"Okay." After several seconds, Shi Yi's difficult response sounded in the air.
It was not the time to care about these things, but Fang Ruohua was still sad. Shi Yi did not give in at all, and her straightforwardness even made her feel that it was ridiculous to put herself and Fu Shitian on the same scale. Fang Ruohua's eyes were shaking as she fell on the photo album, her heart was broken again and again, and she was so sad that she could harden her heart and say cruel words.
"Is a week enough time for you to move?"
Shi Yi seemed to be frozen in place, staring at Fang Ruohua without blinking, a tear rolled down silently. She understood what Fang Ruohua meant.
"That's enough." She lowered her head and sniffed lightly, trying to hide her embarrassing vulnerability, but her deep nasal voice still betrayed her. "Should I transfer the remaining money in the card to you?" She asked, looking at their intersecting shadows on the ground.
Fang Ruohua endured the pain and replied calmly: "Send me your Alipay account and password as well."
She was asking her to give everything back to her.
Shi Yi's eyelashes trembled, but no more tears fell. She took back her hands, placed them on her knees, and sat upright, with a calmer attitude than Fang Ruohua: "Okay. The card is not bound, I will transfer it to you when I return."
Fang Ruohua gave her a chance: "Don't worry, you can think about it for two days."
Shi Yi refused: “No need.”
Fang Ruohua opened her lips, but no sound came out in the end.
The air became quiet again. Shi Yi looked at the ankle brace on Fang Ruohua's ankle and said without emotion, "Try to wear less high heels in the future. Once you sprain your ankle, it's easy to recur. If your knee still hurts, do a full body check. Jiajia is older now, don't spoil her too much. Your waist is not in good condition, and you will feel uncomfortable at night if you hold her for too long."
Fang Ruohua's heart trembled at every word she said. "Yeah." It was a monosyllable response, cold and perfunctory.
Shi Yi's throat moved, and he stood up and said, "Then... if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
Fang Ruohua's heart was half empty as she stood up, but she still answered: "Yeah."
Shi Yi stood there for two seconds, turned around, raised his feet and walked out step by step. His shoulders sank, his waist was straight, and his whole body was like a slender snow bamboo.
Fang Ruohua watched her go, watched her daughter who had grown up without her noticing, and every second of her footsteps seemed to be infinitely stretched. She hoped that Shi Yi would turn around in the next second, show weakness to her, show goodwill to her, even if it was just a little looseness.
But in the end, Shi Yi stood by the door, turned around, and said to her: "Mom, our mother and daughter's problems should be solved by us mother and daughter. In the past three years, don't look for Si Tian privately, okay?"
Fang Ruohua was caught off guard by her and was speechless for a while.
Shi Yi looked at her, his eyes revealing a hint of pleading.
Fang Ruohua couldn't tell whether she felt distressed or heartbroken because of Shi Yi's rare show of weakness in the entire conversation - for Fu Shitian.
Fang Ruohua finally avoided her eyes and agreed to her: "Okay."
She always kept her promises, so Shi Yi relaxed her brows. She seemed to want to smile, but she couldn't move the corners of her lips completely, and only pursed her lips to form a very shallow arc, and said very softly and calmly: "Then... Mom, take care of yourself."
"See you in three years."
Fang Ruohua kept a stern face and did not answer. The door was gently closed with a "click". Fang Ruohua sat quietly, like a sculpture, listening to her footsteps walking across the platform, turning down the stairs, stepping into the hall, and disappearing out of her hearing...
It was as if something had walked out of my life.
Fang Ruohua stood up suddenly, took two quick steps after him, and then stopped in a panic, tears streaming down her face.
Parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. She didn't ask Shi Yi to understand her now. She only asked that Shi Yi could live a smooth, worry-free, peaceful and happy life in the second half of her life. She could protect her for a while, but not for a lifetime. With Fu Shitian's family background, how could she safely hand over the apple of her eye that she had taken great pains to protect for twenty years to her
Shi Yi still doesn't understand the things in this world, but she has seen too much. Real life is far from as easy as she thought. Drinking water with love will not really make you full.
Now Fu Shitian lives in Shiyi's house, spends Shiyi's money, and lets Shiyi support her. It doesn't matter. Shiyi's financial conditions are better than hers, so it's reasonable for him to bear more responsibility. But what about the future? What about her father who is about to be released from labor camp for drug abuse and murder? Will he also become a burden and stain that Shiyi has to bear in this life? Has her father really changed? What if it is a psoriasis that can't be removed and a bottomless pit that can't be filled
She couldn't just watch Shi Yi take such a risk. This was not what her child should face in life. She had to give Shi Yi some time, let reality teach her a lesson, let her really grow up, really understand what life is, and that being responsible for one's own choices is not just a frivolous phrase. She also had to give herself some time, wait for a more appropriate time, and strike at the snake's weakest point.
Shi Yi returned to the hall as if nothing had happened. Jia Jia was sitting on Xiang Ye's shoulders playing. When she saw Shi Yi coming down, she smiled and opened her arms to her, asking her to hug her.
Shi Yi reached out and took her, lowered his head to look into her clear eyes, and rarely, he lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
The little girl was kissed, a little shy and a little happy, grinning. Shi Yi told her: "You must listen to your mother and grow up well, okay?"
The child didn't understand anything and just wanted to hug her, rubbing her left and right.
Shi Yi hugged her, patted her back gently, and lowered his eyelashes.
Xiang Ye was standing nearby and was shocked when he heard this. He asked tentatively, "Have you finished talking to your mother? So soon?"
