Chapter 5, A Life That Flows Like Water (Part 2)

Youyou was sitting on the windowsill, with the window wide open, basking in the sun, unable to even open her eyes. She smiled and said, "Boring people are always the same." There was a rare moment of silence on the other end, and Wu Chen seemed to have something on his mind. After chatting for a few moments, he hung up the phone.

Without the air conditioning, a cool breeze continuously seeps in through the window, it is hard to tell whether the breeze is cool or if the hands I hold in my own are even cooler.

Jin Zhiyuan came to the hospital to see my father, and we had a brief conversation

Yoyo is unable to offer any assistance; there are many visitors, and she merely feels that he is struggling. The pain of losing a mother, yet she must stand here and engage in polite conversation. If it were her, she would likely prefer to find a place alone to quietly reflect, rather than wearily accepting the comfort of others.

The driver was somewhat surprised, but said nothing. He found the change and smiled kindly, saying, "Little girl, it's very cold outside this late."

It turns out, what pride does he have to speak of? His only remaining pride is a silent person standing still in place, surrounded by an impenetrable darkness. He decisively lets her go, yet he is always unwilling to reach out and pull her in with him.

She followed her gaze downward, where there were several faint brown stains on the corner of the sofa. Her heart suddenly convulsed, as if gripped tightly by something, and she dared not think any further.

Some things will not be eternal secrets, much like the ups and downs of the Jin family. Wu Chen had heard his father mention it a few times, but those were merely the gossip and speculation of outsiders, always somewhat detached from the truth. However, at this moment, Wu Chen understood deep down that this man must have gone through those experiences; otherwise, he would not so casually instruct others on what to do. Moreover, from his face, there seemed to be no trace of the dark expression that followed his mother's recent passing. Yet, at this moment, Wu Chen understood deep down that this man must have gone through those experiences; otherwise, he would not so casually instruct others on what to do. Moreover, from his face, there seemed to be no trace of the dark expression that followed his mother's recent passing. His tone was calm, his words as clear as tea: "In fact, it doesn't matter; none of us can choose for another." Yet the force behind his words was so strong that it felt as if he had traversed thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant. Wu Chen could not refute this; recalling his father's sickly appearance, his heart grew heavier.

I outright vetoed: "No, if anyone is to accompany, it should be me. You just focus on finishing your studies." I then asked him: "Have the GRE scores been released?"

By the time they arrived home, it was already afternoon, and the small town in Jiangnan continued to leisurely pass its days without haste. Father Shi was waiting at the entrance of the station, his eager expression bringing a smile to Youyou's face. Mother had prepared large wontons at home, with the wrappers boiled to a thin and translucent perfection, and fresh meat mixed with some wild vegetables. The soup was adorned with tender egg crepes and a few strands of seaweed. Youyou devoured ten of them and then beamed at her father, saying, "I’m full!"

Her smile sparkled like snowflakes gently swirling down from the sky, and in that moment, Jin Zhiyuan felt a sense of longing, unable to maintain his stern expression any longer, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile: "I will take you back."

Shi Youyou's voice was lively, like the bright sun of early spring: "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

He suddenly said: "Do you know Jin Zhiyuan?"

She simply shook her head, insisting on staying with him. She sat to the side, yet did not dare to watch the doctor's actions. Jin Zhiyuan was much more resolute than herself, and she did not hear his voice; he was soon taken into the ward. Youyou then remembered to apologize: "It was my fault, I forgot to fasten the seatbelt"

Jin Zhiyuan's calm and composed face showed no trace of external emotion, yet inside, he was experiencing tumultuous waves, as if a thousand-foot-high tide was roaring and crashing against the original dam

This joke is not funny at all, and Youyou merely frowned and tucked in the corners of the blanket for him. Jin Zhiyuan's voice was very calm: "Everything is fine here, my sister will be here soon. You should go home first"

He turned to the side, as if contemplating what kind of mood to respond with. In the end, his voice was very faint: "It's nothing."

That night, in the breath of late spring, during the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, only the morgue of the hospital was permeated with coldness. Jin Zhiyuan stood at the entrance and said to his sister: "Sister, I have washed for a whole day and night, but those bloodstains... I really cannot wash them away." At that moment, Wei Yi was in tears, her tears flowing so much that she could hardly open her eyes. She struggled to open her eyes, only to see her younger brother standing quietly, holding her, calm in a way that was not typical for someone of his age.

Wu Chen hurried over to invite her to dinner, half-jokingly saying, "Why not come work in Ningyuan? Otherwise, we will have fewer opportunities to meet."

I can help oversee this batch, but I cannot interfere with the company's operations thereafter

Ningyuan's famous bar street

They stood at the corridor entrance, and Su Yang's tone was very calm and straightforward: "Aunt received a call yesterday about Jin Zhiyuan's car accident; he suffered a heart attack and passed away in the early morning."

No, you do not understand the reason I came to find you. " Wei Yi's voice suddenly carried a sense of fatigue, " Zhi Yuan... " It seemed she struggled to find the right words, and she spoke very slowly, " He definitely will not tell you these things. But I want you to know.

Dad is always generous, and he probably noticed her evasive behavior, but he just smiled and said: "Dad is just asking casually, you are already so grown up, you will surely handle your own matters well"

Jin Zhiyuan's reaction caught her off guard, the corners of his eyes, like peach blossoms, arched up, seemingly sparkling, yet also carrying a hint of provocation: "Is that so?"

Yes. You are right, Youyou. Even if I saw the photos on the camera, I still wouldn't come to find you. He slightly raised his face, leaning gracefully against the railing, seemingly lost in thought: "After such a long time, I too would feel afraid"

Youyou interrupted him somewhat hurriedly: "As long as your father is fine."

After waiting for a long time at the entrance, I finally managed to catch an empty taxi. The vehicle was equipped with snow chains and drove slowly. As we passed along the Coastal Avenue, there was nothing but the thick layer of snow on the ground, with not a single person in sight. I called out to the driver in a leisurely manner, "Driver, please stop here."

