Chapter 92:Wei Qingyu's Deam Was To Be A Writer
Source: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5896087
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Themidday sun in winter brought a rare warmth, causing a few snowflakes to fall from the rooftops.
As Wei Qingyu came downstairs, a very familiar car slowly came into view. Then Feng Yue got out of the car carrying her briefcase and walked briskly to the door.
The next second, Wei Qingyu heard a crisp doorbell ring.
The young maid trotted out of the reception room and opened the door with a beaming smile: "Hello, Teacher Feng."
"Hello." Feng Yue smiled at the maid, then looked past the maid to see Wei Qingyu behind her, and still smiled, "Good morning, Miss Wei."
Seeing Feng Yue's composure, Wei Qingyu, though somewhat bewildered, still politely nodded to her, feigning unfamiliarity, and said, "Hello."
"Teacher Feng." Just then, Ji Xiao came out of the study next door and greeted her politely.
Feng Yue looked at Ji Xiao, who was completely different from the one she had seen at the police station that day, smiled slightly, and said, "Ji Xiao, it's been a long time. It seems you're ready?"
“I can start anytime.” Ji Xiao said, then looked at Wei Qingyu beside her, “Would you like to listen too?”
Perhaps because she had just woken up from her afternoon nap, Wei Qingyu stared at Ji Xiao for a moment, unsure how to respond.
At this time, she felt a force from her back.
Without any hesitation, Feng Yue, pushed Wei Qingyu's back and said, "Then let's go together."
Perhaps because she really valued Feng Yue's teaching, Aunt Wu, at Ji Xiao's instruction, cleaned up the study on the first floor, which Ji Xiao used for calligraphy before, exceptionally well. The bouquet of flowers that Jin Nanfeng had sent long ago was already gone.
Sunlight streamed through the glass sliding door, filling the room with brightness.
Wei Qingyu roughly figured out the situation and realized that Feng Yue was the teacher Ji Qingyun had invited to tutor Ji Xiao.
However, Wei Qingyu couldn't understand why Ji Xiao, who remained arrogant and unyielding in front of Ji Qingyun, would start learning these things.
A soft sound came from the sliding door leading to the backyard, and Feng Yue took advantage of the break between classes to go out for some fresh air.
As the sliding door closed again, a fresh beam of sunlight came with the black door frame and fell brightly on Ji Xiao’s profile.
Because she was at home, Ji Xiao dressed casually, and even her hair was loose and uncombed, resting loosely on her shoulders.
Wei Qingyu rarely saw Ji Xiao with her hair down. The light shone through her dark hair, softly outlining the girl's profile and softening the fierce look between her brows.
Wei Qingyu secretly shifted her gaze to steal a few glances at Ji Xiao, starting from her full forehead, tracing her eyelashes, lips, and finally falling along her fair neck to the open neckline of her snow-white skin, causing Wei Qingyu's throat to involuntarily bob.
Ji Xiao has now gotten used to writing with her left hand, and her brand-new notebook is filled with handwriting that is almost identical to hers.
Every stroke of the pen displayed an upright attitude that Wei Qingyu had never seen before.
Perhaps noticing the gaze that was lingering beside her, Ji Xiao looked up in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Wei Qingyu was caught off guard when Ji Xiao suddenly raised her head, and before she could react, the golden-orange bumped into turquoise.
The rustling sound of the pen across the paper stopped, and the room became even quieter. Wei Qingyu rarely lost her voice.
The second hand of the clock on the wall made a soft click.
Wei Qingyu took a second to react before casually raising her gaze slightly upwards and replying indifferently, "Nothing, I was looking at Teacher Feng."
Ji Xiao didn't doubt it. She pulled Wei Qingyu’s sleeve, “Then just right. I can’t understand this case. Explain it to me.”
Wei Qingyu calmly took back her gaze that wasn’t interested in Feng Yue at all. She lowered her head and looked at the question Ji Xiao pointed at, “Let me think. I remember this case has a prototype. Sometimes we need to combine the environment at that time to analyze why the team leader made such a decision…”
Unlike the private tutoring at the Wei’s house, Feng Yue’s class for Ji Xiao was more basic and longer.
Afternoon classes ended, and the sun was already hanging on the horizon, a golden line separating the sky from the ground.
The two stood at the door to see Feng Yue off, and then went home together.
Ji Xiao looked at Wei Qingyu standing beside her, recalling the adorable surprise on her calm face at noon, and confessed, "I know everything."
Wei Qingyu knew what Ji Xiao meant. The blankness on her face turned into surprise.
Ji Xiao smiled slightly, took out a pack of chilled fruit wine from the refrigerator, and invited, "Would you like to go to the backyard for a drink and a chat?"
Wei Qingyu nodded upon hearing this and followed Ji Xiao toward the backyard, feeling both nervous and relieved.
Actually, she had been putting this off for a long time; she should have confessed it back on Ji Xiao's birthday.
However, this delay led to today, and it was Ji Xiao who brought it up first.
The night is quite nice tonight. The moon isn't particularly bright, but the stars filled the sky.
Ji Xiao sat on the wooden platform with a cushion on it by the door and handed the opened aluminum can to Wei Qingyu: "I know everything, about your relationship with Teacher Feng Yue, your relationship with Chen Linji, your relationship with Liu Yue and Liu Hu, and about you taking back the inheritance that belongs to you from my father."
The moment Wei Qingyu's fingertips touched the can, its icy temperature stole the warmth from her hands.
She looked at Ji Xiao with some surprise and said, "When did you...?"
