Wen Shu's comic strip was updated again online. Readers who knew the inside story left messages one after another, asking her to update the follow-up of the apology . Wen Shu just smiled and replied with two words - secret.
Looking at the little man in the comic strip who looked like Yu Qianlin, he smiled softly.
Not long after, it was Grandpa Yu's 60th birthday, and the children took the opportunity to make an appointment to "attack" Wen Shu, and then they tried every means to come back to celebrate the old man's birthday. Wen Shu thought that he really had to give everyone a reasonable explanation, so he took two days off, including the weekend, and rushed back to celebrate Grandpa Yu's birthday.
That night, the four of them clinked their glasses together, just like they had done a few months ago, and talked about their new college life.
"Xiaoshu, you are not loyal at this moment. You actually lied to us!" Xu Xia Xia took Wen Shu's arm, rested her head on her shoulder, and complained dissatisfiedly.
"I didn't mean it. I apologize to you." Wen Shu said sincerely, feeling the intimacy of the people around him as usual.
"I think! The person you feel most sorry for is Dalinzi!" Zuo Rang raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Qianlin, speaking meaningfully.
After Zuo Rang said this, Yu Qianlin didn't know what he was thinking about. His ears turned red. He evaded the question by saying, "What nonsense are you talking about!" "Whether it's nonsense or not, you know it in your heart, hehe!"
"I think you are just talking nonsense...Xiaoshu...accompany me to the toilet." Xu Xia Xia's face flushed.
When they were ordering drinks just now, Zuo Rang suddenly suggested that they could have some wine, so they ordered some fruit wine with very low alcohol content. However, Xu Xia Xia had a low alcohol tolerance and got drunk.
"Okay." Wen Shu stood up and carefully supported Xu Xia Xia, who was feeling weak on her feet, and left.
As soon as Xu Xia Xia walked away, Zuo Rang leaned close to Yu Qianlin's ear and whispered, "When are you going to confess?"
Yu Qianlin, who had just taken a sip of wine, was stunned and started coughing because of choking.
Zuo Rang said unhappily, "Why are you so nervous? I'm not asking you to confess your feelings to me!"
"It's all your fault!" Yu Qianlin tore off a few pieces of paper to wipe his mouth, then crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it hard at Zuo Dang.
Zuo Rang laughed happily: "What, are you angry because of shame? Hahaha, Dalinzi, I didn't expect you would have this day!"
“Shut up!”
"What are you talking about? You're laughing so happily." Wen Shu came back with Xu Xia Xia and saw the two people making a fuss from a distance.
“Tell me…” Yu Qianlin gave him a glare. Zuo Rang felt the chill and decided to save his life first. He quickly changed the topic and said, “Tell him about the fun things he did during training.”
"Hurry up and tell me! I want to listen! Hiccup..." Xu Xia Xia was dazed and clamoring to listen.
"Tsk tsk, you're just a stinking drunkard!" Zuo Rang moved closer to Xu Xia Xia, looking extremely disgusted.
"You are the one who stinks, I smell good." Xu Xia Xia was not convinced.
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While the two were arguing, Yu Qianlin was staring at Wen Shu in a daze.
Ever since Wen Shu appeared, he couldn't stop looking at her secretly. When he was close to her, he could even smell the faint aroma of wine emanating from the girl. This fragrance was like its owner. Before he could even notice it, it had penetrated into his heart and lingered for a long time.
The time of separation was like a catalyst, gathering together the long-lasting feelings in Yu Qianlin's heart, gradually fermenting them into a clear emotion, allowing him to understand his own heart earlier.
After many days, when he saw Wen Shu again, he felt his heart swell with satisfaction.
"What's wrong?" Wen Shu asked.
Yu Qianlin came back to his senses with embarrassment: "Nothing, I'll take you back later."
"Okay." Wen Shu responded. The light was not very bright, but it made the outline of the boy in front of her particularly clear in her mind.
Wen Shu asked, "Is the training hard?"
Yu Qianlin replied nonchalantly: "Not bad."
Wen Shu smiled gently, which made Yu Qianlin absent-minded again.