Youyou put down the dishes and heard her mother laughing: "Go on, go on, your dad hasn't had anyone to chat with for a long time"

He finally realized that when one has to let go, there is still something in the world that can soothe the heart, which is the anticipation that comes after a fresh start. After a decisive resolution, one can shake off the previous emotions and continue to move forward with great strides. That kind of turning around also retains a unique and graceful demeanor

Those memories surge like the waves of a rising tide, overwhelming me to the point of breathlessness. Wei Yi took a moment to compose herself before continuing: "The circumstances surrounding my father's death were all suppressed. The company held a grand memorial service; you cannot imagine how elaborate that memorial was, with cars filling both of the company's parking lots. Zhi Yuan did not attend; he said that his father's death was unjust, but what could be done? The company held a grand memorial service; you cannot imagine how elaborate that memorial was, with cars filling both of the company's parking lots. Zhi Yuan did not attend; he said that his father's death was unjust, but what could be done? Even Xu Xiangbei has died, and the Public Security Bureau said they could not file a case. Everything came to a sudden halt, the special investigation team was withdrawn, and everything ended."

Youyou sat back in her room, turned on the light, and found that her frozen, stiff hands could not grip the mouse. She sent documents to her email one by one, the screen casting a bluish glow on her face, making it hard to tell which was more desolate. After sending the emails, Youyou was eager to find something to do, but perhaps the story she had just heard was too tragic, leaving her mind blank and filled with a sense of confusion and aimlessness.

Wu Chen chuckled and said, "Why don't you ask me why I brought him up?"

Youyou gritted her teeth and said, "Then you wait, I will come over"

She honestly said, "Now I understand."

The air conditioning in the conference room buzzed, and the smell of tobacco became even more pungent. Jin Zhiyuan came to his senses, extinguished the small red cigarette in his hand, and stood up: "I can't say I'm helping, it's just that sometimes I feel that certain experiences are similar."

The hospital room, which had fallen into a slight silence, was suddenly interrupted by Wei Yi's mobile phone ringing

He certainly discovered that now his teeth are white and neat, and anyone would say they are beautiful

Mr. Wu's surgery was very successful, and he resigned from the research institute. The rapid change took his friends, family, and leaders in the organization by surprise. His immediate supervisor was quite reluctant to see such a valuable research talent leave and made several attempts to persuade him to stay. After learning about his family situation, he finally assisted him in processing his resignation.

Tang Jiawei felt a bit disappointed: "What is so urgent?"

Wu Chen saw her expression, reminiscent of a little girl, and felt a complex mix of emotions. He wanted to comfort her in some way, but ultimately found himself unable to say anything. He thought of Jin Zhiyuan, realizing that he, like him, had let go of many things while shouldering many others, hoping to present to everyone a gaze and silhouette as steadfast as rock. After a long pause, he finally said: "Are you full? Let's go."

Youyou recalled that night when he coldly turned away and simply said to her: "Youyou, we are not suitable for each other." Later, she vented her feelings towards him, expressing her hatred for the fact that he had always deceived her. She felt guilty to this day, but now, she suddenly understood what "not suitable" truly meant

It is said that the women of Jiangnan are as gentle as water, yet Youyou laughed softly: but my mother is always fiery and vigorous

She suddenly interrupted Dad's words: "Dad, why did you marry Mom?"

Jin Zhiyuan finally said: "My mother has passed away. It is very busy here"

Jin Zhiyuan's brows were filled with weariness. Taking advantage of the few people around, he sat to one side, and with his hand propped against his forehead, it was hard to discern any expression. Youyou sat down on the wooden board in front of him and reached out to tap him. She knew she was being childish; clearly wanting to cry, she desperately held it back, blinking her eyes vigorously, her breath unsteady: "I'm sorry, Jin Zhiyuan"

Yoyo, it doesn't matter that you are not together, but please do not hate him. Zhiyuan, he is really not having an easy time. I am his sister, and I know he doesn't like to talk about these things..." Wei Yi suddenly found it hard to continue, and in the end, she could only murmur: "But... he really is having a tough time..."

Oh. I will come to see you this afternoon

The Indians are as shrewd as a thousand-year-old fox; it seems they have sensed the deadlock in the negotiations. They shrugged and repeatedly said they needed a break. Jin Zhiyuan whispered to Wu Chen: "You raise the price, and he will hold out for a while at most, but he will definitely agree."

He slowly turned his head, and dark red liquid crawled down his forehead like several small worms. He slightly furrowed his brows and quickly asked her: "Are you okay?"

It was in the hospital. The hall was solemn, with the morning light streaming down, and life and death gently flowed by like a stream.

In a light sleep, Youyou was thrown towards the car door by inertia, only to be stopped by a hand. Still in shock, she found herself firmly held in place by Jin Zhiyuan, who showed no intention of letting go after the impact.

She blurted out, "Has he been doing poorly lately?" and her mind was filled with the image of his expression that night, a stubbornness supported by silence, along with the words she had thrown at him without mercy.

They kissed for a long, long time, to the point where even time seemed to sink away. Jin Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that in the past, he only dared to kiss her lightly, fearing that he might touch her braces. Gradually waking from his intoxication, he released her, breathing slightly heavily: "I'm sorry." Yet his hands still gently encircled her, reluctant to let go.

