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Is it her? Her brows and eyes have not changed at all; the lightly arched brows, neither too big nor too small, and her long eyes, along with her smooth forehead. How could it not be her? Just yesterday, from a great distance, he could recognize her figure. The image and voice that had lingered in his dreams for six years—how could he be mistaken? Although her figure has become fuller, her brows and eyes more resolute, and her youthful gaze steadier.
But she should still be herself.
Six years may not change a person drastically, but it is enough to transform a child into a teenager, a teenager into a young adult, a young adult into an adult, and an adult into a mature person.
Hasn't he changed as well? His once naive ignorance and stubbornness have turned into generosity and composure. His past indifference, sharpness, and rebelliousness have mellowed into calmness, patience, and understanding.
She should have changed too, shouldn't she? Time may not have altered her appearance, but it must have changed her mindset, right?
Yet, An Shaojie remains unwilling!
Isn't she just a farmer's daughter now? Where does she get the confidence and composure to stand before him—a returned overseas student—so calmly and fearlessly?
Back then, he had nothing. A thin, poor boy who was ridiculed and neglected, not good with words. She was the beloved daughter of the top family in the local Tujia community; she always seemed flustered in front of him.
He is unwilling!
He fought hard, went abroad, and returned—not just to one day stand before her with dignity and see her flustered and panicked more than ever before?
He wants to turn around; he wants to chase after her and tell her, "I am An Shaojie. I have returned. Now I am doing well. I have enough qualifications to love you. You need to look at me. As long as you want to come back to my side, I will not hold anything against the past or present. Because I remember how good you were to me when we were young, I am willing to love you again."
Yes, back when we were young, you were so good to me. It is for this reason that while my body drifts abroad, my heart has always settled on you; I am willing to love you once more.
His eyes are misty with tears!
He truly wishes to love her again—the boy who once was naive and insecure; he only needed a little love to remember everything in his heart. Whether what happened back then was real or just a misunderstanding, since he chose to return, he is willing to forgive everything. He is ready to accept all of her; he is willing to forget all the bad from the past and remember all the good. He is willing to love her anew. No matter what situation she is in now—even if what he saw last night was real—he still wants to forget that scene.
Because all of this cannot compare to the warmth and love she once gave him.
Seeing her again as she brushes past him intensifies those warm memories of love that envelop him strongly, making him impulsively want to reach out and grab her.
With tears in his eyes, he turned around.
He opened his mouth and called out, "Lan..."
The soft voice drifted away with the wind, not abruptly stopping.
Such a light voice, such a timid voice was destined to be carried away by the wind.
Fortunately, it was carried away by the wind; thankfully, she did not hear it!
Another "Lan" was scattered by the wind at his lips.
The two people in front of him transformed into three.
A little girl was in the middle; she was on the right, and he was on the left, a standard way for a family of three to take a walk.
"What brings you here so early in the morning?" Her voice was gentle and soft, tinged with playful reproach.
"I saw that you and Beautiful hadn't returned, and since I happened to wake up today is Saturday, I don't have to work and have nothing to do, so I thought I'd come out for a stroll. It's been a while since I've been here." His tone was calm and composed, just like in college, exuding confidence and ease.
The little girl bounced between them.
"That uncle from yesterday kept staring at us," the little girl said with a high-pitched voice still tinged with babyishness, pointing back at him.
When the little girl walked past earlier, unlike her Mama who didn't spare him a glance, she had stolen glances at him while talking to her Mama.
Of course she had to glance at him to see what he was like. If her Mama had ignored this person completely, he must either be a bad person or someone her Mama disliked. So she should have ignored him too and not looked at him at all.
However, she remembered this person; he had come to their village yesterday and immediately attracted all the villagers who surrounded him with laughter, creating quite a lively scene. The excitement he brought nearly overshadowed the welcome her family prepared for her. Therefore, she should have taken a good look at him but ended up only sneaking a couple of glances.
She huffed in dissatisfaction through her nose. Who told you to bring so much excitement to your family that it almost surpassed mine? Of course my Mama would ignore you. Even Uncle Xu, who is friendly to everyone, has ignored you now.
She did not turn back, nor did he.
An Shaojie thought Xu Wen would at least greet him, or at the very least, smile at him. After all, they were old classmates, having spent four years together in university. Although they were not friends and perhaps even rivals in love, it seemed unreasonable to completely ignore an old classmate in front of their child. The relationship of old classmates would eventually be known to the child; how would he explain it then?
So, An Shaojie forced a smile, though it was somewhat strained, unnatural, and complicated.
However, Xu Wen only glanced at him and did not show the smile he had imagined. It was just a fleeting look, as if he were a stranger, before turning away again.
An Shaojie's memories were once again torn apart and severed; he could not return to that phase of university life.
Were those fragments of memory that lingered in his mind merely illusions? How could such haunting memories not be real? He clearly knew them, and they clearly knew him, yet why did it seem as if they did not recognize him at all?
Why did his life constantly switch between illusion and reality?
He closed his eyes, striving to bring his memories back to six years ago, back to A University in Beijing.
As the past began to emerge piece by piece in his mind, from blurry to clear, his heart was suddenly jolted awake, just as it had been countless times during midnight awakenings abroad.
Yes, they had countless reasons for not recognizing him.
When he recalled the past, his heart ached intensely; not to mention her—perhaps there was also him.
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