I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 59 I'm still with you in the time you don't know (5)
"Why do you think that this time, I will come back to you regardless?"

Wen Shaoyuan suddenly woke up from his dream, his throat was as dry as if it was on fire.

He propped himself up on the bed and slowly sat up, dizziness and pain came to his head like a tidal wave.

The last sentence she said last night was like a cage, trapping him so tightly that he was exhausted even in his dreams.

He pinched his neck with his fingers and squeezed it lightly. He coughed a few times and got out of bed.

The night in late autumn is a bit cold, without heating, the coolness seems to climb up from the ground, spreading to every corner.

He walked from the bedroom to the kitchen, lighting up the lights behind him, driving away the darkness of the night.

After pouring a glass of water, he leaned back on the counter and cast his gaze towards the building next door.

The kitchen is facing Wen Ge's house, and the light is still on at the moment. I don't know if he is staying up late to catch up on the manuscript, or he fell asleep and forgot to turn off the light.

His fingers pressed against the rim of the cup, the water temperature gradually warmed his palm, and his nerves that had been tense after waking up from the nightmare slowly relaxed.

He took out his phone and saw her standing in the snow with a sideways smile on the screen that suddenly lit up, feeling warm in his heart.

That was the only time when they were so close that they could be seen when they turned around, but at that time she only had Yang Qiao in her eyes.

He could no longer convince himself that there was nothing between them.

That hidden seed was sprouting, that's why he almost lost control when he saw Wen Ge and Yang Qiao going to buy jade bracelets for Xu Liqing.

Those he didn't want to foresee had already drawn the curtain.

Wen Ge's life is no different from the past, clocking in for work in the morning and finishing breakfast in a hurry.

She has already started to run news independently, and she is destined to work harder than when she relied on Teacher Xiang. Coupled with the meager salary every month, it seems that she has nothing to love.

On this day, she had just finished the interview when she received a call from Aunt Xin.

In the past four years, even though she had made up her mind to sever ties with the Wen family, she still couldn't lie to herself that she could completely let go of everything about the Wen family.

Wen Jing and Jiang Junyu played very important roles in her life. In the past, in City A, she would go to their graves to offer incense every year. During the four years abroad, she also entrusted An Ran to take time to visit them and sweep their graves. A few sticks of incense.

Aunt Xin accepted her from the very beginning, cared for her in every possible way, and was infinitely tolerant and considerate, giving her the care of elders that is difficult to enjoy after her grandmother passed away.

Everything that feels warm in Wen's house has never lost its temperature even after the coldest winter night in Minnesota.

She stopped slowly at the intersection, and as soon as she smiled, she was terrified by Aunt Xin's desolate and pleading voice on the phone.

She ran to the side of the road and hailed a taxi. As soon as she got in, Aunt Xin asked, "Wen Ge, can you go home for a while?"

Wen Ge's movements of holding the car door handle and about to close it suddenly froze, and asked uncertainly, "Go home?"

"Yesterday, when the old man came back from Jinguang Temple, he clamored to see Wen Jing. Lao Zhang and I went with him. When he went up and down the steps, the old man fell down. I supported him, and he didn't stumble. However, his knees were weak and he fell down, his whole leg was bruised. At such an old age, you say..."

"Aunt Xin," Wen Ge interrupted her, "I don't call him great grandfather anymore."

The voice on the other end stopped abruptly, and there was a long silence.

Wen Ge gripped the phone tightly, so hard that the tiger's mouth was about to cramp, and the pain was so painful that his bones were cracked, and he didn't make a sound.

I don't know who hung up the phone first, but she held the warm mobile phone in her palm, and she only felt that her palm was scalded and numb.

After being restless all afternoon, Wen Ge couldn't let go of his mind, and cursed secretly, "Bones are cheap", while calling Wen Jingfan's phone in awe-inspiring manner.