He thought, he must be sick!
Wen Shu looked at Yu Qianlin's dazed look and smiled again. In just a few months, Yu Qianlin's skin color had turned into a healthy wheat color, and his floppy bangs were cut off, becoming a standard military hairstyle. He looked less immature and more stable.
Like Yu Qianlin, but not like Yu Qianlin.
Wen Shu's heart trembled when he saw it.
After the few people dispersed, Yu Qianlin sent Wen Shu back. The two chatted casually. Yu Qianlin suddenly stopped and hesitated for a while before saying to Wen Shu: "Give me your address. I will ." He knew that the daily expenses of art students were much higher than those of ordinary students. He was a little worried that Lu Sining could not afford it.
Wen Shu smiled: "No, I'm fine. I guess your training must be very hard, so just reward yourself more."
"I'll give it to you if I ask you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Wen Shu choked and said, "Okay, in exchange, you have to send me the price list, and I will make a general account for you when the time comes."
Yu Qianlin got angry when he heard this : "It's just a small thing, it won't be worth much."
Wen Shu insisted: "That's different, you have your ideas, I have mine." Wen Shu knew that Yu Qianlin was worried that she didn't have enough money. Even though a few sharp thorns suddenly grew in her heart because of this thought, she didn't want to expose his good intentions.
She was afraid that she would not be able to pay it back after bearing too much, and she was also afraid that the relationship between them would become increasingly unequal.
"Okay, okay, send the address to my phone."
Seeing that Wen Shu's attitude had changed, Yu Qianlin had no choice but to compromise and ask for the address. Wen Shu didn't say anything more and lowered his head to send the address to his mobile phone.
Yu Qianlin saved the information and sent the person home without stopping.
The day before returning to school, Lu Sining prepared a large table of dishes at home. Wen Shu was puzzled: "Mom, are there guests at home today?"
Lu Sining smiled gently: "No, there won't be any relatives in our family."
Wen Shu thought about it and it made sense. Because of Wen Yan, those relatives avoided them and their daughter. Wen Shu was stubborn and would not allow Lu Sining to go there and suffer the cold shoulder again. As time went by, she had cut off all ties with those relatives.
She curled her lips, picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, but was stopped by Lu Sining. She looked at her mother in confusion.
"Wait a little longer, your dad will come."
When Wen Shu heard this, his face immediately turned cold.
Lu Sining hurriedly comforted him: "Xiaoshu, don't be angry. Your father came several times during the time you were away from home. Every time he came, he was concerned about your situation at school and also took care of me in life. I think your father is sincerely repentant. He has been trying to paint again recently. He was very happy to know that you were back. He contacted me early in the morning and said that he would buy you the sugar painting that you loved most when you were a child. Before leaving, he repeatedly asked me not to tell you." When Lu Sining said this, there was a hint of expectation on his face. This made Wen Shu's refusal stuck in his mouth, unable to spit it out or swallow it, and he felt very uncomfortable.
Seeing that Wen Shu no longer objected, Lu Sining felt relieved and sat down with her daughter, waiting for Wen Yan to come back.
But after waiting for a long time, Wen Yan was nowhere to be seen and no one answered the phone.
Lu Sining's worry was written all over her face. Wen Shu sighed silently in his heart, thinking that he would go back to school tomorrow, so he decided to make her happy.
"I'll go look for him." Wen Shu said, but she still couldn't bring herself to call out the word "Dad".
"Yeah." After hearing Wen Shu's words, Lu Sining nodded, stood up and prepared to reheat the food on the table.
Wen Shu walked through the alleys, remembering that when she was a child, Wen Yan liked to take her around the streets and alleys, and let her learn to observe people and things before teaching her to draw. At that time, the father and daughter often squatted at the intersection and watched people coming and going, each holding a sugar painting in her hand. Wen Shu's face was always happy. Occasionally, acquaintances passed by and would always joke that the father and daughter were indeed carved from the same mold, even their hobbies and actions were the same.
As he was thinking, Wen Shu arrived at the sugar painting stall, and Wen Yan was standing in front of the stall.
