed to the rental house to look for An Shaojie.
But An Shaojie was not there.
Qinglan hurried back to the school library to search for him. She looked through all the reading rooms and study areas they often visited together, but he was nowhere to be found.
She checked the classrooms and study rooms she frequently went to, but again, there was no sign of him.
When she tried calling, his phone was still off.
Qinglan was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears.
Just as she was feeling dejected on her way back to the dormitory, Xu Wen's call came in. Xu Wen told her that he had already bought two train tickets for the ten o'clock train.
Qinglan sobbed into the phone, saying, "Xu Wen, I can't find An Shaojie. I don't know where he went!"
Xu Wen replied on the phone, "Don't worry, I'll come back right away to help you look. We still have plenty of time."
After hanging up, Qinglan took out her phone to check the time; it was almost five o'clock.
Thinking that since Xu Wen would be back soon to help look for An Shaojie and that she couldn't find him anyway, she figured that perhaps by mealtime, An Shaojie would contact her himself. So she decided to go back to the dormitory to pack her things first.
After packing her belongings, Qinglan sat in the dormitory waiting.
She didn't know who she was waiting for—An Shaojie's call? Xu Wen's call? In fact, at that moment, any call from either of them felt like a long-awaited message from a loved one. Her roommates were aware of what had happened in Qinglan's family and knew she was waiting for either An Shaojie or Xu Wen in the dormitory, so when mealtime came around, they didn't call her.
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