Sui Anran was already six months pregnant, and Wen Jingfan stayed with her every step of the way, which was a bit harder than the client.Such cautiousness, killing Wen Ge would not dare to call Sui Anran at this time and let her worry about it.

Wen Jingfan's answer to her was very simple, with only one sentence: "It's not serious, but the old man called a lawyer over early this morning and said that he wanted to write a will. If there is no accident, someone will contact you within two days."

Such an explosive news caused Wen Ge to be overwhelmed for a long time, so he laughed a few times before asking, "Uncle Jing Fan, are you kidding me?"

Four years ago, she had a trouble with the old man like that, so why should she be included in writing the will?She was no longer from the Wen family.

"Maybe you will say that I am partial, but the old man is hard-spoken and soft-hearted. Most of his life has been full of ups and downs. Several uncles passed away early. He shoulders heavier responsibilities than anyone else, so he has such a strong desire to control. He always feels that what he does is right, and he always insists on it. We choose tolerance because Shaoyuan and I are the inheritors of his blood, which cannot be changed for several generations. But you don’t have to, these have nothing to do with you, you You can leave it alone.

"I went to see him in the morning, and he asked me, can you share Wen Jing's room with you? If he wants you to visit him, whether you want to accept his wishes or refuse, tell him personally. .”

These words made Wen Ge speechless, and he didn't know how to answer the words.

Fortunately, Wen Jingfan didn't insist on her expressing his opinion, he just left a sentence, "We will be at Wen's house tonight, you can come over", and hung up the phone.

But this kind of attitude is the most hateful. It is obviously left to you to choose, but both inside and outside the words are "you dare not come".

Is it time to write a will?
Wen Ge didn't go after all, went to bed early, woke up once in the middle of the night, sat in a daze for a while, and fell asleep again until dawn.

She didn't go to the old man's place. When Aunt Xin asked her to visit Wen Jing and his wife, she still went to the appointment.

The weather was not very good that day, it was foggy, it had just rained before going out, and the ground was wet, every step the soles of the shoes would throw up water droplets, splashing on the long skirt, like flowers blooming suddenly.

It was Wen Shaoyuan who sent them here. He quietly acted as the driver, stopped the car in front of the cemetery, and stopped when he reached the steps.

Wen Ge looked over and saw him standing in the drizzle. The late autumn rain was so cold that it could condense into ice in a second. His white fingers were bluish white from the cold, holding the handle of the black umbrella. , standing there far away, lonely and desolate.

Wen Ge held the bouquet and placed it in front of the tomb, looking at the black and white photo of Wen Jing and Jiang Junyu on the tombstone, felt sore, but still asked: "How is the old man?"

"It's nothing serious." Aunt Xin smiled and glanced at her, "He used to say that he killed a few sons and used their lives to save himself so that he could live for so long. I didn't believe it before , but now I believe it a little bit.”

At an age that should have passed away long ago, his body was in good health, and even minor illnesses and misfortunes were fine.Such an old man who is so stubborn that he is a bit unlovable, whenever Wen Ge thinks about it, he feels a thorn in his heart.

She thought of the night when she first arrived at Wen's house, the old man suddenly fell into a coma and was going through life and death alone. His sons were no longer alive, and only Wen Shaoyuan rushed to the remaining grandchildren.

Such an old face, under the bright light, is like dead bark.

His loneliness can only be understood by Wen Ge.

During the four years in Minnesota, when she woke up from nightmares several times in the middle of the night and faced the darkness of a room alone, her complaints towards Wen Shaoyuan continued to deepen, and standing here at this moment, not far away was him standing silently holding an umbrella , but the memory is still fresh.

There is always a way to keep her soft-hearted, soft-hearted, and soft-hearted again.

It was the Wen family who redeemed her in the first place, and this fact made her helpless and embarrassed.

Aunt Xin didn't say anything else, and when she walked down holding her hand, she asked about her recent situation.

"I'm fine." Wen Ge replied.

