Chapter 46: Reborn 1987 Chapter 46 Growth

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Protagonist:

Jiang Wenyu

Compared to when she arrived, Zhong Beiyue's eyes were still somewhat red, but her expression was no longer wooden.

Her face was calm; she didn't say another word to Li Chen, simply lifting her leg and walking out of the shop.

"Leaving?" Li Chen didn't look up either, calling out: "Come play again when you're free!"

Zhong Beiyue stood at the bottom of the steps, watching the crowd not far ahead that still hadn't dispersed; the evening light halo spread across everyone's shoulders, bringing waves of trance-like peace.

She stepped forward again and walked out of the Mall, returning along the original route.

Her mood was completely different, her state of mind also seeming to have undergone many subtle changes; that never-before-experienced mood and those thoughts made her impatient to do something.

She found her father at a certain place; by then the sky had gradually darkened.

"You're back." Zhong Xiansheng's gaze was as gentle as ever.

Zhong Beiyue looked at her father and said with incomparable calm: "Dad, I want to go home."

"..." Zhong Xiansheng was slightly stunned, not because his daughter suddenly said she wanted to go home, but because of that intimate address.

He finally smiled, ruffling his daughter's hair: "Alright, we'll go home tomorrow."

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Early the next morning, Zhong Xiansheng brought his daughter to Chema City's small bus station; he had originally wanted to call a car, but Zhong Beiyue suddenly said she wanted to take the coach, so the two of them came here to wait quietly.

Zhong Beiyue's demeanor was very quiet the entire morning, completely unlike her usual liveliness.

The bus arrived; they boarded and sat in the row of seats by the window. Zhong Xiansheng closed his eyes to rest as soon as he sat down; Zhong Beiyue sat on the inside, her gaze fixed on the not particularly captivating scenery outside the window.

There were still a few minutes before the bus would start; the seats weren't all filled. This coach had some years on it — from the outside it even looked somewhat faded. Although each row of seats wasn't dirty, one glance showed they were very old.

The attendant passed slowly down the aisle, collecting fares one person at a time; a zippered money pouch hung at his waist. He took crumpled bills from each passenger's hand, then slowly made change from the money pouch, calling out which stops this trip would make.

That rustic atmosphere inside the bus made Zhong Beiyue gradually lose herself in it.

She opened the window a crack; the autumn cool breeze blew through her temples, scattering her ponytail. She gently removed the very exquisite hair clip from her ponytail, and her hair instantly fell loose; her temperament also underwent an earth-shaking change in that instant.

The bus had two minutes before departure; her gaze was still fixed on the distance, and just then she suddenly saw a familiar figure running hurriedly toward this side.

She was slightly stunned; when the person got closer she finally recognized her — it was the same-aged girl she had run into yesterday, Wu Miaomiao.

A ripple instantly appeared on her calm face; judging by the direction Wu Miaomiao was running from, it seemed to be right below her own window.

Sure enough, Wu Miaomiao arrived outside the coach, standing right under Zhong Beiyue's window; because she had run too urgently she couldn't help panting heavily, sweat beading on her forehead.

Zhong Beiyue hurriedly threw the window wide open and leaned out, looking at Wu Miaomiao in puzzlement.

"You…"

Wu Miaomiao, having slightly caught her breath, smiled and looked up, then took out the plastic bag she had been holding in her arms, rose on tiptoe with force, and handed it up to her.

Zhong Beiyue froze for a moment, not reaching out immediately, while Wu Miaomiao's face wore that rich smile.

She finally took it subconsciously, opened it to look, and inside were bright red fruits she had never seen before, with some water droplets left from careful washing clinging to them.

Wu Miaomiao let out a breath, smiling: "I asked around for a long time before finding out you were at the station; glad I made it in time."

Zhong Beiyue stared at her blankly and said: "This is… what is this?"

Wu Miaomiao continued smiling: "There's a fruit tree behind my factory; it happened to bear fruit this year. Thinking you're from out of town, you definitely haven't tasted it, so I picked some and brought them over."

Zhong Beiyue immediately shook her head, asking in confusion: "No, that's not what I'm asking. I mean… why give them to me?"

Wu Miaomiao suddenly lowered her head slightly; her smile became faint, but her gaze remained ample, and she said: "Yesterday I did get angry for certain reasons, but thinking it over, maybe it's because our growing environments are different. Hearing you speak that way about my friend, I naturally got angry… but that's also because you don't understand us. I hope you can understand us more, understand this small city a bit more."