??Chapter 65: 064: Pick up Miss Wen from work (first update)
Chapter 65: 064: Pick up Miss Wen from work (first update)
“It’s borrowed,” Guan Sixing said, “It’s clean.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Jhiang Youyou put on the shoes, her left hand had been scraped when she rolled down the hill, making it difficult to tie the laces.
He noticed her hand was in pain.
“Let
help you.”
The two masters were still waiting above, and Jhiang Youyou, not wanting to delay any further and without any fuss, extended her foot forward: “Thank you, Student Wang.”
He didn’t start tying right away but looked at it as if he were studying sothing.
Jhiang Youyou also turned her head to look, were there flowers on the shoelace?
He started tying the shoelace, wrapping it around once, then again.
“Why do you tie it like that?”
He looked up at her, his expression blank.
Jhiang Youyou touched the tips of her shoes together: “This is a dead knot.”
He bent down again to untie the shoelace.
He couldn’t tie shoelaces, he never could since he was young: at ho, it was his mother who tied them for him, then when he went to stay with the Gu Family, Gu Yihuan did it for him, and later, as he grew up, he simply stopped untying them, so there was no need to retie them.
The shoelaces, soaked by rain, were extrely difficult to untie due to increased friction, and he bent over, working on it for a long ti.
“Don’t bother untying it, just leave it as it is.”
“Oh.”
Guan Sixing wrapped the excess lace around Jhiang Youyou’s ankle and tied a knot.
Jhiang Youyou thought to herself: Student Wang must be soone who isn’t good at daily tasks, but is very ticulous and persistent, having managed to tie both laces in exactly the sa incorrect way.
He took off his raincoat and handed it to her with both hands.
There was a very small mole near the corner of his mouth, barely noticeable. Only because he was looking up could Jhiang Youyou see it.
It’s said that the Bodhisattva at Xianglin Temple is very responsive to prayers.
Jhiang Youyou sighed inwardly: But Bodhisattva, what I prayed for wasn’t romance, it was wealth.
“Can you walk?”
“I can walk.”
Jhiang Youyou took the raincoat, put it on, and with the help of a rock, stood up by herself, limping along while Guan Sixing followed her.
The two of them were pulled up, one after the other.
Due to the heavy rain, the temple had closed the path, so Jhiang Youyou had to climb the mountain again and only descended when it was nearly dark. Jhiang Zhenghao had a bit of conscience and sent soone to pick her up.
At the foot of the mountain, it was completely dry, untouched by the rain.
Guan Sixing, too, finished his work and was walking behind her.
Jhiang Youyou didn’t speak the whole way because she was struggling with sothing, whether or not to leave contact information. Based on her past flirty behavior, this shouldn’t be sothing to overthink, so why was she hesitating?
The Jhiang Family’s car was parked at the bottom of the mountain, and Jhiang Youyou got in.
The car drove away.
It drove two hundred ters.
The car stopped, and she got out again.
Guan Sixing still stood on the side of the road, just as before, unmoving, as if he was waiting for her.
Forget it, no more hesitating.
“Student Wang, let’s add each other on WeChat.”
Student Wang might have been using a 2G network, or perhaps he wasn’t accustod to using a phone, as he pulled up his QR code slowly and with extre clumsiness.
“Thank you for your help today. I’ll treat you to a al next ti,” Jhiang Youyou convinced herself to leave her contact information using this reason. “Goodbye, Student Wang.”
“Goodbye.”
Jhiang Youyou returned to the car and glanced in the rearview mirror.
Guan Sixing was still standing there, in the sa pose.
Jhiang Youyou rembered when she was young and lived in the fishing port. When she left for school early in the morning, her family’s dog would stand on the pier just like this. It wouldn’t budge when she waved, but as soon as she beckoned, it would run towards her as fast as it could, a joy known only to those who have raised dogs.
Later on, that dog was stolen by a dog thief.
