Chapter 7 Loving You is My Destiny 03
The next morning, Fang Xuyu came to tell me that July had woken up.
I was stunned for a moment, forgetting to put on my shoes, and stumbled to see her. Fang Xuyu pulled me back to the bed, put on my shoes, and let me go, as if our quarrel yesterday was nothing but clouds.
July was lying on the bed, with her eyes wide open, her head wrapped in gauze, her face pale and calm. When I walked in, she immediately put on a smile.
She couldn't use her left hand, so she greeted me with her right hand: "Hello, my dear sister."
I walked up to her and saw her like this, tears welled up in my eyes: "Qiyue, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
"It's just an arm. If it's broken, it's broken. I don't want to have surgery. Zhuangnan needs money for his studies and painting. I'm not a good driver. Did I scare you?" She shrugged and said it easily. She tried to comfort me. After she finished speaking, she blinked at me curiously and asked, "Have you asked him?"
"What?" I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her arms that were tied up like dumplings with bandages, and I cried with heartache.
"What else? Idiot, of course it's about whether Fang Xuyu loves you or not." There was an unfathomable smile on her face.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's already this late, and you're still talking about this!" I couldn't help but complain. Looking at the instruments and tubes hanging above her head, I asked worriedly, "Don't worry about the money. Did the doctor say that the surgery was dangerous?"
"Why not try? I can see that you care about him." She muttered unhappily.
I pouted and asked her, "Does Zhuang Nan know about the surgery? You are in this state now, I will call him to come over, okay?"
"Wei Yang, don't avoid my questions," July's voice became much louder.
I couldn't help but lower my head: "I don't know."
July glanced at me and said, "If you don't try, you will never know."
"I'm afraid of forever." The smile on my face gradually turned into bitterness, and there was a sadness in my eyes that she couldn't understand. "I... I am not qualified to say love now."
"Who dares to say anything bad about you!" Qiyue held my hand and raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "You are still you, and I believe you are still you in Fang Xuyu's heart. You have feelings for each other, but you hurt each other, why don't you face it properly?"
"Maybe he doesn't think so..." I tried to argue, but her words left me with no way to escape.
" Then let's make a deal, do you dare?" she said loudly.
I looked at her and she smiled. July continued, "If you agree to date him, I will agree to all the surgery matters. How about that?"
"Are you serious?" I looked at her doubtfully and asked.
I couldn't figure out a lot of her thoughts, but one thing was clear to me: if Qiyue really refused to have the surgery, no one could persuade her to change her mind. She would definitely not touch the money she had given to Zhuang Nancun for his painting studies.
She nodded: "Of course it's true."
I answered without hesitation: "Okay , I promise you."
As long as she can consider her own health, I am willing to do anything. Besides, it is not certain whether Fang Xuyu's feelings for me are what Qiyue said.
I thought so naively, not knowing that the person standing outside the door at this moment had his expression frozen for a moment after hearing what I said.
That night, in the corridor that I ignored, there was a man wearing thin clothes, holding the warm midnight snack he bought for me, standing there expressionlessly. He was like a wooden man, listening to the transaction between July and me, listening to me treating him as a cheap item and easily making him a bargain.
He only heard the second half of our conversation.
He was filled with hatred, hatred for his own meanness, and hatred for my cruelty. He slowly turned around and left, his back disappearing into the silent night, looking extremely desolate.
In the days that followed, we lived in a misunderstanding that tortured each other. He used this hatred to avenge me and used his love to punish me. When I fell, he pulled away fiercely, smiling and saying, you have come to this day too.
But when I admitted that I loved him, I couldn't find him anymore.
Because of Xue Ye and Qiyue's protection, the car accident did not have a big impact on me, so I was discharged after only three days of hospitalization. Because of my promise, Qiyue underwent surgery. I wanted to borrow money from Fang Xuyu, but Qiyue did not agree, and she paid for the surgery herself.
