Chapter 479: Otherwise I Won't Feel Secure in the House

The cold wind bit to the bone, snowflakes drifted before the eyes one by one; it was the winter of 1997.

The small restaurant without air conditioning had its door closed, and the diners inside stood on tiptoe with their hands in their pockets, looking around, waiting for the hot dishes to be served.

"Juan'er, eat more meat." In the hazy steam of the food, looking at Li Weijuan, who was lowering her head to eat across from him, Chen Liang silently pushed the plate forward.

"Thanks." Li Weijuan picked up some food, eating while saying, her tone full of helplessness: "Chen Liang, how many times have I told you? It's impossible between us, impossible. Why don't you listen to reason?"

After mumbling for a long while, Chen Liang said: "Even if you won't date me, we're still from the same hometown, right? Can't I treat you to a meal?"

Li Weijuan sighed and rolled her eyes in annoyance. This kid had learned to be bad; she wouldn't come out, and he even threatened her, saying he would tell her roommates and Wang Yan and the others. She didn't want others to know, so she had no choice but to come. She ate the food angrily, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Chen Liang was also aggrieved; he had no other choice. If he didn't say that, Li Weijuan really wouldn't come out, so what could he do? He drank a mouthful of beer, let out a long breath, and said: "Let me tell you some good news. Last month I was promoted to team leader, and I have eight people under me. My salary wasn't over four hundred before, right? Now they've raised it by a hundred. Counting the overtime pay, if I have perfect attendance every month, I can earn six hundred a month.

I asked around; college students like you who just graduated and started working only make four hundred. As long as I work hard, I'll definitely be able to become a big team leader, managing dozens of people, and then I'll be able to earn seven or eight hundred. Juan'er, believe me, I'll definitely be able to earn more and more in the future."

Li Weijuan looked at him in annoyance, not wanting to hit him too hard, but she was really annoyed, so she finally said something stinging: "I'll tell your boss right now; it won't take until tomorrow, you'll have to pack up and leave tonight. Tell me, how much will you be earning then?"

No more words, because this was indeed the truth. Chen Liang was a member of the tea drink factory, especially an old employee who went there half a year after the factory opened. He had experienced the rapid progress of these two years. The large open space of the original factory had all been covered with production workshops. Workers were being recruited more and more; he could be promoted to team leader because there were too many new employees, and it was his turn to move up. The trucks loading goods every day could line up for a mile outside the factory, one after another. In addition, the original beverage production line had been moved to a new factory, which was larger and had more people.

It had even reached the point where many employees had nowhere to live. The manager said that to solve the accommodation problem, they were buying houses everywhere, and also said that they might move the whole thing in two years, build their own factory buildings, and plan dormitory buildings at that time. He heard that it wouldn't be the current bunk beds, with many people in one room, but maybe one person per room, or at most three, and they could provide separate houses for married couples, and children's schooling problems could also be solved. Anyway, the future was very bright, and he was quite looking forward to it.

He knew even better that a person like him was really dispensable to that tall, young boss. After all, for a team leader like him, there were hundreds of people in the two factories combined; one more wasn't much, and one less wasn't much.

After a long silence, he said: "I know you like Wang Yan; I admit he's indeed rich and capable. He's so young, two years younger than me, yet he has such a large industry and thousands of workers. Not to mention you, if I were a woman, I'd want to marry him too. But Juan'er, not to mention whether he can fancy you, just say he can—do you think he's really a good person? Rich people are all bad, all keep mistresses, keep side chicks. That guy surnamed Zhang in our county, how big is his business? He keeps four women. Like Wang Yan, who is richer and younger, what do you think he's like?"

"What does it have to do with you what I'm like? Chen Liang, to tell you the truth, I'm actually not afraid of you telling others about us. Isn't it just losing face? Although I really don't want to, it's really no big deal. Even if I don't think about Wang Yan, it's impossible for me to be with you, understand?"

Li Weijuan didn't look at his expression, lowering her head to continue eating, but just as she picked up a piece of meat to her mouth, she suddenly raised her head, not bothering to chew, and swallowed it whole: "You said that about Wang Yan—do you know something?"

Seeing Chen Liang gulping down beer and refusing to answer, she glared at him: "Chen Liang, tell me the truth, do you know something?"