Walking all the way to the bottom of the steps, Wen Shaoyuan looked up and saw that most of the umbrellas she was holding were leaning over Aunt Xin's side, half of his shoulders were wet, so he handed her the umbrella in his hand.

Wen Ge's originally smiling eyebrows suddenly turned cold, he didn't stretch out his hand, but just looked at him quietly.

Wen Shaoyuan pursed his lower lip slightly, and raised his hand to push the handle of the umbrella forward again, with a hoarse voice: "I'm going to drive, there's no need."

After that night, the condition of his voice got worse and worse, until now he could barely utter a word with a strong nasal voice.

Wen Ge reached out to take the umbrella, and the place where he held it still had his body temperature, and her drenched palm evaporated instantly like ice meeting fire.

The cemetery is closer to Wen's house, so we will take Aunt Xin home first, and then Wen Shaoyuan will drive Wen Ge home.

There was water in the car, and when he encountered a red light, he would stop and take a sip, occasionally coughing lightly to clear his throat, and Wen Ge felt extraordinarily hard at the strenuous movements.

After being bored all the way, she finally couldn't help it and asked him, "What's wrong with your throat?"

"I'm dumb." He turned his head and glanced at her, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear the whole sentence, "it's useless to see a doctor."

"Rest at home?" She hesitated and stretched out her hand, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed him the water bottle.

He took it and took a sip, and when he handed it back, he looked sideways at her and seemed to smile.

Wen Ge knew him well, and the things he didn't want to deny were always so ambiguous.

Suddenly remembered, at the beginning of this relationship, when she pressed her every step of the way, he had such an attitude.

She closed the bottle cap silently, and put the water bottle back on the center console: "Just put me down on the side of the road, and you can park directly in the garage."

Wen Shaoyuan stopped as he said, and seeing her push the car door to leave, he grabbed her wrist and wrapped her hand with a hot palm, and her heart couldn't help trembling.

She turned to look at him, and he was struggling to say: "Sit with me for a while."

The hoarse voice, as if someone had cut his throat, was full of blood.

Wen Ge didn't move, the rainy sky was gloomy, and the faint light reflected on her face, adding a bit of gloom.

Wen Shaoyuan loosened her hand slightly, but did not let go.

The abnormally hot body temperature, like a cluster of burning flames, was melting her pretendingly hard heart little by little.

The suddenly enlarged raindrops crackled and hit the car glass in a line. Slowly, the raindrops turned into raindrops and blurred the entire window, making it impossible to see the outside of the car clearly.

Wen Shaoyuan's hand holding her wrist slid down slowly, separated his fingers to wrap around her hand, held it tightly, almost obsessively, and murmured: "Sit with me for a while."

The voice was too hoarse to hear clearly.

Wen Ge frowned secretly, and just about to take back the fingers held by him, he suddenly exerted force and held them tighter in his palm, as if they would slip away from his fingertips if he didn't hold them tightly.

She didn't pull her hand back in a hurry, she let go of her fingers, and tapped the back of his hand lightly with her fingertips: "Uncle will be thirty after the new year?"

Wen Shaoyuan didn't answer, but turned his head to look at her quietly, his pale lips were so dry that it seemed that they would split in a second, and he still pressed them lightly.

Looking at him like this, Wen Ge couldn't say those hurtful words.

She raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were a little colder.She pushed his hand away hard, looked away at the blurry world outside the car window: "I seem to know why you pushed me away in the first place."

She bent her fingers that still had his body temperature, lowered her eyes, and said in a cool voice, "If it's impossible, why hug? Just push it away and it'll be over."

Wen Shaoyuan's brows twitched, his eyes were just a little bright, he didn't know what to think of, and then dimmed again, he didn't speak all the time, the hand pushed away by her rested on the bar, and he clenched it emptyly.

"You should understand this truth best." She looked at him with a gentle expression and a gentle tone.