When the Jhiang Family’s car had driven five hundred ters away, Guan Sixing’s friend request was accepted. Guan Sixing, looking at Jhiang Youyou’s avatar of a girl clutching her behind with her back turned, fell into deep contemplation.
Gu Yihuan, the surfing expert, was the first to notice Guan Sixing had changed his WeChat nickna. It was the first ti Guan Sixing had changed his na since he started using the social dia app.
He changed his na to: Wang Shanxi.
Gu Yihuan: “…”
Gu Yihuan realized the severity of the situation, he sent three voice ssages in a row, trying to scold him awake.
“It’s one thing you changed your na, you even switched your surna.”
“Do your grandpa and your dad know you’re not considering yourself a mber of the Guan Family anymore?”
“What upset you so much?”
“Wang Shanxi” simply didn’t respond to him.
Gu Yihuan felt the helplessness of his child being rebellious at all costs.
Ten minutes later, “Wang Shanxi’s” father, Guan Zhengan, called “Wang Shanxi” and asked tentatively, “Son, have you been under too much pressure recently?”
“No.”
“Then, is there sothing else that’s bothering you?”
“No.”
“Is your research project still going smoothly?”
Guan Sixing specialized in nuclear research.
As a father, Guan Zhengan only knew that much; knowing more could lead to trouble since it was all state secrets.
“Smoothly.”
Then why the sudden decision to change your na and surna?
“Could it be,” Guan Zhengan boldly speculated, “your mom is remarrying? Is it your stepfather who wants you to change it?”
“No.”
Guan Zhengan breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that he was suspicious; it’s just that he had gotten into an argunt with his wife an hour earlier. He had been playing golf just fine when his wife confiscated his golf clubs, insisting he go earn money instead of resting on his laurels.
His colleagues were there at the ti, and he couldn’t save face, so he talked back a few tis.
Since it wasn’t about taking his stepfather’s surna: “Then what is it…?”
“Wang Shanxi sounds good.”
Guan Zhengan: “…”
It was his fault; he had been too busy with work and had neglected his child’s education.
*****
The rain on Xianglin Temple mountain fell yesterday.
The rain at the foot of the mountain was late in coming.
Wen Changling was supposed to finish her shift at four-thirty, but the departnt unexpectedly received two terminally ill patients transferred from other hospitals. The attending physician issued new orders, and it was well past her off-duty ti by the ti she carried them out.
Leaving the hospital, Wen Changling called a cab. The weather in June is fickle, with a sudden gust of wind followed by a downpour. It was the rush hour peak, and due to the weather, there was heavy traffic congestion. What normally was a half-hour journey took an hour and a half today. It was already dark, and Wen Changling still hadn’t reached Lotus Pond Street. The taxi was stuck on Heyang Road, barely moving, slower than a turtle crawling.
She was familiar with this road, passing through it every day; her ho was not much further.
“Driver, I’ll get off at the intersection up ahead.”
The driver was happy to oblige; the area ahead was the old streets, where roads hadn’t been repaired for many years, causing even worse traffic. Moving the car was too slow, walking would be faster. Otherwise, once the car got in there, getting back out would be another challenge.
The driver unlocked the door: “Miss, there’s no umbrella in the car.”
“It’s okay, the rain has lightened up.”
Wen Changling got out of the taxi.
Heyang Road had several crossroads, and the first one was recognizable. But after turning into it, the old streets crisscrossed. The rain, troubleso as it was, grew more rampant seeing her without an umbrella.
What was even more troubleso was that the lanterns weren’t lit today, and now that it was dark, she couldn’t make out the patterns on the lanterns.
She was considering whether to call Xie Shang when her phone tily rang.
“You off work?”
“Just got off.”
Xie Shang asked her, “Where are you?”
She looked around for a landmark, and found one: “Wang Lao San Hardware Store.”
“Take a left at the sign that says no parking, walk for two hundred ters, then take another left at the next intersection,” Xie Shang directed her.
Just as Wen Changling was about to follow these instructions, Xie Shang’s voice ca through again: “Nevermind, find sowhere to take shelter from the rain and wait there for .”
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