Chen Liang put down the beer bottle, ate some food, and looked at Li Weijuan, who was eager to know and about to explode because he wouldn't speak. He sighed: "I saw it by accident too. Don't tell Wang Yan, or I'll really have to pack up and leave."

"Are you going to say it or not?"

"Although he doesn't go to the factory often, when you are on winter and summer break, he occasionally comes over to see the situation. It was in these two years that I saw him bring two women over one after another, hugging their arms intimately, and one was better looking than the other. I was very familiar with one of them, and after thinking for a long time, I remembered. Didn't I go to your school to find you when I first came to Jin Ling? That day you came back with your three roommates."

Chen Liang was certain: "It was the one with long hair. I definitely didn't see it wrong."

"The one with long hair?" Li Weijuan's brain turned rapidly. She had a small perm then, her hair like a bird's nest; Zheng Wei liked ponytails; Zhu Xiao Bei had short hair at that time, so it could only be... She instantly locked onto the target: "What? Ruan Guan? Impossible! Are you telling the truth?"

"Could I lie to you? Absolutely true, I couldn't have seen it wrong. Your roommate is so beautiful; who wouldn't look twice? The other woman had a ponytail and was no worse than your roommate; I remember she had fangs, also very beautiful. Why say rich people are bad? They just ruin good girls. Your roommate, looking so quiet, who could have thought she could be like this? But I guess she might have been deceived too; after all, someone like Wang Yan is just attractive."

"Alright, stop talking. That's your boss; calling him Wang Yan this, Wang Yan that—do you want to keep your job or not?" Li Weijuan glared at him in annoyance, took out the wallet she had been using for two years from her pocket, took out some money, and put it on the table: "You know I don't have money; this is all there is, add some more if it's not enough. Chen Liang, I'll say it one last time: don't come looking for me again. I'm not joking; tell whoever you want to tell. That's it, I'm leaving."

After speaking, regardless of what he said, she got up and left.

Chen Liang looked at the table full of food and the twenty yuan placed there, picked up the beer at hand, and gulped it down. Putting down the empty bottle heavily, he wiped the corner of his eye: "Boss, bring me two more beers. No, don't want beer, bring me a bottle of white liquor."

The boss knew that from now on, there was one more heartbroken person in the world...

It was already dark. After washing up and cleaning the battlefield, she lay back on the bed. To prevent catching a cold, Li Weijuan pulled over a thin summer quilt and covered only her navel, leaving the rest of her bare body exposed. She didn't mind the heat, lying lazily in the embrace she had longed for.

"When Chen Liang told me, I didn't believe it. Ruan Guan, what a good girl. At the time, I thought, it must be that you and Shi Jie didn't get together, and she was worried about Zheng Wei's relationship, so she hid it from us and started a secret affair with you, or else you deceived her and were two-timing. But later, I tested it many times, and after observing, I found that she knew about you and Shi Jie, and she was still willing to be with you without name or status under such circumstances.

I wanted to find you at the time, but later I didn't dare. This dragged on until now; if I don't say it, I won't have a chance. Whether you want me or not, I have to say it, otherwise I'll regret it to death later. Now I can be considered satisfied. Although I'm a virgin and haven't been with other men, I think very few people can compare to you in this regard; you're really a big animal. From now on, I won't pester you; if you miss me, come, and if you don't, it doesn't matter. I'll definitely be honest and absolutely won't flirt with others."

Li Weijuan sighed and looked up at Wang Yan: "Don't be narrow-minded; if Chen Liang hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known about you and Ruan Guan, and I wouldn't have been able to make such a big decision. Although Chen Liang and I had a thing, nothing happened all these years. He works honestly to earn money, and later he can find a wife, get married, have children, and settle down in Jin Ling. You've always been generous; it's not worth it to hold a grudge against him for this little thing."

Regardless of figure or appearance, Li Weijuan is quite good. Of course, she can't compare to Ruan Guan or Shi Jie, and she's inferior to a crowd of other celebrities, but at least she's better than many ordinary people. And she's open-minded, willing to cooperate—very good, very comfortable. If he cultivates her a bit more and practices a few special skills, it will be even more comfortable in the future.

As for Li Weijuan's future, following him, Wang Mou, is better than being the wife of a fifty-something-year-old man in the future and raising two sons. First, that old man is old and not good at it. Second, when he, Wang Mou, reaches that age, very few people will be richer than him. This can be considered helping others find happiness, and this happiness is mutual—willing to give and willing to take—very good.