She slowly ceased her smile, turning to look at him. Jin Zhiyuan still gazed into the distance, not waiting for her response. His profile was brushed by the damp, cold sea breeze, and even in the dim light, the sharp lines of his chin were evident, while his short hair slightly stirred in the wind

If it were not for this car accident, she could still be alive, watching her children and grandchildren, and in the end, with gray hair, smiling kindly at her descendants. If it were not for herself, none of this would have happened. Jin Zhiyuan stared blankly at his mother, who lay peacefully, recalling the meager sense of joy he felt while lying in the hospital bed, suddenly filled with self-loathing. He had once promised himself that he would provide his mother with the most comfortable old age, but just as everything had settled down, in merely two or three years, everything fell apart again. Jin Zhiyuan stared blankly at his mother, who lay peacefully, recalling the meager sense of joy he felt while lying in the hospital bed, suddenly filled with self-loathing. He had once promised himself that he would provide his mother with the most comfortable old age, but just as everything had settled down, in merely two or three years, everything fell apart again

After resigning, it was the first time someone asked him this face to face. His gaze was somewhat dazzling, as if he had discovered a business opportunity, and he also exhibited a hint of a businessman's shrewdness. He answered calmly: "It's nothing much, resigning is fine. I have always had ideas in the field of freshwater aquaculture and want to start an investment project."

In two days, I will be leaving here to go home for the New Year. Youyou sighed while packing her luggage; the room had accumulated a layer of dust in just two days without cleaning. She opened the window for ventilation, boiled water, and dialed Wei Yi's number, sitting quietly and waiting. She had just received a call from Jin Wei Yi. Jin Zhi Yuan had such a wonderful sister, gentle and patient. Hearing that she would be leaving the day after tomorrow, he hesitated for a moment and spoke in a soothing tone: "So, are you free tonight? Can I come to see you?"

He suppressed the urge to scream and shook his head vigorously. Only then did he slowly lower his hand and let out a long sigh of relief

Wu Chen smiled and said, "Everyone is looking forward to your return to Ningyuan, Teacher Shi"

Unconsciously, she turned around to take a glance, slightly biting her lip. Her gaze remained bright, yet it was also filled with fear. ... If this is true ... ... But in fact, she had already begun to believe that it was true. Jin Zhiyuan would not tell her, and Wei Yi would not blame her, yet the truth was so evident: she had invited him out on a snowy day, and as a result, his mother had passed away.

He did not respond, nor did he speak again, and turned to close the door behind him

Then there was Shi Youyou, wearing a black mid-length coat that accentuated her slender figure. Her long hair was not even tied up, falling loosely around her, her complexion pale, and her gaze somewhat flustered as she searched through the bustling crowd for Jin Zhiyuan, not looking away again.

On this rare sunny day, Jin Zhiyuan, in the warmth of the afternoon, watched her departing figure under the gentle caress of the sunlight. His intention was not to say those words. However, he could not control himself in time and let those words slip out. He was also tired; he needed to vent. He watched her leave, no longer able to muster the energy to hold her back.

He changed his clothes and briefly informed the company, knowing that many people would come to pay their respects. However, those people were not there because they were familiar with his mother; they came because of him, or his sister, or perhaps merely for business. In this world, apart from status and wealth, what he truly possesses is very little.

The lingering smile softly uttered at that moment: "Sister, it has nothing to do with him; that person fell by himself."

In the latter half of the night watch, Jin Zhiyuan curled up on the bench and fell into a deep sleep. She looked at him, his nose straight and his features handsome, yet there was an inexplicable sense of melancholy about him. In just a few days, she could no longer find the sharp-edged brother he once was. His phone kept vibrating, but he was too weary to hear it. Wei Yi gently leaned over; the name displayed was very familiar. She pondered for a long time whether to wake him. In the end, she did not, merely placing the phone back beside him. Leaning against the wall, she thought lightly: when the time comes to wake up, he will surely awaken.

He did not speak, and Youyou stood beside him with a smile, gently exclaiming, "Such a cold day"

Until Su Yang walked up to her, even in her outfit of cool tones, she still exuded an air of elegance. She cast a cold glance at her, then softly said: "I would like to have a word with you"

This Spring Festival, it seems that everyone is having an unhappy time. Wu Chen's father's medical examination report has come out, confirming a lung tumor.

He thought, he really could distinguish it, her voice carried a sadness similar to his own, as if she could empathize with him, thus he found it increasingly difficult to refuse, and softly said: "Alright"

Youyou truly could not bring herself to speak of this matter again, and she anxiously nodded her head, hesitating as she reached to grasp his hand: "It was my capriciousness, last night..."

Youyou was indeed somewhat surprised, and when the hot ladle touched her wrist, she was startled again

He let out a very light laugh and said, "I will not go abroad"

Wei Yi gently cleared her throat, as if to bolster her resolve, and steadied her emotions before saying: "You should know about my father's passing, right?"

She was a woman lost in her thoughts, until she softly asked Wei Yi: "He has never told me." She blinked, trying to conceal her emotions, and repeated softly: "Why is he unwilling to tell me?" A subtle fluctuation of emotions rolled over with a delicate sense of anticipation.

He said: "Sister, I want to persuade Mom to move to Ningyuan, as I am worried that her health may not be able to withstand it"

He just smiled and said, "My driving skills are not good. You used to be afraid to ride in my car."

Wu Chen insisted on treating her to a meal. Given that he had confessed multiple times, Youyou felt it necessary to maintain a distance from him to avoid further misunderstandings. However, in the end, she could not resist his persistent persuasion and reluctantly conceded, saying, "Whenever I have free time, we can get together." A few days before the end of the holiday, she received a sudden notice from her supervisor, asking her to return to translate some materials. She had no choice but to heed her boss's words. Fortunately, since she had previously helped a colleague with their classes, she was able to hand over the remaining courses in Ningyuan to her original colleague. She felt a slight sense of melancholy in her heart, but then thought to herself that not being able to return was also a good thing.

My sister came to find me and told me many things

She thought that she no longer had any questions. When Wei Yi was leaving, Youyou stood at the door and finally couldn't help but ask her: "Sister, what do you think I should do?"

Jin Zhiyuan smiled: "Yes, let me see your teeth"

Wei Yi merely composed herself; despite the passage of time, recounting those scenes bit by bit still proved difficult for her, making her feel as though she could not help but want to give up

There was someone crossing the road diagonally ahead, so Jin Zhiyuan slowed down the car to wait for the person to pass. He lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. The person seemed to be walking a bit hurriedly, stumbled, and unexpectedly fell to the ground, not getting up for a moment.

