Chapter 51

  Yuan Zhi sat unsteadily in the egg-shaped swing chair, while He Sheng crouched on a small stool opposite him with his head hung low.

  He stared at her straight and said: "You must take the exam to our school, you know? The first choice must be filled with our school."

  "But your school scores are so high." He Song's grades in their class were quite good, but taking the entrance exam for Yuan Zhi University was still a bit stressful.

  "What happens to everything you learn every day? If you don't know the question types, ask the teacher, and when I'm around, you can also ask me. In any case, no matter what method is used, it must be passed." Yuan Zhi pointed at her with his finger, "Did you hear that? This is the only way to go."

  He Shuang looked at him and pointed to a small wooden leg on the stool with his fingers, "But I'm afraid that if I go to that school, I'll run into my sister."

  Yuan Zhi stared at her in incredulity, "Why don't you think about it from a different angle? You can still see me now. If you go somewhere else, you won't be able to see me anymore, do you know that? You won't be able to see this beautiful face of mine again, do you understand? Didn't you just say earlier that you liked looking at my face?"

  He Qian furrowed her brow and looked at him with a bitter face, "Then I'll take the one that's closer to your school, and it'll be easy for me to see you too!"

  "I'm telling you, don't even think about making excuses to persuade me. You're going to our school no matter what, and if you can't get in, you'll have to repeat a grade."

  He Shuang lowered his head and fell silent.

  After that, Yuan Zhi worked even harder and studied with her more rigorously. Occasionally, he would come back home without bringing anyone else and accompany her in studying at home. The content of their daily phone calls also transitioned from "what did you eat today?" to "which question can't you do today?"

  They were busy welcoming this year's winter, but this year was destined to be turbulent.

  When the weather was very cold, Yuan Shuyun's kidney failure relapsed, and with her original illness, a second surgery was impossible. In short, it was like watching her life dwindle away day by day, while others were powerless to do anything.

  Even on a sunny winter day, it wouldn't feel too warm. Yuan Shuyun lay in bed and asked to see Yuan Zhi.

  She had always been resentful of Yuan Zhi's favoritism, especially when the other party didn't even bother to see her. However, due to Yuan Shuyun's illness, this request shouldn't be refused. But considering Zhu Meiyan's own factors, she really didn't want these two people to meet, so her expression became increasingly complicated at this suggestion.

  After a long silence, Yuan Shuyun stretched out her hand from under the quilt and grasped Zhu Meiyan's, saying suddenly: "Mom, don't live so tiredly, be good to Ge."

  Zhu Meiyan patted the scattered bloodstains on her clothes, her thin hands like a bag of bones, and endured the sourness in her heart, saying: "Shu Yun, isn't this request of yours a bit cruel to Mom?"

  It's hard for her to put on a happy face in front of her husband and the son outside, especially when he is someone who will take away everything from her future.

  Yuan Shuyun looked at the woman in front of her, who was still beautiful but pale and gaunt, slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her eyes moistened. "Mom, it's you who wronged him first."

  Zhu Meiyan's hand paused, looking at her in surprise.

  Yuan Shu Yun continued in a soft voice, "Not to mention the previous generation's affairs involving him, at least his mother's death was not an accident. The overdose of drugs was instructed by you."

  When saying these words, Yuan Shuyun's tone was exceptionally calm, as if discussing today's weather.

  Zhu Meiyan's whole body was covered in goosebumps, her face deathly pale with wide eyes full of incredulous panic.

  She trembled slightly as she let go of Yuan Shu Yun's hand, revealing a hint of evasive embarrassment under her calm gaze.

  He tucked away the hair by his ear and said seriously, "Who told you that? It's completely made up."

  "It was almost three o'clock in the study on the second floor, you were making a phone call to someone and I overheard it." Yuan Shuyun paused for a moment, smiled, "You said it yourself."

  Zhu Meiyan's body stiffened suddenly.

  "I didn't mean to be good to him." Yuan Shuyun smiled and continued, "I just wanted to help you atone for your sins, but he didn't even let me do that. I thought I couldn't even truly be good to him a little bit, not only couldn't I do it, but also because I hurt the person most important to him."

  Yuan Shu Yun suddenly burst into tears, her pale and sickly face flushing with a hint of crimson due to the intense emotions, "It's us who wronged him, brother is too innocent!"