He habitually played with the big treasure, pinching it flat and rubbing it round, changing its shape: "Since you know, then you're saying all this for nothing."

"No, rich people have dirty hearts. You're keeping three now, so you're not much better. Look at you smiling now, but with just a casual word, Chen Liang would have to get out. I'd better say it."

"I'm such a big boss? Is it worth it to hold a grudge against a small team leader?" Wang Yan shook his head, using a little force on his hand as a lesson, and said: "What do you plan to do in the future?"

"Isn't this something you should arrange? Why ask me what I'm going to do? Whatever you say, that's what it is."

"I don't have such a wide reach, and I don't have any requirements. Whatever you like to do, go do it; whatever makes you happy, do it. No need to worry about money, but you should always have something to do; otherwise, as time goes by, a person will be wasted."

Li Weijuan nodded and pondered: "How about I go to Shanghai? The job is all set, and doing some work is quite good. Besides, in Jin Ling, who knows when I'll run into Ruan Guan. Although I'm not afraid of being found out, you say we're all good sisters in the same dorm; this situation is really too awkward."

"You'll have to know eventually."

"Then let's talk about it when that day comes!"

Wang Yan nodded: "Alright, then you go to Shanghai. I have some business over there too; after a while, I'll go over and buy you a house."

"Buy me a house? In my name?"

"Of course, the household registration will also be moved over together."

Li Weijuan shivered, turned over, kissed Wang Yan on the mouth, and reached out to grab little Wang: "Come, one more time."

"Enough, enough, it's the first time, what's the rush? It's all swollen; there's plenty of time in the future, hurry up and settle down. Hey, still looking for trouble? Let me tell you, in a while, even if you want to stop, it'll be hard."

"Oh, just hurry up, otherwise I won't feel secure in the house."

Looking at her serious expression, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, pressing her head down...

How sensible. Although she kept saying it was for money, once she slept well, this girl didn't mention a word about money. She didn't say she wanted to stay in Jin Ling and hold a position in Long Teng Tea Drinks, nor did she ask for this or that. She very thoughtfully went to Shanghai herself and even wanted to work. When she first went, she had to work on the construction site; there was no such good thing as sitting in an office.

Comfortable, worry-free, reassuring, very good...

The next day, Wang Mou, of course, got up early full of energy to exercise—proper exercise. He couldn't do improper exercise even if he wanted to; Li Weijuan was paralyzed on the bed, dying. Wang Yan fed her bit by bit. Being sore all over was one thing; besides, her hand was cramping, her mouth was swollen, and her legs could only be spread apart.

It wasn't that Wang Yan didn't cherish her, but Li Weijuan wanted it herself. Because the goals were different and the requests were different, the only thing she could offer was herself, so she worked very hard. It was normal to have today's pain.

After breakfast, Wang Yan carried the immobile Li Weijuan to the living room, let her lie comfortably there to watch TV, and he himself got a book and sat to the side to read slowly.

"Your industry is so big; if you have something to do, go get busy, don't worry about me." Li Weijuan was more considerate than Ruan Guan. Although the essence was different, the performance was about the same.

"Nothing to be busy with. Otherwise, how do you think I got the business to where it is today when I was in college? Now the company already has a set of mature models; they know what to do and how to do it. I only have two things to do: one is to decide the future development direction, formulate phased goals, and long-term goals. The other is to be clear about rewards and punishments for the specific people responsible for execution during the process of achieving the goals, and carry out corresponding personnel transfers."

Li Weijuan nodded as if she understood, looking around the house boredly, because she hadn't looked closely yesterday since they got straight to the point: "I remember the year we first started college, during the New Year, Xiao Bei said you bought a house here. Is this the one?"

"No, a house doesn't cost much money; I bought quite a few."

"Look at you talking like you're buying vegetables. Do Ruan Guan and Shi Jie both have one?"

"Yeah, they've had them for a long time. When Chen Liang came a few years ago, didn't I take you all to a residential area to drive? That building upstairs is Shi Jie's house. Ruan Guan's house isn't far either; they're all near our school."

"So you were afraid of being discovered by Ruan Guan and the others, so you brought me to this house?"

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "I just didn't want to sleep with other women in the houses that belong to them. If it were you, you wouldn't be happy either, right?"