Having eaten to satisfaction, he paid no heed to the cold wind outside. Father Shi had a habit of taking a walk after dinner. Before stepping out, he glanced at his daughter, who was helping her mother clear the dishes: "Youyou, come accompany your father for a walk"

Jin Zhiyuan said: "What your father is most reluctant to part with is his company. He has been very busy during this time; the production line of your new factory has just started operating, and those products are the first batch for export orders. Unexpectedly, he suddenly fell ill yesterday... I estimate that he still cannot let go of those products."

For a moment, the topic was lost, and no one spoke; each person's thoughts slowly intertwined in the howling of the north wind

Because I know that the person you cannot forget is him

In fact, she did not witness the most brutal scenes. That night, she took Tang Jia's car back and when she arrived at the hospital, the white corridor, its stark whiteness, pierced her eyes with a chilling pain, yet all she could see was her brother in black clothing. In this world, it seemed that only the two of them remained, she and her brother, supporting each other.

It was simply poverty. However, at that time, everyone was not wealthy, so it did not matter much. Moreover, back then, everyone had pure intentions, unlike now

Outside the window, the clouds in the eastern sky are floating, presenting exceptionally fine weather, with radiant sunlight visible and the azure waves appearing as if washed clean

The speed of the car slowed down, yet it was finally about to crash—fully aware that on an icy road one should not turn the steering wheel sharply nor slam on the brakes, Jin Zhiyuan gripped the steering wheel tightly, gritted his teeth, and turned the car. The vehicle was already clearly skidding to one side, but in that fleeting moment, he caught sight of Youyou not wearing her seatbelt. A sudden fear gripped him; the car was already veering off to the side, and he could only free one hand in a panic, trying to secure her in her seat. The vehicle was already clearly skidding to one side, but in that fleeting moment, he caught sight of Youyou not wearing her seatbelt. A sudden fear gripped him; the car was already veering off to the side, and he could only free one hand in a panic, trying to secure her in her seat.

Her cheeks immediately flushed, and she seemed unable to sit still. She sighed and spoke with some difficulty: "Wu Chen, don't you think that it's quite unlikely for me and him now?" Not only Wu Chen, but many people probably know about their past. Now, due to the matter concerning Jin Zhiyuan's mother, when she sometimes looks towards the future, she always feels as if she is facing an endless abyss, dark and without a visible end.

Such a love that comes walking towards you is truly moving. After such a long time, the past has already transformed into shadows deep within memory, yet the tone remains open and nostalgic, evoking a sense of envy. With a gentle sigh, I notice a few strands of white hair at my father's temples and suddenly feel a sense of happiness for my parents

The mother ultimately fainted in the hospital, repeatedly saying: "I want to change the tie that Zhiguo likes the most." Even she was at a loss, only Jin Zhiyuan held his mother in his arms, gently saying: "Mom, the house is too chaotic. I will go help you get it."

What is referred to as pride is merely a curtain he uses to conceal his past

Jin Zhiyuan, it is better not to engage in business with the Tang family in the future. " She let out a slight breath, " If he dares to indulge you in extravagant pleasures again, I will go find him myself.

He was unclear about what his sister had said to her, yet the only consolation was that many things were only vaguely clear to even his sister. The last phone call from his father was still in a cheerful tone, as if a great weight had been lifted: "I have submitted all the materials, and at last, I can prove my innocence." At that moment, he felt very happy, and his eagerness to return home increased. However, in an instant, he saw two people in a pool of blood, one of whom he was so familiar with that his scalp tingled, and he couldn't even remember the emergency phone number. Then came the rumors and the cold and warm realities of the world; in just three or four days, he experienced them all.

Youyou did not avoid her gaze and nodded slightly, saying, "Yes." She looked out the window and said, "Sister, I will be back soon. I am truly sorry if my presence has caused any inconvenience these past few days."

Jin Zhiyuan! In the midst of a lingering uncertainty, I found myself at a loss for words, merely gazing at his figure half-leaning against the steering wheel.

The word "fear" spoken from his lips suddenly filled Youyou's heart with a sourness. In her youth, she only felt that he was so outstanding that he was beyond reach, and even now, he remains profoundly inscrutable. However, Weiyi had long said that this was never the so-called pride; his pride had succumbed to reality long before anyone else's.

Jin Zhiyuan closed his eyes and let out a soft "hm" sound, unwilling to recall last night. The only consolation might be that his mother left quickly, perhaps without much suffering

Your mother was quite lively in her youth; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get married. At that time, my family was poor, and your grandmother was adamant about not allowing her daughter to marry me. It was all her own doing, and later, her family couldn't argue with her, so she got married.

She said to him: "You really should thank me for fulfilling your pride"

He held her hand and went down to the basement, quietly telling her: "I helped change Dad's clothes." The silence was so profound that Wei Yi felt a sense of fear. She recalled how her father used to praise her, saying: "My daughter, she has my temperament, never flustered in any situation." At this moment, however, she vaguely realized that her father was mistaken. In this situation, she was more flustered than sorrowful. Her brother's voice clearly echoed in her mind, each sentence making her feel a sense of clarity. She remembered how her father used to praise her, saying: "My daughter, she has my temperament, never flustered in any situation." Yet now, she only vaguely realized that her father was mistaken. In this moment, she was more flustered than sorrowful. Her brother's voice clearly echoed in her mind, each sentence making her feel a sense of clarity.

Compared to him, I still feel somewhat immature. Wu Chen stood there, tongue-tied, wanting to refute but was interrupted by him: "I understand what you mean, establishing a shareholding system? Seeking a manager? Current private enterprises, like your father's company, have many management flaws; those ideas are merely theoretical.

Only then did Mother Shi notice the bandage on her hand, letting out a soft "Oh". However, she only added a few more complaints: "You are already this grown up, yet still so careless? Where did you fall?" Youyou merely stuck out her tongue.

