bayedsolid Chapter 396 I'm Not Going With You
Chapter 396 I'm Not Going With You
It was something that Lin Qingping seemed to have seen before.
It was something she had forgotten in her memory, something that had been separated by two lifetimes.
She crouched down, intending to pick the things up.
But at the same time she squatted down and reached for it, there was another hand.
Moreover, that hand was faster than her.
As she went to pick up her shoes and clothes, that hand had already gathered the entire bundle into his grasp.
She gained nothing.
There were moments of panic.
But in an instant, I felt relieved.
She did it herself; is she going to lie and cover it up?
Meaningless.
No matter how foolish or absurd she may have been, she was still herself, not someone else.
What he thinks is his business and his freedom; she has no right to impose her thoughts on another person.
She didn't move or speak again, but just watched Gu Juncheng as he took things out of the bundle one by one and examined them.
First, there were those cloth shoes.
When Yu Chengzhi came to the countryside, his shoes were worn so that his big toes were sticking out. She was so naive and felt sorry for him. Even though her own family didn't have much money, she tore off her own clothes and made him two pairs of shoes. He wore them every day. One of them is the pair in front of us. They are very old and the uppers have faded.
However, the stitching is excellent; both the shoes and the clothes in the bundle are exquisitely and meticulously crafted.
Gu Juncheng looked at the shoes, then at the clothes, and finally picked up the letters.
The envelope had turned yellow and the words on it were quite blurred, but you could still make out that it was her handwriting, neatly written: To Comrade Yu Chengzhi.
He held the letter in his hand, squeezed it several times, but ultimately didn't unfold it. He put it back and rewrapped the entire bundle.
"Did you do this?" he asked.
"Yes." She didn't deny it, but the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, so bright that it made her eyes blurry and she couldn't see his face clearly.
"Did you write the letter too?"
"Yes." But it had been so long, so long that she couldn't even remember what was written in the letter.
"Lin Qingping." He called her name, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.
She didn't answer, but blinked so she could see his face clearly.
The lines on his face were indeed as cold and hard as his voice.
"I believe you, but I won't read it." His expression seemed to say that he was making this decision with great difficulty. "Let's go."
"Gu Juncheng!" she called out to him, "Why aren't you looking?"
He paused, his voice as hard as stone, "Lin Qingping, I don't want to see it, I don't want to see what it says."
That sounds like a tongue twister.
But didn't that make his attitude very clear?
Her once burning heart, which was wrapped in a thin layer of ice, finally cooled down.
She started walking towards home, and he walked ahead, striding briskly. She could never beat him at walking.
But she no longer wanted to try to catch up.
She chased him all the way to the island; wasn't she making her intentions perfectly clear?
Perhaps because she was walking too slowly, he stopped and waited for her ahead.
When she walked up to him, he frowned and said, "Lin Qingping, this matter... I need to think about it carefully."
What are you thinking?
She chuckled inwardly, unsure whether it was mocking him or herself.
"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked him with a smile.
He frowned even more, nodded, and said, "Let's go." He then took her hand.
But she pulled her hand away, saying, "I'm not leaving."
He was slightly taken aback.
They had already reached the school bus stop when a bus stopped beside them.
Lin Qingping skipped and jumped into the car.
The moment the car door closed, she heard him call her, "Lin Qingping, get out!"
She won't go down!
She turned to him outside the window and smiled, saying, "It's too sunny! I'm not going down to walk with you! Goodbye!"
Goodbye, Gu Juncheng. I won't accompany you anymore...
Yes, I don't have the right to control your thoughts, but I do have the right to choose and decide. Since you mind, and since you need to think it over carefully, then I'll back down and stop walking with you. After all, if a relationship requires you to think it over before you can decide, then it's not your true feeling from the moment you start thinking about it.
From the time she divorced him until now, her heart has never changed.
She had doubts and sadness, but she gradually saw his actions and thoughts clearly. Although she was angry and wanted to keep him quiet, her determination to follow him to the ends of the earth never wavered. She was just waiting for him to say what he needed to say, and trying to temper his taciturn nature.
She even hurriedly arranged everything in the capital, all so she could go to the island with him without any worries. Little did she expect that this day would come...
Lin Qingping stood on the bus, holding onto the handrail. The bus swayed gently, and her thoughts gradually became firm amidst the swaying.
It's only two stops from school to her home.
She was in a daze, and when the ticket seller announced the stops twice, she jumped off the bus when the doors opened for the second time.
Standing on the street, she realized that this was not her street at all.
Looking at the slowly starting bus, she was speechless; the number on it was not the bus she needed to take.
She remembered Gu Juncheng telling her to get off the bus; it turned out she had gotten on the wrong bus…
She found herself ridiculous; the more indifferent she pretended to be when she jumped on the bus, the more heartbroken she felt now; the more exaggerated her laughter, the more overwhelming her pain.
It turns out, I still couldn't bear to part with it.
So, it turns out, it was still love...
But so what?
Love is something that cannot be achieved by one person giving their all.
She silently jumped onto another bus that had stopped, carefully checked the road signs, and counted the stops. This time, she couldn't afford to get on the wrong bus again.
Lin Qingping, don't make the same mistake again...
The bus stopped at the correct stop, and she got off and walked home.
On a weekend afternoon, Zhiyuan was at home.
She opened the door and heard the sound of chopping bones coming from the kitchen. Zhiyuan was doing his homework in the living room. Judging from the shoes by the door, the person chopping bones couldn't possibly be Sister Zhao.
"Mom, my dad's here. He said he's going to make stewed chicken," Zhiyuan said, looking up.
"Really?" Lin Qingping didn't say anything bad. "Zhiyuan, I'm going to rest now. It's too hot outside, and I'm exhausted."
"Oh, okay." Zhiyuan looked at her. "Mom, are you alright? Could you have heatstroke? Your face is very red."
"I'm fine, I just need to rest." Lin Qingping went straight upstairs, took a shower, went into her room, and closed the door.