Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 130 Why are you nervous?

Time flies by very quickly. Some people keep their original pace of life, while others are ready to start a new life.

Sang Yu packed up the clothes in the store and donated them to those in need. Then he asked the leasing company to refund the rent and officially closed the store.

She recommended a new job to Meng Qing. The salary and benefits were very good, and she could learn more from Sara, a senior designer.

Meng Qing has made rapid progress in the past six months and can now design clothes independently. However, her ideas and creativity are not mature enough and need time to hone.

Sang Yu bought a flight ticket to New Zealand and left on February 20th.

The day before she left, she went back to her home in the old city and stored all Sang Fengping's things.

This house is too old and gets damp easily on rainy days. She has to leave for a long time, and it is easy for mold to form here. It is more secure to take it back to the apartment.

Her bedroom was almost empty, with only bare furniture left, and it looked deserted.

When Sang Fengping was a child, she decorated her room in a pink and tender color, bought her cute dolls, and even put beautiful stickers on her desk.

Although the space is small, it is very cozy.

This home holds all the memories of her and her mother.

As soon as I closed my eyes, those pictures appeared clearly in front of my eyes, and I seemed to hear familiar voices in my ears.

"Little lazy boy, get up and have breakfast."

"Yu Yu, I bought you candied haws. Come out and eat it."

"Have you finished your homework, honey? After I finish, I will take you out to visit the night market stalls."

"I made your favorite dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse today. Go wash your hands quickly."

Sunlight refracts in through the diamond windows, filling the room and leaving irregular circles of light on the walls.

Sang Yu walked to the closet and opened the door. Dust suddenly filled the air, and a layer of dust had fallen inside.

She held her breath and lowered her gaze.

The bottom shelf was stacked with coats that she had outgrown. She had cherished her clothes since she was a child, so she was reluctant to throw them away even if she outgrew them.

There is a shirt pressed in the middle of the clothes, revealing a corner.

Sang Yu squatted down and took out his shirt.

The fabric was wrinkled, but not damaged at all, just a little faded.

She kept the clothes from nine years ago, and they once became her girlish obsession.

Every time I see this shirt, I think of the boy I met when I was fifteen.

The afternoon, sunshine, breeze, and the first meeting at the door of the cinema were all images that only she could remember.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

She put the shirt on the bed and went out to open the door.

The door crack opened and a tall figure fell down.

Sang Yu raised his head slightly, "Why are you here?"

Xi Jinbai stepped in and closed the door, "What do you need to sort out? I'll help you."

Sang Yu shook his head, "No, I've packed everything."

The floor height of the old house was only over two meters, and the room was not spacious. Xi Jinbai, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, felt a little out of place standing here.

It was his first time here and he was very curious about the place where Sang Yu lived when he was a child. He looked around the living room. The colors were minimal. Although the walls and furniture were old, the layout was clean and tidy, full of traces of life.

Half of the wall behind the TV is covered with her certificates, spread out neatly, and some of the writing has long been faded and blurred.

Xi Jinbai came closer to take a closer look and praised without hesitation: "It's so awesome."

Sang Yu heard his tone sounding like he was coaxing a child. He, a top student with an IQ of over 200, the highest grade level score, and was recommended to be admitted to a double first-class university abroad, praised her for her prowess, but she didn't dare to take it seriously.

Xi Jinbai looked away, turned around and asked, "Which room is yours? Can I visit it?" Sang Yu raised his finger and pointed, "That one."

Xi Jinbai walked towards her bedroom.

Sang Yu was so busy that he was thirsty. He took the mineral water on the table and took a few sips. As soon as he swallowed it, he suddenly remembered that the shirt was still lying on the bed and hurriedly chased after it.

When Xi Jinbai entered, he noticed the blue shirt at first sight. He walked to the bed, picked it up and looked at it, frowning.

The next moment, Sang Yu snatched it away. She held it tightly in her hand, her heartbeat beating wildly, "These are my clothes."

Xi Jinbai looked at her, "Do you buy men's shirts?"

It seems like old clothes from a few years ago.

Seeing her so nervous showed that this dress was not ordinary.

"Whose clothes?" he asked.

Hearing this, Sang Yu loosened his fingertips, his mood was mixed, and he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy.

He didn't realize that these were his clothes. It was right when he thought about it. It had been nine years and the clothes in his wardrobe were changed every quarter. There were too many to count. How could he remember an ordinary shirt and an ordinary shirt? Ordinary girl.

Even if he didn't see it, he didn't want him to know.

So Sang Yu prevaricated, "It's from a classmate."

Xi Jinbai stared at her face, "Why do you still keep it?"

Keeping the clothes of the opposite sex and not wanting to throw them away is just one answer - I like them.

She had known for a long time that she had a crush on someone in the past. Although it was over, whenever she thought about her pretending to be someone else for so long, she would feel uncontrollably depressed.

Sang Yu rolled up the shirt in his hand and stuffed it into the closet, "It's just a piece of clothing, it has no meaning now."

Xi Jinbai's eyes were deep and inquisitive, "Then why are you nervous?"

Probably because he was afraid that his past thoughts would be exposed.

Sang Yu avoided answering, not wanting to explain.

Xi Jinbai suppressed the emotions in his heart and did not ask further questions.
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In the evening, Sang Yu had dinner with Tong Tong and Meng Qing. They booked a private room in Zuixiang Building. They used to like to have dinner here.

When Tong Tong thought about the next time they would get together, she started to feel melancholy. She drank one beer after another, and even cried while hugging Sang Yu when she was drunk.

"Yu Yu, I will miss you so much..."

Sang Yu was only five minutes drunk, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were watery, "It's not like I won't come back."

Tong Tong still couldn't stop crying and sobbed: "But it will take a long time for you to come back."

Sang Yu comforted, "I will call you."

The last time they graduated from high school, they also cried together while holding each other in tears.

After so many years, life seems to be like this. Each stage has its own things to do, and separation is the norm.

Tong Tong held the bottle and wanted to drink, but Meng Qing stopped her, "If you drink any more, you won't be able to find your way back."

"I'm not drunk yet." Tong Tong muttered.

I didn’t eat much during this meal, but I drank a lot of wine.

Meng Qing was not drunk yet. She knew how much she drank and had to go to work tomorrow, so she didn't dare to drink too much.

She told Sang Yu: "Sang Sang, you should pay attention to safety outside, remember to carry anti-wolf spray with you, and try not to go out at night."

"Okay, you have to take good care of yourself too."

"Yes, I will."

At half past nine, Xi Jinbai and Mu Jingchuan came to pick him up.

Sang Yu was lying on the table half drunk and half awake, while Tong Tong was so drunk that her face turned red and she was holding the bottle of wine without letting go.

Xi Jinbai walked to Sang Yu and touched her forehead, "How much did you drink?"