"Yeah, it would indeed be uncomfortable. But I would join..."

Li Weijuan was having trouble moving, but she was still laughing and joking. So sometimes, some things only have zero and countless. As long as there is a start, the rest is much easier to accept.

"I'll satisfy you when there's a chance."

Seeing her smiling face suddenly retract and turn into a forced smile, Wang Yan patted her leg: "That smile is very ugly, I'm teasing you, don't worry. If you don't agree, could I force you?"

Li Weijuan let out a breath and sighed: "But honestly, you're really a big animal, I really can't handle it myself..."

He had added physical fitness before, and all aspects of his functions were strengthened; he was indeed very fierce. Wang Yan didn't respond, continuing to read the book in his hand.

It was quiet for a while when the phone on the coffee table rang. He picked it up, took a look, and answered: "Hello? Hello?"

"Brother Wang, it's me, Zhang Kai. Isn't this the thing you said yesterday..."

"Isn't it just money? Look at you stuttering. It's something I promised you, and it's a joint venture; what are you embarrassed about?" Wang Yan smiled: "Where are you? I'll go to the bank to take out the money and send it to you."

"Where could I be? In the dorm, of course. I went to the School of Computer Science early in the morning. The seniors have all found jobs and won't work for free for us. I found a few juniors and contracted the work for a thousand yuan. It's just that they have to go to the school's computer room to do it, which is inconvenient, and it will take half a month to finish. You didn't see it; those kids were so happy. Calling me Brother Zhang one after another, very enthusiastically."

"Alright, just wait, I'll be there in a while, we'll talk when we meet."

"Alright."

The phone hung up. Wang Yan turned to look at Li Weijuan, and before he could speak, he saw her waving her hand and saying: "I knew you were looking after Old Zhang the moment I heard; otherwise, how could you possibly partner with him to start a business? Go, go, Old Zhang must be anxious now. By the way, bring me some meat when you come back; I need to replenish."

"I'll make it for you when I get back, stew an old hen, home-made medicinal diet, absolutely great for replenishment."

"Waiting for you, honey~~" Li Weijuan threw a flirtatious look, her voice twisting and turning.

A slap on her butt brought a coquettish cry, and Wang Mou laughed and went out...

Driving downstairs, he soon arrived at the school and drove all the way to the boys' dorm. People coming and going who recognized him looked at the black Santana in surprise, wanting to say hello but not daring to come forward. Everyone knew Wang Yan was awesome, but having just graduated for two days, driving a Santana that looked very new was indeed a bit too awesome. The price of the Santana had dropped a bit in these two years, but it was still 150,000 to 170,000, still something ordinary people couldn't even dream of.

Wang Yan, of course, didn't care about that. He got out of the car with a kraft paper bag, still greeting people he knew as usual. When someone asked, he answered modestly. Actually, he could have hidden it, but there was really no need. It was just people being surprised now; after a few years, when car prices plummeted, he would still be driving this car, and they would be even happier then.

Since he was idle, giving his classmates something to laugh about and adding some color to their repressed lives could be considered doing a good deed. People watched him for fun, and he watched the fun of those watching him for fun. Although it was a low-level hobby, everyone was happy, which was quite good.

When he got upstairs, Zhang Kai was lying on the bed with his limbs spread, putting his feet on the table by the window, smoking a cigarette, and humming a little tune.

"Quite carefree, Zhang Zong?"

"Oh, Chairman Wang is here? Sit, sit, my humble abode is simple, don't laugh at me." Zhang Kai flipped up and looked at Wang Yan... and the kraft paper bag in his hand with a smile.

"There, ninety thousand."

Catching the thrown kraft paper bag, Zhang Kai opened it and took a look, then hurriedly put the bag down, ran to the dorm door, poked his head out to look left and right, then closed the dorm door and locked it. Only then did he trot back to sit at the table, pour out all the money in the bag, look at the nine stacks of money bundled with paper bands, smile at Wang Yan, press his thumb against the first joint of his index and middle fingers, put it to his mouth, spit on it, and start counting the money one by one.

"They've all been counted, not a single one missing."

"I don't trust it. Oh, don't interrupt, let's talk after I finish counting."

Wang Yan shook his head amusedly, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, watching him count the money seriously with a dazed look...

"Hey, have you heard? Wang Yan drove a car back."

"Which Wang Yan?"

