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Chen Jing followed Fang Zhiyuan in the direction of Wangliang Pavilion, quietly telling Zheng Yu to go up by himself, as there was someone there to accompany him for a chat.
But Zheng Yu, upon hearing this, became even more unwilling to go, showing a stubborn attitude, as if to say, "You can't force me to leave."
Chen Jing didn't know what had gotten into him, but fortunately she didn't care and chatted with Fang Zhiyuan from time to time.
Fang Zhiyuan is very articulate, and chatting with him feels like a breath of fresh air. Chen Jing gradually relaxed quite a bit.
"On the day of the exam, Zheng Yu had a car accident at the school gate, did you know?" Fang Zhiyuan suddenly asked.
"Yeah," Chen Jing unconsciously tightened a corner.
"I don't have the right to comment on your relationship with Zheng Yu. I just hope you can try to let go," Fang Zhiyuan tentatively said, and seeing that Chen Jing did not react negatively, he continued, "Having him is not suitable for you. Forcing it will only give you a great psychological burden."
Fang Zhiyuan felt that Chen Jing was like a tightly stretched string, as if it would break with just a little force. He didn't know what had happened to Chen Jing, but he didn't want her to be so tightly wound at such a young age, and he wanted to offer some guidance.
"I know, thank you, senior," Chen Jing pursed her lips.
Fang Zhiyuan chuckled lightly, "Why don't you go and see Zheng Yu? He's not actually a bad person. If you talk things out, you'll feel better."
"Mmm," Chen Jing glanced at Zheng Yu and agreed.
"Don't mind me being nosy," Fang Zhiyuan said with a smile.
The way down the mountain is relatively much easier. Chen Jing remained silent and didn't speak much. You could feel that Chen Jing was in a bad mood. He didn't want to guess, so he directly stopped Chen Jing and said, "What are you thinking about again?"
Chen Jing took a long breath and said, "Nothing."
Zheng Yu looked at him with a face full of distrust.
"This time I really don't," Chen Jing said with a smile. He lowered his head and kicked the stone on the ground, saying, "I just feel a little sentimental. If I had seen through Jiang Yuandong earlier, maybe I wouldn't have disliked you."
Do you regret it? Perhaps, but more than that, there's a lot of emotion.
"Do you hate me now?"
"I don't dislike it," Chen Jing answered without hesitation. He had already gotten used to Zheng Yu's company, so how could he dislike it?
"Well, that's good then. Let the past be the past and look forward," Zheng Yu opened his arms, taking in the scenery below the mountain, feeling the gentle breeze on his face, and feeling relaxed and content.
Sometimes the scenery halfway up the mountain is also good, and you don't have to climb to the mountaintop.
Chen Jing received a call from Zheng Yu's grandfather. The old man said with a smile that he had sent some peaches to him. Chen Jing thought there would be only a few, but when he saw several large boxes of peaches on the ground at the express delivery station, he was really surprised.
He and Chen Yue moved several times before they finished moving. Chen Yue asked him what to do if so many peaches went bad.
This is indeed a problem. Zheng Yu waved his hand and said, "Give them away."
He said it so easily, but Chen Jing doesn't know many people, who should he give it to?
"Why don't you give it to my house, my mom likes peaches," Zheng Yu said casually.
Chen Jing thought about it and decided that since it was given by her grandfather, it was indeed a good choice to send it to Zheng Yu's house.
Without further ado, Chen Jing took two boxes and headed straight to Zheng Yu's house.
Zheng Yu's home was actually not far, just a twenty-minute drive away. Carrying a box, Chen Jing walked and asked, "Your home is so close, why don't you go back?"
"I don't want to go back," Zheng Yu said awkwardly.
"Chen Jing didn't think much and opened the door to a woman in her forties, carrying a thermos as if she was about to leave.
"Mom," Zheng Yu called softly, but Zheng's mother ignored him and looked directly at Chen Jing behind him."
"I am Zheng Yu's classmate, bringing something for the old gentleman," Chen Jing explained the reason clearly.
"Oh, come in quickly."
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