Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 176 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: I feel sorry for your tears

I never thought that there was such an explanation. This is Meng Ze. There is always another brighter Meng Ze.

"Will I be your home then?"

Lin Qingruan asked in a low voice. She saw Meng Ze turned his head and looked at her. When his eyes stopped on her face, her heart stopped beating suddenly. Thinking that he didn't hear clearly, she said to herself, "Nothing."

Her inferiority complex reached its peak at this moment. Her family, background and life experience, whether in school or at this moment, were not enough to match him.

"Yes." Meng Ze said.

His voice was soft, but his words sounded powerful in her ears.

Lin Qingruan blinked almost in a trance.

Meng Ze gestured with his hand: "I haven't seen your movie, but when I saw you performing a play for the children in the welfare home a few days ago, I felt that you were quite kind-hearted."

Lin Qingruan's lips curled up: "This is the first time someone has used the word kindness to describe me."

“And cute.”

Meng Ze smiled and said, "When I hear people praising me, I will subconsciously avoid them. When I help others, I wave my hands without leaving my name. And when you first saw me, you seemed to run away."

Lin Qingruan was silent for a moment. She didn't expect to see Meng Ze again.

The school days were not a glorious youth. She hid all her thoughts and studied hard, just hoping to stand next to Meng Ze, who was the top student in the grade.

Later, she got second place in the grade as she wished, but Meng Ze was going abroad.

Lin Qingruan's eyelashes trembled rapidly, and the frequency was as flustered as her heart.

Her lips were trembling, and her words were trembling.

"So what do you mean?"

Meng Ze took a deep breath and tried to calm his breathing.

"My understanding of love is very simple. Two people live a plain life together. If you are wronged in the future, don't cry alone all the time. Tell me and I can comfort you."

Meng Ze gently put his arm around her shoulders: "I always see your eyes are red, I got a psychologist certificate, what I mean is... don't be afraid."

"I feel sorry for your tears."

Lin Qingruan's tears fell even harder.

She was feeling so miserable, with no one to talk to these days and she was filled with sorrow. Suddenly someone said he felt sorry for her tears.

I cried silently, but didn't dare to promise anything.

Whether it was Mo Yucheng or Meng Ze, Lin Qingruan understood that the distance between her and any one of them was as vast as heaven and earth.

Meng Ze looked at her and placed the small packet of tissue paper in her palm. He said in a steady tone, "Take your time. I think we are a good match."

Lin Qingruan opened her mouth and thought about what to say for several seconds. When she met his gaze, she subconsciously dodged.

As she said, true love in this world is often misplaced, and she dare not bear any of it.

Meng Ze's sincerity in taking things slowly lasted until the end of the year.

During this period, Lin Qingruan had a close relationship with him. The two often sat together in open classes. Meng Ze also introduced her to a part-time job recording data in the laboratory.

During this time, Lin Qingruan truly understood what he was doing, his dreams, future, and grand aspirations.

The night before Chinese New Year, Meng Ze worked all night in the laboratory doing experiments. Lin Qingruan was too lazy to go home, so she stayed with him to work on the data.

She called Zhao Meihua as usual, and this year she changed her reason for not going home to accompany Meng Ze to do experiments in the laboratory.

Zhao Meihua was overjoyed and asked them if they were in love.

Lin Qingruan said vaguely, "I guess so." "What do you mean, I guess so?"

"I just feel like we're both a good match. We're of the right age now, so I don't need you to keep pushing me."

"Life is all about being appropriate. After the New Year, bring Meng Ze back for dinner if you have the chance."

How could it be so fast?

Lin Qingruan held the phone and said nonchalantly, "It's not time to meet the parents yet. Who can predict the future? Maybe he will go abroad."

Zhao Meihua asked: "What about you?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Lin Qingruan answered honestly, "I haven't even opened up the domestic film industry yet, you can't expect me to develop in Hollywood, right?"

"Do you really have to be a star?" Zhao Meihua said, "Yesterday Meng Ze's mother told me that it would be great for you to become a teacher after graduation, teaching people to sing and dance. Stars have to work day and night, which is too tiring."

Time passed by minute by minute as I kept muttering to myself.

At one point Lin Qingruan seemed to have predicted her future.

She might just continue to live a plain life with Meng Ze. He has such a good temper that they haven't had a quarrel in this whole year.

Maybe I'll get married, have a child, and go to England with him.

Can life really remain so dull forever?

Lin Qingruan blinked and deleted the junk messages in her phone. There were two messages that were always at the top of her phone.

It was an unsigned text message.

Watching from afar, she is enjoying the Chinese New Year.

Lin Qingruan pressed the delete button silently. She stayed in school for a year and heard much less about the outside world. The memories of some people were cleared. One day, she opened an old book in a daze and found a yellowed ticket in the interlayer of the inner pages.

When she saw the date on the ticket, she suddenly realized that the time scale had moved forward almost two years.

There was a gentle knock on the door of the waiting room. Meng Ze changed out of his sterile lab suit and put on a dark coat, standing at the door waiting for her.

He was holding a lady's shoulder bag in his hand. He took her hand skillfully and asked sideways, "Shall I drive tonight?"

"Okay." Lin Qingruan said, "If you are too tired, you can let me take over halfway."

"I haven't asked you when you got your driver's license yet." Meng Ze smiled, "During the winter or summer vacation?"

Lin Qingruan hummed.

But it was not what Meng Ze thought.

One year, Mo Yucheng became obsessed with racing, and the eldest young master had nothing better to do, so he insisted on teaching her how to drive himself.

The driving school was established, and Lin Qingruan learned to drive at such extreme speeds on the track.

It's not just racing, bungee jumping, skydiving, flying a plane, those unimaginable passions are the most satisfying moments in her life.

The drive lasted nearly three hours. She picked up Lin Yuan on the way to go find Jian Yi. Lin Qingruan yawned and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up, someone else was driving and she was sleeping soundly on Meng Ze's shoulder.

Meng Ze had a faint smell of disinfectant on his body, and he himself had a severe mysophobia. Worried that his saliva would flow onto his clothes, Lin Qingruan subconsciously sat up straight, looking over his shoulder frequently with a guilty conscience.

Meng Ze held an iPad in his hand, the cold light of the electronic screen shone on his nose, and his eyes turned over inadvertently. Lin Qingruan immediately withdrew her gaze and sat up straight without moving.

The meal was set at a newly opened bar not far from their school.

I haven't been back for several years. The original experimental middle school has moved to a new location, and the old primary school has been demolished and relocated to a commercial area. The changes in the world are like a low-rise building turning into a skyscraper in an instant. No one can predict what it will be like in the next second.
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Sad folk music tune, on this New Year's Eve when families are reunited, this place shelters many lonely and hopeless souls.

Lin Qingruan took the time to glance at Jian Yi. She was staring into the distance with a lost look on her face. Perhaps she was also thinking of someone late at night.