Qian Yan

Chapter 117 The Fate Is Over
Hearing her sharp voice, Cheng Jialu sighed softly in his heart, knowing that the relationship between her and Fang Aili could not be reconciled, so he could only say helplessly and precisely: "It can't be her. She won't and dare not treat me like this Do."

Yan Weiran thought about it again, and felt that it was true.If these people were really invited by Fang Aili to kill Fang in order to save Fang, they would never dare to hurt Cheng Jialu after killing him.After all, Cheng Jialu's injury was no less severe than hers, which meant that these people had no intention of showing mercy.

She could only put these aside and say, "Okay, I'll consider whether I'm right to suspect her."

"Ailey is at fault. When I was in Switzerland, because my family refused to give me information about you, I asked Ailey to help me monitor your condition. Then the news I got was that you were still in intensive care. , I have been refusing to visit you. And I don’t want you to see me in a wheelchair, which will increase your irritation, so after returning to the United States, I didn’t insist on seeing you. But I found out later that, in fact, Alley has been I have been expanding my business abroad for many years, and I only stayed in the United States for a few days, so the information she passed on to me was not accurate, and I didn’t even know that you were discharged from the hospital. Because the hospital’s financial system made a mistake and continued to deduct money, She also thought you were still recovering." Cheng Jialu sighed and said, "But after all, she is also a voluntary helper, and she can't do enough, so what position do we have to blame her too much?"

"Really?" Yan Weiran looked at Cheng Jialu, who was earnestly analyzing, with a sneering smile on his lips, "It's really hard for her to hype up the engagement with you in the midst of her busy schedule."

"It's really my fault. I thought it would be fine to just explain it to you after you wake up. I didn't expect you to misunderstand us because of this, and to connect everything, thinking that we designed to kill your teacher. Harm you. How is this possible, Weiran, you know how much I love you!" Cheng Jialu explained eagerly, his eyes full of regret, "Weiran, I know you have suffered great pain, and you must be thinking wildly on the hospital bed alone. I will go into a dead end. But I really did not abandon you, I really want to go back to the past with you, as if this accident had never happened, as if we still met on that rainy spring day, we continue to love each other, continue to love each other Prepare for our wedding and continue our beautiful life for the next few decades, okay?"

His sincere and anxious pleading only got Yan Weiran's melancholy gaze.

The man in front of her, his appearance in her life, used to be like a miracle.She likes his appearance, just like her ultimate dream of being a makeup artist; she likes his intelligence, like growing up alone and fantasizing about being watched by countless people; she likes his gentle care, like having no parents The generosity and tolerance she wants; she likes the swing in his garden, just like the warm habitat she has longed for since she was a child.

But now, she suddenly felt that everything was not important.

She no longer needs false dreams about him to make up for her shortcomings, because now she already knows that he is not her best choice——

After all, she will no longer stand behind him, expecting him to look back at her, waiting for him to give her everything she desires.She has made up her mind to transform, no longer rely on anyone, no longer pin her future on another person.

So she looked at Cheng Jialu in front of her, with a smile on her lips, and said softly: "Cheng Jialu..."

Cheng Jialu looked at her, the smile on her face made him think that it was his words that touched her just now.He looked at her nervously and expectantly, waiting for her next words.

"I forgive you, but we are just friends from now on."

Cheng Jialu heard her words clearly.He didn't answer, but looked at her with a dazed gaze, as if penetrating her figure, looking towards the unreachable past.

The lights in the restaurant are dimmed, deliberately creating an atmosphere for candlelight dinners.The few candles lit on the table were erratic and dimly lit.In these dancing lights, Cheng Jialu saw scenes of their past coming towards him, and scenes of them receding quickly.

The speed was so fast that he didn't even have the ability to reach out and grab it.

Just like the passage of time, the sweetness of the past that they didn't have time to understand at that time has fallen far behind them, turning into gray and yellow bitter memories.

He originally thought that after showing these proofs, Weiran would understand him and throw himself into his arms, and the two of them embraced to forget all the past pains.However, he only heard Yan Weiran say slowly and in a low voice: "In the past, I really wanted to be with you, very much. I wanted to marry you, I wanted to share everything beautiful about you, and I wanted you to have Something that I will never have. Thinking about it now, I am sorry for you, I want to use you to fulfill my dream. "

Although Cheng Jialu was discouraged and desperate, he still kept his last hope and said, "I don't mind helping you realize your dream. Your dream is also my dream. Can you entrust it to me?"

