"We have lived together for so many years, I know him very well."
"Really?" Tang Yiming smiled, and that smile made Song Zhixing feel extremely uncertain. He continued, "Did he ever tell you that his mother is mentally ill?"
Song Zhixing looked surprised.
"He didn't say it." Tang Yiming didn't seem surprised. "So, he definitely didn't tell you that your relationship wasn't just about your grandfather and your great-grandfather. I, and Tang Yu's mother, didn't agree either."
"Is it because I once called Tang Yu 'uncle'? But, you all know that he and I have no blood relationship at all." Song Zhixing put down the teacup and said anxiously.
"Xingxing, don't waste your best years on a relationship that has no future. No matter whether you are related by blood or not, Tang Yu's mother will never agree to you being together. Listen carefully, I mean forever!" At the end, the smile on Tang Yiming's face faded, and he became solemn and serious. Every word was loud and clear, like a boulder pressing on Song Zhixing's chest, making her feel like she couldn't breathe.
Tang Yiming warned her earnestly: "Don't hurt the relationship between your grandfather and your aunt for Tang Yu. In the future... I'm afraid you will regret it."
Song Zhixing could tell that Tang Yiming was considering things from his own perspective. She clenched the teacup with her fingers, "I know you are hiding something from me. But I don't want to know what it is that you are hiding from me, and I don't want to care—"
She wanted to be a tortoise, hiding in her shell and living a peaceful life. She took a sip of tea, only to feel bitter. She raised her head again and continued, "I don't know what will happen in the future, but I know very well that if I break up with Tang Yu now, I will regret it. Besides, you just told me not to waste my youth on Tang Yu, but I don't think so. Not everyone can meet Tang Yu at the age of 18. I think that with him, I have lived up to my youth."
Song Zhixing's words stunned Tang Yiming.
The stubbornness and determination in her eyes moved him deeply. "I thought you would be as cautious as your mother when it comes to dealing with emotional matters. However, you are braver and more determined than her."
Song Zhixing stood up and said, “If you have nothing else to do, I’ll leave first.”
Tang Yiming did not keep Song Zhixing any longer.
Song Zhixing carried her bag and walked out of the teahouse with a sense of loss. All she could think about was Tang Yiming's last words.
She was brave and determined? However, little did she know that she was actually very timid. She was also very afraid of the opposition. She was so afraid that she didn't even want to think deeply about her future with Tang Yu. However, she knew that Tang Yu was so good to her that she couldn't repay him. As long as Tang Yu didn't back down, how could she back down
Song Zhixing didn't get into Lao Mo's car, and wandered aimlessly on the street alone. Lao Mo saw that she was in a low mood, so he didn't approach her, but drove silently behind her.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Song Zhixing looked up at the sky. The white clouds in the sky could not dispel the gloom in her heart. She had expected that no one would agree with them being together, but when all the voices of opposition invaded her ears, it turned out to be so uncomfortable.
She suddenly wanted to see Tang Yu and told him all the depression in her heart. She would feel much better that way.
She took her cell phone out of her bag and called Tang Yu. After waiting for a while, it was Du Hui who answered the phone.
"Little Miss."
"Where's my second uncle?"
"Second Master is in a meeting right now. He has seldom come to the company these past two days, so he has accumulated a lot of work."
Song Zhixing said "Oh". Because of her, he only went to work in the afternoon these two days. He must be very busy. She exhaled, "When will Second Uncle come back tonight? Will he come back for dinner?"
Du Hui seemed to be checking his schedule, and after a while he said, "Don't wait any longer. The Second Master has an appointment tonight, so he will probably be back very late."
"… oh."
Song Zhixing responded dejectedly. However, she felt that her dejected mood was somewhat ridiculous. Tang Yu was originally a busy man. He was not like her who did nothing all day long, so how could he be with her all the time
Song Zhixing hung up the phone and looked down at her toes in boredom. At this moment, she suddenly realized that Tang Yu seemed to be the only one left in her world. In the past, she could talk to her aunt about her troubles, but now...
She has nothing left...
Only Tang Yu.
She exhaled heavily, and for a moment, the gloom in her heart became even heavier.
She missed Tang Yu, her aunt, and her grandfather...
My heart aches at the thought.
But, think about it, at this moment, no one can see it.
——
Song Zhixing felt that if she continued walking alone, she would become more and more like a homeless vagrant. Finally, she stopped and Uncle Mo stopped the car immediately. She opened the door and got in. Uncle Mo didn't ask any questions and drove directly to the Tang family villa.
During the summer vacation, Song Zhixing had nothing to do, but as soon as she was free, she began to think about random things. Sometimes it was her grandfather's resolute look, and sometimes it was the words that Tang Yu's father said to her. She was disturbed and had to run to the study to read. She wanted to get closer to Tang Yu's life, understand his work, and try to shorten the distance between herself and Tang Yu, so she searched the bookshelf for the books that Tang Yu usually read. Occasionally, his notes were left on the thick books. His handwriting was very beautiful, but the content was very boring. As a result, Song Zhixing didn't read a single word as she read, but kept holding a pen to imitate his handwriting.
When I came to my senses, I had already written more than ten pages of calligraphy practice.
Hmm~
I am really screwed! It's fine if I don't make progress, but now when I look at Tang Yu, I think everything about him is good. Before I know it, I'm falling deeper and deeper.
Although he said that he didn't think she was too immature, if she continued to be so unmotivated, one day, the gap between them would only grow larger. By then, he probably wouldn't like her like this anymore!
Song Zhixing was a little distressed. However, looking at the pile of books in front of her, she didn't know where to start. In fact, the books were full of obscure professional words and phrases, and she couldn't understand them even if she read them carefully.
Tang Yu didn't come back at dinner time.
After dinner, Song Zhixing was alone in her room. She called her aunt again, but was hung up flatly. The cold beeping sound made her feel even more uncomfortable when she was alone.