She clicked on WeChat again and looked at the short talk time between her and Jingxiu in a trance.

In the afternoon, Axiu asked her, "Is Lu Fang really just the son of your mother's good friend?", indicating that Axiu had obviously found out that she and Lu Fang had more than just such a relationship, so she panicked. I am sorry for what I have concealed, and I am embarrassed for what I have hesitated to do. She didn't know how much Jingxiu had learned, and if there were any errors in what she had learned.

She and Lu Fang have known each other for a long time. Lu Fang's parents are colleagues and friends of her parents. From childhood, they went to school in the elementary school attached to the university where their parents worked. They often went to and from school together. They grew up together and went to the same junior high school, high school and university together. Lu Fang likes her, everyone knows, everyone thinks they should be together, including their parents. Except for herself.

She didn't like Lu Fang, she always only regarded Lu Fang as her brother. But in the face of his not completely explicit and measured gesture of affection, she hinted that she had declined, but she did not ruthlessly embarrass both parties. Perhaps it was her attitude that misunderstood the parents on both sides. They felt that maybe she was just a little girl reserved or her mentality had not changed, and they would understand after dating for a while. After all, their generation came here like this.

So, in the year she was in graduate school, Lu Fang was going to study abroad, and the parents of both parties discussed that the two should get engaged first and settle down. Relationships can be cultivated slowly, anyway, there is still time before the two finish their studies and get married. The right match, the golden boy and the beautiful girl, the perfect couple, should be cherished. Everyone advised her so.

She also tried to convince herself that maybe liking is the same thing. Many people have never really loved someone in their lives, and they have lived their lives just as well; Lu Fang is very good in all aspects and has a good temper. Maybe they live together, it's really not too bad. Most people follow the rules like this, and their wife lives peacefully, so she probably can.

However, the closer the engagement day was, the more she understood. She can't, she can't do it, she's not reconciled, she doesn't want to! So she exploded.

When she met Jingxiu, fell in love with Jingxiu, and understood what heartbeat is and what love is, she realized more and more that she didn't give up her right to love someone back then, how right and lucky it was.

It's a long story. If she answered that Jingxiu was not, it would have deepened the misunderstanding if she did not explain it clearly; if she said yes, it would have become a self-deception with iron-clad evidence. At such a chaotic and urgent moment just now, how could she explain it to Jingxiu in a few words without making it more and more wrong?

She needed a time when she could talk to Jingxiu calmly.

Ji Youyan's parents' community arrived. It was a closed community. Wei Yizhen showed the owner's card before entering.

The location is not good, it's a bit remote, it's a bit far from the previous house, and it's far from the school. Ji Yuyan wondered how his parents would buy the house here.

Wei Yizhen heard Ji Youyan's dissatisfaction, and helped to explain: "When I picked up my aunt, I had a few chats with my aunt, and I also talked about the area of ​​the community."

She paused and said, "Auntie said, you... After you acted in the TV series, people from the family started to ask questions and even interviews from time to time. Neighbors often talk behind their backs.

Ji Youyan was stunned, and then there was a surge of self-blame. She thought that they really didn't want to contact her and only changed the house. She thought that if she didn't mention it, she could really erase the connection between them, but she never put herself in their shoes to consider what kind of trouble her fame would bring to their lives.

She entered the room, stood at the entrance and looked inwards, and at a glance she saw the family portrait placed next to the TV cabinet. There is water vapor in the eyes.

Wei Yi really remembered the heart-wrenching "humiliation" that Ji Youyan said to her before. Looking at Ji Youyan's relationship with his parents, he also guessed that their family should have had a deep estrangement.

She comforted Ji Youyan and said, "Youyan, a family is always a family, why don't you sit down and communicate well. I think your parents have you in their hearts."

Ji Yuyan picked up the photo frame and stared at it for a long time.

Wei Yizhen revealed: "The guest room I slept in last night actually seemed to be your parents' study room on weekdays. When I borrowed the desk, I noticed that there was a novel "The Bells of the North City Evening" and several fashion magazines in the bookcase behind me. And paper that rolls up like a poster, there is a magazine I swiped and the cover is the one you just took a while ago."

She pointed to the room in front and continued, "And this room, your mother said it's your room. Look, they're actually expecting you to come home."

It turns out that there are people who are looking forward to her returning home. She is not really a homeless duckweed, a lonely soul who has nowhere to go after her death.

Ji Yuyan's tears finally fell silently on the glass of the photo frame, as if their whole family had wet cheeks.

She wiped the tears from the photo frame and whispered to Wei Yizhen: "Sister Wei, I understand, thank you."

Wei Yizhen patted Ji Youyan's shoulder and said warmly, "Okay, it's getting late, you go take a shower, and make up for a good night's sleep after you're done. I'm going too."

Ji Yuyan nodded.

She pushed aside the bedroom her parents had reserved for herself. The layout of the bedroom was almost the same as her bedroom back then. Even the award wall was moved one by one.

Ji Yuyan slowly closed the door and stepped into the room. She glanced at the tables, chairs, beds and quilts in the room, and looked at the decorations on the table in the room a little: the piggy bank she had kept for a long time, the plaster statue she made by herself at the summer camp, her most commonly used headphones... … Everywhere, there is the breath of her life.

She touched the tables, chairs, beds, and quilts, and there was no dust, obviously she was taking care of them often.

Why are you so proud, so proud that no one is willing to bow their heads first, so proud that they miss their whole life.

Ji Youyan stood there, his heart aching.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and made a decision.She turned around and went into the matching bathroom, washed her face, combed her hair, and became more refreshed.