"No, it's because I don't need you anymore. I now know the importance of relying on myself, and I will realize my ideals by myself." Yan Weiran looked directly at him and shook his head silently, "I will no longer place my hopes on you I will never be the girl next to you who looks up to you and admires you. I know that you can’t leave the United States and your brother’s laboratory; and it’s impossible for me to leave China and the career I’ve started.”

Although after seeing all the intimate behaviors between her and Wei Zexi, he already had a premonition, but after she clearly said this sentence, Cheng Jialu still felt his heart beating violently.

Anger and sadness made him clenched his palms tightly, and he didn't even feel his nails digging deep into his palms.The unstained face in front of him was vague, in a trance, as if in another world.

"Your family has always been against our affairs. Before our accident, you did everything possible to help me persuade them, in exchange for a chance to meet. But Jialu, even if we meet, they will not easily agree to you— — This has been shown in their reaction after our accident. They blocked the news and prevented us from being together. They would not allow a girl like me to marry into your Cheng family. "

"Why do you have to worry about this?" Cheng Jialu asked back, "As long as we love each other, no one can tear us apart, right?"

Yan Weiran looked at him with a weak smile: "Then what if they asked you to make a choice? Between your laboratory and mine, how would you choose?"

Cheng Jialu still looked at her steadfastly, but a little hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"In order to increase the repetition rate of experiments, you bought two small chemical factories before you graduated, and hired workers to amplify your experimental results; your research direction is very clear, but the results are far from being put into practical use. , but the raw materials you keep pouring into the experiments, I know, one of the cytokines costs [-] US dollars per milligram; also, you can buy tens of millions of high-power transmission electron microscopes if you want; One cell room was built according to the highest specifications... how many schools and groups have come to borrow your laboratory, because even the school does not have so much money to purchase your equipment, it is impossible for you not to know why you have these? When Yan Weiran said this, seeing that he was still silent, he quietly waited for him to think for a while, and then asked, "All this time, you didn't care about it and enjoyed it as it should be, how can you take it lightly now?" Tell me easily, don't worry about your family?"

"I'll convince them." Cheng Jialu avoided her gaze with a hoarse voice.

Yan Weiran said: "You can't. Because even you can't convince yourself."

Such a sharp and decisive answer chilled Cheng Jialu's heart, and his voice trembled slightly: "Weiran, believe in my ability, my parents, and my elder brother will all be willing to respect my choice. I will be able to convince them , let go of the idea of ​​being in the right family, and come to accept you..."

"But I don't need it anymore." Yan Weiran smiled bitterly at him, and said, "Just as you can't interrupt your promising and increasingly prestigious research work and shift your career focus to China, it's also impossible for me to abandon my ongoing research work. Si Ran, who went to the United States empty-handed to join you, relied on love and fantasy, and stayed by your side for decades, seeking a love that may not necessarily bear fruit."

"Why does it have to be a result? We love each other and stay together. Isn't this the meaning of our being together?"

"Because the meaning of my life now is not just love. Jialu, I no longer believe in your garden and swing, although those are very good..." Yan Weiran's eyes were slightly red when he said this, and his breath was also faint. A little messy, "You are also very good, better than many people's dreams...but you are no longer my dream."

Cheng Jialu looked at her resolute expression in despair, and murmured, "We could...be together."

"But now, we are no longer who we were at the beginning. Perhaps, I want to thank the disaster at the beginning, which allowed me to find myself, to live in this world, and to find a new purpose and life." In a few words, abandoning Everything in the past, Yan Weiran's heart, unstoppably surged with great grief.But in the end, she still had red eyes, smiled, and said softly, "Thank you for everything you have given me, Jialu. I will review my naive self at the beginning, and I will continue to walk the path I should walk."

Having said that, she stood up.The air current drove the candlelight in front of them, and it became more and more turbulent.When the flames turned in the wind, the glass and porcelain reflected, and the subtle white light was messy and swayed between them.

Yan Weiran said slowly and clearly: "Goodbye, Jialu. I don't love you anymore, and I don't hate you anymore. We will be thousands of miles apart from now on, and our fate is over."

(End of this chapter)