Chapter 5 Wang Meiwen 01
On the way back to City A, I calmly asked Leng Zimo why you came out to find me?
Leng Zimo answered casually, without hiding anything: "I received a call in the evening saying that something happened in your freshman girls' dormitory. The classmate who called me didn't know the situation very well. He only knew that it was caused by me expelling Chen...that girl named Chen. Then I heard your name. It is common for you girls to quarrel, but when I heard that you left crying and dragging your suitcase overnight, I felt that something was not right, so I came out to look for you. How should I put it, this incident was caused by me. I thought it was so late, you would definitely go to a hotel nearby to stay, and the security outside is relatively chaotic. A depressed girl like you might get into trouble, so I hurried out to look for you, and I didn't expect to really find you." Leng Zimo said and gave me a dry laugh.
I looked at his awkward smile, sighed and said, "Actually you feel guilty, right? Because of what happened last time."
As soon as I said this, Leng Zimo's expression froze and he looked a little ugly.
"You saw your sister Leng Yuting quarreling with us before, and you also know that there was some conflict between your sister and me. You are so smart, how could you not remember that it was me who was almost beaten to death by your sister in the rainy alley last time. Leng Zimo, I don't blame you at all for leaving me that time. No one is obligated to help others, so you don't have to hold a grudge. In order to make up for it, you still insist on caring about me even if you are reluctant. Life is short, don't do things you don't like in the future, and do what makes you happy." I said to Leng Zimo seriously.
Leng Zimo looked at me with cold eyes, and I didn't know what he was thinking.
The two of us were in a stalemate for a long time. Finally, he relaxed his brows, pinched his handsome nose, turned his back to me, and a muffled voice floated out of his mouth.
"Believe it or not, I didn't want to save you that day. When I saw Xiaoting running out of the alley with a group of hooligans in a panic, I knew something was wrong. I chased after you and saw you lying on the ground. I also saw Xiaoting arguing with the group not far away, so I rushed over to help her. My parents divorced when Xiaoting was not even a month old. I was awarded to my mother and she followed my father. Then my parents established new families one after another. Lin Feng is probably a relative of her stepmother, so I don't know him. My brother and I have only been in touch in recent years. I didn't expect my sister to become so arrogant and domineering. Her style of doing things always makes me feel that something will happen to her. When I saw her arguing with the hooligans that day, I rushed over instinctively. I didn't know how badly you were beaten. When I came back after dealing with Xiaoting's affairs, you were already I don’t know why, but I always feel guilty towards the girl who collapsed in the alley. If I hadn’t seen Xiaoting fighting with your friend and she told me about your high school life, I would never have thought that you were that girl. Sometimes things just happen to be so coincidental. I admit that I treat you well because I feel guilty. I am not a passionate person, or maybe I am cold-hearted and don’t like to meddle in other people’s business. From the first time I saw you on the first day of school, I didn’t have a good impression of you. I felt that you were particularly…”
"Shame on you." Seeing that Leng Zimo couldn't continue being "special", I kindly reminded him.
"Yes, just don't..." Leng Zimo slapped his thigh, turned his head and screamed at me, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted again and turned his head away awkwardly.
"Actually, it's not shameless... Anyway, that's not the point. The point is that I don't feel that way now. I won't say anymore. Why do you care whether I feel guilty or not? I've already helped you. Instead of talking so much nonsense, you might as well get some more sleep. You haven't rested all night, and you have to go back to school and attend classes!" Leng Zimo turned his back to me and changed the subject awkwardly.
Seemingly really tired, Leng Zimo's voice became lower and lower, and soon his light snoring could be heard.
I didn't ask any further questions. I rubbed the photo that Leng Zimo sent me on my phone with my fingers. My nose felt a little sore, but there was a smile in my eyes.
Leng Zimo slept all the way, while I held my phone and looked at the scenery outside the window. When I came back from Town B for the first time, I cried all the time while sitting on the train. The sadness in my heart made me not want to look at the scenery outside the window. I didn't realize that the scenery along the way was so vibrant and touching.
A few hours later, the train finally arrived at the station. My shoulders were aching badly. Looking at the handsome and clean face of the boy who was sleeping on my right shoulder, I raised my left hand to rub my tired brows, sighed, and reached out to wake him up.
After getting off the train, I went to a nearby photo studio to develop photos, while Leng Zimo said she wanted to go buy something. I didn't ask much, but just suggested that we meet at the bus stop to the school after we finished our respective business.
