Mo Siyu looked at Lian Qingyang, scrutinizing him closely. He bore no resemblance to Tang Yue, and his eyes, swollen like those of a giant panda, had robbed him of all his handsoness. Yet his true-hearted protection of Xiao Yue was evident, even to the extent of compromising with ng Yanzhi for her sake.
The fact that ng Yanzhi had injured Xiao Yue could not simply be overlooked.
Mo Siyu lowered his head, his dark eyes murky and unclear.
*
"What do you want from ? I don’t have money to cover your dical expenses," Yu Zhaodi said, looking at ng Yanzhi with a defensive face.
She had returned to school the day before, her hand wrapped up like a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), making it quite inconvenient during als, but having survived hardships from a young age, she wasn’t afraid of getting tired.
After finishing classes today, on her way back to the dormitory, she encountered ng Yanzhi and instinctively glanced at his abdon.
ng Yanzhi wore casual clothes, and if Yu Zhaodi hadn’t seen with her own eyes, she would hardly believe he was injured.
"Here, this is for you." ng Yanzhi handed her an envelope, saying, "I drank and drove, caused an accident, brought harm to your family. Afterwards..."
ng Yanzhi’s words faltered, unable to continue. He then asked, "With this knife, have you vented all your anger?"
"ng Yanzhi, what are you up to?" Yu Zhaodi gazed at ng Yanzhi, shocked as if she had seen a ghost. Could this be the sa ng Yanzhi who wouldn’t deign to glance at others?
This envelope...
Yu Zhaodi didn’t dare to take it; he had hard her father, and she wouldn’t let him get away with rely money.
ng Yanzhi solemnly said, "I can’t undo the past, but now, I am sincerely offering you an apology."
"Your apology is useless. My father is gone; no matter how much money you give, can you bring my dad back?" Yu Zhaodi scread at ng Yanzhi, tears welling up involuntarily at the thought of her father.
ng Yanzhi went silent, and after a long pause, finally said, "Inside here, there is a recomndation letter that can grant you an internship. You can earn a monthly wage of US$ 50 from it. It isn’t much, but it’s hard-earned money from your own efforts."
With those words, ng Yanzhi didn’t stay a mont longer and turned to leave.
Yu Zhaodi looked at the envelope lying on the stone beside her, her eyes reddening as she opened it. Inside was indeed a recomndation letter, from a well-known law firm in Jing City. To intern at a law firm was to learn a lot.
Such an opportunity was sothing everyone wanted desperately.
Yu Zhaodi took a deep breath, tempted to throw the referral letter away.
The letter fluttered to the grass. She turned to leave but after just a couple of steps, Yu Zhaodi stopped, turned back, and quietly picked up the envelope again.
ng Yanzhi was responsible for her father’s death, but now, even if he offered her a job, why shouldn’t she take it?
Her grandmother and brother at ho needed money. Although Tang Yue and Zhang Tingyu had developed quite a few inco sources, making life a bit better for grandma and brother, it still wasn’t enough.
She needed to earn even more money.
Yu Zhaodi clenched the referral letter tightly in her hand, thinking to herself: Even if he found her a job, she wouldn’t abandon her original goals.
*
ng Family.
The day after tomorrow, ng Yanzhi would be leaving the country. Mr. ng sat in his room, silent throughout.
After packing his things, ng Yanzhi had been yearning to see his grandfather. Alas, Grandpa ng refused to co out, denying him even the chance to speak.
ng Yanzhi settled at his grandfather’s door, pleading, "Grandpa, I’m leaving for abroad tomorrow, and I don’t know when I’ll be returning. Grandpa, please, see ."
"I want to see you, Grandpa," ng Yanzhi’s voice carried with it a plea.
"Grandpa, do you really dislike that much? So much so that you can’t even bear to face ?" ng Yanzhi spoke softly, for usually, Grandpa ng wouldn’t stand to see him this distressed, forgiving him after a while even when he caused trouble, out of pity for him being alone.
"Grandpa..." ng Yanzhi murmured, "I truly know I was wrong."
ng Yanzhi leaned against the door, his speech sporadic, but continuous.
Inside the room, Mr. ng was staring at a family portrait, lost in thought.
It was a family portrait taken last year. Mr. ng was smiling happily because both his son and grandson were with him. ng Jin stood next to him, dressed in a white shirt, his expression stern and unsmiling, while ng Yanzhi appeared joyous.
This three-person family portrait was sothing Mr. ng always treasured, sothing he’d look at whenever he missed his son.
In his ears, were the soft murmurs of ng Yanzhi admitting his wrongs, while Mr. ng’s face was covered in tears.
What a sin.
Mr. ng, with trembling hands and a fra of nothing but skin and bones, placed his hand upon ng Jin’s face in the portrait. Then, with a tremor, he retracted his hand and closed his eyes, tears slipping from the corners.
Xiao Jin, was I really wrong?
Mr. ng kept repeating this question to himself in his heart; his thoughts seed to drift back to when ng Yanzhi was seven years old.
He rembered, before ng Yanzhi turned seven, while Xiao Jin was not particularly close to Yanzhi, he at least sincerely treated him like a foster son. Those were probably the happiest days for Mr. ng, with his son ng Jin finally picking himself up and his grandson Yanzhi gradually growing up. Though not his own flesh and blood, to Mr. ng, after raising him for so many years, there was practically no difference.
It was in the year when ng Yanzhi turned seven that ng Jin beca cold towards him. An aunt who worked in their ho had a child, a little girl that was exceptionally cute, and ng Yanzhi teased her on purpose, going as far as to pull down her pants. The little girl, proud as she was, fought back desperately against ng Yanzhi, ending up bumping her head and cutting her face.
In the aftermath, ng Yanzhi refused to admit wrongdoing. Moreover, he bluntly said that he rely laid hands on a little girl; he had done nothing else to her. He believed that the injuries the girl suffered were her own doing, not his fault.
ng Jin, upon learning this, beca angry.
Afterwards...
Mr. ng took a deep breath. Back then, because of this incident, ng Jin even argued with him, saying he had spoiled ng Yanzhi too much, to the point where the boy could not discern right from wrong, nor understand the severity or scale of matters.
ng Jin claid that ng Yanzhi was too cold and selfish and asked Mr. ng to severely discipline him. But he couldn’t bear to punish his grandson. Because of this, ng Jin left for the border defense forces, and from then on, many years passed. Even when he occasionally returned, he would ignore his foster son ng Yanzhi, as if the boy was not ng Jin’s foster son but Mr. ng’s foster grandson.
That argunt still oft-floated through his mind, especially in these past few days when Mr. ng had recurring dreams. He wondered, if only he had agreed with ng Jin’s views back then and strictly disciplined ng Yanzhi, would they be spared of today’s disaster?
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