Song Shize and Ruan Ruan were together, such a "universal celebration" kind of good news, of course, called for a gathering.
When they ca back it wasn’t even five o’clock yet, Qingran was forcefully dragged out to eat by Ruan Ruan, even Li Qingmo who was sticking around at ho was called out by Xie Ying’an.
The two siblings both had no chance to study, now Qingran had nothing to say.
Ma Qingsheng raised his glass to Song Shize, cheerily saying flattering words: "Congratulations, Brother Ze, congratulations on becoming single again and again and again."
Song Shize’s face showed not a trace of happiness, he just raised his glass and gulped down the wine.
Wu Zixian quietly observed Ruan Ruan’s reaction.
Fortunately, Ruan Ruan didn’t really like Song Shize; she didn’t care about his attitude, she just wanted to irk him, and as long as Song Shize was upset, she felt delighted.
No matter what, Qingran couldn’t stop Ruan Ruan, who still ended up drinking a couple of glasses, saying: "Today I am happy."
A bewildered Li Qingmo took a long ti to process, then looked at Ruan Ruan: "Started dating early?"
Ruan Ruan pressed her lips together and laughed: "Haha, no, I’ve raised a pet."
Pfft! The wine in Song Shize’s mouth sprayed all over Ma Qingsheng’s face.
Ma Qingsheng wiped his face and dared not say anything, just quietly stayed a bit further from his Brother Ze.
Across from Xie Ying’an, Li Qingmo looked at Qingran, his words carrying a warning tone: "Li Qingran, I don’t care if others date early, but if you dare, I’ll break your legs!"
Xie Ying’an rarely agreed with him: "You should listen to your brother on this."
Qingran really wanted to scoff; according to the plot in the book, both of them had been in relationships before graduation. They were the last people who had any right to talk about her.
Song Shize kept forcing Xie Ying’an to drink, calling out "Brother" every ti he raised his glass, God knows what he ant.
"Congratulations!" Xie Ying’an was quite cooperative, not refusing any drink from Song Shize, even showing a sowhat cheerful mood.
Song Shize had soaked in the wine jar for years, knew clearly how much he could drink, Qingran was a bit worried about Xie Ying’an drinking too much, she quietly tugged at the corner of his shirt under the table.
Xie Ying’an looked down at her.
His dark eyes reflecting the light, seed unusually bright.
He seed to have guessed Qingran’s concern, his lips slightly raised, and he hoarsely said: "It’s alright."
The light aroma of alcohol mixed with the hint of mint was surprisingly seductive, Qingran quickly turned her head away, looking at Ruan Ruan who was again reaching for the wine bottle.
Dealing with such a troubleso kid, she really had to take on the worries of an old mother!
The group felt sothing was a bit off in the atmosphere, they didn’t hang out too late, breaking up around eight-thirty.
Queen-like Ruan Ruan commanded Song Shize: "Take ho."
Song Shize rolled his eyes, scoffed, and said firmly: "Alright then."
Ma Qingsheng: "..."
Wu Zixian: "..."
This is definitely not my Brother Ze!!!
Song Shize had called his family’s driver early, he and Ruan Ruan got into the car together, waving goodbye to Qingran and others.
Xie Ying’an’s family driver also arrived, Qingran and Li Qingmo went back with him.
By the ti they got ho, it wasn’t even nine o’clock, Li Qingmo crashed on the sofa browsing his phone.
After bathing, Qingran holed up in her room doing howork; the teachers from various subjects did not reduce the howork despite their excursion.
Maybe after getting ho, Ruan Ruan kept sending texts bombarding Qingran, who absolutely had no ti to check her phone.
At ten o’clock, Li Qingmo knocked on the door outside Qingran’s room.
He still used the guise of delivering milk, glanced at the tests Qingran was working on, and advised: "Don’t write too late, there’s still class tomorrow."
Busy Qingran looked up and took the milk, casually asking Li Qingmo: "Brother, have you finished your howork?"
Li Qingmo responded animatedly: "Of course, what else would I be doing at ho all day."
Qingran handed the empty glass back to him, continued to furiously scribble: "Please close the door when you leave, I need to work on my howork, thanks!"
Li Qingmo: "You’re going to turn into a bookworm like this."
Qingran ignored him, her pen tip swiftly moving across the draft paper.
She had been working on three exam papers until after eleven o’clock, finally feeling the urge to cry without tears.
——
The moon hung like a bright mirror on the branches of the trees.
Ji Yanchen held his mobile phone and sat by the window, unmoving for a long ti.
The room was dark; the moonlight stread through the window, casting its glow on the young man’s handso features, making his eyes seem like a beautiful painting, ethereal and stunning.
Suddenly, the mobile phone screen lit up, and a WeChat notification sound broke the silence of the quiet room.
He snapped back to reality and looked down at his phone.
At this hour, Ji He was still awake, sending him a ssage.
Ji He: God Ji, are you asleep?
The ssage wasn’t from the person he wanted to hear from, so Ji Yanchen couldn’t be bothered to reply.
Knowing God Ji, Ji He was sure he hadn’t gone to bed yet, so he quickly sent another ssage, wanting to make sure God Ji would see it before potentially ignoring his ssages. He got straight to the point.
Ji He: Junior Sister went on a spring outing today.
Ji He: I have a photo.
Ji He: Want to see it, God Ji?
After sitting still for a long ti, Ji Yanchen finally reacted, tapping on his phone screen a few tis.
Ji: Send it.
Ji He promptly sent a picture.
Ji Yanchen clicked to view it.
In the photo, the young girl was wearing a white shirt and had her hair in a bun, smiling at so unknown place. The sunlight bathed her face, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
His fingers brushed over the girl’s face in the photo, and unconsciously, his lips also curved into a smile.
Youth, sunshine, beauty — these things lded together in her, always making him inevitably yearn for them.
He wished to keep these things he never had permanently by his side, yet always worried about his unworthy self, like muddied water, how could he deserve them?
Startled, he withdrew his hand, watching the phone screen gradually dim, the charming face of the girl disappearing into the darkness.
Ji He persisted, still sending ssages.
Ji He: God Ji, did you see it?
Ji He: There are many more on the school forum, but as you instructed, I’ve already deleted all posts about Junior Sister.
Ji He: I always knew Junior Sister was beautiful, but I never expected her to look so stunning in her own clothes.
Ji Yanchen’s gaze fell on the word "beautiful," pausing for a mont before sending another ssage to Ji He.
Holding his phone, Ji He saw the ssage from God Ji just now, and felt an urge to cry without tears.
Ji: Delete those from your phone too.
What’s the use of deleting the photos from his phone? God Ji can stop him, but can he stop everyone else?
Forget it, he thought, he’s just a mortal, why bother with God Ji? Their thoughts aren’t even on the sa level.
After sending all the photos of Li Qingran to Ji Yanchen, Ji He deleted them all from his album.
He didn’t forget to send a screenshot to God Ji to show his deed.
Ji He: Pictures, look God Ji, I’ve deleted them all.
There was no response on the other end.
Sighing in resignation, Ji He put down his phone, lay on his bed, and prepared to sleep.
He thought: Ever since eting Junior Sister, God Ji has changed a bit. One can’t gain everything in an instant; given their young age, let’s take it slow.
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