"The one who just graduated from the Architecture Department with a double degree, and is also a graduate student in Architecture. The car is parked downstairs in the boys' dorm; heard it cost 150,000 or 160,000."

"Is it his? Not borrowed from someone to show off?"

"Can you borrow it? Something worth over 100,000, borrowed just like that? Isn't that also his ability?"

Ruan Guan, Zheng Wei, and Zhu Xiao Bei were walking on the campus, listening to the things the few people who had just passed by were talking about. Zheng Wei was stunned for a moment: "Were they talking about Wang Yan just now?"

"Seems like it." Zhu Xiao Bei nodded.

"What did they say just now? Wang Yan drove a car back?"

Ruan Guan nodded: "Seems like it."

Zheng Wei turned around on the spot and chased after the few male students who had just passed by in a few steps: "Hey, classmate, did you just say Wang Yan drove a car back?"

"Yeah, the car is parked downstairs in the boys' dorm, said he came back to find Zhang Kai. Aren't you all quite close? You don't know either?" Obviously, this person knew them.

"Hi, we've graduated, who knows about anyone else? Thanks, I'll go see the fun and ask what's going on." Zheng Wei waved her hand, turned around, and walked back to Ruan Guan and the other two: "Heard it all? Only been gone for a day, and Old Wang is already driving a car? Let's go, let's go find them and hang out for a while."

"Yeah, have to go see. Such a big thing, and we didn't know a single bit of news?"

"Exactly, Old Wang is not decent, hiding things from us."

Ruan Guan and Zhu Xiao Bei nodded repeatedly, each one better at pretending than the other.

Soon, the three arrived downstairs at the boys' dorm, surrounding the black Santana together, looking left and right, touching it here and poking it there. After seeing the rarity, they entered the dorm building.

"In broad daylight, and it's so hot, yet they closed the door. These two definitely didn't do anything good."

Arriving on the third floor, Zheng Wei pushed the door but couldn't push it open. She turned to Ruan Guan and the other two and said a sentence, then started knocking on the door with a "bang, bang, bang": "Old Wang, Old Zhang, open the door, what bad things are you two doing inside?"

As soon as the words fell, the door was opened. Zheng Wei squeezed in headfirst, looked at Zhang Kai, who was putting on his clothes, and turned her head with a look of disgust: "You two aren't, are you? No need to go that far, right?"

Without Wang Yan explaining, Zhang Kai hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't, we're both proper men, no Longyang hobbies. Isn't this discussing future big events? Those are all commercial secrets; if they were heard by others and they went to do it before us, how much would we lose? Of course we have to close the door and keep it secret."

Zheng Wei looked him up and down scrutinizingly: "Then why are you in such a hurry to put on your clothes?"

"No, Zheng Wei, are you sick? I'm in my own dorm, it's so hot, of course I'll be as cool as possible. Go to the side, I don't want to see you." Zhang Kai pushed Zheng Wei to the side and immediately smiled: "Come, Ruan Guan, Xiao Bei, don't stand at the door, hurry in and sit. Is this the first time you've been to the boys' dorm? It's all empty now, not as warm as before."

A pure pigsty, and he has the nerve to say it's warm. Zheng Wei was speechless.

The few sat scattered to the side. Zheng Wei expressed her surprise first: "Not bad, Old Wang, really couldn't tell. Not even two days after graduation, and you're already driving a car?"

"Nothing to be surprised about, bought it two years ago."

"Then why didn't you drive it to school earlier?"

"I'm low-key, didn't want to give my classmates too much pressure, and didn't want people looking at me like a monkey all day." Wang Yan glanced at Zhang Kai, who was looking downstairs by the window: "Alright, it's just a car, Zhang Zong, you'll be driving a Mercedes-Benz with a driver later."

"I'll go take the driver's license test in two days; can I borrow your car to enjoy it then?"

"Small matter." Wang Yan turned to look at Zhu Xiao Bei to the side: "Have you prepared for the postgraduate entrance exam? Do you need me to introduce you to someone?"

"Yeah, I was just looking for you. Help me find a good professor. It's just that I'm only thinking about the postgraduate exam now; if I had taken it last year, I would have been studying directly this year. Wasted half a year."

"It's fine, just settle down a bit more, no need to rush." Wang Yan didn't care at all. After all, Zhu Xiao Bei's conditions were there; what she had to consider was how to spend the time without worrying about her livelihood, which was a question worth thinking about.