Fortunately, the operation did not cause any other complications and it did not take long. However, as a result, July's left arm was saved and did not need to be amputated, but it was also effectively disabled and she could not even hold a bowl.
I went to Xue Ye's billiard room once, and it was completely abandoned. His family took his ashes back to his hometown.
However, Fang Xuyu disappeared after I was discharged from the hospital. I don't know what he was busy with. We never talked about whether we were dating. For a long time, I didn't dare to look for Qiyue. Seeing her unconscious arm, my heart always hurt unconsciously. Perhaps, I will be tormented by my conscience for the rest of my life!
The camphor trees in the school exude a rich fragrance. When I walk on the campus, I always have the illusion of what year it is. Many times I don’t know why I have become like this. I go to class alone, come back alone, and I can’t muster the energy to do anything.
Jiang Meng dropped out of school and I heard she married a wealthy businessman. Yang Liu's college was going to send a group of students to coastal areas for internships, and she signed up excitedly and was selected. Not long after, she moved out of the dormitory. Chen Yating and I were not familiar with each other. She rented a house outside the school to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination with like-minded people, and occasionally came back to pick up things.
I passed the supplementary exam with just the passing score, which saved me a lot of worry.
That afternoon, when I was curled up in bed reading a book, Fang Xuyu called me and said, "Can you come back? Your father is sick." The last four words made me shudder.
Since my mother passed away, I almost forgot that I had a father. After hanging up the phone, I immediately got up and took a taxi to Fang Chongyan's house.
When I was a few hundred meters away from home, I saw Fang Xuyu standing outside the gate waiting for me. I walked up to him, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets and said unhappily, "Let's go for a walk outside."
The summer sea breeze blew our hair, and the pink wildflowers in the residential area bloomed in circles, from withering to blooming, they were so beautiful that they didn't know the joy of the world. Time seemed to have passed for centuries, and Fang Xuyou was walking in front of me not far away. I was not cold in my coat, so I slowly moved behind him. The wind was very gentle and kept blowing. The hair that had been curled last time had grown a little longer, and the wind kept sweeping across my cheeks.
We walked for a long time and finally came to a wide beach. There was no one on the beach, and the rocks washed by the waves for many years were like natural sculptures, piled up where the beach met the sea.
Fang Xuyu sat on a rock by the sea, his thin shirt fluttering in the wind .
"Do you have anything to say?" My question was blurred by the sound of waves hitting the cliffs. I looked at his back. He sat there motionless for more than ten minutes, like a stone statue.
If it weren't for the slightly moving head, I would have thought he was asleep.
Whistles sounded in the distance, seagulls fluttered in the fishy sea breeze, and the setting sun, where the sea surface and the sky met, was red in half the sky and slowly set, with sunlight leaking through the gaps in the clouds.
"Are you in a bad mood?" I asked him, taking a deep breath, and walking over to sit next to him.
Fang Xuyu stared at me with a sullen face and a teasing smile, then suddenly reached out to touch my face. I tried to dodge, but he grabbed me.
He lifted my chin and rubbed it repeatedly, staring at me and said, "Shall we make a bet?"
I frowned as cold fingers brushed my cheeks: "Why should I bet?"
His eyes were full of mockery: "I bet you will fall in love with me."
His beautiful lips approached mine.
"Are you afraid?" He was calm and confident, his voice cold and charming.
"Fang Xuyu, are you crazy?" I looked at him quietly. Black mist was gathering in his eyes and his breathing was becoming more and more rapid.
The wind made my body gradually cool. I don't know how long it took, but he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around my neck, resting his chin gently on my shoulder. I smelled the scent of loneliness on him and heard his lips whispering softly in my ear: "I love you."
I forgot to breathe, and heartache and coldness spread throughout my body.
"It's just that love hurts too much." His fingers gently stroked my face, my eyes, and the hair that covered my eyes. "I still like you with straight hair."
I have never seen him like this before. Only now do I feel that he is so melancholy that it makes me feel distressed.