She should have known long ago that her brother would never be the same as before, born into a good family, proud and outstanding, with countless paths leading to brightness. And he, too, had chosen only one path for himself

The front of the car crashed into the guardrail, while the pedestrian remained unharmed. In such situations, the response of the traffic police is particularly swift, arriving almost immediately. Jin Zhiyuan confirmed that Youyou was fine, frowned, and began making a phone call. He turned to avoid Youyou's gaze, quickly finished speaking, and cooperated with the traffic police in their investigation and evidence collection

Youyou was so stunned that she could not speak for a long time, and all that could be heard was the sound of cars passing outside the house

Jin Zhiyuan slowly raised his head from the thin mist and calmly said to him: "Wu Chen, do you know what I envy about you? You still have a father. No matter what, he will always see the achievements you make."

Everyone knows that there are no "ifs" in this world. However, Jin Zhiyuan turned back slightly, as if he had been pondering for a long time, and patiently replied to her: "If that were the case... Yoyo, I would not seek you out"

The so-called uncles and elder brothers have all become distant; they will never look back at you again. The only things they handled promptly were helping my mother transfer her organizational affiliation and assisting Zhiyuan with his school transfer. They could not wait for our family to move away the next day. When we left, it was a stormy affair. How could such matters be suppressed? However, as time passed, it became increasingly unreliable. My father left behind not even a shred of good reputation. Wei Yi's tone was almost pale; how could such matters be suppressed? However, as time passed, it became increasingly unreliable. My father left behind not even a shred of good reputation. Wei Yi's tone was almost pale; after such a long time, such memories are not a simple matter for anyone.

So many people stood between them, yet they could only see each other. He walked quickly towards her, wanting to say something, but in the end, he merely patted her shoulder, his tone tender and affectionate: "Don't worry"

Wu Chen shook his head: "You definitely wouldn't have guessed. I resigned. I am going back to work for my father, striving to become a new generation of private entrepreneur."

Jin Zhiyuan's voice was very firm: "I brought the client here to discuss directly with your manufacturer, which clearly indicates that we do not charge a markup on our side; he is certainly aware of this fact"

The snow has ceased, and the snow on the road is pure white, completely free of any footprints. Youyou watches him approach, the night breeze gently brushing against him, the corners of his clothing slightly lifted, as if shaking off the dust of travel, his dignified figure exuding a sense of elegance and grace.

Only when she came to her senses did Wei Yi notice the smile in Jin Zhiyuan's eyes. She felt a bit regretful about her earlier loss of composure. Jin Zhiyuan merely smiled nonchalantly and said, "Sister, I am not that kind of person. As for Tang Jia, she was also forced into it." His tone was surprisingly relaxed, allowing for some teasing of his sister.

Jin Zhiyuan stepped out of the private room and closed the door: "Is there anything else to say?" His tone carried a hint of reluctance and pride, yet his voice gradually lowered, leading to a profound silence

Wei Yi sat down by the bed and sighed: "Why are you being so reckless? Fortunately, it was Captain Chen who came, and no one got hurt."

Youyou did not speak

"Oh, my braces have been removed, did you notice?" She recalled the time when she went to have her braces taken off, and the other three people in the dormitory accompanied her in a grand manner. Dr. Wang casually remarked while removing them, "Oh? Where is the boy who used to accompany you for the surgery, Shi Youyou? I haven't seen him in a long time." Just then, the pliers accidentally bumped against her teeth, causing Youyou to tear up from the pain, and Dr. Wang became somewhat flustered, repeatedly apologizing.

She had no reason to refuse, so she provided her address

Wei Yi returned with Tang Jia. Her eyes were red and swollen, seemingly exhausted. Tang Jia wanted to support her shoulder but hesitated. Jin Zhi Yuan observed this and glanced at his mother's portrait, feeling a sense of comfort, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart. He was aware of Tang Jia's concerns over the years, but he did not expect that this one night would suddenly change the relationship between the two. Perhaps it was an accident. He was aware of Tang Jia's concerns over the years, but he did not expect that this one night would suddenly change the relationship between the two. Perhaps it was an accident.

She reached out to turn off a lamp and asked him, "What did Youyou want to say to you?" In fact, she knew that he would never mention Youyou to anyone else, yet she couldn't help but ask, as if she were trying to seek an answer for him

The feeling of desolation and sorrow is not new to me. However, this time, I had thought that everything would gradually improve, yet this joy was effortlessly overshadowed by a deeper sorrow

"Yes, I have made myself clear," she said slowly. "But you have not made yourself clear to me."

Wei Yi frowned, having run out in the middle of the night, wearing pajamas underneath her coat, looking disheveled with her hair tangled together: "Who were you socializing with today?"

My father did not die of illness. " Wei Yi smiled faintly, seemingly with an unspeakable sarcasm, "To put it bluntly, it was not a peaceful end.

Jin Zhiyuan slightly averted his gaze, his voice cold: "Is it cold? Then why did you run out?"

So certain? Wu Chen still had some doubts

He seemed even more annoyed, the smile at the corners of his lips was icy: "So, it seems that all three of us—me, you, and sister—are at fault, aren't we?"

Through the thin smoke between the man's fingers, Wu Chen saw his weary and dazed expression. His response was quite off-topic: "I resigned from the research institute, do you think it is a pity?"

Jin Zhiyuan did not respond, seemingly too lazy to speak. After a moment, he simply said: "Unexpected."

At the moment of stepping out, the chill of early spring rushes towards me. However, this is not the entirety; soon, the remaining snow by the roadside will completely melt away, gradually seeping into the soil. Then, from those brown layers of earth, tender green grass will slowly emerge, ultimately leading to a sweltering midsummer.