Shi Yi said "hmm", squatted down, put Jia Jia down, stood up, took out the car keys from the bag, bent down and placed them on the coffee table.
She nodded to Xiang Ye and politely asked him, "From now on, I'll ask uncle to take better care of mom."
Xiang Ye was stunned: "This... what..."
Shi Yi didn't want to say anything more. He just shook his head and turned to walk out without waiting for his reaction.
Xiang Ye wanted to reach out and grab her, but because he was not that close to Shi Yi, he retracted his hand halfway. "I'll take you there." Xiang Ye shouted loudly.
Shi Yi turned his back to him, without even turning his head, and waved his hand.
So he could only watch the girl's stubborn and thin figure as she walked out of his house, her skirt fluttering in the wind and rain, and was swept into the vast night.
The rain was getting heavier again, carried by the wind and was so strong that the umbrellas could not stop it at all.
Shi Yi walked for a while holding an umbrella, and her skirt was mostly wet. She took out her phone and habitually opened the app to call a taxi. When she entered the destination, she suddenly remembered something.
She put away her cell phone, stood on the side of the road against a wall where she could be slightly shielded from the wind and rain, searched for the nearest bus stop, and waited quietly for the rain to stop.
After the rain stopped, she walked to the bus stop and, relying on common sense and her impressions from previous trips, boarded a bus. She was lucky enough to get the last empty seat.
The carriage was empty and quiet at night. No one was talking, only the rain outside the window was weeping tirelessly.
Shi Yi looked out the window and listened intently.
Two stops later, an elderly woman with a child got on the bus. She stood up and offered her seat to the driver, found a seat near the window, held the handle, and continued to listen to the rain in silence.
The journey was long, but the return journey seemed as short as a moment. When I came to my senses, I was already at the door.
When Shi Yi reached out to enter the password, she realized that the back of her hands and arms were wet with rain. She withdrew her hands, opened her bag, took out a tissue and wiped her wet arms, hair, and cheeks, then brushed her bangs and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, there was a hurried footsteps sound from inside. Shi Yi closed the door and turned around, and Fu Shitian had already arrived at the entrance.
"Shi Yi..." Her rising voice stopped suddenly the moment she saw her figure clearly, "Why are you so wet?" She reached out and touched her in panic.
Shi Yi's hands were cold.
Shi Yi looked at her deeply, held her hand with his other hand, sat down on the chair at the entrance, and said in a calm voice: "It's okay, it's raining a little hard outside. Just take a shower later."
"Is the parking lot at my uncle's house so far from the gate?" Fu Shitian naturally knelt down to help her untie her shoelaces.
"I didn't drive back." Shi Yi held her shoulders, stopped her movements, and said, "Si Tian, I have something to discuss with you."
Fu Shitian was stunned, he looked up at her, and when he met her quiet eyes, his heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.
Ever since Shi Yi went to Fang Ruohua, the feeling of panic that had shrouded her all night came back again.
"Hmm?" she asked in a tense voice.
Shi Yi's expression was calm, and he narrated calmly: "My mother knows that we are together."
In an instant, the color on Fu Shitian's face faded away. She opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. "Then...then you..." She suddenly stood up and frantically touched Shi Yi's cheek, shoulder, and arm...
Shi Yi held her hand and shook his head gently: "I'm fine. My mother is not the kind of person who would resort to violence."
Fu Shitian lowered her eyes to look at her, her head still buzzing, her eyes red. "Then... Auntie, what do you say?" She asked hesitantly. Shi Yi's hand was still in hers, but she suddenly felt empty and panicked, as if this hand was about to disappear from her palm.
Shi Yi closed his eyes and said, "My mother disagrees. She made an agreement with me, saying that we would give each other three years. After three years, if you and I were still together, she would agree that we could be together."
A glimmer of hope rose in Fu Shitian's heart. He didn't dare to breathe. He held her hand tightly and listened to her next words without blinking.
Shi Yi continued, "But the condition is that during these three years," her voice became softer and softer, but Fu Shitian's heart became tighter and tighter, "she and I should not contact each other."
"I'm going to spend these three years completely on my own."
What does it mean? Is it what she thought it meant? Fu Shitian's lips trembled, and a huge sense of guilt and panic engulfed her in an instant. She opened her lips to try to find her voice, but Shi Yi spoke before her.
"Si Tian, do you... mind that I am with you with nothing?" She looked at her, as if she wanted to laugh, but failed. Her lips were as white as paper, and her dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist, hazy, and at the end of her words, there was a faint tremor.
In an instant, Fu Shitian felt a sharp pain in her heart. It was the first time she saw Shi Yi so unconfident and anxious. How could she deserve her love and care, drag her down to this point, and still receive such deep love from her. She could no longer hold back, and she hugged Shi Yi with both arms, holding her tightly in her arms, tears falling.
"Shi Yi, idiot, big idiot, I don't deserve you to do this, I don't deserve..." She choked and answered her: "You are not without anything."
"You are everything to me."
As if touched by her crying voice, Shi Yi's breathing in her arms became much heavier. She was trying to hold back her tears, and her body pressed against Fu Shitian's belly was trembling slightly.
She thought she could bear it.
But holding the girl, holding the last rose on her barren land, all the grievances and hesitations that he had suppressed along the way, and pretending to be strong, suddenly he could no longer hold on.
When she was eighteen, Shi Yuanmian taught her that love can be fake; when she was twenty-one, Fang Ruohua told her that love can be taken back.
She stood at the center of the world and suddenly realized that there was really no one in this world who loved her unconditionally and forever.
Has she become too arrogant over the years
In fact, she is just a person who has nothing and is dispensable.
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