In Wen Shaoyuan's eyes, she was particularly glaring, like a hedgehog, with all the thorns standing up all over her body, which she used to ward off harm.

A burst of exhaustion came unexpectedly, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.The sudden suffocation made him gasp, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he closed his eyes with difficulty.When he spoke again, his throat seemed to be stabbed, and every word he said hurt so much that he couldn't help frowning: "I'm sorry."

The feeble apology was more like a moan in this small, silent space.

Wen Ge saw that he was struggling to speak, and finally softened, sighed, and asked him: "Where is the phone?"

He was a little puzzled, and raised his eyes to look at her quietly.

Wen Ge has never seen this kind of defenseless eyes. In her mind, he is cold and strong, calm and steady in dealing with things. He is her strong backing and her protector when she has nothing to rely on. She relies on him habitually, taking his favor as a matter of course.

When one day, his fragility was spread out in front of her unreservedly, that kind of helplessness, like a wilting flower, made her heart tremble and she couldn't bear it.

Wen Ge leaned over, and when he was only one breath away from him, he looked away stiffly, and reached for the mobile phone in the left pocket of his trousers.

When she touched him, Wen Ge suddenly realized that he had a fever due to the abnormal body temperature.

He lowered his eyes and watched her reach out to pull out his mobile phone, and couldn't help but smile. The hand that was originally on the barrier bar helped her a bit, blocking the place where it would hit her, but the other hand held it. took out the cell phone she just took out.

When he met her gaze, he asked with his eyes - what do you want?
Wen Ge rolled her eyes, and forcefully pulled out the phone from his hand—he didn't use much effort at all, she got it easily—she turned her head to look at him, sat up propped up, and just turned on the screen to see When the screen was saved, my whole body froze, and my eyes were fixed on the photo for a long time.

"What's going on?" She held the phone and turned to look at him with undisguised cold eyes.

It was a photo taken on the square in Minneapolis on Christmas Day, and she was talking to Yang Qiao with a sideways smile.

Wen Shaoyuan's eyes instantly turned cold, and she reached out to take back the phone, but she dodged it: "I ask you, what's going on?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, her patience gradually lost, she sneered, and her eyes were filled with water: "Even if you get there, you don't want to come and see me? Do you think I have found the life I should have? Can you not bother? Do you have a sense of accomplishment, you rescued a girl who was almost lost in the wrong relationship? So...is this your never leaving? Look at me alone...heh." She lowered the car window and looked out the window The gust of wind and torrential rain poured in instantly, and the rain was flying, drenching her hair, but she seemed to be unaware of it, and raised her hand and threw the phone viciously.

The wind with the rain was so cold that she sat by the window, her coat was wetted by the pouring rain, and her face was instantly pale and bloodless.
She looked at him, the irony and coolness in her eyes were clearly visible.

She wanted to ask, so why do you turn back?Originally, he wanted to push her away, so why didn't he exile her completely after waiting for four years?Why bother again?Isn't what is in front of them still the original obstacle?

There is always a world of slight difference between them.

Now, all the problems are unnecessary, and she is tired of easing the condensed relationship between them. Whether it is rigid or not, it is not important to her anymore, is it?

Every word she said was like a sharp blade, gouging out slices of heart from his body, and blood dripped immediately.

His face suddenly turned pale again, as if a fire was burning in his throat, the pain was so painful that he could no longer make a sound.

He saw the disappointment, sarcasm and self-mockery in her eyes, laughing at what a wrong decision it was to love him in the first place.

With such a decisive attitude of hers in front of his eyes, he realized very clearly that she was making a decision - abandoning him completely.

That feeling, after four years, has become as tough as black iron, and has its own dignity.

Such a suffocating silence, Wen Ge couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed open the car door, never looked at him again, and rushed into the heavy rain without looking back.

The moment she turned and left, as well as the slight shaking of the car when the door was closed, were like a fuse that exploded all his self-control.

(End of this chapter)