In the distance, a faint sound of sobbing could be heard, the origin of which was unknown, perhaps a relative from some family, following the customs of the hometown to mourn the deceased. She could no longer hold back, slightly raised her head, and softly uttered, "I am sorry"

She wanted to ask, but she felt particularly guilty.

You You only dares to think of this point; in fact, she knows that she can be somewhat unreliable at times, often muddled in her actions, and slightly indecisive. When faced with things she cannot comprehend, she prefers to evade rather than confront them.

He walked towards her step by step, suddenly feeling his heart race slightly. In the night, her face was like jade, her gaze softly merging into his eyes. Although they had not seen each other for just a few days, the intense resistance from that day had completely vanished.

Wei Yi was taken aback for a moment, then reached out to smooth her hair that had been tousled by the wind, only smiling: "Don't you understand him? With his personality, it's impossible for him to say such things..." She squinted slightly against the window: "He only wants to give the best to others and never wishes for anyone to feel sad for him."

My father passed away immediately after unsuccessful resuscitation. The perpetrator, however, was still in the hospital for two days of treatment. Wei Yi sighed and said, Later, Zhi Yuan told me that my father had called him that morning, saying he had spoken with those involved in the incident and clarified the whole situation, resolving all the company's issues. As a result, it was just coincidental that he returned home in the afternoon and was the only one to witness this.

This is the last holiday of the student phase, so leisurely that it has reached the point of idleness—browsing the internet, eating, and sleeping. It was only when Youyou discovered that one of her phone batteries had lasted a full four days that she realized she had truly become isolated from the world. Unexpectedly, her phone still rang. When Youyou answered, Wu Chen was so angry that he shouted, "Shi Youyou, I sent you a hundred text messages and you didn't reply. Turns out you didn't even know your phone was off."

Her complexion remained pale, with only her lips, perhaps due to the cold, bearing a faint blush of red. He reached out to gently hold her long hair and uncontrollably kissed her. The deep kiss lingered between their lips and teeth, their breaths intertwining. Youyou stood somewhat stiffly in place, feeling his scent, which carried a faint hint of tobacco and a light trace of alcohol. He kept leaning closer to her, their skin touching, igniting a slight warmth, tender and soft.

He cannot express all of this; for him, the vibrant and spirited student days have come to an end. He can only grow rapidly amidst the pain of losing his youthful innocence. However, Youyou cannot; she is suited for a sunlit prairie, where she can brightly seek her own happiness.

A wreath was sent to express condolences, and people came in an endless stream to bow their heads in respect. The young man, dressed in a black suit, had a tall and slender figure, looking quite handsome, yet he bore a deep sorrow. Su Yang was among the first to arrive, staying by his side without taking a step away. She asked him, "How did Auntie suddenly pass away?"

"Zhi Yuan came to see you, didn't he?" She hesitated for a moment and then directly asked.

Wu Chen simply smiled and said: "Jin Zhiyuan, I used to always say that my father spent more than half of his money on foreign trade companies, but it seems that is not the case."

She brushed aside all these thoughts and casually asked, "Dad, so you two are getting along quite well?"

Jin Zhiyuan glanced at the client who was sipping coffee with his head down, a smile flickering in his eyes: "I am not a rogue businessman"

He dragged her hand all the way to the door, released her, and perhaps feeling that his actions were somewhat awkward, paused for a moment before saying to her: "Why did you say sorry to me?"

What do you mean by this?" He coldly interrupted her, "Who told you this has anything to do with you?"

He still did not answer her. After that kiss, Jin Zhiyuan suddenly felt a slight change in his mindset. If he could still restrain himself before, now he inexplicably felt a bit restless. However, after a long time, Wei Yi thought she would never hear his answer again, when his voice came low: "Sister, thank you."

At this moment, the secretary hurriedly whispered the cost figures into Wu Chen's ear. If based on the client's quotation, the profit that could be earned would be merely a few cents, unless production could be scaled up significantly, there would be no need to continue. He glanced at Jin Zhiyuan's handwriting, which contained just a few simple words: too low

In order to melt the ice, industrial salt is now spread throughout the city. On snowy nights, there are few people on the roads, and most vehicles are moving slowly; the traffic conditions on the main routes are generally good. He remembers the path to her dormitory clearly; although it is somewhat remote, the long, winding yellow streetlights can be seen, seemingly guiding people in a direction that has no end.

There, a soft "ah" escaped her lips, followed by a long silence, and then her voice timidly came through: "Can I come... to see you?"

Even though Youyou tried her best to maintain her composure, she still gently covered her mouth, and for a moment, she found herself unable to utter any words of comfort

Jin Zhiyuan was slightly taken aback as someone came out of the private room and gently patted his shoulder: "Go in quickly." He turned to the side, furrowed his brows in thought for a moment, and with a faintly sarcastic smile, replied: "I am on Binhai Road."

She saw many people, including Jin Weiyi, Su Yang, and many training staff. Everyone's expressions were different, but she did not have the time to pay attention to or care about them now, and softly said: "I will accompany you"

I couldn't help but glance at her; she was very close to me, not wearing gloves, gently holding the iron chain between the railings, her slightly curled pinky finger delicate. In her soft sigh, the flowing time seemed to return to that moment when she rubbed against the hem of my clothes, with a sly smile, slipping her cold hand into the pocket of her coat

Jin Zhiyuan's expression was somewhat solemn, remaining silent.

Jin Zhiyuan's gaze fell upon her, slightly shifting, his eyes as black as ink, and he finally stood up: "Do not let mother live at home"

Youyou only scraped the skin on the back of her hand, while Jin Zhiyuan's forehead injury was more severe. Additionally, his hand, which was protecting her, was struck by the car door, resulting in a minor fracture. The doctor treated it slightly and was about to stitch him up. He glanced at Youyou and said, "You go outside and wait for me"

Wei Yi hesitated for a moment, seemingly sensing her panic, and quietly said: "No. However, social engagements have been a bit excessive. It's the end of the year, after all, which is unavoidable"

Father's footsteps slowed down, his slightly plump body paused for a moment, he shook his head, and his voice was low and gentle, like the creaking of a black boat as it rowed.

