Chapter 962: Chapter 962: Venting
Mourning guests had dispersed, all the affairs were wrapped up, and Shi Jun sat on the stone steps, silently observing the inch of earth before him.
Wen Yanqing sat down beside him.
“My mum’s gone, for her, maybe it was a kind of release,” Shi Jun’s voice was filled with sorrow and hoarseness.
Over the years, he watched his ailing mother grow thinner and more haggard by the day, her mind adrift, unable to express her physical pain and psychological discomfort, one year after another.
“I have regrets, regret not listening to you and hurrying to find soone to love and marry. At least before my mum passed away, I could’ve brought a wife to see her.”
Shi Jun thought about how his mother had montarily regained her lucidity when she saw a photo of him as a “groom,” and remorse flooded him like a torrent.
“Wasn’t it because you hadn’t t the right one? I believe your mother wouldn’t want you to settle, to marry in haste just for her sake,” Wen Yanqing persuaded.
Shi Jun sighed with discomfort.
“Do you want a drink?” Wen Yanqing asked.
Shi Jun looked up blankly, and after a long while, he stood up, “Let’s go to my place. I’m a bachelor, it doesn’t matter to , but if we drink outside, Gantang will worry about you, right?”
The two returned to North Mountain, where Shi Jun took several bottles of stored liquor from the cabinet, opened them, and started pouring himself full glasses to drink.
Wen Yanqing had last seen him drink like this when he was heartbroken.
But he knew that the pain of a mother’s eternal farewell was even greater than that of a lost love.
Because Wen Yanqing had also lost his mother, he understood that feeling all too well.
Grief ford a net that tightened with each wave, tugging at the heart with aching pulls, inadvertently recalling the care once given by his mother, bringing an instant sorrow that could not be quelled.
Wen Yanqing didn’t drink much, but Shi Jun downed one glass after another and soon went to fetch a few more bottles.
He liked to vent his emotions through drinking.
He hadn’t cried when he placed his mother’s ashes in the cetery, nor during the morial service, but now, in his own quiet ho, Wen Yanqing saw his eyes redden.
Shi Jun still didn’t cry, but his sorrow spilled out of his eyes.
Shi Jun had drunk quite a bit, and Wen Yanqing worried he would get drunk; he also didn’t know what state Shi Jun would drink himself into after he left.
Wen Yanqing felt sowhat apprehensive and wanted to find soone close to Shi Jun to take care of him, only to realize he didn’t even have a relative, not even a girlfriend.
Wen Yanqing sighed inaudibly.
“If you’re feeling bad, drink then. I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight,” Wen Yanqing helped him open another bottle, “The departed are gone and the living continue like this. Tomorrow, once you wake up from the drunkenness, life must go on.”
“I’m not drunk,” Shi Jun felt his head start to swell, but his mind was disturbingly clear, “Alright, your wife doesn’t let you drink much. Don’t drink anymore, careful or she’ll have you kneel on a washboard.”
Seeing that he still had the mood to make jokes about himself at such a ti, Wen Yanqing didn’t know what to say.
The night outside had deepened, and Shi Jun finished the drink in his glass, “I’ll call a driver for you. I’m a grown man, not that fragile. Gantang is pregnant, she needs the care more than I do.”
Coming out of Shi Jun’s house, Wen Yanqing stood at the edge of the road to air out the sll of alcohol from his body.
Though he hadn’t drunk much, the alcoholic scent at Shi Jun’s place was domineering, and he worried Gantang would sll it and be anxious.
The driver brought the car around and opened the door for him. As Wen Yanqing prepared to step into the car, he saw Gu Zhichuan’s car slowly pass by.
Gu Zhichuan and Shi Jun both lived in the North Mountain Villa area.
Gu Zhichuan noticed him as well, but his gaze quickly shifted to the Rolls Royce parked at the roadside.
One could guess even with their toes that he was looking for Lin Gantang.
Wen Yanqing curled his lips with a hint of scorn.
Soone was going to be disappointed; Lin Gantang wasn’t there. Besides, no matter how he looked now, she wouldn’t get jealous anymore.
Wen Yanqing got into the car with composure and left.
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