  The ward fell silent in an instant, the sunlight still pouring down on the ground without a care, slowly moving inch by inch towards the inside. Zhu Meiyan got up and faced the wall, her body trembling slightly as she couldn't say a word, as if suppressing intense emotional turmoil.

  Learning that her daughter knew she was a murderer would be terrifying and unacceptable for any mother.

  "After a long while, she spoke with a nasal tone, 'Alright, I'll go call him over.'"

  Yuan Zhi came with He Sheng, and the two of them were shocked by the bad news about Yuan Shuyun. At the same time, they had a complicated emotion that was hard to express. They were still so young, facing such close-range death, and it was difficult for them to accept the rejection.

  Arrived at the hospital, the heating in the ward was sufficient, there were no outsiders, and Yuan Shuyun was alone, curled up on the bed, trapped under the quilt, her whole person feeling extremely depressed.

  Yuan Zhi pulled He Sheng to sit on the sofa by the window, facing the person on the bed, "How are you feeling?"

  "Yeah, I can hold on."

  "The most important thing is to have a good attitude." He advised, this was probably the best thing he had said to her in years.

  Yuan Shuyun nodded happily with a smile, "Mm-hmm, got it."

  Because they were not familiar with each other in daily life, the words that could be said were also very limited. After a moment of silence, Yuan Shu Yun broke the silence and asked, "Brother, how's university life?"

  "Let it be, you can experience it well later."

  "I don't even know if I can wait until that day." She said gloomily, and then turned to He Song, who had been silent all along, "He Song, are you going to take the exam for my brother's university?"

  He Sheng glanced at Yuan Zhi and nodded, "Should be."

  Yuan Zhi bumped her lightly, "It's a must."

  He Sheng hastily agreed, "Right, we must go."

  Yuan Shuyun burst out laughing.

  University is a place that students yearn for at a certain stage, and Yuan Shuyun is no exception. However, some things are not available just because you want them to be.

  Yuan Shuyun was taken home when she was near death, and two days later, the bad news arrived.

  The sky outside is still very good, strangely quiet, and the Yuan family is eerily silent.

  Two days later was the funeral, and the girl in the black-and-white photo in the mourning hall still had a bright smile, but lost her color.

  Zhu Meiyan was overcome with grief to the point of fainting, but strangely, this woman didn't cry. Her expression was numb, as if her soul had left her body. With the support of others, she went through the funeral with a pale face until it was over.

  They ran into someone they hadn't seen in ages when they were leaving.

  "Why don't you go in?" Yuan Zhi said, "Since we've come all this way, let's go see him again."

  Gu Wei pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his face thinner and more refined than before. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "No, I have to catch a plane soon."

  "I heard you went to medical school?"

  Gu Wei didn't say a word, he just took a deep look inside and turned around to leave.

  The distant figure's back view was as deep and desolate as if it had been splashed with ink.

  Life goes on as usual. When the flowers are in full bloom, the sadness brought by the girl who lost her life also fades away, and the pressure of the college entrance examination becomes prominent again.

  Yuan Zhi, on the premise of ensuring He Sheng gets enough rest, stuffs her with questions in a nearly force-feeding manner, making the originally chubby kid lose several pounds.

  He also felt heartbroken, but there was no way out. He could only pinch her face and promise, "After the exam, I'll take you to eat something delicious, whatever you want to eat."

  "Really?" He Song bit his pen and raised his head.

  "Uh-huh."

  "I want to eat lots and lots of pure and genuine meat."

  "Alright." Yuan Zhi agreed with a smile, "Just this once."

  He Sheng's excitement at the corner of his eyes had not been fully released when he suddenly retracted, with a face full of disappointment that could not be hidden.

  "What's with the long face?" Yuan Zhi looked at her with a smile, "It's better than not having eaten well once, right!"

  Me too.

  As the sky grew hotter, the air molecules hovering above the school seemed to be densely packed and infected with the same tension, every breath carrying a cautious sense of bone-tightening.

  In such a learning rhythm, He Sheng still commutes to school every day, carrying a backpack and rushing to and from school.

  She and Chen Jia-yin were close friends, everyone in class knew that this morning as soon as she entered the school gate, someone told her that something had happened to Chen Jia-yin.

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