He was retaliated against and shot twice at home. Then that person took that gun and committed suicide in my house. After so many years, recalling the past, Wei Yi's eyes still tremble. At that time, my mother had gone on a trip with her colleagues, and Zhi Yuan returned home first, seeing that scene...

She pushed aside the mouse, made up her mind, stood up, and pressed the numbers one by one. There was no ringtone, just a clear signal, and she patiently held the phone to her ear, waiting for a long time, until she finally heard that voice

If we do not meet here again, you said, what will happen? All the words I wanted to say had no outlet, yet I only asked such an incomprehensible question

Youyou stamped her foot in place, suddenly smiling mischievously as she tugged at his sleeve: "Guilt? I have wanted to scold you for a long time; I did not come here to apologize to you."

They all did not get to see the old man for the last time. Their mother, like all elderly people, was kind, talkative, and somewhat timid. If it were not for her strong children, she might have found it difficult to bear the blow of her husband's passing. But now, with hurried steps, she has finally left.

She watched the fatty beef rolling up and down in the pot, with white foam rising and falling, and asked, "Have you changed jobs again?"

Wei Yi blinked her eyes gently and smiled, saying, "Very good." This was her reaction when she was extremely angry. Jin Zhiyuan remained silent and then explained, "He indeed came for business matters."

Jin Zhiyuan seemed to know that she was watching him, glancing at her with a smile but not saying a word. Thus, she became increasingly drowsy, unable to even be slightly distracted. She gently leaned her profile against the back of the chair and, in an instant, fell softly asleep

Jin Zhiyuan merely smiled: "I know you do not pity me. But even if it is not pity, I do not need it." He still stubbornly halted his tone, silently gazing at the distant dark sea

Xiao Chen hurried over quickly, and a man who appeared to be a police officer seemed to know Jin Zhiyuan. He whispered a few questions and then instructed them to go to the hospital to treat their wounds. Jin Zhiyuan's face was somewhat pale, with a slight cold sweat on his forehead, and his hands hung loosely at his sides. He seemed to catch a glimpse of Youyou's panic and softly reassured her, "It's okay"

The other head is laughing nonchalantly: "I am socializing."

The phone on the other end was bustling with noise, faintly revealing a sense of weariness. I held my breath and asked him softly, "Do you have time?"

Later he said: "Sister, I want to transfer schools. In my senior year, there shouldn't be much going on, so I can spend more time with Mom"

It was already quite late, and the thin ice had formed, causing the car to skid slightly. He drove even slower, narrowing his eyes slightly. Youyou sat quietly in the passenger seat, cherishing this rare moment when she didn't have to think about anything. The warmth made her feel that falling into a deep sleep would be incredibly comfortable. She came to find him, perhaps simply because Wei Yi was unwilling to directly say, "He is not doing well," or perhaps because she wanted to see his noticeably thinner silhouette. However, he was too accustomed to hiding behind silence. After so many years, Youyou could no longer see the once handsome young man waiting for her with a warm smile. She turned her head slightly to look at him; if familiarity could be defined, then his distinct brows and eyes had not changed—thick brows and a straight nose, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised. Yet in that kiss, after her shock, she tasted too many other things: pain, reluctance, regret, and when he finally let her go, the faint words "I'm sorry" felt even less like the person she remembered. She turned her head slightly to look at him; if familiarity could be defined, then his distinct brows and eyes had not changed—thick brows and a straight nose, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised. Yet in that kiss, after her shock, she tasted too many other things: pain, reluctance, regret, and when he finally let her go, the faint words "I'm sorry" felt even less like the person she remembered.

Wei Yi was busy all night without showing the slightest sign of fatigue. Only when dawn was approaching did she tidy up her sorrowful expression and rush out of the hospital without looking back

As he said, after several stalemates, the client took the initiative to propose a price increase, and in the end, everyone was pleased with the final price, which left a high profit margin, and subsequent cooperation should proceed smoothly. In the meeting room, only he and Jin Zhiyuan remained, with a faint wisp of tobacco smoke rising. Wu Chen looked weary and asked, "Why are you helping me?"

Wei Yi arrived quickly; in a moment, the sound of a car was heard downstairs, followed by the sound of high heels echoing in the hallway. Youyou went to open the door, and Wei Yi, still slightly breathless, seemed to relax a little upon seeing her, smiling: "I came over on a snowy day; the road was a bit congested."

Youyou said thank you, took a deep breath, and the crisp air penetrated straight into her lungs, making her unable to resist the urge to cough gently

No one knows a daughter better than her father, and this saying is absolutely applicable in the Shi family. Shi's mother has always been soft-spoken, yet her thoughts are muddled, far less sharp than those of her father. She merely smiles noncommittally, deliberately exaggerating her tone: "I have so many worries! I am now a single woman of a certain age, Dad, and my classmates are already parents."

However, this moment still did not arrive. When the doctor came out and removed his mask, his voice carried the weariness of a sleepless night and the indifference of one accustomed to life and death: "I am sorry, it is time to prepare for the final arrangements."

The final tone subtly carried a plea: "If you wish to see Zhiyuan, then go see him once more. Is that alright?"

After leaving Ningyuan, it was the first time she heard news of Jin Zhiyuan, which came as somewhat of a surprise, so she blinked her eyes and asked, "What?"

The same hospital, the operating room is on the fifth floor. For such a significant matter, she would not hide it from Jin Zhiyuan. In the end, it was Jin Zhiyuan who meticulously signed his name on the critical condition notice, his handwriting still elegant and upright, but his complexion was grim, his arm wrapped in bandages, and a piece of tape on his forehead, sitting dejectedly on the bench, looking utterly disheveled. She reached out her hand and held her brother's hand, at this moment unable to say anything, watching the operating room light remain on, hoping that everything would be alright.

