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Thinking of how Xiang Yuanqiu had shown kindness to her several times while she had always been on guard against her, Qinglan felt deeply apologetic.
In fact, apart from the incident with the meal tickets in middle school, she hadn't done anything detrimental to her. Moreover, regarding that meal ticket incident, it was for An Shaojie and out of love; considering her age at that time and her personal perspective, it was understandable. Therefore, Qinglan took the initiative to be friendly and invited her to visit Beijing when she had the time.
"Sure!" she replied cheerfully and turned to Wang Wei beside her. "Let's set a date now. We can go to Beijing to visit Qinglan for a few days during the May Day holiday, okay?" She spoke decisively, without any hesitation, just like before.
This aspect was somewhat similar to Qinglan, which made Qinglan like her even more.
Wang Wei smiled ambiguously. "Of course! How could we refuse an invitation from a beautiful girl?"
He was fiddling with a newly popular instant camera, taking many pictures of Qinglan and Xiang Yuanqiu.
Later, he handed the camera to Xiang Yuanqiu and asked her to take many photos of him and Qinglan together. He also took some pictures of Lin Xi, Simple, and Chen Yang.
Chen Yang said to Wang Wei, "When you guys go to Beijing, count me in. I want to join you."
Chen Yang smiled at Simple.
Lin Xi picked up on Chen Yang's words: "If you go, Mengni will definitely want to come along too."
Chen Yang replied, "Then let's invite her. But she's preparing to go abroad; I don't know if she'll have time."
Lin Xi pouted. "You don't need to worry about that. Even if she's busy, she'll come because there are people in Beijing she wants to see more than anything else."
Except for Xiang Yuanqiu and Wang Wei, everyone else understood Lin Xi's implication and laughed. Especially Chen Yang, who recalled how ever since that reunion in Beijing with Hao Chuanze, Yao Mengni had been constantly thinking about him and mentioning his name.
Chen Yang immediately called Yao Mengni and asked her how she felt about going to Beijing with Lin Xi during the May Day holiday.
Sure enough, she answered without hesitation, "Sounds great!" Then she asked, "What about Lin Xi? Where is she now? Is she with you?"
Chen Yang replied, "At the station; she's going to Beijing today."
Yao Mengni complained a bit about Lin Xi over the phone, and then Chen Yang handed the phone to Lin Xi.
Two people chatted on the phone for a long time, and later, when Lin Xi was mentioned, her words became evasive, accompanied by a smile that didn’t reveal much.
Qinglan observed from the side the entire time.
When she saw Lin Xi, she found it strange that Lu Chenyu wasn’t the one to accompany her. She wanted to ask but hesitated, worried that it might be too abrupt or inappropriate.
Upon arriving at school, Qinglan eagerly headed straight to the rental apartment.
The door was still tightly shut and locked.
Qinglan opened the door and stepped inside.
She walked in cautiously, as if afraid of startling anyone inside.
After carefully checking all the rooms and corners, she found no one there.
Feeling disheartened, Qinglan placed her bag on the desk and slumped into the chair.
She looked around again and checked various places, including the kitchen.
Qinglan couldn’t believe her eyes; after being away for almost a month, everything in the apartment seemed spotless, untouched by dust. Especially in the kitchen, where there were water stains on the tiles.
Could it be that the landlord rented out this place again?
But that couldn’t be possible. Although she had considered moving out, she hadn’t actually done so yet and hadn’t informed the landlord of any plans to leave.
Moreover, the landlady was a nice person; she wouldn’t rent out the apartment to someone else while Qinglan was away. Her belongings were still here, untouched.
She returned to her room and tidied up the desk.
Wait a minute; something felt off. It seemed like someone had been through her desk. Upon closer inspection of the books piled on top of it, Qinglan noticed that several English books and an English notebook had been added.
Flipping through the front page, several elegant names were written, including An Shaojie!
The notebook contained daily notes along with the date.
January 31, 2003. Qinglan could hardly contain the joy in her heart; January 31, 2003, proved that he was still here today, reading and taking notes.
Qinglan stared at the newly made notes, the handwriting fresh as if it had just been written. In her eyes, the ink seemed to still be flowing, as if a touch would smudge it away. Qinglan's fingertips hesitated to touch them, fearing she might ruin them.
Yes, he must have just been sitting here reading and had only just left. Qinglan even felt that his warmth still lingered on the stool she was sitting on.
Qinglan put down her book and sat back down, secretly delighted!
It seemed he had returned again. It turned out he had been reviewing here during the winter break.
As long as he was still here, it meant he hadn’t left her.
Qinglan felt a little happy. Her spirits lifted, she forgot the fatigue from getting off the bus earlier and took out everything she had brought from home, placing it all on the dining table in the living room.
Seeing that it was still early, Qinglan suddenly decided that tonight she would cook a meal for him here.
So, she locked the door, went out, and headed to the market to buy groceries.
By seven o'clock, she had already cooked several dishes and taken out some dried meat and snacks she had brought from home. She even opened a bottle of red wine and washed two glasses. While buying groceries, she also picked up a bottle of red wine and two red candles from the supermarket.
She lit the red candles, set the table with bowls and chopsticks, and poured the wine.
Waiting.
Her ears were like those of a hunting dog, listening intently for any sound from outside the door.
A quarter past seven passed, then half past seven, eight o'clock, a quarter past eight, and half past eight.
Any sound from outside made Qinglan's heart race with excitement and tension. She rushed to the door, only to feel disappointed again; it was either someone going downstairs, or a delivery person, or...
There was no sign of An Shaojie.
As night deepened, the cold began to seep in. The dishes on the table had gone cold, and the red wine seemed to be laughing.
At ten o'clock, Qinglan nearly dozed off at the dining table when suddenly a ring echoed.
She was startled awake, lifting her head from the table, feeling very cold. She hugged herself tightly.
It was a call from Jiang Liuying.
Before coming to school, Jiang Liuying had spoken with Qinglan over the phone, asking when she would arrive. Qinglan told her she would be at school today. So Jiang Liuying had specifically chosen today to come as well.
She had been out with Mosen and had just returned to the dormitory when she noticed that Qinglan was still not there, leaving her alone in the cold and quiet room. She asked if Qinglan had arrived at school.
"I've arrived," Qinglan replied. "I'm outside and will be back to the dorm soon."
Locking the door, she headed back to her room.
Just as Qinglan stepped out of the hallway and walked toward the entrance of the community, a shadow flashed by and entered the hallway, heading upstairs. An Shaojie. Qinglan's guess was correct. Throughout the winter break, he had been here studying, reviewing, and even sleeping.
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