novelraw Chapter 212: All Are Foreshadowings
Chapter 212: All Are Foreshadowings
Upon hearing Qian’s words, Shi Yu nodded.
"I was thinking like that... But..."
"If you have something in the future, consult with me. Although you made a little mistake this time, your spirit is commendable."
"I was afraid you’d start sleepwalking like a freshman, since you were reciting your boyfriend’s name every day. I thought you might miss him, so I had my brother get some news about him. I also thought you might not accept it directly and might want to relax, so I came up with this plan — seems like I bungled it."
Reciting Yu Minglang’s name? Qian was stunned for a moment, but then understood.
She was under so much pressure, perhaps because she feared not being able to find a way to save Yu Mingyi. If Xiaoqiang gets sick in the future, she wouldn’t have a solution either. These brothers are quite similar in this regard. When did she start valuing Yu Minglang so much?
If it were someone else, Shi Yu wouldn’t feel as much pressure, but this was Qian, a very unique Qian. She really liked Qian and regarded her as a true friend, afraid that she’d mess up and Qian wouldn’t hang out with her anymore.
Seeing her normally cheerful roommate so distressed, Qian patted her and comforted.
"Shi Yu, although I don’t know what you’ve been through that makes you so afraid of losing friendship, I guess you’ve experienced something that made you crave friends so much. I am always impartial in handling matters, and I have a good understanding of what’s happening this time. You are good in many ways, just too trusting of people. People are darker than you imagine, and your innocence is seen by some as no different from a lamb to be slaughtered."
"I just found out that it’s hard to know someone’s true heart. When I let you go, I only thought of distracting you, but didn’t expect that the president would act like that."
Compared to Qian and Dong Yi, Shi Yu was truly a child, only in her teens, lacking much experience. Coupled with her excessive yearning for friendship, she ended up doing something well-intentioned but wrong. Qian didn’t dislike her, preferring Shi Yu to be this naively cute than living life clear-minded yet hopeless. Some innocence,once dashed, never returns.
"College is like a small society; you’re no longer a child here. Everyone’s experiences are different, and personalities vary greatly. You’ve never suffered hardships or met truly evil people. You need to know not everyone is as good as you think. When troubles come, no one can see what kind of person someone is, Shi Yu, be wary so you don’t get swindled again."
"I remember, Qian."
"Calling you the foolish daughter of a landlord family, yet you don’t accept." Qian gently tapped her on the nose, and Shi Yu broke into a smile amidst her tears.
"Wear this anklet; I specifically got it for you."
"...In this cold winter, aren’t you feeling the chill with this thing? I’m truly impressed." Under Shi Yu’s insistence, Qian donned the crystal mallow blossom anklet tied with a red string. The loop had several small mallow blossom crystals, very girlish and very much Shi Yu’s style.
"Each of us gets one; I put one in Dong Yi’s pillow as well. The three sisters of 4444 will be lifelong friends."
"You’re so nerdy, dragging others into being nerdy with you. Look at your taste—can’t you pick a nicer design?" Qian looked with some disdain at the anklet.
But little did she know, this thing would save her life at a crucial moment — that’s another story.
After the finals, Qian packed her bags, left with excellent grades, bid farewell to her roommates, and got into the car sent by Yu Minglang’s childhood friend to return to her home in Q City.
The dry-cleaning shop wasn’t open as usual but had a rest sign posted. When Qian arrived home, Jia Xiufang wasn’t there. Chen Zilong was lounging on the sofa downstairs, munching on an apple and reading comics. Seeing Qian enter with an unfamiliar man trailing behind carrying a suitcase, he jumped up.
"Sis! Why are you back?"
Qian deliberately ignored the delight in her brother’s voice, huffing, "Why, do I need your permission to come back?"
"I was gonna pick you up! Sis, college food is great; look how you gained - ah!"
Chen Zilong got a kick from the embarrassed Qian.
Indeed, she had gained a little weight, but still weighed only over ninety pounds. Mainly because Mrs. Yu sent delicious food every week. Sometimes, hungry while studying at night, Qian would eat mantou dipped in the meat sauce from Mrs. Yu, leading to slight weight gain. Not only she gained weight, but also her roommates collectively gained weight, aiming for a shared prosperity.
"Qian, I put your suitcase here." Hai Zhao placed the stuff down, and Qian invited him.
"Stay for a meal before leaving."
"No need, Yu Minglang will cover this; I’ll treat next time."
Making someone drive so long without even offering a drink made Qian feel slightly guilty.
"At least rest before leaving; I’ll make you some tea."
"Truly, there’s no need, I’m rushing. Xiaoxi is back; I need to see her performance. Qian, won’t you watch? I have tickets."
Xiaoxi was Yu Minglang’s twin sister.
"I can’t appreciate ethnic songs. Pass on my regards to Xiaoxi." Qian hadn’t formally met Yu Mingxi yet; she’d meet her eventually.
"Sure, I’ll convey — Qian, does my outfit look okay today?" Hai Zhao adjusted his new jacket.
"It’s fine, looks pretty good."
After sending him off, Qian stood in the yard, pondering something amiss.
When did Hai Zhao become so unsure of himself? This playboy was usually flamboyant and showy; why was he asking her if his clothes looked fine today?
Chen Zilong circled around her suitcase.
"Sis, did you bring me any gifts?"
Qian kicked him on the rear, "Brought nothing! Away, don’t dig through my stuff! Did you finish your winter homework? How many points did you score in exams?"
Talking about results, Chen Zilong’s eyes dodged, stammering.
"Not out yet..."
"Even when it’s out, it’ll be failing." Qian knew her brother wasn’t suited for studies.
"What’s the use of school? Those college students can’t find jobs anyway—ah!"
Hit again.
"Chen Zilong, don’t get swayed by online nonsense. College students aren’t worth much now, but you can’t even pass the entrance exam, no right to blindly criticize. The ratio of useless college grads is far lower than that of someone like you!"
Qian glanced at Chen Zilong up and down, suspecting he hadn’t washed his face upon waking up, living indulgently once vacation started.
"If you think school is utterly useless, I’ll get you a job this winter—"
"No, sis, I won’t play games anymore, truly not!" Now, Chen Zilong felt nauseous at the mere thought of games, reflexively recalling the pitiful stress of being threatened as an in-game aid endlessly.