She walked forward, but Wen Yan didn't notice him. Instead, the sugar painting owner treated Wen Shu as a customer and greeted him. Wen Yan turned around and saw Wen Shu.
"Xiao Shu, why are you here?"
"Mom asked me to come look for you." Wen Shu said, and pointed at his phone, "I called you but you didn't answer."
Wen Yan quickly picked up his phone and saw several missed calls. He immediately apologized, "I didn't hear it. Wait a moment, I'll be right back."
Wen Shu stood aside and stopped talking, her attention was attracted by the sugar painting.
"Look, Xiaoshu, this is what it means to have a picture in your mind and write with inspiration..." As Wen Yan explained, Wen Shu became engrossed in reading. This feeling was like returning to his childhood, which made him nostalgic.
Suddenly, with a "bang", a heavy object fell to the ground. Wen Shu looked back in surprise, but he only saw Wen Yan lying on the ground with his eyes closed!
"Dad!" Wen Shu was startled.
Wen Yan was quickly sent to the hospital. Wen Shu sat outside the operating room , his mind full of what had just happened.
As soon as she saw Wen Yan fainted on the ground, Wen Shu panicked. She bit her lip and forced herself to calm down, but her body still couldn't stop shaking. Her heart had been thrown into the air and was still being eroded by the storm.
She called out to Wen Yan desperately with a trembling voice, but Wen Yan didn't give her any response, not even a single bit.
Deathly quiet.
"Xiaoshu, Xiaoshu!" Lu Sining ran over anxiously, "How is your dad? How is he?"
Wen Shu supported his mother who was about to cry and comforted her: "I don't know either. He is in surgery." In fact, the doctor told her that Wen Yan was in the late stage of liver cancer and must undergo surgery immediately. The cost of the operation was so high that they could not afford it at all.
"How could this happen? How could this happen..." Lu Sining started to cry as she spoke. After all, her love for Wen Yan was greater than her hatred. She originally believed that their family could support each other and live a good life forever.
"Xiaoshu, do you know? Your father has started drawing me again recently, just like before. He also said that he is gradually getting back the feeling of the past. Do you know how happy I am? But now... wuwuwu..." She has fallen from heaven to hell, how can she bear it!
It felt like God was playing a huge joke on her, and when she was about to take it seriously, everything came to nothing.
She still remembered the way Wen Yan looked at her when he picked up the brush again, as if he was looking at a treasure that had been lost and found again. Even though he had not painted for many years and no longer had the elegance of the past, her heart was still filled with this hard-earned happiness.
She even began to dream that after Wenshu graduated, they could do what they wanted to do and live their own lives. At that time, happiness and satisfaction would be within reach. But now, it was replaced by despair.
"Mom, calm down!" Wen Shu was scared of Lu Sining like this. She seemed like her soul had been taken away and her eyes became empty little by little.
"Xiaoshu, your father will be fine, right!" Lu Sining grabbed Wen Shu's hand, her nails digging into her flesh, but she didn't feel it at all. She just wanted to get an answer eagerly.
"Mom, can we wait a little longer?" Wen Shuran begged Lu Sining in tears, finally calming her down. Wen Shu helped Lu Sining sit down, looking at the operating room, her heart felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of knives, the pain was unbearable.
Wen Shu and her daughter waited from dusk till dawn, and Wen Yan was finally out of the operating room and sent directly to the intensive care unit.
The doctor told them that the operation was successful, but if Wen Yan continued to have a high fever, his life would be in danger, so they were asked to take good care of him.
Lu Sining's legs almost went weak immediately. She looked at Wen Yan lying on the bed outside the ward, tears streaming down her face.
"Mom..." Wen Shu held back his tears and hugged Lu Sining.
"Xiao Shu, what should I do...what should I do..."
Lu Sining aged overnight. She muttered to herself with dull eyes.
Wen Shu looked at her. She really wanted to have someone to rely on, but she had nothing. She could only bear it alone. Even if she couldn't hold on any longer, she had to hold on until her last breath.
At this moment, her heart had fallen from the sky and was thrown into the boiling oil pan to be fried, as if it would turn into ashes in the next second.