Chapter 3234 Shen Tianyu 634

Chi Ling closed her eyes and said, "I won't go to Yuan Shen's house. Send me to find my mother and my grandfather."

Qin Heng then snapped out of his thoughts and asked, "What did you just say?"

Chi Ling's lips twitched, her voice hardening with a forced bravado, "Take me to the hotel. My mother and grandfather have also come to Kyoto and are at the hotel."

"Which hotel?"

Chi Ling gave his name.

It's not far away.

Qin Heng floored the accelerator, and the car accelerated instantly, shooting forward like an arrow.

Chi Ling pursed her lips, inwardly cursing herself for impulsively confessing her feelings.

Last time, Zong Heng and his grandfather worked together to bring her and Shen Tianyu together, which was a legitimate reason. What about this time?

Was she too lonely?

Or is she too young?

A dozen minutes later, Qin Heng stopped the car and said, "We're here."

Chi Ling, however, did not move.

Through the windshield, her dark eyes stared blankly at the road ahead. She swallowed hard and said, "I was just joking with you. Don't take it seriously."

She sat in the passenger seat; she was small, with a pretty little face the size of a palm.

Its thin frame possesses a kind of tenacious strength and a peculiar sense of self-respect.

Qin Heng thought, after all, she's a girl.

It was really unreasonable of him to constantly criticize her all day.

He wanted to touch her head, but halfway through his outstretched hand, he withdrew it.

He said, "I never took it seriously. You never tell the truth; you always say the opposite of what you mean. If I said I liked you too, you would definitely laugh at me."

Chi Ling breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "There are advantages to having a good personality."

Look at him, he always knows how to give people a way out.

She turned her head and gave him a stiff smile. "Anyway, thank you."

A sunny smile appeared on Qin Heng's handsome face. "Don't go and kill Uncle Shangguan anymore. Live well and get a share of his property, isn't that better? Silly girl."

Looking at his excessively handsome face, Chi Ling thought to herself that she still hadn't seen enough of the world.

He called her a silly girl, and she couldn't bear to get off the bus.

This was his daily routine, but it was something rare for her.

She pushed open the car door and ran towards the hotel.

She only turned around after running into the hotel.

Where has Qin Heng's car gone?

They slipped away so fast!

She imagined him hugging her from behind, taking her out for New Year's Eve dinner, taking her to visit relatives and friends, laughing and joking with her, taking off his leather jacket for her to wear, watching movies with her, and touching her head—that was truly his daily routine.

She stood behind the hotel door for a long time before slowly walking forward.

She didn't take the elevator; she didn't want to see her mother and grandfather right now.

I sent my mother a message. She walked about a hundred meters ahead and then went around to the garden outside.

The cold wind is blowing.

Kyoto winters are so cold.

She sat down by the fishpond, wanting to cry, but also feeling foolish.

It's not worth crying over something so trivial.

She reached for her phone, intending to call Yuan Jinzhi, but after finding the number, she exited the app.

After thinking it over, she realized that she had no friends and no one to confide in.

I went through my entire contact list and suddenly found a very strange name: Heizi (Blackie).

After thinking for a moment, I remembered that the man's real name was Lian Jun, Yuan Jinzhi's childhood friend, and the one who tried to win Yuan Jinzhi's heart but failed.

Perhaps it was because they shared a similar plight, or perhaps she felt he wasn't the type to gossip, or maybe she felt he was the only one who wouldn't laugh at her.

Chi Ling pressed the number.

After a few rings, a strong male voice came from the phone, "Who is this?"

Chi Ling asked in a dry voice, "Hei Zi, are you alright?"

A beat too slow, Lian Jun recognized Chi Ling's voice and replied, "So-so, what about you?"

Although he was surprised that she would call him, he didn't ask.

Chi Ling said, "I'm ridiculous today."

"You mean you're very sad?"

Chi Ling lowered her eyes, staring at the thin ice that had formed on the fishpond, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm not sad, I'm just ridiculous."

"I was ridiculous too. It's okay, there's no right or wrong in loving someone. We're not losers, it's just that our fate with that person wasn't deep enough to be husband and wife. There will be regrets, but it won't be ridiculous."

"No, I'm just ridiculous. I confessed to someone else today and lost again."

Lian Jun paused for a moment, then said, "You're better than me. You still have the ability to like someone, but I don't anymore. I won't be thinking about relationships for the next three to five years."

Don't you think I'm ridiculous?

Lian Jun said, "That person must be very outstanding, outstanding enough to give you the courage to confess. That's bravery, not ridiculousness. Liking someone is the most beautiful thing in the world."

Chi Ling thought that people who read a lot are good at talking.

He made something that was originally ridiculous sound grand.

Hearing Lian Jun say again, "Do you want to cry? If you want to cry, then cry. I won't tell anyone. I'm a retired special forces soldier, and keeping secrets is my instinct."

Tears streamed down her face, and when she spoke again, Chi Ling's voice was three degrees lower, "Am I really that annoying?"

“Sometimes, but you are also very kind.” Lian Jun tried to find the kind aspects of her.

I suddenly remembered the earthquake disaster.

He said, "You were on the news during the earthquake relief efforts, and everyone praised you for being beautiful and kind-hearted."

Chi Ling's nose was red from the cold. "It was that news that made me a target, and that led to my stomach being cut open. Even now, the wound still hurts when it's cloudy or rainy."

Lian Jun quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I reminded you of something sad."

Can I still call you in the future?

"You're welcome anytime, as long as you trust me."

Chi Ling smiled through her tears, "The outside world is really complicated. Staying in the outside world for a long time will make your emotions complicated too."

Lian Jun paused for a moment, then said, "You've grown up. As people grow up, their emotions become more complex. When you're thirty, forty, seventy, or eighty, you'll have different insights into life."

"You are the only person besides my mother and grandfather who is willing to speak to me calmly."

"Jinzhi too."

Yes.

In the past few years, Yuan Jinzhi had always treated her well.

She used to think she was being hypocritical.

Only now do I understand that her tolerance towards her stemmed from the fact that she was her cousin, and she had always treated her with the care and understanding of an older sister, without any pretense.

After ending the call, Chi Ling's hands were already freezing cold.

She looked down at her crimson dress.

She loves red and stubbornly wears this particular dress; to be precise, she owns over a hundred similar styles.

The dress is pretty, but it lets in drafts everywhere. It would be fine to wear in her hometown of Miao Village, but in this freezing Beijing, the down jacket that Yuan Shenzhi bought for her is much warmer.

With trembling hands, she dialed Yuan Jinzhi's number.

Yuan Jinzhi answered immediately, her voice filled with anxiety, "Xiaoling, have you met with your mother and grandfather?"

Chi Ling's throat bobbed a few times, and she called out stiffly, "Sister."

Yuan Jinzhi's lips curved into a smile, and a tender look appeared in his eyes. "Sister."

Chi Ling's tears rolled down her cheeks again.

She raised her hand and wiped away her tears with the cold back of her hand, thinking to herself, "Why am I crying so much today?"

She wasn't like this before.

Chi Ling said, "When I said last night that I wanted to touch your little belly, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Yuan Jinzhi said gently, "I know, I've always known, you never intended to hurt me. You're just a little harsh with your words, but you're kind, wonderful, and lovely."

Chi Ling cried again.

She thought these well-read people were too good at being sentimental.

She had her stomach cut open that year, and the pain was excruciating, but she had never cried like this before.