Chapter 911: Chapter 910: Farewell
On the day Wen Lan left, the sky was azure, not a cloud in sight.
“No one is allowed to cry, don’t shake my resolute heart.”
Wen Lan laughed cheerfully as she hugged everyone, then waved decisively: “I’m off.”
With a relaxed deanor, it seed like she was just heading to the Beijing Suburb for so news, not venturing to foreign lands.
“Go on, go on.”
Mrs. Wen waved at her, trying her best to smile.
Wen Lan carried her backpack, suddenly wiped her face after a few steps, turned around, and knelt to Mr. and Mrs. Wen, solemnly bowing her head.
“Dad, Mom, your daughter has been unfilial.”
Tears welled in her eyes, her voice a bit shaky: “I will co back.”
She didn’t want to cry, she really didn’t.
But thinking of the future…
She couldn’t control it.
Mrs. Wen, who had held back tears for a long ti, could no longer restrain herself; tears stread down.
Mr. Wen’s eyes reddened too, he stepped forward and pulled Wen Lan up from the ground.
The old father, past fifty, had red eyes, but his mouth curved: “Alright, although your mom and I don’t have much insight, we know what you’re doing is significant. Sanya, don’t worry about ho when you’re out there. Take care of yourself… if sothing happens, don’t rush in, ho… ho still has dad and mom…”
He couldn’t continue, a spine never bent by life now slightly arched and trembled.
“Dad, I…”
Wen Lan looked at her father’s graying temples, eyes filled with endless guilt.
“Alright, go on.”
Mr. Wen cleared it decisively, waving his hand: “Go early, co back early.”
Wen Lan took a deep breath, took one last look at her parents, family, and good friends, gritted her teeth, and turned away.
She didn’t linger any longer, nor did she look back.
Just as she herself said, so truths need soone to uncover.
The plane took off, and the people staying at the airport looked up at the contrail pointing straight south, silent for a long ti.
At the end of the crowd, Feng Wei murmured to himself: “Xiao Lan, I’ll wait for you to co back.”
Beside him, Chang Shihong looked with resignation: “Chasing after you is really hard… but I won’t give up.”
After whispering what they wanted to say, they suddenly turned to look at each other.
That gaze seed to say: Could you not ss things up?
Their glaring persisted for a long while, until Feng Wei broke the stalemate first: “Are you going to Yi Country after graduation, too?”
Although Feng Wei really didn’t want to think along those lines, the inevitable reality was that Chang Shihong was also studying journalism.
Chang Shihong tugged at the corners of his mouth.
He could spin a tale that he would surely go, just to annoy Feng Wei.
However, he spoke the truth: “It’s not that easy, Xiao Lan can go not just because she’s from Peking University, but she’s published six important news pieces, and even went to the Southwest… after graduation, the most likely scenario is I’ll be assigned to a newspaper office.”
Many study journalism, but how many can actually go out there?
Listening to his candid words, Feng Wei raised a hand and patted Chang Shihong’s shoulder: “Not bad, at least you’re in the sa field as her, still with so possibility; I have none.”
He’s studying aircraft manufacturing, and his post-graduate destination is a research institute.
Feng Wei sighed softly, saying under his breath: “During my military service, I envied the Air Force, wanted to fly a plane, graduated from university and directly went to building planes… also counts as another fulfilled dream.”
“Well…” Suddenly, Chang Shihong felt a sense of mutual sympathy with Feng Wei, “Then we’re both pretty miserable.”
Others pursuing love either succeed or don’t.
As for them, pursuing, while the girl ran away.
Key point is, they both have reason to believe that Wen Lan still treats them like buddies!
…
After Wen Lan left, No. 88 Courtyard beca empty instantly.
The entire Wen family took a car ho that very evening, Lin Nianhe and Wang Shui saw them off, standing on the platform long still.
“Sister Shui, when are you moving back?”
Lin Nianhe looked at the empty railway, quietly asked.
Wang Shui looked ahead, answering with a question: “When are you getting married?”
“After graduation.”
“Then… move back first.”
Wang Shui absolutely could not live alone at No. 88 Courtyard.
This little courtyard carried too many of their mories and joys, and staying alone would be like grabbing her heart and squeezing hard.
The next day, they moved back to No. 88 Courtyard.
Before leaving, Eldest Sister Wen cleaned the house inside and out thoroughly.
Lin Nianhe tidied her clothes, subconsciously asked: “Sister Lan, what’s for lunch?”
Once spoken, she stunned herself.
Sister Lan would probably be gnawing on buns for lunch.
Wonder if she could have a bowl of hot soup.
…
Reluctantly facing it, but having to admit, Wen Lan’s departure fired the first shot of farewell.
However, what everyone didn’t expect was, the second person to say goodbye would be Sun Guanghui.
Sun Guanghui knocked on the courtyard gate of No. 88 Courtyard, coincidentally on the first day of Peking University’s winter break.
Wang Shui and Lin Nianhe were packing luggage, hearing the knock assuming it was Su Yuncheng.
But Feng Ling kept barking, clearly not soone familiar.
Wang Shui put down the clothes she was holding to open the door, amazed to see it was Sun Guanghui.
After their breakup, they hardly ever t again.
Now seeing each other, there was none of the initial tension or awkwardness.
Wang Shui smiled and asked: “Anything the matter?”
Sun Guanghui looked at her, pursed his lips, nodded: “I ca to say goodbye.”
“Uh…”
Wang Shui was montarily puzzled by the aning in his words.
Goodbye?
He’s studying dicine; surely he isn’t going to the battlefield too?
Sun Guanghui said: “I’m going to North Arica in a few days, to study; might… not be able to et for a long ti.”
He knew he would surely return, but didn’t know where she’d be when he did.
Wang Shui stared blankly at him, truly at a loss for words.
Sun Guanghui handed her a sowhat old gift box, softly said: “Let this be a farewell gift, wishing you success.”
Wang Shui subconsciously accepted the box, noticing it should be wrapping paper popular three years ago.
She guessed right; the present was bought by Sun Guanghui three years ago, just never had the chance to give it to her.
Sun Guanghui stepped back, smiling faintly at Wang Shui: “Then, I’m off.”
Wang Shui snapped back, silently responding after a mont: “Safe travels.”
“Mm.”
Sun Guanghui never brought up the past, because no apology could make up for it.
Nor did he speak of the future, because her days to co were destined to be unrelated to him.
He didn’t tell her his school address, perhaps thinking she wouldn’t write to him, perhaps not daring to hope.
She didn’t suggest staying in touch, knowing full well she definitely wouldn’t contact him.
He left.
Perhaps soday he will et another girl.
But never again would it be the one in front of the brigade office, crying and cursing him as an idiot.
The creeping vines’ leaves from back then had long turned to dust, scattered in the river of ti.
Reviews
All reviews (0)