Chapter 15: Secret Love Comes True

The two of them quarreled for a long time before they calmed down.

Jiang Liu held Wen Yuhua's arm and said provocatively, "Huabao, let's go back to sleep . "

"Hey! Don't go. You haven't answered my question yet."

Qi Xingwan was tied to the chair, but her hands grabbed the corner of Wen Yuhua's clothes dishonestly, "Sister Yuhua, please, just tell me."

She tilted her head back, with a pleading look in her eyes that was impossible to avoid.

"what is the problem?"

Jiang Liu held Qi Xingwan's hand to prevent her from touching Wen Yuhua.

"That's right, I want to know how she and Brother Chuan knew each other..."

Hearing this, Jiang Liu showed a strange smile and said slowly, "Want to know?"

"Well, sister, can you tell me?"

Qi Xingwan is very flexible . She was so pissed off by the other party just now, but now she can pout and call her sister cutely.

"Sure." Jiang Liu chuckled twice.

"Really? Sister, you are so nice..."

"But you have to admit that you are just cannon fodder."

"What a big -headed ghost!" Qi Xingwan let go of his hand, "You are kidding me."

"What's the matter!"

Wen Yuhua just felt a headache. These two people looked adults, but in fact, they were more childish than the other.

"Okay!" Qi Xingwan took a few deep breaths and clenched his fists. "I'm a cannon fodder - can you tell me now?"

"They were both." Jiang Liu raised his lips, "We met in the capital."

"Then what?"

"That's all." Jiang Liu said confidently, pulling Wen Yuhua away, "Goodbye, little cannon fodder."

"No, Sister Yuhua, she deceived my feelings, you have to make the decision for me!"

Qi Xingwan howled loudly and once again tightly grasped the corner of Wen Yuhua's clothes with both hands, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

"Okay, stop shouting." Wen Yuhua pinched her eyebrows.

She can't stand people pestering her the most.

"Go upstairs and I'll tell you."

After hearing this, Qi Xingwan happily asked the driver to help her into the wheelchair, held Wen Yuhua's other arm tightly, and followed the two into the community.

Wen Yuhua still couldn't bear to let a disabled person follow her, so she turned around, held the handles of the wheelchair with both hands, and gradually slowed down her steps.

After going upstairs, the three of them huddled on the gray-brown sofa. There was only a yellow floor lamp on in the room.

The light shone through the lampshade, creating a furry halo that shone on the woman's face, softening her fierce beauty.

My eyes fell on the window. Lights of various colors overflowed from the windows of all sizes, like fish swimming in the deep sea, floating out from the night.

Qi Xingwan's eyes were starry and her face was full of anticipation.

Jiang Liu sat aside, silent.

"Actually, my secret crush on Lin Hechuan has come true."

Wen Yuhua took a sip of the warm water.

The warm liquid flowed down the throat, and a comfortable feeling flowed from the blood vessels to the heart, as if a warm stove was rising in the heart, warming it.

Her thoughts were like the last train, pulling her back to the time when she wore the bleached school uniform.

No. 3 Middle School is the best school in the imperial capital. There are only two kinds of people who go to school here. One kind is those who come from wealthy and powerful families and are admitted to the school through special recruitment; the other kind is those who are good at studying. Only those who rank in the top 100 in the imperial capital in the high school entrance examination are eligible to enter this school.

Lin Hechuan has both.

The young man, who is surrounded by beautiful words such as polite, aloof, excellent in grades, and handsome, is dazzling no matter where he stands.

Whether in the bustling cafeteria, in the bright and quiet classroom, or in the playground wrapped in red by the setting sun, countless eyes were focused on him.

And Wen Yuhua was one of the countless gazes.

The love of youth is like a green apple. When you take a bite, it tastes a mixture of sourness and sweetness.

Like every other young girl, she secretly wrote him love letters, secretly observed his every move, and met him by chance on the rooftop, in the grocery store, and on the playground during physical education class.

Sweet and shy looks were commonplace for the boy, so he didn't pay much attention to her.

Time flows drop by drop, like boiling water with too much sugar, even the steaming air is sweet.

The two people are like parallel straight lines, never intersecting, always looking at each other from a distance.

But one day, perhaps because of the disorder in space or the bend in a straight line, the two of them actually intersected.

There was only one street lamp overhead on the platform in the dark night, and the light formed a large circle that enveloped the girl.

Wen Yuhua looked at the watch on her wrist. She had just missed the last bus home.

The cold wind blew, and she shrank her neck and pulled her scarf upwards.

Wen Yuhua was admitted to No. 3 Middle School because of her excellent academic performance. Naturally, the Wen family was not well off. Her father ran a fishing tackle store and her mother worked in a unit not far from home.

If she missed the last bus, she would have to walk for half an hour and take the last bus on another route.

The girl sighed softly, and the hot air she exhaled floated up into the sky and merged with the dim light.

"What’s wrong with you?"

She had heard the boy's voice countless times, but never like today, which made her want to surround the voice in her ears and play it over and over again.

"I, I missed the last bus."

Wen Yuhua moved her toes inward, somewhat afraid to look directly at the young man sitting in the luxury car.

"Where is your home? I'll ask the driver to take you there."

The boy's voice was still awkward, with a hint of hoarseness that was only possible with a voice changer.

"No, thanks, I'll go back..."

"Get in the car." The boy's words pushed her voice back into her throat. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her cheeks flushed red.

Wen Yuhua still got on the car and sat awkwardly in the back seat, with a handsome young man next to her.

She felt a little regretful that she shouldn't have worn those shoes today.

The old white canvas shoes have been worn out and the white fluff can be vaguely seen under the blue school uniform pants.

She turned her gaze to the young man next to her.

The other person stretched his legs calmly and relaxedly, wearing sneakers that she had only seen in magazines - they were not sold in China.

Wen Yuhua forgot how she got home that time. She only remembered that her head was dizzy and when she woke up, she was already standing at the door of her house.

She hurried in and looked out the window.

The black Rolls-Royce was already running away, casting two beams of light on the long asphalt road.

"goodbye."

She said softly.

This experience seemed like just a dream. The next day, Lin Hechuan was still out of her reach. She could only stand on tiptoe to see a vague figure in the distance.

The curved straight line might have been just a sudden outburst of kindness, and it turned back the moment it intersected her.

I thought the two of them would never meet again.

But when her mother died in a car accident, her father disappeared inexplicably, and she was surrounded by creditors in the alley.

The boy who had given her a ride back home at the platform appeared again and saved her.

But this time the price is higher...

Memories were like thorny brambles that hit her face, each of which pierced her skin and caused blood to seep out.

She and Lin Hechuan were two parallel straight lines from beginning to end, and never intersected.