The photo of my father was beautifully framed. The gold-rimmed frame was bright and made people feel warm.
I paid the money, wrapped the photo frame and other photos, put them carefully into my bag, and then went to the agreed place with my laptop to wait for Leng Zimo.
I'm going back to school again, and I feel a little depressed. It's inevitable that I'll run into Anjia and the others when I go to class. I was still shouting that I would never forgive them yesterday, but now I don't have much hatred towards them. I still have resentment, but now that my father's photo has been recovered, why should I bear grudges anymore! My life is short, it's for love, not hatred.
People should not go against themselves. Now I don’t have much money and I have to live outside all the time. After venting my resentment, I still have to go back to the dormitory. After all, I have paid a year’s boarding fee, and it would be a pity not to live there.
My attitude is clear. If Anjia and the others still refuse to let me go, then there is nothing I can do. I have to deal with it as it comes. Although I, Ai Ye, can endure it, I am not someone who can be bullied at will.
Seeing how they were trying to keep me last night, I thought they wouldn't bother me anymore.
When Leng Zimo came over, he was carrying a bunch of stuff. As I got closer, I could see that he had bought a lot of daily necessities, as well as a few sets of women's clothing. Looking at the boxed women's underwear in the plastic bag, I was a little surprised. I looked up and saw Leng Zimo standing beside me with red ears, looking at me with a stiff expression.
"I heard that your luggage was lost, so I just bought some things. I took two sets of T-shirts and pants, and bought them based on your height. As for the inner one, I...I asked my aunt to get it for you."
As he spoke, Leng Zimo's ears became redder and redder, and her pretty face also turned red.
Looking at Leng Zimo's blushing face, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I cried because he was such a thoughtful boy. I didn't even think about buying these things, but he prepared them all for me. We were almost strangers, so there was no need for him to do so much for me. Apart from the first time he left me in the rainy alley, every time after that, he helped me a lot no matter how helpless he was. It would be a lie to say that I was not touched at this moment, and it was even more impossible to say that I didn't believe what he said on the train.
How could this Leng Zimo be the Leng Zimo who once watched me die without helping me? He never thought of abandoning me. On the contrary, he did a lot.
What's funny is that his shy look at this moment is much cuter than his usual cold look. My heart was filled with warmth, and I suddenly wanted to hug him, stand on tiptoes and kiss his tomato-red face, to test whether his body temperature was as hot as I imagined.
After all, I didn't have the courage to kiss the charming blush on Leng Zimo's face. I just smiled and reached out to take the thing in his hand. My fingertips accidentally brushed against those slender fingers, and my whole body began to throb as if I had been electrocuted.
The throbbing didn't last long and I suppressed it deep in my heart.
Leng Zimo is a good boy, but I am just a leaf that I don’t know how long it can float in the world. I hope I can live happily every day in the future, but I don’t want someone to be unhappy after I suddenly disappear.
People who are too outstanding often make people reluctant to hurt them.
This is what Leng Zimo is to me.
"Thank you, the money... I'll return it to you later." I said with a smile, and there was no unnaturalness in my words.
Leng Zimo's face froze, and he looked at me inquiringly, then walked towards the bus that was slowly entering the station, and said, "Wait until you have more money before giving it to me. It's not much money, so you don't have to give it to me."
I stood there holding my laptop, looking down at the white sneakers in front of me, and sighed, "I just don't want to owe anyone a favor."
"It's not the first time I've helped you, and I didn't see you feeling guilty about anything before. Why are you being so pretentious now?" Leng Zimo stopped, turned around, and said in a cold voice.
I was speechless for a moment.
Leng Zimo ignored my embarrassment, stepped back and pulled my arm, frowned again and said, "Why are you still standing there? The car is about to start."
I followed Leng Zimo's footsteps reluctantly without saying anything else.
Later I realized that some people don't want you to pay them back because they want you to owe them, because the debt will make you remember it for the rest of your life.
Later, Leng Zimo told me, drunk, that he actually didn’t think of this at the time, he simply didn’t want my money, and he thought this was the demeanor a man should have.
Finally one day, after I habitually showed off my manners more and more, he suddenly felt that it was a good feeling to let me owe him something, and it would be nice if it lasted a lifetime.
But at that time we all knew that this life did not belong to us.
