Soul Patch

Chapter 266 A Way Out

The sunlight and cloud shadows dance gracefully.

The sunlight transformed into a warm embrace, and the three of them unknowingly became immersed in tender emotions.

Ah Wen looked at Andy, who seemed to be deep in thought, and then turned his gaze to Wen Jie.

Wenjie's face was calm, like a statue, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He stopped flipping through his notebook and looked out the window at the clear sky.

What are they thinking...? Ah Wen was a little curious.

“Andy…” Awen’s gaze softened slightly before he looked up and met her eyes.

Andy snapped out of her daze and glanced at her sideways with her beautiful eyes.

Generally speaking, viewing people from this perspective can give off a sarcastic and mean-spirited vibe, inevitably causing the other person to lose favor.

But when Andy looked at her like that, the sunlight cast a highlight on her profile, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate nose... making Awen automatically ignore that hint of aloofness.

He sighed inwardly:
A goddess is a goddess, beautiful from every angle... but she was taken by someone else!
They say proximity to the water tower gives you an advantage, but despite his best efforts to curry favor with Old Luo, it was all for naught. He didn't even get a chance to invite Andy to dinner.

Thinking this, he said sourly, "I invited you to dinner, and you wouldn't even look at me. So you've got someone you like."

He was just being sarcastic and wanted to vent his frustrations.

It's not a big deal if I didn't win over my goddess. If I can't win her over, no one else can either, so I feel at peace with myself.

One day, he suddenly found out that his goddess had been pursued by someone else, and he started to feel all sorts of unhappy.

He thought Andy would snap at him and give him a hard look, since he was the one who talked nonsense.

But when Andy looked at him, she opened her mouth, but before she could speak, her eyes welled up with tears.

The room fell silent suddenly, as if shrouded in a faint sadness.

Andy bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke with some difficulty, "Awen, you don't understand. Jia Song, he... he..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears were already welling up in her eyes.

This startled the two large men in front of him.

Wenjie patted his pockets; a grown man like him didn't even mention bringing tissues or anything like that when he went out.

He looked down at the notebook in his hand, tore off a blank page from the back, and handed it to Andy.

Andy looked surprised and touched the corner of his eye: "What are you doing?"

"We don't have any other paper, so we'll just have to make do..." Wenjie said with a teasing smile.

Andy chuckled.

But Wenjie's hand holding the paper suddenly stopped in mid-air, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared intently at a certain spot on the paper.

"how?"

"What are you looking at?"

Andy and Awen both came over.

Wenjie stared blankly at the piece of paper in his hand, gesturing for the two of them to come over and look at it.

Andy and Awen walked around to Wenjie's side and looked in the direction he pointed.

As the sunlight shone on the paper, some marks gradually became visible.

As the exposure to sunlight increased, the faint traces that were just moments ago gradually formed lines, and the lines formed rows...

As the three held their breath in suspense, three words appeared on the paper:
Yang Shanshan!
Andy and Awen exchanged a glance and asked simultaneously, "Who is Yang Shanshan?"

The two of them turned to look at Wenjie, waiting for his answer.

After Wenjie saw those three words clearly, his eyes gradually became hazy, as if he had frozen in the past after throwing the paper.

Andy grabbed the paper, walked to the window, and looked at the sun from left to right...

"Hey! Hey! Come and see!"

Andy's shrill voice rang out, and Awen rushed over in one stride.

Wenjie snapped out of his daze, strode over, and snatched the paper back.

When he held the paper up to the sunlight again, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Almost instantly, that surprise disappeared, and the light in his eyes vanished.

He murmured blankly, his eyes vacant, "Gone!"

"What? It disappeared?"

Just as Awen approached Andy, wanting to see what was going on, Wenjie snatched the paper away.

He had no choice but to move closer to Wenjie and peer inside: "It really is! It's gone! The words are disappearing little by little!"

Andy nudged Wenjie: "What's wrong with you? I'm asking you, who is Yang Shanshan?"

Wenjie stared blankly at Andy, then at Awen, and walked blankly toward the window.

His mind went blank; he had no idea what he was thinking.

Or perhaps I wasn't thinking about anything at all, and just wanted to space out like this.

The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and he squinted after looking at it for a moment, thinking that the dizziness would subside when he closed his eyes.

But no… After closing my eyes, all I could see in my mind was Yang Shanshan's image.

Yang Shanshan complained, feeling wronged, about him not answering the phone;
Yang Shanshan, with an egg pancake in her mouth, looked up at him and winked;
Caught off guard, Yang Shanshan hugged him from behind, her soft body pressing against him...

He thought he had forgotten, but he hadn't!

Seeing Wenjie's dejected appearance, Andy seemed to understand. She sighed and said softly:

"Awen, didn't you ask me how Jia Song pursued me?"

On Beixinqiao Pedestrian Street in M ​​City, I walked past Jia Song.

He stood opposite me, staring blankly at me.

I almost didn't recognize him. In the past 12 years, he has transformed from a naive young man into a gentle and refined gentleman.

Just as I was about to pass him, he gently tugged at my sleeve.

The movements were very gentle, as if afraid that any force would scare me away.

His eyes, glistening like morning dew, murmured, "I knew I would meet you again."

His voice trembled as he said this, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions so that his eyes wouldn't be wet with joy and excitement.

I stared at his handsome face for a moment, and suddenly remembered the breakfast stall that had been forgotten in time, and the boy standing next to it.

"Oh! It's you!" I greeted him nervously.

'I'd risk everything to see you!' Jia Song's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

I thought it was a cliché way of picking up girls, so I didn't pay any attention to it.

After we had known each other for a long time, I overheard him chatting with his younger brother, talking about his experience when he came to M City.

Only then did I learn that Jia Song wanted to take his mother and younger brother away from their rural hometown, but his mother absolutely refused.

A few days later, Jia Song took one of those rural fire pokers and set his own house on fire…

As Andy finished speaking, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Wenjie's gaze, which was looking out the window, gradually focused, as if on a dark night 12 years ago.

With trembling hands, Jia Song lit the campfire stick, and flames leaped up, quickly turning the area into a sea of ​​fire that engulfed the home where he was born and grew up until he was 18.

He shielded his head, rushed into the fire, woke his sleeping mother, and carried his younger brother Jia Nan out.

He knew that his mother couldn't bear to leave this family.

With the home gone, the mother's last lingering thoughts about the father also ended.

The night was thick with darkness, and flames soared into the sky.

Jia Song, along with his mother and younger brother, resolutely left that land.

The mother looked back every few steps, her steps faltering and slightly disordered...

Little did they know, it was a path to survival.

I'm going to get my computer fixed tomorrow—my hands are cramping from typing on my phone, I'm going crazy!

(End of this chapter)