When night fell, the empty master bedroom was shrouded in a dim shadow.
Yu Siqing did not turn on the lights. Her frail figure lay on the comfortable off-white sofa for a long time. The nightgown draped over her shoulders fell quietly to the floor. She was like a tattered doll soaked in the night, stained with the dirt of the world.
I don't know how much time had passed, but the door of the apartment was pushed open and the tall and slender figure of He Yunjian came in. He intentionally gave Yu Siqing some private space and did not enter the apartment until late at night.
He Yunjian walked to the sofa, stared at Yu Siqing's back for a while, then silently leaned over and hugged her.
The warmth of the man's chest, and the part closest to his heart, were pressed tightly against her.
This finally made Yu Siqing react. Her dark, gentle eyes were calm. She slowly turned to look at him: "Where's Fanfan?"
He Yunjian said in a normal tone: "I took him upstairs after class to do his homework."
Yu Jiafan has been used to being alone since he was young. Rather than being accompanied by others, he prefers to be alone and do things he likes.
Yu Siqing nodded and tried to get up, but he grabbed her slender waist with his hands and held her in his arms, and continued to lie on the sofa.
In my ears, I could hear the man's warm breathing: "Lie down with me for a while."
Yu Siqing didn't know what He Yunjian had in mind, so she smiled and said, "Aren't you hungry?"
He Yunjian didn't answer, but stared at her with deep eyes. In the deserted corner, Yu Siqing took some time to get rid of all the negative emotions. The disappointment and sadness of seeing her biological parents disappeared at this moment. There was always a smile in her eyes, and she was always gentle.
Yu Siqing is a flesh-and-blood person, it is impossible for her not to feel pain or sadness, but she is good at dealing with such emotions.
I'm used to disguising myself perfectly as a kind, friendly, and non-negative person.
He Yunjian's long, bony fingers covered her cheek, gropingly moving, and finally landing on the corner of her lips: "Siqing... You can be sad, or you can get angry at me."
Yu Siqing looked at him with a bit of amusement: "Why would I lose my temper with you for no reason?"
He Yunjian pursed his lips a few times, and the light refracted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a shadow on his tall nose. His skin looked dazzlingly white, but his facial features became increasingly deep, and he did not look very approachable.
Yu Siqing paused, her tone gradually becoming quiet and gentle: "I'm not sad. At least that couple dumped me at the door of the welfare home, so I still have a place to live. If I was dumped in a trash can or under an overpass, I might have been taken away by stray cats and dogs, and I wouldn't be here today."
"He Yunjian, I should be thankful... That couple didn't sell me to human traffickers or some child crime gangs, otherwise I would have died or been disabled. The old director of the welfare home raised me out of selfishness, but she made sure I had enough food every day, no matter what... When I couldn't survive on my own, they were able to let me grow up healthy and safe. For me, this is the luckiest thing in this misfortune."
While Yu Siqing was trying to comfort He Yunjian, she was also trying to comfort her own heart.
She never complained about the world, and always smiled no matter what difficulties she faced: "Compared to my peers, I am now at the peak of my life... I am financially free, have a successful career, and have a biological son who is related to me by blood. You are by my side."
The last sentence: "You are by my side."
Something in He Yunjian's eyes suddenly shook, and his long fingers froze beside her cheek, not moving: "I thought... you hated my entanglement."
Yu Siqing gently held his fingers. The man's body temperature would be higher than hers, and the hold was very warm: "I am a submissive person. I have been like this since I was a child. As long as you don't step on my bottom line, being with you is not an unbearable thing for me."
She hated He Yunjian, and she loved and hurt this man, and she couldn't really let him go.
Yu Siqing's eyes were filled with tears. She smiled and said, "You have changed, He Yunjian... You have started to resemble the person you were in New York. I don't know how much you remember, but you have started to resemble him in my memory. Sometimes you resemble him so much that I can't let you go."
"Siqing, I will always be like him, okay? Please don't leave."
The words squeezed out of He Yunjian's throat were extremely bitter, and his voice became hoarse. In the endless silence, Yu Siqing slowly took the initiative to hug his body and buried her head in his chest, with a little softness and light fragrance, which made his heart warm.
After a while.
Yu Siqing still lowered her head, her black hair revealing her almost transparent white neck. She looked very weak, just like the voice she spoke: "I miss you so much... He Yunjian."
Throughout her life, she has experienced countless ups and downs in human nature. Whenever her inner faith is about to collapse, she would miss the man who sheltered her from the wind and snow and gave her a warm house to live in.
His heart ached at the thought of it, and he was willing to try to accept He Yunjian, who was gradually turning back to him.
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He Yunjian stayed the night that night, without asking her opinion seriously, he just stayed there naturally.
The next day, he started moving luggage from upstairs. It was not very formal. He occasionally took a few sets of clothes and threw them in the closet for easy changing when he stayed overnight.
Yu Siqing tacitly approved of his behavior, and because the child was genuinely happy, she tolerated it most of the time.
Before she knew it, a week had passed, and the next time Yu Siqing met the couple who claimed to be her parents was when she was on her way to buy fruit.
