Shijun sat quietly in the narrow rental house, staring at the new white shirt on the bed with blurred eyes. Yu Yan's voice vaguely echoed in his ears: "This dress was specially chosen for you, because I can always see you wearing this old white shirt..." Her love always warmed every corner of his heart. . However, at this moment he made a difficult decision not to see her again. Perhaps Yu Yan hadn't realized yet that the emotions between them had already taken root and sprouted in subtle ways, but choosing to end it now was perhaps the most gentle harm to her.
As time goes by, Yu Yan will eventually forget his existence, and the once strong love will quietly transfer to the arms of another person. She was so pure, flawless, and destined to have a better emotional destination, but that person was definitely not him. His emotional world has been deeply imprinted by the scars of the past. Whether it is external conditions or the depth of his heart, it is difficult for him to compare with Yu Yan. However, in his heart, the persistence and desire for love never faded, and tears slipped quietly in the silence, sliding across his cheeks, silently telling his helplessness and sadness.
The sudden knock on the door broke Shijun's meditative tranquility like a sudden rain. He quickly stood up and walked towards the door in a hurry. He turned his fingers lightly and slowly opened the door. Unexpectedly, the figure at the door was Jiang Zhiyun, Yu Yan's mother.
"Auntie, why are you suddenly visiting?" Shijun revealed a hint of concern in his surprise, "Auntie's body... is there any slight illness?"
Jiang Zhiyun smiled softly. , waved his hand, "No need to worry, I'm in good health. It's just that this place is quite hidden, but I found it after all."
"Auntie, please come in and sit down." Jun respectfully stretched out his arm, helped Jiang Zhiyun into the house, sat her down beside the bed, and asked, "Are you coming alone? Isn't Yu Yan with you?"
Jiang Zhiyun Looking at Shijun, a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes, "Yuyan, she is busy with work and cannot accompany her. Shijun, I have something I want to talk to you about alone. Is it convenient?"
"Of course, Aunt, please wait a moment." Shijun considered the temperature of the water, poured a glass of warm water, handed it to Jiang Zhiyun, and said, "Aunt, please drink water."
"Thank you. "Jiang Zhiyun took the handed glass of water gently, and her eyes inadvertently captured Shijun's increasingly pale and haggard face,"Shijun, your face looks quite tired. Are you feeling unwell? "
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Shijun shook his head gently, with a firm look in his eyes, "Auntie, please relax, I am not seriously injured."
Jiang Zhiyun said gently Smiling, nodding gently, he said in a soft tone: "You seem to rarely come to the hospital to visit me and Yu Yan recently. Is it because you have a heavy workload that leaves you too busy?"
Shijun painfully said turned around,Avoiding eye contact with Jiang Zhiyun, "Aunt, after careful consideration, I have decided to leave Shanghai."
"Leaving Shanghai..." Jiang Zhiyun's eyes flashed with a glimmer of surprise," Shijun, has something changed in your family? I remember you mentioned that your home is in Anhui, right? "
"Yes, Aunt " Shijun took a deep breath. She mustered up the courage to answer, "I'm afraid I won't come back to Shanghai again."
Jiang Zhiyun's eyes flashed with disappointment. She stared at Shijun's back, already knowing in her heart that Shijun Perhaps this is the fate between Jun and Yuyan. She stood up slowly and sighed softly: "It seems that I came at the wrong time today. After all, emotional matters cannot be forced."
"Aunt..." Shijun turned around Come, Jiang Zhiyun clearly saw the tears falling down his face, and the painful expression undoubtedly told her that Shijun had always loved Yu Yan deeply in his heart. "Did you decide to leave Shanghai because of Yu Yan? You are running away from her, right?"
Jiang Zhiyun's words were like sharp blades, piercing Shijun's heart. He lowered his head slightly and was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes, with a touch of sorrow in his eyes: "Aunt, I am not running away from the rain and smoke. She is like the brightest star in the night sky. Her beauty deserves the most sincere love in the world. I sincerely hope that she can find her happy home..."