“My dad came to see me a few days ago after you left, and he told me everything.” Ji Xiao said, opening a can for herself as well.
She seemed very carefree, but Wei Qingyu felt a little guilty.
Saying it herself and hearing it from others were completely different.
Wei Qingyu lowered her gaze, looking at the fruit wine she was holding in her hands, and said, "I'm sorry to let you know in this way."
Ji Xiao shook her head, showing no sign of criticism.
She smiled at Wei Qingyu, a hint of smugness in her voice: "Everyone thought we should be enemies, but how could they have imagined we'd be sitting together drinking?"
Hearing Ji Xiao say that, Wei Qingyu couldn't help but smile.
Both Ji Qingyun and Chen Linji were trying their best to separate them, to make them enemies.
But how could they possibly accomplish what even fate cannot?
The mild alcohol slid down the girl's lips into her throat, bringing a slight burning sensation.
Wei Qingyu looked at the girl who pushed open the heavy mall door this afternoon, and asked, “Then… are you still going to be a teacher?”
Ji Xiao gripped the cab in her hand and shook her head briefly and heavily.
Sure enough, despite all the mental preparation she had done, she still felt reluctant when asked about it.
But what's the use of being reluctant?
A person with empty hands could not even protect the one she liked.
Ji Xiao took a sip of wine and said half-jokingly, "My dad threatened me, saying that if I don't come back to inherit the family company, he'll kick me out. How can I bear to part with all those figurines on my wall?"
"Well... I guess I'll have to do it reluctantly."
Hearing Ji Xiao's relaxed tone and seeing the easy smile on her face, Wei Qingyu knew at once Ji Xiao wasn't telling the truth.
There must be another reason why Ji Xiao could give up her once-firm ideals.
And the reason she least wanted was, it was because of her.
Wei Qingyu: "But are you happy learning this? Isn't being a teacher your dream?"
Ji Xiao did not answer directly. Instead, she threw the question back, “Then what about your dream, Wei Qingyu? You don’t want to do this either, right?”
If not for her parents dying suddenly, if not for her precious inheritance being taken by her father’s friend…
Who would choose to shoulder all of this at such a young age?
Wei Qingyu also fell silent.
The night breeze gently caressed the girl's profile, creating a poetic atmosphere for her.
In fact, Wei Qingyu's childhood dream was to be a writer, and Xu Manlin also intended to cultivate her in that direction.
But fate played a cruel trick on her, forcing her to suppress it in her heart. Only when she occasionally returned home and dug out her old things could she spare a few seconds to reminisce.
Ji Xiao took a sip of wine, looked up at the dark night sky, and said, "Actually, this shouldn't be said to be a case of things going against our wishes, but rather that we made a deal with fate by trading our dreams."
"For something more important than dreams."
As she spoke, Ji Xiao lowered her head and looked at Wei Qingyu.
At that moment, Wei Qingyu also looked at Ji Xiao.
The night was pitch black, but the stars shone brightly.
She saw herself reflected in Ji Xiao's eyes.
Ji Xiao held up the can in her hand and extended it to Wei Qingyu, saying with a touch of nonchalance, "Come on, let's toast, to dream."
"Clink."
Wei Qingyu calmly regained her senses and clinked the can in her hand to Ji Xiao's can.
Two fingers lightly touched in that instant, and the aroma of peach brandy wafted over.
She looked at the wine in her hand, and the girl sitting with her. When Ji Xiao was about to take back the can, she added, "A toast to fate as well."
To it, for bringing you back to my side once again.
As night deepened, Ji Xiao finished the last can of fruit wine, and her shoulders slumped slightly.
Wei Qingyu couldn't hold her liquor; after finishing the third can of wine, she started to sway and was now leaning directly on her shoulder.
The girl's fair face was flushed with two peachy pink hues, and a few wisps of hair fell across her soft, pink cheeks, making one feel a bit protective.
Her fan-like eyelashes spread neatly on this layer of pink, looking delicate and cute.
This drunk person said nothing and fell asleep directly.
For some reason, Ji Xiao felt a little disappointed. She looked at Wei Qingyu sleeping on her shoulder and didn't know what to say.
A gust of cold wind blew by, reminding Ji Xiao that winter nights are cold and that she shouldn't leave sleeping people outside.
Ji Xiao carefully moved Wei Qingyu's head, which was leaning against her, and gently picked her up.
Wei Qingyu was very light. Ji Xiao could carry her in her arms without effort.
Her slender legs hung on Ji Xiao’s arm like this, fair and long, touching the girl’s arm with soft warmth.
Perhaps it was because she was seeking security in her sleep, but her quiet little face nestled against Ji Xiao's chest with unusual initiative, obedience, and softness.
Her slightly parted lips revealed a moist crimson color, and her breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, slowly escaped, the hot minty scent hitting Ji Xiao's heart.
She appears so innocent and harmless, but in reality, she's a seductive enchantress.
It took Ji Xiao three minutes to walk from downstairs to upstairs, a journey that normally takes only half a minute.
Source: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5896087
This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
She carried Wei Qingyu back to her room, her arms aching from the effort.
She placed the girl on her soft bed, the pure white blanket covering her flushed face, looking excessively docile.
Ji Xiao looked at her as if she were a lost treasure that had been found again. She pressed her lips and smiled, and couldn’t help reaching out to tidy the hair at her face.
It was at this moment that a passage of text suddenly popped into her mind.
[Ji Xiao looked at the girl in front of her who had been a part of her entire life, who had used her life to color this clear body of water, and with her death she offered her carefully prepared last performance.
Perhaps she will be better off without her in the long run.]