Many things were said on the day of drinking, and there was nothing else to talk about now. He still chattered on about future things. There was still someone hungry and waiting outside, so Wang Yan didn't talk to them for too long and left in the car. He went to buy a mobile phone and a card for Li Weijuan, and also bought some clothes, shoes, and toiletries, and finally took a stroll through the vegetable market before returning to the house to have a two-person world with Li Weijuan...

The sun set, the summer wind blew, the willows swayed, and the sultry summer night finally had coolness. During this good time, the students all went for a stroll after dinner to relax their bodies and minds. On the playground, some walked quickly in groups of three or five, some ran for their lives with big strides, and others were still fighting in the dark playing soccer, shouting loudly for the ball.

On the bleachers by the playground, Zheng Wei, wearing a long skirt, had her legs spread, her arms supporting her body leaning back, her two feet swaying, first inward, then outward. Beside her was Lin Jing, who was sitting with his legs crossed and smoking a cigarette. The two didn't say a word, watching the students on the playground.

After a long silence, Zheng Wei spoke in a low voice: "How long have we known each other?"

"Counting from when you started remembering things, it's seventeen years. Counting from when I started remembering things, it's twenty-two years."

"Might as well say we've known each other since I was born, that's simpler." Zheng Wei shook her head and sighed: "Do you know? Back when I was a sophomore in the second semester, when I was eating with Ruan Guan, Wang Yan, and the others, I knew you were faking drunkenness."

"I know, so you struggled for a year before being with me, and after being together, you repeatedly refused my requests to stay over."

"I thought we were true love."

You just wanted to sleep with me... Lin Jing understood. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, the scarlet light of the cigarette butt illuminating his cold face, exhaling the smoke that had circulated through his lungs, and said: "If it's true love, everything is natural, so it's not love enough."

Another silence. Zheng Wei said: "When we were first together, I was especially happy, you know? I liked you for twenty years and finally achieved a positive result. At that time, I felt my life was perfect, the kind where I wouldn't have any regrets even if I died immediately. But later, gradually, I found that you were different from what I imagined, and I felt you were especially... strange? Like I had to get to know you all over again, unable to overlap with the impression I originally had of you."

The person you admire shines in your eyes, but only when you really get close do you realize the mess hidden under the radiance. Zheng Wei likes Lin Jing; more of it is a persistent obsession from liking him for many years. In the process of chasing him for so many years, she unconsciously mythologized Lin Jing, and he had become a kind of faith, a perfect god. Obviously, no one is perfect.

Liking is a mysterious feeling, originally ethereal. Its origin can also be very simple: a smile, a turn, a greeting—it's the joy when seeing, the longing when not seeing.

Today, Zheng Wei doesn't know why she likes Lin Jing, or what she likes about Lin Jing; she knows she doesn't like Lin Jing now, and has no feeling at all.

"You are also different from what I imagined."

"I'm not the little girl who only knows how to follow behind your butt anymore."

"And I'm not the big brother who was in front of you anymore. So..."

"You're not going to Shanghai anymore?"

"Let's break up!"

"I knew you'd say it first." Zheng Wei said with a crying voice; she didn't want to cry originally...

"I had thought this day would come, just waiting for you to speak. If we are together in appearance but not in heart, it's better to separate. Since it's reached this point, there's nothing to hesitate about. Actually, this time is quite good; you've just graduated and are about to welcome a new life. Now you have no worries and can start light—it's really quite good."

"Yeah, quite good..."

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

Lin Jing nodded: "I'm still going to Shanghai; I didn't lie to you, there are indeed more opportunities there. We've broken up, but we're still friends who have known each other for more than twenty years; call me if you need anything."

"Yeah."

"Leaving, take care of yourself." Lin Jing crushed the cigarette butt, reached out and messed up Zheng Wei's ponytail, waved his hand, jumped down the bleachers step by step, gradually disappearing into the darkness, never to be seen again.

Zheng Wei finally cried out loud. She didn't know why she was crying; maybe it was for the youth that had passed, maybe it was for the relationship she had chased for many years only to end hastily after being together, maybe it was for the parting of her good sisters, maybe it was for the past four years, maybe it was for the uncertain future.

She didn't know why she was crying, but so what?

Just cry... ===== CHAPTER 480 =====