Compared to the last time they met briefly, this time the man surnamed Feng and his wife were dressed a little more respectably. He wanted to invite her for a cup of tea, which would only take half an hour and would not cause any further entanglement.
Yu Siqing chose a nearby afternoon tea restaurant with a window seat and a quiet environment.
She put the fruits and flowers aside. Her fair face looked calm, but her white fingers resting on her knees were so cold that it made people feel cold in their hearts.
The man surnamed Feng turned around and said to his wife beside him, "Huiyun, you go ahead and tell me."
Tan Huiyun nodded, her withered face showing a nervous expression. She took out the birth certificate and another photo from her bag and gave it to her, along with some tattered papers. "Siqing, your biological mother is Tan Qing, and she is my biological sister."
Tan Huiyun first tearfully recounted her sister's life story. She was young and was tricked into pregnancy by a scumbag. Later, she gave birth to a baby girl but died of dystocia. Her family was poor and had several little girls to support. They couldn't afford to support Yu Siqing, so they secretly abandoned her at the door of the welfare home.
After saying this, Tan Huiyun apologized to Yu Siqing again: "At the beginning, I was blinded by greed. Seeing that you were living a good life... I wanted to share a piece of the pie... Siqing, we are the ones who let you down."
During the whole process, Yu Siqing was in a very calm state. She lowered her dark eyes and looked at the face in the teacup, which was so dull that she seemed to have no emotions. After a while, when Tan Huiyun had finished crying, she spoke: "How much money did He Yunjian give you?"
Tan Huiyun's face froze slightly, and she refused to acknowledge him: "What money?"
"How much hush money did He Yunjian give you to make up my story that I am Tan Qing's daughter?"
"Siqing, mom, no... Auntie didn't make up a lie to you." Tan Huiyun was a little flustered, her hands were shaking, she wanted to shake her but didn't dare: "Tan Qing is your biological mother, she loves you very much... She risked her life to give birth to you."
Afraid that Yu Siqing wouldn't believe him, he pointed at the yellowed photo and said, "Look, you look more like Tan Qing, don't you?"
"Thinking of love?"
In this increasingly tense atmosphere, Yu Siqing's lips slowly curved into a very gentle arc: "I didn't say I didn't believe it..." She accepted the birth certificate and photos and no longer mentioned money.
Tan Huiyun seemed to be relieved, and in order to put her mind at ease, she kept emphasizing: "Tan Qing loves you very much. If she were still alive, she would definitely love you well."
Yu Siqing ignored these words and looked at the time on her phone. Half an hour had passed.
She left the money for the table, picked up the fruits and flowers and left, without ever looking back at the couple.
Looking through the glass window at the street, Yu Siqing's figure in a light green dress gradually faded away and disappeared into the crowd. Tan Huiyun sat in her original position, her heart seemed to be twisted into a ball by a hemp rope, and she felt a mixture of emotions. She couldn't help but shed tears, but quickly wiped them away.
"This child... has the hardest life, but also the best life."
Tan Huiyun's shoulders were tightly held by her husband's old hands, as if to give her some comfort:
"Huiyun, Mr. He is right... Just think of that down payment as buying out our relationship with her. Forget about it."
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Before entering the community, dark mist and rain had already arrived. Yu Siqing was in no hurry to walk into the unit door. She stopped her hurried steps when passing by the trash can next to her. Her thin figure stood still and took out the birth certificate and photo from her arms.
Drops of rain soaked the old birth certificate, and the words on it were almost unreadable.
Yu Siqing had cold fingers as she tore them into pieces, again and again, and threw them into the non-recyclable trash can, just like her past life.
Ten minutes later.
Yu Siqing returned to the apartment with a calm expression, her hair and long skirt were wet. As soon as she put down the fruits and flowers, she was covered from head to toe by a white bath towel, unable to see the light. Then she was kissed on the lips through the bath towel.
He Yunjian hugged her with his arms, his voice mixed with a thick smile: "You bought some fruit, why did you get soaked like a drowned chicken?"
Yu Siqing pulled off the towel, blinked her eyelashes a few times, and her vision regained its brightness. She looked straight at his face, which was so close to her: "It was raining but you didn't come to pick me up. I didn't come back soaking wet... How could I make you feel bad?"
Her gentle tone was joking, with a hint of unknowing coquettishness.
He Yunjian's smile deepened. He picked her up with the towel and strode towards the bathroom: "Okay, I feel sorry for you."
The sound of water in the bathroom lasted for a full forty minutes and then gradually stopped.
There were no children in the apartment. Yu Siqing and he were both dressed casually. She was lying on the sofa in a lace suspender nightgown. Her hair was still wet and stuck to her snow-white and slender shoulders. Behind her, He Yunjian was wiping her with a towel.
After patiently helping her to wipe every strand of hair carefully, he stretched out his arms to pull the woman into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her sleepy eyelids: "It's New Year's Day, come back to the old house with me."
There was silence for a while, Yu Siqing breathed lightly and hummed through her lips and teeth.
The author has something to say: Huanhuan is going to accompany a friend to see a new house, so there will be no second update tonight (＞人＜；)