He gazed out the window as the light brightened, and someone had early delivered the custom-made lilies, adorning the mourning hall in a simple and elegant white. A photo of his mother from her youth, with an oval face, radiated beauty and youth. In fact, his parents were happier than he was, for they had experienced a love that was free and unrestrained. Although they could not ultimately share their lives together, their children would ensure they were buried side by side, never to be separated again

He slightly turned his body, and Youyou caught a glimpse of his profile. The piece of gauze somewhat marred the scene, yet he still exuded a calm demeanor. Although he did not respond to her words, in the next moment, his expression softened.

She ignored Su Yang's gaze and turned to walk back.

She knew it would be such an answer, yet she only felt desolate, her fingertips gliding over the railing, touching a small patch of rust.

Wei Yi suddenly stood up, his face gradually turning pale. Just now, the police made a call to the house to confirm the identity, only mentioning the car accident. In a panic, Jin Zhiyuan's mother suffered a heart attack, and the aunt hurriedly called for an ambulance to take her to the hospital, where a family member's signature is now required.

Wei Yi's expression softened a bit as she looked at her younger brother and let out a hum, saying lightly: "Fortunately, nothing happened"

It was his first time sitting at the negotiation table. The secretary was busy making arrangements, and the engineers were all present, waiting for the foreign clients. It was the same Indian client as before, evidently returning to customize the same series of air conditioning motors due to their satisfaction with the refrigerator motors from the previous order

He said: "Sister, Mom is coming back the day after tomorrow. The house is too messy, and I don't want her to come home"

At this moment, Jin Zhiyuan felt somewhat hesitant. As he watched her confusion grow increasingly intense, he could only confess: "Tang Jia is in Lu City"

After Xiao Chen finished negotiating with the traffic police, Wei Yi asked him to take Youyou back. She seemed reluctant to leave, but Jin Wei Yi's expression was not good, as if there was still something to discuss with Jin Zhi Yuan. Youyou responded softly, paused before the door, and ultimately gently closed it behind her. Jin Zhi Yuan's body stiffened slightly, and he slowly lay down.

Jin Zhiyuan hung up the phone, then pushed the door open and walked in. Tang Jia leaned against the wide, soft sofa and casually said, "A friend has opened a modeling agency, I will call someone over." Jin Zhiyuan leaned down to finish the remaining liquid in his glass, raised the cup, and said, "It's urgent, I have to leave first"

The small town darkens early, and the winding stream along the way is adorned with bright red lanterns, faintly reflecting warm yellow lights. She links her arm with her father's, hearing the gentle sound of flowing water and the soft footsteps. Everything was originally serene and beautiful, when suddenly she hears her father say, "Youyou, do you have something on your mind?"

Zhi Yuan has always been a good child. At that time, his company had just been established, and there was a period when funds were very tight. My mother fell ill, and we agreed to sell several vacant houses and my car. He argued with me for a long time; the car was a gift from my father, and he stubbornly refused to sell it. Later, I secretly sold it, and he didn't speak to me for a long time.

Fortunately, a phone call interrupted the conversation between the two.

He had considered everything thoroughly, methodically, and still needed to comfort himself. Later, when he reflected on it, he felt a pang of heartache and a bit of shame, for at that time, after all, he was still so young

"Jin Zhiyuan, I want to see you." The gentle and lingering breath conveyed this to him, word by word.

Youyou did not look at her, holding her breath, listening to Weiyi slowly recount the events that followed

She gazed at him in a daze, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. In an instant, her emotions became tumultuous and complex, filled with a long-lost shyness, yet also tinged with a faint sense of disappointment

The snow has cleared and the sky is bright, indicating a temporary respite from the heavy snowfall. The news anchor, beaming with joy, has changed into an orange coat, vibrant like the sun that has been hard to see for several days. However, her clear voice is drowned out in the crowded waiting hall of the long-distance bus station. Youyou simply tidied up her luggage, glanced at her phone, and then followed the flow of people onto the bus

Wei Yi felt somewhat embarrassed, and after careful consideration, he slightly self-mockingly admitted: "We siblings are quite similar, aren't we?"

She nodded slowly; how could she forget the unforgettable night that was etched in her memory? The black veil on his arm, the dark expression on his face, the resolute tone in his voice—these had been her nightmares for a long time

Youyou had not yet responded, and he glanced at her before changing his words: "You wait a moment, I will have someone take you back shortly." Wei Yi indeed pushed the door open, and even Youyou did not expect that this usually composed woman could also display such an angry expression: "Jin Zhiyuan, you are quite something! You dare to drive after drinking!"

He turned away lightly: "If you know, then you know. You don't need to feel guilty, that night, you were right to vent your feelings on me."

Wei Yi's actions did not pause at all; she simply turned around and smiled at the girl in front of her: "Youyou, if I were you, I wouldn't know what to do either." Her slender fingers gently clenched, "Zhiyuan was wrong, but at his most desperate moment, he just didn't want you to see him like that."

She turned her head and smiled at him: "But you still came to find me." She was still like a little white fox, with dark, lively eyes, soft and fluffy to the touch, tender and dense.

They deliberately kept it from their mother, hoping to delay it for as long as possible. She was at the hospital receiving those who came to pay their respects, while Jin Zhiyuan rarely came by. Later, she found time to return home, the first time since her incident. The house, which had already been processed for evidence, was just as it was the last time she left, only now it was filled with the pungent smell of cleaning agents. Jin Zhiyuan's tall figure sat on one side of the sofa, his gaze cast down.

Jin Zhiyuan frowned as he glanced at the client's quotation, lightly marked it with a pen, and pushed it towards Wu Chen, who was sitting beside him

Youyou got up, intending to pour some water. Weiyi held her hand and shook her head, saying, "No need. I did not come here to drink tea." She slightly shook her head, dressed in black, which made her complexion appear even paler. Her gaze was gentle, like clear water, cool as the moon, yet distinctly not bright, with a subtle hint of darkness.